#You can barely fit a double bed set in it

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Glad You Came ♡

୨୧ Pairings: boyfriend!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: smut/fluff

୨୧ Summary: On the first morning of your romantic beachside vacation, your boyfriend awakens to find you sunbathing by the pool in the tiniest bikini he's ever seen and can't resist showing you exactly what that body of yours makes him want to do to you.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.8k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: unprotected sex, a lil rough sex, male masturbation if you squint, spanking, pervy bf Joong, references to prior & desired oral sex (m & f receiving), low key cum marking, pet names (baby, pretty girl, my love), free use, forced orgasm, body worship, and that's about it darlings

୨୧ A/N: This is a request for @ashleighland ♡ Thank you for dropping some spicy, fun summer vibes into my asks. I hope you like it!

“Baby?” Hongjoong yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His face scrunches adorably as he rustles through the blankets beside him searching for the warmth of your body. One of his favorite things about any vacation is waking up with you in his arms. It doesn’t matter where the two of you are—England, France, Ireland, the moon—he treasures all those tiny sentimental moments that his hectic schedule usually gets in the way of. 

This time the two of you are off in Italy and, with it being your birthday week, he had special plans to wake up first everyday to make you breakfast. He’d even set three alarms to make sure he wouldn't oversleep. At least he thought he did.

“Baby?” he repeats, sitting up to feel around for his phone. After mistaking the remote for it twice and nearly knocking over the lamp, he finally locates it on the nightstand. He tousles his messy hair, brushing it back to squint at the time, “Shit, no, no, no.” Not only did he sleep through his morning alarms, it’s well into the afternoon and you’re nearly late for your lunch reservations. 

Bolting out of bed, Hongjoong hurries around the rustic sunny villa in search of his love. “Baby, where are you?” he shouts, peeking into rooms and turning down hallways. He regrets now that he rented a place this huge but it’s gorgeous, everything you wanted, so it had to be done. He just wishes it came with a map or something.

Making his way to the living room, he spots some of your things by the side door and breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry I overslept. I must’ve been jet lagged. I just…” he begins to explain, his thoughts derailed by what he catches a glimpse of in the corner of his eye.

Turning to face the glass double doors, he sees everything the pictures online told him he would. Clear blue skies hang over a lavish pool area overlooking the nearby beach. The surrounding architecture alone is breathtaking, almost unreal, but what truly has his attention is you.

You’ve been relaxing by the pool all morning and he’s arrived just in time to see you bending over to smooth a fresh layer of sunscreen down your soft thighs. With your plush ass poked in the air like this he can’t quite ignore the way it just eats the tiny bikini you have on.

You stand back up, hips shaking ever so slightly to the beat of the music playing in your headphones, and Hongjoong’s nearly licking the glass at how your curves fit into your bikini. It covers everything it’s supposed to but just barely. One tug at the strings and there’d be nothing there at all. Only your beautiful naked body and his hands massaging the plumpness of your figure. 

As you spread out on one of the loungers, thighs jiggling as you settle in on your belly, Hongjoong feels a slight breeze where he hadn’t before. Glancing down at himself he sees his cock poking out of the hole in his shorts. He’d felt himself getting hard—he always does when he thinks about your body—but he didn’t know you’d gotten to him this much.

Can you blame him though?  You’re just so curvy and soft, spilling out of that bikini like you don’t know how feral it makes him for you. Taking his cock into his hand, he flicks his wrist up and down his pulsing shaft. Maybe you did know what this would do to him. His hand comes to a stop at the tip of his cock, his thumb teasing the head.

Your hips are still rocking to the music as you scroll through your phone. The motion has his cock twitching in his hand, arousal wetting his fingers. He hisses at the relief of stroking his cock once more. It takes the edge off but not enough to satisfy him. He needs something more. He needs you. 

“Well, add that to the list of kinks I didn’t know I had” you say to yourself, devouring the next few lines of smut on your screen. This admittedly isn’t where you expected to find yourself on vacation, sunbathing and reading smut by the pool, but you had to do something to cope with how horny you’ve been all morning.

You’d unfortunately woken up much earlier than your boyfriend did and you weren’t about to shake him out of his sleep to fuck you. Though, now that you think about it, he probably would’ve done it happily. 

On vacation Hongjoong has a strict rule that you aren’t allowed to masturbate. You do it enough when he’s away for work so when you’re together it’s strictly forbidden. He’s the only one allowed to make you come and fuck is he good at getting the job done.

Your brain drifts away from the story on your screen, delighting in memories of the last time you rode his face. The wetness already soaking your bikini bottoms worsens the more you recall those pretty brown eyes staring up at you, his tongue deep enough inside of you to make your legs shake. 

You can almost feel Hongjoong’s arms locked around your thighs, refusing to let you get away until he decides he’s done with you. It has the tiny hairs on your arm standing up and your throat going dry. Reaching off to the side, you blindly feel around for your drink when suddenly it’s placed in your hand. Caught off guard, you turn to see who it is but you’re already pinned to the chair, gentle lips leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Hi, baby” Hongjoong says sweetly, kissing his way down your back. 

You slip your headphones off, giggling at how much it tickles. “Joongie, what are you…” is all you manage before you feel him push into you. All of him, every single inch, is buried inside of you, stretching you out in every possible way. The shock of it leaves you speechless, abandoning everything in your hands to grip the front of the chair. 

“So wet already, baby?” he teases, rolling his hips against you, “What were you doing out here?” 

“I was just, fuuuuck…” you moan, pushing back into him. He’s already deep enough, as deep as he can be, but your body wants more. Hongjoong slaps your ass and the vibrations have you both moaning in pleasure. "Damn, you feel so fucking good. I’ve missed this so much” he confesses, guiding you onto your knees.

He runs his fingers along the ties of your bikini, a light pull being all it takes to do away with the flimsy material. “Me, mmm, too” you whine, arching your back as you rotate your hips in a circle. His palms ride the curves of your sides, reaching around to grab the fluffiest part of your belly. Hongjoong's more than happy to let you take over for now, worshipping your body while you ride his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Use my fucking cock. It’s all yours” he moans, watching his length disappear into your dripping cunt. Each time you rock forward his cock’s more drenched than before, your deprived little pussy too needy to stop making a mess of herself. In the back of your mind you know he loves to see it. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you when he sees those juices trickling from your slit, glinting like gold in the sunlight.

“Aaah, Joongie, needed this so bad” you say, your voice trembling as you angle your hips to work your sweet spot. The lounge chair creaks beneath you as your movements grow more frantic. More desperate.

“Oh, really?” he smiles, tilting his head to see the pretty faces you make. Your pussy glides along him like silk, every dip into you making his head spin. He wants to hold back a little longer, let you set the pace, but a girl like you is much too gorgeous not to get her brains fucked out. He grabs you by the arms, pinning your wrists behind your back, and thrusts into you as hard as he can. “Look at that body, shaking around my cock. Tell me how much you need it.”

“I need it so bad!” you cry, eyelashes wet and fluttering, “Needed, mmph, needed you to fuck me like this.” Surrendering yourself to him, you steady your knees and let him completely wreck you. There isn’t a single thrust of his cock that doesn’t have you whining and moaning, begging him for more.

Hongjoong slaps your ass harder this time, loving the way it makes you squeal. “I feel that pussy quivering for me. I know you wanna fucking come.” Snatching your arms away, you grab onto the front of the chair, tilting yourself away. You shake your head, not wanting to give up this feeling so soon, “Mmm not ready, Joongie. Wanna feel you more.” 

“Aww, my love, you’re so cute” Hongjoong pouts, lightly petting your back, “But I don’t care.” 

And just like that he’s fucking you so hard you feel it in every part of you. Your vision’s spotted with little technicolor dots, your lips parted in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back, baby. Show me you need it” he whispers like a snake charmer coaxing your body to do as he wishes. “Come for, mmmhhh, come for me. Just like that, fuck.”

Your legs give out from under you as you let yourself go, your body reduced to nothing but tremors, juices flowing around his cock. Hongjoong doesn’t let up, shifting his position to hit your g spot even as your body weakens. He sees you reach up to your mouth, nibbling at your finger as your broken moans escape supple lips, and wants that to be him so badly. In your pussy, in your mouth, anywhere he can feel you, he wants it.

Against his best efforts, his thrusts grow sloppy, the tightness in the pit of his stomach snapping. He pulls out, rocking into his own hand as he spills down the back of your thighs, droplets of come leaking onto the chair. “God, that was…” he pants, sitting at the foot of the chair, chasing the air that eludes him.

Rolling onto your back you see your boyfriend with your bikini top draped over him as if he’s wearing it. His expression is criminally cute for a man who just broke your back like a glowstick.

“I look cute in it, yeah?”

You kick your feet up on his lap, laughing to yourself, “Hot as fuck. I’d definitely ask for your number.”

Hongjoong crawls on top of you, kissing you so deeply and lovingly that by the time he pulls away you’re lightheaded. “I love you” he says, still sporting your bikini top.

You look down at it and then back up at this handsome man who utterly adores you. “I love you too, Joongie. Now give me my top back.”

[extra-v1rgin]

Love languages - Rengoku, Tomioka, Uzui, Iguro, Shinobu, & Mitsuri

wanted to write something quick because my current projects won’t be done for awhile and I feel bad about not posting ;-; Also love languages aren’t real but shhhhh it’s ok

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Rengoku:

Giving - Words of Affirmation

He’s not very smooth with words but as one might expect from Rengoku he is very enthusiastic. Mostly it’s simple things, saying “I love you!” or “You look so pretty!” If you ask him to elaborate he will but the man gets very flustered.

Receiving - Physical Touch

I think Rengoku likes very gentle touches. He’s “on” 99% of the time and has a lot of trouble relaxing but if you trace his face or run your fingers through his hair then he can melt into your touch. He likes recieving physical affection at any time but it’s most relaxing for him if you set aside time where he has to be quiet and doesn’t have anything weighing on his mind.

Tomioka:

Giving - Gifts

Giyuu doesn’t see himself as someone with very much worth so offering up himself in any way doesn’t feel like he’s actually giving you something (even if you insist otherwise). If he gives you physical items then it’s something concrete and seen as valuable by others too. They’re very heartfelt though. It’s not pointless trinkets it’s something you can use often.

Receiving - Quality Time

On the flipside Tomioka sees you as someone with a lot of value. He’s happy with physical touch or talking too but he’s not always good at deciphering what things might mean if you’re not direct. It’s not that he’s happier when you’re quiet but if things are quiet then he doesn’t have to work to figure anything out.

Uzui:

Giving - Acts of Service

Sort of a double-sided thing for Uzui. Mostly it’s out of love for you/his wives but he does enjoy the praise he gets for it as well. Part of the reason he likes getting the praise though is because he knows that means you appreciated it (And so on and so forth). It’s something about providing for his lovers that makes the man feel good.

Receiving - Gifts

Is that a surprise? He loves getting gifts. They gotta be big and flashy but other than that he doesn’t care about the price or if you just picked it up randomly. Not to say he doesn’t like heartfelt gifts, but just that he likes anything that made you think about him.

Iguro:

Giving - Gifts

Just like Tomioka he doesn’t see himself as someone of value, so again anything that comes from him looses value because of that. He’s much more meticulous than Giyuu though. Giyuu buys anything that makes him think of you whereas Obanai spends weeks looking at different shops for the perfect item. You mention your shoes are wearing out? He will buy you the most expensive most durable pair to ever be made and they will fit you absolutely perfectly.

Receiving - Gifts

Oddly enough he also enjoys getting gifts. It’s a sign that you were also thinking about him. But while he likes buying you things Iguro enjoys getting handmade or smaller scale things from you.

Shinobu:

Giving - Quality Time

Shinobu is a busy woman so she sometimes struggles to make time for her partner. At the same time trying to fill that gap with gifts or little notes doesn’t feel the same. She has to find time to probably sit down with you and cuddle or talk.

Receiving - Acts of Service

As mentioned she’s very busy, so if you do anything to help lighten her load then she feels a weight off her chest. Even if it’s something small like making the bed or cleaning her desk she feels so relieved. Depending on your skills you may help out with medical things too. These moments are especially nice for her because Shinobu also considers you helping her wrap bandages as quality time.

Mitsuri:

Giving - Physical Touch

No surprises here either. She loves squishing you, hugging you, cuddling. If she could pick you up and carry you forever she would. Even if you weren’t big on touch I think she’d be just as happy to curl up against your side barely touching you. She also enjoys doing your hair or having you do hers.

Receiving - Words of Affirmation

Mitsuri has become a lot more confident in herself but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like hearing kind words, especially in moments of weakness. She trusts you a lot so if you say she’s beautiful then Kanroji will very much believe you. Whether you’re complimenting her appearance or her cooking or her fighting skills she gets so excited. If something particilarly catches off guard then you should expect a lot more hugging alongside a dozen thank you’s.

[myperfectfatdads]

The Job

I’ve been looking for a job for over a year now. I’m desperate for one, i’m not even picky about it anymore. I just need a job someway to earn money. It was looking pretty hopeless until this company Lyon wanted me to do an advertisement for the new hotel that there opening. The pay was good so I signed up instantly with no hesitation. They’ll probably want a fit guy like me to model in the advertisement I think to myself. They make me sign a contract to make sure I follow all the rules. Damn this thing is long why is there so much stuff to read it’s like a terms and conditions I mean who reads all of it anyways. I mostly just click through it. I only pay attention towards the end of all of it. It states at the bottom that they’re really looking for a man who can represent a lion someone perfect to contribute to the new Lyon hotel. I guess I fall under that category I figured. Clicking it off I sent in my application form.

Monday, they got back to me saying that I’m the perfect candidate for this position. And they ask me again are you sure you wanna go through with this? Not thinking much of it I select yes. Perfect the advertisement will take place a week from now. Great I think to myself as I shut my computer and head to my car to go to the gym. This is gonna be great it think my first real job. On my way to the gym I get a text from my dad inviting me over for dinner. I take up his offer as he’s making his killer buttered chicken tonight. At the gym I do my normal sets but it’s feels a little bit harder tonight. Arriving at my parent’s house the smell of the food made me feel right at home. It was nice to see my parents and to tell them the good news of course. I tell them at the table while eating my food, damn this food is amazing I guess I do really miss my dad’s cooking. Now normally I only have one plate and maybe go up for seconds but tonight something was different I was already on my fifth plate and still stuffing my face. After I was done I give my slightly bloated stomach a pat and wave my parents goodbye. Arriving at home I crash right in bed and drift to sleep.

Tuesday, ah a new day only six more days tell the big, and damn i’m really hungry luckily I brought home leftovers from my dad’s dinner last night. I serve it up and get ready to dive in and dive in I do all of the leftovers are gone within minutes. I can’t hold back can I now. Going to put on my clothes I notice that my shirt feels a little bit tighter as my tummy is poking out a little. I look in the mirror damn my cheeks look chubby I say while rubbing my beard that also needs to be shaved. I gotta take batter care of myself so think as I need to look really good for the job on Sunday. This day goes by in a flash and dinner time already rolls around. This man’s gotta eat I say but nothing in the fridge looks appealing, it’s all to healthy I think. A nice juicy hamburger sounds really good and that’s exactly what I order. 20 minutes later the food arrives. I’m so hungry I can barely resist I tear open the bag and grab a mouthful of fries and shove them into my mouth. I peel open the rapper to the burger and take a nice juicy bite, while drops of ketchup drip onto my shirt. I dive into my second burger my stomach howling at how much food I just consumed, but I didn’t stop there I wanted more I grab the chocolate milkshake I ordered and slurp it down sipping every last drop. I let out a huge burp in relief of finishing that meal my head resting on my newly formed double chin and hands resting on my stomach pushing out trying to escape. I felt like I was in a food coma I couldn’t even move and I didn’t as I slowly drifted asleep right there on my sofa chair.

Wednesday, I jolted awake, shocked at the mess around me what the hell happened as if I was almost unaware of what happened last night. I picked up all of the rappers finding it harder to even more around from my increase in size. I can’t do this anymore I say as I fall into the couch, checking my watch I notice it’s already 4 in the afternoon what the hell happened there’s no way I slept in this late I jolted up as there was still stuff to do one of them being ordering me some new clothes. As my old ones were starting to become quite a tight fit, damn clothes are expensive these days especially for bigger people I think. Grabbing my gut I know that I need to go to the gym but meh i’ll just do it tomorrow as I walk to the kitchen the grab a bag of chips and order an extra large pizza on my phone with bread sticks. When the food arrives I dive in again eating everything in my sight it’s only takes a minute to eat a meal made for a family of four. I’ll just got to the gym tomorrow it’ll be fine.

Thursday, damn this commercial is coming faster then I thought and I am in no need ready for it. I look terrible, I have no more clothes that fit me. Just letting my belly hang freely I notice that it’s gotten a lot hairier; yep it’s definitely time to shave I think but not before breakfast. I whip out some donuts I bought from the store a few days ago. Still fresh I take a bite feeling the creamy feeling touch my tongue. I finish the first one within seconds but I don't mind I still have over 10 left to eat. And that’s exactly what I did shoving them down my throat I didn’t even notice my stomach start to expand even more forming love handles and my pecs starting to soften out becoming my moobs resting on my stomach. My face was getting chubbier by the second and the hair on my body just kept growing. After finishing my dozen donuts I let out a massive burp and rub my gut watching it jiggle up and down.

Friday, waking up in the morning was hard I felt sluggish and tired but I pulled through as the new clothes that I ordered arrived. There was only one problem with them, they didn’t even fit me they looked super small on my and my gut was totally peeking out, I brush it aside as I had more important stuff to do today like making a cake. That’s right i’m going to make a 3 layer cake, i’ve been craving it so much, and I already had all the ingredients to make it. I waddled to the kitchen getting all of the stuff ready as this was going to take up almost my whole day. Making the batter is the longest part, wait or is it letting it cook in the oven ah whatever it doesn’t matter I just can’t wait to dig in I think to myself. The cake takes all day but I couldn’t be happier down it, snaking off little bits of it. I plop myself in bed after a long day of work satisfied as the cake will be ready tomorrow.

Saturday, it really hit me in the morning that the big day is tomorrow. But first of all the cake is ready. Okay normally I stress eat but i’ve never stress eaten this mush I ate the whole 3 layer cake in one sitting, shoving that cake in my face like there was no tomorrow, even though tomorrow was the most important day of my life. After I was finished I waddled over to the bathroom to clean up, in there I realize now much hairier i’ve gotten my whole stomach was full of hair and my beard was super thick. My stomach and legs were huge taking up a lot of free space. Trying to find a nice outfit for the job tomorrow I couldn't seem to find anything that fit all my clothes wouldn’t fit over my gapping stomach. I sign in failure and plopped myself onto the bed getting rest for the big day tomorrow I probably a good idea I say as I drift asleep.

Sunday, today is the big day and I couldn’t be less prepared I was a mess nothing fit me and I look nothing like the guy that they hired to do the photo shoot there gonna think that i’m a catfish or something like that. I sign not being able to come up with something in time I waddle out to my car in defeat and somehow manage to squeeze myself in to the car barely being able to fit. Arriving at the hotel it get out of my car in just my underwear as it’s the only thing that still fits me. I walk in and the guy at the front say you must be Ryan here come up here i’ll show you where the magic happens. Huh he knew who I was right away even by seeing how I look now, they take me to one of the hotel rooms where the photographer is. “You must be Ryan I’m Chace what a pleasure to meet you, seems like the procedure went just great you’ll make the perfect lion, I mean just look at you main.” he says while rubbing my beard. “Now just sit down on the bed so we can start.” Procedure, I have no idea what he’s talking about, plopping my self on the bed I can finally relax knowing that my job is almost over with. The mascot of the Lyon hotel.

[ginandginny]

BSD Characters With a Sick S/O

Genre: Fluff, humour.

Warnings: Mentions of death and su!cide in Dazai’s part, pet names. Some characters might be a bit ooc, and this is very cringe, and a lil suggestive. Swearing.

Featuring: Yosano, Gin, Aku, Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jouno, Tecchou,

Format: Headcanons plus scenarios

Various BSD!characters x gender neutral reader (Chuuya uses ‘princess’ once, Dazai uses ‘belladonna’)

Part one out of three

Coloured character names are the characters I’m featuring in this fic

OSAMU DAZAI

-How do I start…

-He’s worried. Like it’s not life-threatening, but he’s worried. Maybe because he won’t be able to do a double suicide with you-

-He’d use this as an excuse to skip work. 😭😭😭

-He somehow gets Kunikida to buy the medicine for him. Maybe some convincing lies, and few casual mentions of extortion. 🥲

-You’d be lying in bed like “Honey I need medicine I’ll be fine on my own for a while; can you go buy it?” And dudes like “Nah, we’re getting free delivery service from Kunikida.” 😘

-He’d feed you your medicine and food, and call you ‘good girl’ when you swallow. My mind just went somewhere else if you know what I mean

-Cuddles

-Still very annoying

“Awwwwww, my poor baby is sick.” DAZAI mocked. He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Maybe I’d get to skip work, taking care of you.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, attempting to throw a pillow at him. He cooed at you for a while, annoying you even more. “Osamu, please stop being a dick for once and buy me medicine.” You broke off in another coughing fit. To that response, Dazai smirked. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear belladonna, why waste our own time, money, and energy when we can waste other’s?”

“Because,” you responded scathingly, “We aren’t parasites, living off of other peoples expenses. Or I’m not. Maybe you are. Like a leech or something. Sucking other peoples money, time and energy. You’re the embodiment of a parasite.” Dazai gasped, pretending to be stabbed in the gut. Dramatically, he fell to the living room floor, feigning hurt.

“Belladonna! You think this lowly of me?! Oh, the pain you have inflicted upon my poor soul…” You snorted to cover up your laugh. Dazai caught that, and smiled. He stood up, and kissed you on the forehead.

“Goodness! You’re burning up! Sorry sweetie, I have a small phone call to make. Be back in a few!” And he waltzed off towards the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he returned with a cup of tea and some blankets.

“Medicine is on the way here. Make sure you sound like you’re dying when I open the door. Kunikida is very irritated today. In the meantime, have some tea and I’ll put on a movie. Anything in particular you’d like to watch, Bella?”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

-Saying he overreacted is an understatement 😨😰

-He probably impulsively spent a lot of money on expensive medicine and stuff that’ll make you feel better 🫡🫡

-You’d be his world, and he’s the major satellite revolving around you

-Personally called Mori to explain why he can’t go to work

-He’d carry you everywhere even to use the bathroom 😭

The moment you told CHUUYA you were sick, he instantly called Mori to tell him he couldn’t go to work.

“Blankets, stuffed animals, food, name it I’ll get it.” He said.

“Chuu, I only have a cold.”

“No. I’m not dismissing this. I’ll get you that plushie you wanted last week… actually, I’ll get my subordinates to get it for you. I’m not leaving your side.” He stated firmly. He picked you up bridal style, ignoring your protests, and gently set you in bed, covering you with a blanket.

“Wait here, princess, I’ll get the fluffy blanket you love. Oh and throw pillows. Do want your iPad, laptop, or phone? Never mind I’ll get them all… TV too.” He hurried out of the room before you could stop him. He returned, holding a giant fluffy blanket. You fought back the urge to laugh. He looked so silly, carrying a pile of fluffy fabric. His arms barely wrapped around it, and he looked tinier than ever. He placed it on the bed, spreading it out. He set down your phone too, he turned to get your laptop too before you coughed.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling, shit I forgot about medicine. Right… cough syrup…” He started listing medicine. Chuuya put a show on for you, then went to cook for you. Several times the doorbell rang, it was his subordinates delivering the medicine and other shit he bought for you.

“Chuuya, this is so expensive!” You protested.

“It’s to make you feel better.” He said severely, spooning mash potatoes into your mouth. You were surrounded by plushies, candles, blankets, and throw pillows.

“Oh Chuuya, you being here is just enough for me. I love you so much; you’re the best boyfriend ever.” His face lit up and went to kiss you, then you stopped him, reminding him that you were sick, and that you were currently trying to chew mashed potatoes.

So much for a romantic moment.

YOSANO AKIKO

-Finally a person who knows what she is dealing with

-I mean she’s a doctor of course she knows

-She’d cuddle with you to make you feel better 🥰🥰🥰

-Huge chance that she already has medicine in her house, but if she doesn’t, she probably would threaten Dazai to buy them for her, and she’d pay him back, but Dazai gets either Kunikida or Atsushi to do it and just takes the money 💀

-Yosano would cook your favourite meal, and sternly but affectionately tell you you can’t have ice cream 🫶🫶🫶

-Cares about you very much, but maybe will still go to work

-She’ll send someone to take care of you!! [See: threaten]

YOSANO frowned.

“You’re sick, you say?” She questioned, concerned. She touched your forehead then checked your temperature. Her face relaxed, then she gently patted you on the head and said,

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cold.” I’ll go check if we have medicine. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.” You nodded glumly, and she smiled, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

“Awwwww, sweetheart, don’t pout. Here, I’ll carry you.”

“I love you so much.” So Yosano carried you too bed, tucked you in and kissed you on the forehead.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She left the room, and you found yourself drifting off until you heard Yosano talking in the living room. It sounded like she was threatening to mutilate someone. Something about medicine and money. Such a loving girlfriend I have, you thought affectionately, recalling how she hugged you, and her scent. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, it was already time for dinner.

“Good evening, my sleeping beauty.” You looked up to find Yosano sitting on the bed, grinning down at you.

“Mornin, love.” You responded groggily. Yosano chuckled.

“Say ‘ahhhh’ for me, darling.” You did what she told you, and she fed you food. Your eyes widened.

“My favourite! Thank youuuu.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Yosano fed you the rest of your meal, then told you she had the medicine ready. She fed you some, and you made a face and nearly threw up.

“No offense but this tastes like shit.”

“I see you’ve got your attitude back. That’s good. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. And one small question, love. How do you know what shit tastes like?”

That shut you up real quick. You drank the rest of the medicine without complaint. Eventually, Yosano started reading to you.

“Kiss me, you fool!” She cried in a silly voice. She was quite good at reading sad romance novels. You smiled mischievously and leaned in. She smiled too, and before you could talk-

“Shhhh, I’m not going to catch your cold, don’t worry,” she whispered. She tipped your chin up to look at her, then she kissed you.

Quick A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I’m sick, and my roommate, @a-random-weeb is too, so I decided to write this (also because she wrote it too) and it was really rushed. Sorry if it’s cringe and grammar mistakes, and that I only wrote for three characters. University sucks ass.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

[melancholic-and-delusional]

Omg can i pls request some threesome headcanons for dazai x fem s!o x any character that you want. Thank you!

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you're satisfied with what I wrote!

Threesome With Dazai And Chuuya

Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

If you were to end up in a situation where you're having sex with both Dazai and Chuuya, you'll probably have to be in a poly relationship with them first or not be in a relationship with any one of them at all.

I don't think they're the type of people that are into sharing.

As for the actual thresome, I think that both of them are very gentle when it comes to handling you.

I believe they'll go out of their way to make you feel comfortable and special when you're with them.

They love seeing you squeezed in between them while they double penetrate you.

Dazai would probably be more teasing than Chuuya.

He would whisper dirty talk in your ear, and he would also bring you to tears from overstimulation or from edging.

He thinks it's so cute when you are whimpering while riding his cock.

Chuuya would be the one to comfort you.

He would kiss away your tears and tell you how good you're doing while also pounding into you.

They also love seeing you attempt to suck the both of them off.

It's such a pleasure watching you try to fit both of them into your mouth, and they'll encourage you to try harder.

They'd also blindfold you and make you guess which one of them is currently inside you.

If you guess correctly, you'll be rewarded with some nice oral sex performed by one of them, but if you don't, you'll be punished.

If your guess is Chuuya and it's incorrect, he will thrust into you for such a long time until you remember exactly how his dick feels inside you and you're sobbing from overstimulation.

Then, Dazai would insist you give him a blow-job as an apology.

The same thing goes if you guess it's Dazai, when it was actually Chuuya.

Motherfuckers would probably turn this into a race of some sort. 💀

Dazai would say something like, "I bet I can give her more hickeys than you can for 5 minutes." or "I bet I can make her come faster." and Chuuya would just say, "Bring it on."

They'd deadass pull out their phones to time themselves.

Most of the time, they'd end up tied, or someone would barely win.

If Dazai wins, he'd definitely get super cocky.

He'll make you come 20 seconds faster than Chuuya, and he'll act like he's some sex god sent from the heavens.

Of course, those competitions of theirs are performed with your full consent.

The both of them are aftercare kings.

They would shower you with affection and plant gentle kisses on your skin.

Chuuya would go make you a warm cup of your preferred beverage while Dazai would go bring you a snack.

They would cuddle up to you and cover you with the blankets.

They'd praise you, tell you how well you've done and how beautiful you are.

You'd fall asleep laying in between their warm embraces.

Scenario

   Dazai was lying comfortable on his back, smirking, with his arms stretched behind his head and leaning against the headboard while you were on top, riding him. Chuuya was fucking you from the back and setting the pace. You were a moaning mess.

   "You're doing so well, belladonna. Keep going," he smiled as he watched you bounce up and down.

   "You feel so good around my cock, darling," Chuuya cooed in your ear.

   You felt your orgasm nearing as the two men were so deep inside you and were hitting all the right spots. With a loud gasp, you finally reached your climax, together with them. Dazai rose up from his position to hug you after your high had concluded, and he caressed your head gently.

   After you got off of them, you lay down on the bed and tried to catch your breath again. Just then, Dazai went in between your legs and began eating you out. You were taken by surprise and you arched your back at his sudden touch on your sensitive pussy.

   You felt a different arm wrap around your chest and squeeze your breasts. It was Chuuya, and he began kissing your neck passionately.

   You moaned out their names as the two of them continued.

   After another orgasm, Dazai and Chuuya switched places and continued to overstimulate you. This went on for at least another two intense orgasms before you started squirming under their touch, as you found it hard to keep yourself composed while you were nearing your third. Dazai was also fingering you as he rubbed your clit with his tongue. Chuuya was leaving hickeys on your neck and collar bone while whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

   When you got down from yet another high, Dazai finally stopped and looked at you with lustfilled eyes. He was breathing heavily.

   "You're so fun to tease, bella."

   "I wonder how much longer it would take her to begin crying from pleasure if we were to continue," Chuuya said and turned to Dazai with a smirk. Dazai only looked back at him with the same expression and then looked at you and quickly winked. You gulped and felt your heartbeat quicken. You were in for a long night.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it you can ask me to write something for you. My requests are always open.

[hauntedministry]

I will ruin you.

Pairings: dbf!Joel Miller x afab!reader

Word count: Approx 4.5K

Summary: After a long-term relationship ended badly, you decided it was best to return home, surrounded by people you knew, and grew up with. It had been years since you’d seen Joel and had always had eyes for him but knew never to act upon it.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! SMUT MINORS DNI!! Age gap, reader is in their 20s and Joel is in his 40s. Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy). Light degradation, ish. Brat taming kink also ish, let’s gooo (I mean dbf!Joel and brat taming go hand in hand). Spanking, risky sex, creampie, kind of stalker Joel but not really. If I can think of anymore or if you find more please let me know 🫶

A/N: This is my first fic I’ve posted so please let me know what you think! I’m also definitely not a writer this is mostly self indulgent 😅

The sun was setting as your dads pick up pulled into the driveway. You jumped out of the car and onto the pavement, there was a slight breeze that ran through your hair, it was a little chilly but still pleasant. Grabbing your bag from the front seat, you shut the door and let out a small sigh while you looked at the home where you grew up. It felt so nice to be back home. “Thanks for getting me, dad.” You say giving your dad a smile.

“Anytime sweetheart, it’s good to have you back home.” He pulled you in for a cuddle, and you felt instantly comforted. You’d missed him, barely being able to find the time to see him, let alone call. But now you had all the time in the world. He walked up to the front door and unlocked it. “After you, princess.” Your dad gestured while he stepped to the side.

“Hey come on now, enough of that, dad.” You rolled your eyes at the pet name while walking indoors. “I haven’t been ‘princess’ for years.”

“Ah well you’re still my little girl.” He replied and in response you groaned and shook your head with a smile. The last time you were able to visit home had been 3 years ago when your ex had actually given a damn about your life. You’d missed it so much. “I’ll let you get your things upstairs. Join me when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, I shouldn’t be too long!” You called down to your dad, already up the stairs and headed to your old room. You dropped your bag on the bed and sat down next to it, taking a moment to take in your surroundings. Most of things were as you left them, some decorations made you cringe as it was years since you had moved out. You then hopped off your bed and began to unpack a few items from your travel bag. The rest of your belongings were left at your exes. That was a task for another day you thought to yourself, now all you wanted was to relax.

Shortly after your dad had brought you two home, the front door was opened, then shut, then followed by a loud voice calling out to your dad. You’d investigate in a second but for now you just wanted a moment to yourself. After freshening yourself up you changed into a different outfit, a pair of charcoal mum jeans and a loose fitting baby pink sweater that you half tucked into your jeans.

You finally decided to show face and find out who the mystery visitor was. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. After reaching the bottom step you walked into the living room and stopped in your tracks. “Oh my god, Joel?” You called out to the tall man standing next to your dad, he was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his broad chest and it was paired with navy blue jeans. You didn’t think you’d see him again after he moved away so this was such a wonderful surprise. Joel and your dad had been friends for a very long time, they always helped each other out when they needed it. You hated to admit it but you had always had the hots for him for so many years. Joel turned his head towards you and also had to do a double take.

“Who the fuck is this?” He then looked back to your dad and your smile dropped, you felt a twinge of disappointment. “Ahh I’m just kiddin’ doll, c’mere!” with a grin and a chuckle, he pulled you in for a hug, his big arms wrapped around you, you instantly melted into him. You could’ve stayed there forever, his scent was intoxicating. “God it’s been like five years ain’t that right?” Joel said with his arms still wrapped around you, his chin rested softly on your head.

“Yeah it’s been a while.” You both finally broke away from the hug and you took this as an opportunity to really look him over. Gosh he was still as gorgeous as you had remembered, if not more so. “Last time I came home was about three years back, but I know you’d moved away. I didn’t think I’d see you again, what brought you back?” You ask trying to discreetly check him out, you could’ve sworn his eyes were trailing you up and down but you swiftly pushed away the thought. Joel had aged like a fine wine, his hair was growing a few more greys, his face gained more wrinkles but it suited him so well.

“Somethin’ ‘bout this place, just feels like home. Besides I had nothin’ keepin’ me back there anyway.” He caught your gaze and you snapped out of your daydreaming. Last time you’d seen him, he was head over heels for some woman, that must’ve ended or he wouldn’t be back you thought to yourself.

“I’m with you there Joel. Well I’m glad you’re back. So what’s my second favourite old man been up to?” You ask giddy with excitement and nudge his arm with your elbow.

“Old man? All this time to grow up and she still ain’t learnt any manners?” He shook his head calling to your dad who was in the kitchen and laughed, a deep belly laugh. You swear it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Your dad came back from the kitchen with some beer bottles, you gladly accepted as did Joel.

“It comes from a place of love I swear!” You replied with a hand on your heart and a bat of your lashes. All three of you made your way to the couch and took your places, you sat on one end of the sofa, your dad next to you and Joel on the armchair just a little off to the side. He was sat with his legs wide, his large thighs constricted in his jeans. You had to remind yourself to look away.

“I know sugar, ‘m just teasin’.” He shoots you a wink from his side of the room. “Me an’ your dad found work together, like handy stuff fixin’ things an’ the like.” He took another swig from his bottle. Your dad got up to grab some snacks from the kitchen. “How comes you’re back home then? I thought you had found your Prince Charming?” He asked, looking you over for answers.

“Oh yeah, him.” You said, your tone lowering to an almost whisper as your thumb fiddled with the rim of your bottle.

“Oh my bad, doll. I-.” Joel rubbed the back of his neck as he saw your demeanour change.

“No no, it’s fine. He was just so immature and he’d fallen out of love a long time back.” You take a moment to gather yourself before continuing. “In the end I caught him with buried balls deep in some girl.” Joel was watching you recant the memory, he felt bad but in his mind he knew he was never right for you. “Just wish I could’ve seen it coming sooner.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt real bad.” You nodded slowly looking down at your bottle. “Stupid boy don’t know what he’s lost.” Joel continued, the compliment sending a warmth through your body, why did he have to be so goddamn charming.

“Still, that part of my life’s over, now it’s time to start a new chapter. And hey, could be worse at least I’ve got my two old boys with me.” You giggled, blushing slightly making contact with Joel’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

“Ah man come on now!” He retorted with a half grin.

The evening carried on filled with remembering memories and making stupid dad jokes. You’d missed just being able to be you around people you loved and cared about. And my god was it so good to see Joel again.

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Joel came to your dads almost every morning to head off to their various call outs together. One morning, you had come downstairs in your pyjamas, a black cami top and short set with a lace trim. Before the two men set out you always offered to make them a cup of coffee. Joel always gave you a wink after thanking you, in return he gave you butterflies.

On another occasion, you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were sat on the side of your bed with a towel wrapped around you, putting moisturiser on your legs when Joel came upstairs to use the bathroom. He walked past your room and your eyes met his, he stilled for a moment and you could’ve sworn he lingered a bit longer than he should’ve, but he then swiftly continued his journey to the bathroom. You smiled to yourself and bit your lip. That same night all you could think about was the way he looked at you. Needless to say your hand found its way between your legs quicker than you’d like to admit.

The next evening, your friends had invited you out for a catch up and a sort of welcome home night out together. You dressed up in a tight fitting black dress mini that sat off the shoulders with long sleeves. Paired with black strappy heels and a little black shoulder bag. You felt good to be going out with friends not worrying about how to behave or looking at someone the wrong way, just free to do what you wanted.

At the bar your group had chosen, this guy kept looking you up and down from the bar, oh boy you knew where this was leading, and you were gonna follow suit. He was cute enough and recently there was only one thing on your mind, you knew you could never get what you wanted with Joel, so random guy from the bar would make do. You headed over to the bar and ordered a drink. “Make that two!” The guy called to the bartender. You both chatted away over the loud music, not really paying attention to what he was saying anyway. Eventually you both decided to cut the bullshit and head back to yours.

When the two of you got back to your dads, you fumbled around in your purse for your key and eventually opened the door. His hands were on you immediately, pulling down the neckline of your dress exposing your breasts. Images of Joel flashed in your mind wishing it was him who was fondling you. But this would do for now as a temporary fix.

You both stumbled into the living room, the room was tinted orange from the soft glow of the streetlight outside. You bumped into the arm of the sofa and pulled him down on top of you. You were giggling but you were trying to keep quiet and you were in also in a rush, it had been so long since someone had touched you. His hands grabbed at your tits and gave your nipples a pinch. ��What about your dad?” He asked between breathy kisses.”

“Sleeping, shh.” Was all you replied. He nodded and was clearly also in a hurry as his shirt was whipped off his body in a flash and then he began to unbutton his pants, he started to pull up your dress when the front door swiftly opened and clicked shut and in walked Joel fucking Miller.

You’d never asked his name, and frankly you didn’t care, but the half naked guy shot up from the sofa, fear riddled his face. “Ah shit, look man I’m sorry. She asked me to come home, I promise we weren’t gonna do anything.” He kept rambling on, trying to make up some excuse. The shock of Joel catching you like this paralysed you momentarily, unable to think or move. Then you snapped out of it and quickly pulled up the top of your dress to cover yourself.

“Get out.” Was all Joel said, his voice was deep and gravely and his eyes not leaving yours once. The guy scrambled to dress himself again and get out of the house. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Hey no hang on, you can’t tell me what to do. He can stay.”you tried to stand up for yourself but the guy was already wriggling out of your grasp and headed to the door apologising profusely as he rushed past Joel. You thought Joel was gonna attack him as he was breathing heavily through his nose. Joel’s whole demeanour changed and you had never seen him like this, of course it was turning you on even more, how could it not? Joel’s eyes returned to you.

“Him, really?” He looked at you with disgust his words like venom spitting from his mouth. You clenched your thighs together. God why did this make you even hornier?

“Oh my god, Joel, you’re not my dad!” Your hands covered your face from embarrassment. “Why are you here anyway it’s like one in the morning?” You asked him trying to keep your voice down.

“Your dad left his tools at mine, he needs them early, and I couldn’t sleep.” He nonchalantly replied. Your eyes dropped down to see the toolbox in hand. Okay it was a bit of a weird alibi but you went along with it. “So I thought I’d be nice and drop ‘em off for him. But don’t go changin’ the subject, you’ve not even been home a week? And you’re already causin’ trouble. I knew you hadn’t changed.” He spat at you with disgust. “Lettin’ some silly little boy get his hands on you in your dads home, while he’s asleep? He’ll be so disappointed.” Joel’s head turned in the direction of the stairs.

“No, no, no no no.” You waved your hands out in-front of you. “Seriously though, you’re not gonna tell him?” You looked at him searching for an answer. “Joel what the fuck? I can do what I fucking want, if I want to fuck someone I can, it’s my body I’ll do what I want with it.”

“Shut your mouth!” He suddenly grabbed you by the throat and squeezed ever so slightly. Fear shook your body but you could feel your wetness pooling, you clenched your thighs again to feel some form of release. A moan was caught in your throat, and then it hit you. The realisation. Joel was jealous.

“You fucking pervert, Miller.” You said to him. Joel only squeezed tighter. “You just didn’t like the thought of me with another guy, that’s right isn’t it? You’re a jealous old man.” He pushed you back down onto the sofa by the throat. His hand felt so good wrapped around your neck, you were disappointed by the loss.

“I said shut your fucking mouth you little brat.” His body caged you in as he towered over you and pointed a thick finger to your face.

“Make me.” You bravely replied, with an eyebrow raised. You were almost challenging him.

“You really wanna try that shit with me?” Joel’s eyes had darkened and his voice deepened.

“I said, make, me”. You repeated and then a sharp slap stung you across the left side of your face then his large hand grabbed your jaw. Your eyes widened with shock, once more you found yourself squeezing your thighs together.

“Fuckin’ knew you were still a little brat. And the way you been walkin’ round wearin’ next to fuckin’ nothin’. You knew exactly what you were doin’ ain’t that right doll? Knew I couldn’t keep my eyes off ya.” Joel grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back up, he then took your spot and brought you down over his knee. His large hands pulled up the skirt of your dress exposing your ass to him. He brought his hand down on your cheek a loud slap echoed through the living room. A sharp gasp broke through your mouth, his hand felt so good, the sting painful but pleasurable at the same time. You bit your lower lip hard stopping yourself from moaning and god forbid waking up your dad. Joel quietly chuckled. “You’re lovin’ this ain’t you doll? You filthy little thing.” You nodded and moved your hips trying to grind yourself against his thigh. “This what you wanted? How many times you thought about me? ‘Bout the things I could do to you? Huh?”

“T- too many.” You replied shamefully, your face and ass stinging from the contact. He continued spanking you making your behind tender and sore. He then yanked down your black panties exposing your aching pussy to him. You were ashamed just how much this was turning you on, you were dripping.

“Such a pretty little cunt. Dripping for me and I’ve not even touched you yet.” He then pressed two fingers against your folds to smear your juices around. A soft moan came from your mouth. “Mmm, could bury myself in you right now you’re so wet.”

“Joel, please I need you. I need you so bad.” You whined, aching for him. He then helped you up off his knee and turned you to face him. His hands made quick work of helping you out of your dress, when it reached the floor you stepped out and kicked it away.

“Look at you. So perfect.” Joel complimented as his hand palmed his growing bulge. “I will ruin you. Do you realise that, doll? Are you sure that’s want you want?” Joel questioned. “I’m tellin’ ya now sugar, if we do this I ain’t gonna be able to stop myself.” You could tell that he needed you just as much as you needed him. “All you’ll be able to think about is how my cock tears your pretty little pussy up.”

“Joel, please.” You begged, he looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “I’ve wanted you for so long you have no idea.” Under the soft orange street light you could see a devilish grin plastered across his face. “Always thought about what you could do to me.” You watched as Joel began undressing himself, he pulled down his jeans and his boxers. His thick cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You bit your lip as you watched it twitch. His hand gripped his length and he began pumping gently. Joel’s free hand was on you once more as he turned you around and guided your throbbing core over him.

“Now, sugar, you’re gonna fuck yourself on me, show me how bad you want this.” Your cheeks flushed red as you lifted a leg up onto the sofa for balance as you lowered yourself onto him. The stretch he provided was painful yet deliciously, you whimpered while you accommodated his thickness. “Ooh my, g- god.” He moaned as you finally took all of him inside. His hands found their way under your ass to help you as you started to bounce.

“Fuck, Joel.” You whined as you rode him. “You feel so big.” Soft sounds of skin slapping could be heard as Joel began to match your rhythm. He wrapped an arm around your waist and his hand found purchase on your breast, he squeezed firmly.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, doll.” Joel whispered his praise to you as you bounced on his cock. “If only your daddy knew what his precious little angel was doing right now.” As if on cue, your dads bedroom door opened and then his shuffling footsteps slowly followed him down the stairs. “Shh, shhh. Gotta keep quiet babygirl.” Joel whispered in your ear. “Can’t have your daddy finding you like this can we?” He pulled you down to lay beside him, hiding both of you behind the big cushions on the sofa. His left hand was clamped tight around your mouth and his right was working at your clit, rubbing perfect circles that sent waves of pleasure all over your body. Joel had you pressed tight against his chest, he was still stuffed balls deep inside you, slowly thrusting. Your eyes rolled back, as Joel’s lips attacked your neck, sucking on the same spot. Your dad had reached the bottom of the stairs and then switched on the light in the kitchen and the tap began to run.

Joel continued to fuck you painfully slowly. Each trust driving you insane with need, he’d pull his hips back so his tip was barely inside then he’d push all the way in. A squeal escaped from your mouth through Joel’s hand and your eyes widened. The tap stopped running. Your heart plummeted. Joel only continued rubbing your clit. You tried to swat his hand away, afraid you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. He of course ignored you and the action only spurred him on more. The coil in your stomach began to tighten, you knew what was coming. Joel could feel it too, your walls fluttering around him, he rubbed your clit faster to get you closer. You were trapped under his hold, unable to do anything but give in to the pleasure he was providing. Then it hit you, your eyes shut tight as you came harder than you ever had before, his hand pressed harder into your face as more moans left your mouth. Your legs spasmed and trembled from the aftershock. Joel then removed his hand from your clit but he still continued thrusting, working you through your orgasm as your walls clenched around him, Joel huffed and bit down on your earlobe even he was trying to control himself.

Finally your dad left the kitchen, but he paused by the living room for what felt like forever, then he turned and ascended the staircase. As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut Joel pulled out and you almost cried at the loss. He shimmied out from behind you and got off the couch. He then wrapped his muscular arms around your legs and roughly pulled you towards the edge of the sofa and you let out a soft giggle. Joel then spread your legs apart allowing him better access, he positioned himself in front of your cunt and rubbed his painfully hard cock against for folds, slapping it against your clit occasionally. He then aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed his hips forward, knocking the air out of your lungs. He relentlessly rutted into you, his balls slapping against your ass. “Bet’cha that stupid little boyfriend of yours couldn’t make you feel this good?” Joel’s tone was lowered, but you could hear the need in his words, the need to please you.

You violently shook your head. “He never made me cum.” You admitted. “He couldn’t do it. I always faked it too.” You felt guilty but it was the truth, he just couldn’t get you over the edge. A low chuckle came from Joel at your admission.

“Fuckin’ knew he was useless.” Joel grinded into you, his tone almost angry, his eyes were trained on your cunt. You looked down too and watched as his thick length repeatedly disappeared inside you. That familiar feeling deep inside began to build once more. Joel moaned also losing himself in the pleasure. “Mmm, gonna cum for me again aren’t you?” You moaned a mhm as a pathetic response unable to form your words. You reached out to grab onto the back of the sofa with one hand, the other pressed flat against the cushions to steady yourself. Your mind was dizzy with lust and desire as the band snapped and tingles coursed through your body. “See that, fuck babygirl, you can’t fake that, how tight your pussy grips me. Feels like heaven.” He groaned at how your cunt contracted around him tightly.

You watched Joel’s face as he slowed his pace to pull back a little. He lowered his head slightly and then spit onto your pussy, his saliva trailed down from your clit to your entrance. Joel groaned as he then fucked into you hard and fast. “Oh- oh my go- god!” You moaned out in breathy rasps.

“Looked so pretty at the bar, sugar.” Joel mumbled. “The way you were dancin’, knew I had to have you.” He continued, your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised. “Then that pathetic idiot got his hands on you, I could barely watch, nearly gave him a black eye right there.” Joel fully gave into his need and continued slamming his cock into you again and again.

Joel’s thrusts then started becoming sloppy, his rhythm was lost as his climax was closing in. “Fuck, doll, don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” He pants, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Seeing him losing his control would probably have been enough to make you cum again. You placed a hand on the side of his neck and pulled him down closer you, his hand gripped your waist and his other pressed against the back of the sofa. The angle was perfect, causing you to become even tighter for him. A deep moan erupted from Joel as he was nearing his release. He removed his hand that was on your waist and brought his thumb to your mouth. “Open.” He ordered, and you obeyed, opening your mouth to allow his thumb inside. You sucked on it and he pulled it out with a pop. He began rubbing your clit with his wet thumb, your legs quivered from the contact.

You could tell Joel was trying to stop himself from spilling into you, but he didn’t need to hold on much longer as your own climax finally broke through. You couldn’t hold it in anymore and a string of pornographic moans came from you. Joel couldn’t last any longer either, the way your cunt squeezed him after your orgasm sent him over the edge. He too moaned loudly as his hips jerked while he unloaded himself deep inside you. He fell forwards slightly and used his hand that was pressed against the sofa to balance himself, Joel stilled momentarily to catch his breath before quickly pulling out.

Joel’s eyes were locked on your face, he thought you looked perfect. “I could watch this forever.” His gaze then broke and trailed down to your puffy cunt, cum was leaking out of your hole. He reached his right hand and his finger traced up and down smearing his juices all over. “You look so pretty like this, all fucked out an’ silly, and it’s all for me.”

You were still comprehending what had just happened when Joel bent down and placed a soft kiss to your temple. “You did so good for me, doll.” He praised, then he grabbed his pants and dressed himself. He shot you a wink and left you on the sofa dripping and fucked out of your mind. The front door quietly clicked shut and you heard the soft hum of his engine fade away.

Thank you for reading! 🖤

[souperbloom]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3Bwg74/ yesssss sir🫡

i know where your head’s at anon. trust me.

the tiktok of ash talking crazy during the valentine genius interview can be found here.

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cherry pie. [A.I.]

🍒 boyfriend!ash

valentine’s day smut. tee hee.

a/n: happy belated valentine’s day soup nation <3 sorry for my inactivity. school has been whooping my ass but i promise ill be back soon ! :3

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, oral (f!receiving), pet names, overstim.

WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

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It wouldn’t take long for Ashton to figure out what your Valentine’s Day surprise held in store.

Your body, at his disposal, splayed out on his plush king-sized mattress; dressed head to toe in red lace and satin. You were like a gift-wrapped present, tied up with a little red bow.

It was everything you’d been dreaming about since the moment you saw that little red set in the window of your local lingerie shop. The perfect surprise for the most perfect boy.

"Ash, baby?" you call into the distance as you hear the shower turn off from the master bathroom.

After dinner, you told Ashton you’d rather head home and unwind, as opposed to going out and getting an after-dessert drink. And of course, despite putting up a bit of a fuss about it, your boyfriend agreed.

You told him to hop in the shower and get ready for bed: setting the expectation that there’d be no sugar tonight, and all you really wanted to do was cuddle in bed and watch a movie.

The disappointment laced through his features when you told him what you wanted from him was quite obvious. But since he had fussed enough about not going to the bar, he figured a little less bitching would do him some good on this special day.

It was hard enough for you to bite back your smile while lying in his face, already knowing what would be waiting for him after his shower.

"Yeah?" He finally replies from the bathroom, the echo of his voice bouncing off of the tiles and into your ears.

"You comin’ in soon?" you ask, hints of innocence in your question as you adjust your position to fit the steamy energy you were trying to exude.

"Yeah, yeah— gimme a minute. I’ll be out before you know it, sugar.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could practically hear the smile that sprawled across his face within his lewd reply. He knew how much you adored that nickname.

Maybe he had a better clue than you thought.

A few more minutes pass you by, subtly quiet music streaming from the TV filling you with anticipation. You couldn’t want to see the look on his face when he walked out to you like this. It took you long enough to find a set of lingerie as perfect as this one; only to have to speedily change into it the moment you heard the faucet turn on.

"Baby," you whine, faux impatience woven into your tone, "M’gettin’ tired."

You hear Ashton scoff playfully, slightly seeing his bare silhouette through the mirror as he takes a towel to his head to dry his hair off.

"I’m coming, I’m coming—" he coos, the towel still covering his head as he begins to whistle.

You dip your head back into the pillows for a moment, letting out a satisfied sigh. Seeing his body in the mirror was already getting you hot and bothered, not to mention the button-down shirt and leopard print jacket combo he had decided on wearing to dinner tonight. The thought of him drove you wild; and you were more than happy to submit to that.

Soon enough, Ashton emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and tucked into itself, accentuating his physique. Along with the other towel that was still on his head, causing him to lead himself back into the bedroom blindly.

"So I was thinking we could watch—"

His thought stops in its’ tracks the moment he slides the towel off of his head.

"—Holy shit."

When his eyes meet yours, they double in size instantly. There’s a longing in his gaze, as if seeing you whipped him through the space-time continuum and barely brought him back down to Earth.

"Oh, baby," he hums, his eyes continuing their journey down your body and taking you in, in all of your crimson, lace glory, "You’re too good t’me."

"Happy Valentine’s Day, Ash," you purr, running a seductive hand up your thigh and letting your index finger collect the fabric of your satin slip.

"My God. What am I to do with you, sugar? Wrapped up all pretty n’ nice for me… Fuck, you’re wearing the hell outta’ that thing, baby…"

His lovesick babbling continues as he nears the bed, dipping his knee down into the mattress. Your eyes still lingered on him, bottom lip caught between your teeth as the two of you have an erotic stare down.

"Do whatever you want t’me. This is your gift, after all." Your coy smile grows wider as he slowly starts to crawl towards you.

"Whatever I want, you say?" He repeats your question as if the answer wasn’t obvious, "I’m not sure if you’re ready for that."

His body now hovers over yours, savoring his last few glances before he tears you out of this outfit and has his way with you. You knew he’d get you out of it faster than you’d gotten into it.

"I’m ready for anything. I’ve waited all fuckin’ week for this." You giggle up into his sparkly fern eyes as he’s now fully on top of you, eyeing you like you were the last cookie in the cookie jar.

"All week? Jesus, baby… If I knew you were gonna’ get dolled up like this I’d have thrown a Valentine’s Day in January." His playful remark sends a chill down your spine as he takes the back of his hand and caresses your cheek.

"I’d get dolled up every night for you, you know this. Just thought I’d save it for a special occasion."

His hand begins a trail down your collarbone towards your chest, "I had a feeling you were up to somethin’. You had that look in your eye."

You chuckle, trying to ignore the moan threatening to spill from your lips, "What look?"

"The look you have when you’re up to no good. You’re a pretty shit liar," he teases.

"Well, I’d say I pulled this surprise off successfully, shit liar or not— That’s all I was really hoping for."

"Successful is an understatement, sugar. You look sweet enough to eat…" He hooks his finger onto the fabric between your breasts, tugging it down gently. "…Sweet like cherry pie."

Not another moment passes before Ashton is dipping down to wrangle you into a passionate kiss. His hands roam with fervor, feeling the contours of your body with his broad palms and taking breaks to gently squeeze the parts he loves most.

His tongue entwines with yours seamlessly, as he makes a sly effort to grind his hips down between your inviting thighs. You sigh into his mouth, lacing your arms around the back of his neck.

"Fuck me, baby, you’re obscene," he sighs, breaking the kiss momentarily to leave a trail of kisses down your neck towards the valley of your breasts, "Think I might have to have a slice of my cherry pie."

You nod as if to say, ‘duh, Ash', wordlessly consenting to his request. He always aimed to please you, despite sometimes being sent to bed unrewarded. But he was such a good sport about it; you sometimes believed that he preferred giving as opposed to receiving.

Generous. There’s the word for it.

"This outfit is gorgeous," he sighs dreamily between kisses trailing down your stomach, "I feel bad takin’ it off so soon."

You shake your head, an electric current shooting up your body as his kisses start to near towards the apex of your thigh. "Don’t feel bad, it’s served its’ purpose."

"Was it’s ‘purpose’ to drive me insane? Because— it’s doin’ a great job at that."

You shrug playfully, enjoying the fiery path of destruction that this little get-up was causing in your sweet boyfriend’s head. He could barely contain his excitement as he parted your legs, gazing at you hungrily with a smirk. His slender fingers then hook onto waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you at a tantalizingly slow speed.

"Gonna give you my hand. Squeeze when it’s too much for you, m’kay?"

You nod down at his mellow smile, and grab his extended hand as he positions himself.

"Mhm."

With a sigh, he caresses your inner thigh gently, taking in the sight of you. It was hard enough to be patient after he had promised something he was sure would drive you crazy; you knew him well, but not well enough.

You were sure he had some tricks up his sleeve.

"’Gonna make you feel so good…"

His gravelly voice trails off as he lowers his mouth to your core, lips hovering inches above where you needed him most. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t growing a bit impatient.

"Yeah?" you taunt, rubbing your thumb in circles over the back of his hand, "You’re all bark, no bite."

He chuckles lowly, still leaving patterns across the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, "And you’re gonna regret having such a smart mouth, sugar."

Without warning, he dips his head down and licks a stripe up your slit, gathering the wetness on his tongue with a sly smile. You groan on impact, naturally, watching his sandy curls scatter across his forehead with his movements.

You almost regretted what you said when he started to prod at your entrance with his tongue, letting his nose do all the work on your clit for him. It felt like a sensory overload; he had always shown his love for pleasuring you but, never to this magnitude.

"Ash, oh fuck—" your words come out choppy, staccato breaths breaking apart each syllable as your free hand flies to grip his hair. He hums into you in reply, the vibration from his baritone voice causing a ripple through his tongue to rip right through your lower half.

You start to writhe above him as his tongue works in tandem with the tip of his nose, all while peering up at you over your silky lace babydoll dress.

"Fuck, baby. F-feels so good," you groan, attempting to keep your eyes from lulling closed. The eye contact between you was far too mesmerizing to pull away from.

Upon hearing your sultry compliment, Ashton begins to move faster. He switches the focus to your sensitive bud, flicking his tongue quickly and causing another wave of pleasure to shoot through your limbs.

His free hand then moves to push up the fabric of your slip, resting his palm flat on your stomach while his mouth moves in circles. Your body lurches forward when he hits a particularly sweet spot, the pleasure almost becoming too much to bear.

You remembered briefly what he had told you about his hand… ‘squeeze when it becomes too much.’

So, you did.

It was too much.

Your heart rate was doubling and it was growing difficult for you to keep the stars away from the backs of your eyelids. You knew you were close to your limit.

But when your grip tightened around his hand—

He didn’t stop.

In fact, he began to move even faster. His eyes shimmered as he peered at you above your hips, watching your jaw fall slack as you’ve now lost any ability to keep your composure.

"Fuck, oh my god. Please—" you beg, mushing into a whining mess, "Ashton, please."

His ears perk up at your exasperated plea, quickly ripping his hand from your grasp and using it to replace his tongue. He pops his head up, upper lip and chin drenched in your juices as he studies you with a pout.

"Can ya’ give me a few more minutes, sugar? Tastes so fuckin’ good…"

As his skilled fingers move in place of his tongue, he makes sure not one moment of your time is unoccupied. He uses his thumb on your clit to draw moans out of the back of your throat; index finger dipping in and out of your entrance.

"B—but… It’s too… too much…" you whimper, interrupted by your own moans betraying you, "M’ so close…"

"Please? I’ll go slow…" Ashton pleads, starting a gentle trail of kisses onto the inside of your thigh, "Not gonna be too much for you, sugar… ‘Said I could do whatever I wanted… Just need a few more minutes t’ taste you, my love."

You open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your voice is replaced by a pitchy moan as he dips that index finger fully inside of you. He curls it upwards and starts that familiar ‘come hither’ motion, creating pressure in your tummy and bringing you to cry.

"O—okay…" you mumble meekly, "F—few more minutes."

Ashton lets out a quiet chuckle at your words; finding the audacity to smile before he’s diving back in to indulge in you. You no longer had control over your shaky limbs, nor any control over the loud expletives tumbling from your lips. The sounds of your wetness boom through your head, as that familiar feeling begins to creep up on you.

"Ashton, baby— gonna’ cum… Gonna’ cum really soon…" You try your hand at warning him; but he was one track minded. He kept his pace, never faltering, using his fingers and tongue in cohesion with one another to send you hurdling towards the finish line.

As he savors his last few tastes of you, he groans in delight. The sounds of his smug satisfaction are just what you need to fully push you to the brink of your orgasm.

"Fuck, Ash! Oh, shit—"

Your pleas were merely encouragement for Ashton. His rhythm continues to pick up speed, climbing and climbing until galaxies were fogging your vision and your legs were tensing up.

"Ashton!"

The final shout of his name had you doubling over in ecstasy, yet his tongue continued on, as did his fingers— you were relishing in the feeling of your orgasm as the butterflies once encaged in your abdomen had set loose and began fluttering throughout your body. He rode you through your high with a final few kitten-licks to your clit, for good measure.

The tension in your shoulders and thighs had finally cracked once his movements came to a slow. Your breathing, heavy and labored, started to readjust to the oxygen levels back down on Earth.

"Ashton… oh— oh my god," you sigh, watching as your boyfriend tenderly starts to massage your jittery legs after he had practically sent you into orbit.

"I know, right?" He smirks confidently at your airy reply, pleased with his ability to ruin you so effortlessly.

You can’t help but giggle, listening to the thunderous beating of your own heart through your chest. He moves to comfort you instantly, kissing your thigh gently before resting his head in its’ place, "Dinner and dessert for Valentine’s Day? What a lucky guy I am…"

"The luckiest, I think," you hum, petting his head with a smile, "We should celebrate holidays like this more often."

Ashton chuckles, reaching up to interlock your fingers before planting a kiss on your knuckles.

"Got time for another round, sugar? President’s Day is right around the corner."

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Inside Out - Elijah

"Fuck bro! I've been grindin forever and still can't break 220." Elijah said exhausted as he shared a cigar with buddy Mo.

"Have you tried bulkin, that's how you get the ladies." Mo responds

"Bro I bulked so hard this winter that I looked like a fatass and still couldn't get 220. And I gotta look good for summer, man. I can't be soft in front of the ladies."

"You should try this new thing they're callin inside out."

"Nah, I want to be all natural. Nothin but protein powder and hard work." Elijah said confidently while flexing his arms.

"I'm not talkin steroids, it's an app, just try it you won't regret it." Mo said as he put out his cigar and walked away.

Elijah spent the night thinking about what Mo had said, and finally gave in before going to sleep. He downloaded the app on his phone and booted it up.

"Welcome to Inside Out, where you can become your most authentic you!" Displayed across his screen. He pressed continue and felt a faint chill run down his spine. Though nothing happened, so he just shut off his phone and went to bed.

He woke the next day, intent on heading to the gym. Although he felt groggy, that wasn't going to stop him from his weight goal. He rolled out of bed and threw on his shorts, struggling a bit when pulling them around his ass. He put on his usual gym shirt, though it didn't seem as long as it used to. It used to be able to reach below his crotch and hid his morning wood, but now it barely reached the top of his crotch. It wasn't a big deal for him though because his bulge didn't seem as obvious as it usually did through his shorts.

He went through his normal morning routine, brushing his teeth, making a protein shake, and two eggs. Though two eggs didn't satisfy him like it usually did, so he ate 4, actually he ate 6. He then made another large protein shake before leaving. He thought it was weird how hungry he felt, but the thought of reaching 220 in the back of his mind told him it was okay to eat a bit more than usual.

He arrived at the gym and confidently strutted in with his chest puffed out, not noticing that the bottom of his belly poked out below his shirt. He went through his usual sets, ending up at the squat rack. He faced the mirror and began his squats, taking notice of how tight his shorts hugged his thighs. "Finally I'm starting to build muscle" Elijah thought, though it very obviously wasn't muscle that was filling out his shorts. He continued his squats until he noticed in the mirror, a couple guys looking at him. He thought it might be because of his impeccable technique, until they laughed and walked away. He quickly ended his set before realizing that his ass was showing above his shorts during the squat. He pulled up his shorts, struggling to get them past his crack.

He began walking to the bench press when he came across a girl doing squats. "Hey baby, I'll be done around here at 9 if ya need a warm bed to sleep in." Elijah called over. Though she just gave a disgusted look and ignored him, which was far from the blush and smile he usually got from his flirting. "Bitch." He whispered to himself as he walked away.

He reached the bench press, but there was already a guy there. He approached the guy and began to spot for him while he waited. Though Elijah didn't seem to notice that all the guy could see was the underside of his hairy belly as his shirt couldn't contain it anymore.

The guy finished his set and as he was about to leave, Elijah went in for a hand shake. "Good job bro!" Elijah said to the other man. In response, the man leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Thanks man, but maybe you should stick to the cardio section if you want that shirt to actually fit you." The man gave a condescending wink and left.

"Asshole!" Elijah said under his breath. He turned to sit on the bench but caught a glimpse of his image in the mirror. He froze as he analyzed the warped copy of himself that stared back at him from the other side of the mirror. The double chin peaking below his shirt beard. The soft pecs that were pressing against his tiny looking shirt. The hairy belly that hung out under his shirt. The plump limbs that were nearly ripping through his clothes. He saw the full extent of his fatass body.

In embarrassment, he ran to the men's change room. He tried holding his fat in place as he did so because he could feel his pecs and his gut bouncing with every step. He got into the change room and threw off his clothes, finally feeling free from their constraint. He looked at his naked body in the mirror as it continued to grow. He was covered in sweat just from the short run to the change room. The sweat soaked the thick pelt of hair that covered his body. He flexed his massive arms in the mirror, watching the fat droop below his biceps. He cupped his man tits in his thick hands and rubbed his large sensitive nipples. He let out a moan at the intense pleasure that courses through his body. He played around with his massive gut, picking it up and letting drop and bounce. He turned sideways and looked at the s shape his gut and fat ass made. He felt a poking feeling in the bottom of his belly and reached around his gut to investigate. He felt his hard dick poking into his gut, though something wasn't right. He was fully hard but his dick was only 3 inches long, a far cry from the monster he sported before. It only made it worse the pad of fat that developed in his crotch had swallowed half of his dick, making it look even shorter. Though the thought of that only made him hornier.

He grabbed a towel and attempted to wrap it around his hulking body, though it was far from large enough to do so. He simply held the towel over his crotch and walked into the sauna.

He sat beside a middle aged man. A man that sat completely naked, making no effort to cover his round gut and sagging man tits. He also made no effort to hide his dick as it shot up the moment Elijah sat beside him. Elijah himself was desperately trying to hide his hard-on, though he couldn't tell whether that was from his own body, the man's body, or both.

A few silent moments after he sat down, he felt the warm feeling of the man's thigh pressing against his own. Soon the man's hand had wondered it's away over to Elijah and laid softly on his thigh. He shivered at the man's soft hands rubbing his thigh, feeling the man's ring drag along his sensitive skin. Soon enough, the man's hand made its way under Elijah's towel and wrapped around his dick.

"I've seen you 'round here before. How does a young fit man such as yourself end up here, like this?" The man breaks the silence.

Elijah glances over, distracted by the pleasure coursing through his body. He looks down at the man's bloated gut and soft tits, then looks back up at the man's face.

"I'm a dad, it's kind of our thing." The man says glancing at his gut. "That's my excuse, what's yours?"

"I love the feeling of the fat engulfing my body." Elijah responds in between heavy breaths. It seemed to have gotten a reaction out of the man as his hand tightened its grip on Elijah's dick.

The man starts jerking himself off at the same time. They both started to moan as Elijah began to rub one hand over the man's body, and one hand over his own. It didn't take long for the man to shoot his load all over the floor of the sauna, and for Elijah to shoot his load all over his towel.

After a moment of silence between the two, Elijah spoke up. "You got any spare clothes I could wear home, mine.. ugh.." "Don't fit." The man responded, seeming to understand the situation. "Boy, my clothes stopped fitting you 100 pounds ago." The man said while slapping Elijah's belly. Elijah didn't understand for a moment, as the man was clearly fatter than he was. Though it didn't take long for it to click when Elijah looked down and saw a body fat more obese than the one he had walked into the sauna with. "Good luck boy, you might want to get out of here before you're too big to leave the sauna." The man said as he tossed his robe over to Elijah and left.

Elijah threw on the robe, unable to fully cover his crotch and far from being able to cover his gut. He strutted out of the sauna with his chest puffed out and fully away if the fact that his front side is completely naked. He grabbed a cigar from his bag and walked out to the outdoor pool. Confidently standing over all of the tiny men that sat around the pool. Imagine being under 350, he thought to himself.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: ….i was supposed to be working or at least working on my fic exchange fic. but yeah. i took a slightly too long lunch and this happened instead. i have no explanation except for the fact that @pyotrkochetkov and @smileysvech post about nečas all the time and his big brown eyes have captivated me. this is just pure filth tbh and just barely edited so be nice 😅

word count: 2.7k

tw: fingering, oral (male receiving), brief handjob, unprotected sex, innuendo, dirty talk, mild voyeurism - let me know if i missed anything else

summary: you get bored while martin’s playing his video game so you decide to take matters into your own hands, so to speak

You’re bored and horny - a lethal combo. It’s Martin’s day off and it’s pouring outside, so neither of you had felt the need to go out and do things when you woke up and saw the weather. After lazy orgasms in bed, you’d gotten up to get a beef stew simmering in the Dutch oven, something warm and fitting for the weather.

Martin had gone down to the building’s gym for a workout and you’d cleaned out the drawers in your dresser, leaving two full bags of clothes to be donated. But now, Martin’s back in the apartment, showered and settled in his gaming chair with his headset on and a video game on the screen.

And you’re bored and horny.

Sure, you could clean out the closet or read a book or something, but you just want more of Martin. You miss him too much when he’s traveling and the team has a string of away games coming up. Quickly poking your head into the spare room where Martin’s gaming computer is set up, you confirm that he’s not streaming. He’s just playing with who you assume are the boys and when he scoffs into the headset, “ah, Svechy, you suck at this,” your suspicions are confirmed that it’s his teammates he’s playing with.

Happy that you can execute your plan, you undress, tossing your clothes in a pile on the floor for later, and stroll into the room. Martin doesn’t hear you enter, probably because of the chatter in his headphones, and when you step around him to stand next to the screen, he does a double take and his eyes widen before giving you a once over. His gaze lingers on your pebbled nipples and when his eyes land on your bare cunt, his lips turn up in a hungry smile. You cock your head at him, smirking and allowing your hand to slide down over your stomach, fingertips barely brushing between your legs. Martin’s grin grows downright dirty and he says, “go ahead, get in there,” startling you because surely he can’t be talking to you while he’s got the guys listening. But then, after just enough of a pause, he adds, “Fishy, come on. Get in the storeroom.” and you realize he’s going to make this fun for both of you.

He raises an eyebrow at you and flicks his gaze from your face down to where your fingers are lingering, giving you a meaningful look. You take the hint and shift your hand, thumb brushing your clit and burying two fingers into your already wet cunt. A satisfied little sigh leaves your lips and you grind on your hand for a few minutes, leaning your free hand on the desk for support as your knees turn to jelly. You curl your fingers to work up the pleasure building low in your stomach, arousal dripping and making your movements that much easier. You bite at your lower lip to stay quiet.

Martin keeps talking into the headset, but it’s like white noise to you since you don’t understand any of the lingo. He makes a gesture with his hands still wrapped around the controller and your fingers stutter, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion because you have no idea what he wants. He grins at you and opens his mouth, wiggling his tongue playfully at you.

Oh.

Your cheeks heat up and your fingers are drenched between your legs, but you pull them away - pouting at the emptiness - and hold them up to Martin’s mouth. He wraps his lips around your fingers and sucks them clean, tongue lapping at the pads of your fingertips. You shiver and he grins around your fingers, the devil. He hums, whether it’s a response to a question from the guys or a way to make you even wetter, you’re not sure and you don’t really care. He keeps your fingers in his mouth, lazily licking and sucking at him, while you drop to your knees in front of him and scrape the nails of your free hand over his bare knee. His cock is half hard under his shorts, the tented fabric a beacon for your gaze.

He glances down at you, opens his mouth to release your fingers, and says, “yeah, go ahead. You know what to do.” It’s directed at you and it’s not, his thumbs flying furiously over the buttons on the controller.

You sigh and lean your cheek against the inside of his knee, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. Martin barely moves and you wiggle the fabric down just enough to expose his cock and balls, saliva pooling on your tongue at the sight of him, huge even when he’s not even fully hard yet. You wrap your wet fingers around him and stroke slowly, gently, satisfied when he lets out a little grunt that he tries to disguise as a cough. You smirk to yourself, licking your other palm so you can get two hands on him, stroking him to full hardness. He’s throbbing in your grip, the soft velvet of his skin hot against yours.

Leaning up on your knees, you settle in between Martin’s thick thighs and he spreads them a little more so you have room, one hand leaving the controller briefly to rub the tips of his fingers against your scalp. You nearly purr at how good it feels. Martin’s cock twitches in your grip and you lean forward the rest of the way to place a soft kiss against the slit, darting your tongue out so the tip of it brushes the sensitive head. He grunts again, not even trying to disguise the noise, and bucks up slightly into your face. You tighten your hand around his base, a little warning, and suck the head of his cock into your mouth and hold it against your tongue. Martin groans and you wonder how he’ll explain the noises.

“Yeah, fuck,” he mutters. “I think we could’ve done that faster.”

You’re sure he’s talking to you, but you don’t change anything about your movements, letting saliva pool on your tongue and drool down his length so you can glide your hand over him easier. He feels impossibly thick in your mouth and you can’t wait for him to stretch you out. You never take more than a few inches of him into your mouth, even though you know he wants more, keeps flexing his hips up into your mouth. One of your hands is firm on his thigh, nails digging into his skin every time he tries to thrust his cock deeper down your throat. You keep up your fun until you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, pleasure coiling tight in your body. Martin rests his hands on the top of your head, the pressure keeping your mouth on his cock.

He laughs suddenly, his body shaking, and you gag a little on his cock when it pushes deeper. “Sorry, yeah, I told you the game is fun when you’re good at it,” he says and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard at the head of his cock, pre-cum filling your mouth.

Martin’s had enough fun, you decide, releasing the head of his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. He looks down at you, frowns. You grin wickedly back up at him, slipping your body under his arms and climbing up onto the gaming chair, knees on either sides of his thighs so you can straddle the thick muscle. You’re eye level with him now and he licks his lower lip, looking down at his lap. His cock bobs between your bodies, hard and red at the tip, leaking steadily. Martin’s hands rest at your lower back, just above the curve of your ass, the cool plastic of the controller making you shiver a bit.

“Mhm,” he hums into the microphone, “let’s do a targeted entry. On my count.” He looks at you, a teasing glint in his warm brown eyes. “One,” you reach between your bodies, grasping his cock. “Two,” you slide your palm over his shaft. “Three,” your thumb rubs over the slit on the tip and he groans.

You know he expected you to sit on him at the end of his countdown, but this is for your fun, not his. You can feel his hands moving at your lower back, can hear the faint action sounds from the headset. Your hand works him over slowly and you watch, sliding closer over his thighs so you can press his cock against your stomach, showing you both just how deep he reaches inside of you. He leans down and bites gently at your shoulder, flexing his thighs under you, feeling the rush of arousal drip over his skin. He leans forward to rest his chin on your shoulder so he can see the screen better and press his cock more solidly against your stomach. It throbs against you and you shift your hips so your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. You roll your hips a little, getting him slick, so you can lift up on your knees and using his shoulders as leverage, balance yourself just over his cock.

The broad head bumps up against your clit, making you gasp and whine while you line him up at your entrance. Martin kisses your shoulder and you sink down on him, just an inch or so, stretched wide. Your thighs tremble and you can’t keep your moans quiet even though you cover your mouth with your hand.

“Come on,” he says, voice raspy in your ear. “I think we can take it, it’s not too bad.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, with relation to the game, but you know he’s encouraging you to take more of him, so you sink down. Inch by inch. Until your ass is back on his thighs and he’s spearing you to the hilt. It’s hard to breathe, it feels like he’s stuffed you all the way to your lungs, your cunt stretched to the point of near pain, you legs spread wide and then wider when he opens his legs a little more. You hiccup a gasp, clenching around him.

Martin bites at your shoulder, muffling his own groan, before snapping, “go! Move, move, move.” His hands move at your back, working the controller, and you roll your hips, grinding down on him, bouncing over his cock. You’re soaked for him, the glide easy, keeping yourself as full of him as you can. Occasionally, he bucks his hips up into yours, drives his cock deeper, punches a moan from your lips.

You bury your face where his shoulder meets his neck, bouncing on him, the fabric of his shorts rubbing your ass raw, the slap of your skin against his balls surely audible through his headset. You’re dripping around him, so close, clenching around his length. One of your hands drops to your laps, finding your hard, swollen clit and working at the nerves with two fingers, sliding through the wetness. Pleasure and pressure build up in your stomach as you ride him, the throbbing of his cock matching your pounding heartbeat.

It just takes a few more seconds of his cock and your fingers until you’re gushing around him, your orgasm exploding in your body. You’re panting against his neck, your pace slowing down as your orgasm hits and your legs get tired. Martin thrusts up into you a few more times, keeping you bouncing on his lap even as he’s giving directions to the guys. Your hand is still between your legs when he comes, finishing inside of you with a muffled grunt and a hot flood. He keeps fucking up into you, pushing his cum both deeper and out of you.

You can feel his cum on your hand and you wipe it a little on his shirt, slumping against his chest. You’re exhausted now. Your eyes flutter shut, cheek pressed against his shoulder, cunt still throbbing.

“Fuck, nice,” Martin crows, startling you a little. “Good win, boys. Gonna log off and spend a little time with my girl.”

He pulls the headset away from his ear a little and you can hear a voice - maybe Svech, maybe Sebastian, you’re honestly not sure - say, “think you already spent some time with her, huh, Neci?” There’s some laughter and you blink, entire body flushing with heat.

“Ah, she’s a good girl,” he laughs a little. “Deserves my full attention.”

His hand is warm on your asscheek, patting gently. You bite at his shoulder and he pats you again, not as gently. The headset is back on his ear so you can’t hear their response, but you thought you had been quiet enough.

“Should’ve told me I was so loud,” you mutter when you feel him take the headset off completely. His arms tighten around your back.

“When did I get a chance, miláček?” He asks, nuzzling his nose against your temple. “I didn’t have a warning before you decided to use me as a sex toy.”

His hands knead at your ass, keeping you close. You can feel his cock start to throb inside of you, getting harder the more he touches you. Your hips move subconsciously over him, drawing a grunt against your temple.

“Was horny,” you mutter, gasping at the rough feeling of his fingers between your legs, pushing into your entrance along with his half-hard cock, filling you up.

“Did I not pay you enough attention this morning?” He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. He mouths at your neck, teeth scraping your skin, and you shiver in his arms.

“Just wanted more of you,” you pout even though he can’t see your face. “Miss you when you leave.”

Martin sucks a little mark behind your ear, “ah, moje sladká holčička, I miss you too.” He kisses down your neck again and your nipples pinch painfully. “How about I take you to bed and make sure you have something to think about when I’m gone?”

You can feel your body react to his words, wetness pooling between your legs again. You nod and Martin stands up, easily holding your weight and keeping his cock buried inside of you. Your legs lock instinctively around his waist, arms around his neck, and hold tight while he carries you back into the bedroom. He settles you onto the bed, kneeling in between your spread legs, hands wrapped around the backs of your knees.

“You know,” he says, lips curved in a teasing smile, “I had one of the best game scores while you were riding me, maybe we should make that a habit.”

You let out an embarrassed giggle and shake your head, “I definitely don’t need the guys hearing me again.”

Even as you say it though, the thought of the other guys listening sends a little thrill down your spine, your clit throbbing. Martin watches it twitch, carefully flicking his thumb over the bundle, making your back arch off the mattress.

“I think you liked that,” he rasps, “didn’t you? Liked the boys listening to your sweet little noises, knowing you were using me to get off.”

“Ngh- ah- no,” you manage to squeak out with Martin’s fingers continuing their assault on your clit.

He clicks his tongue. “No lying, miláček. Next time, you’re going to be even louder. Going to let the boys know how much pleasure you get from riding my cock.”

You grind against his hand, overwhelmed. “N-next time?”

Martin nods, free hand grasping the base of his cock, stroking himself until he’s hard. He bumps the head of his cock against your clit and you scream. “Good girl,” he murmurs, lining up at your entrance and pushing just the tip in. “Like that. You’re going to scream so they can hear you.”

You clench around the tip and he leans down to kiss you, driving his cock deeper, making you gasp into his mouth.

“But for now,” he says against your lips, “you played your little game, it’s my turn.”

[pursuitseternal]

“Melting:” a hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹, nsfw 🔥, plot advancing update for Astarion x Cordehlia in “Our Blood is Thicker”

Astarion x Cordelia (f!oc) | E | 5K of hurt/comfort smut and deals with devils

Summary: When the mysterious stranger offers admiration for one dark past and a deal for information about another’s and scars they bear, Cordehlia finds herself left with much on her mind. And only one in her party and in heart who can console her.

CW: double past trauma, double self-loathing, sex as comfort, Sneaky insinuating devils with deals to offer, smut that goes just shy of saying the L-Word.

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Chapter 8: Melting…

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Smoke clogged her throat, and Cordehlia pulled at the collar of her tunic. Trying for a single gasp of free air. Then, her feet planted on a stone floor, the scents of mouth-watering foods fit for a king wafted with every breath.

She blinked her eyes open, taking in the glowing room, the warm, dancing fire, and the mysterious host that seemed to glower happily. He scanned the whole party, those deep-set eyes sharp, exacting. As if assessing for any and every weakness. Cordehlia could feel her body wind tight, ready to pounce. There was something… infernal… she could feel it, the heat and the sting of dark and demonic magic in the air. It would be a hard battle should it come to blows, one she would rather not take head on.

Perhaps the edge of her tongue would serve as better weapon for now. “Speak, devil,” she smiled, “what is the deal you wish to offer? Or do you only offer empty words, a great deal of lies to dribble instead?”

The stranger leered, smoke wrapping around his swarthy complexion until the brown of his skin peeled away, his glowing red true form bursting forth through the cloud of smoke. “I should have known the Bone Picker would be far too clever for a successful disguise,” his black eyes gleamed in the light, “at least I hope it was enticing… arousing. I wanted to put my best forward for you, my lady.”

He flapped his great wings, the warm air rushing around as he beat them even softly. “My name, my lady, is Raphael, and I wish nothing more than to entreat with you, to offer you the chance to be freed from your little tadpole problem…” He grinned, his sharpened teeth making even the air in her lungs burn, “…for a price, of course. A fair one, for the Lady Corvus, naturally.”

Cordehlia felt a brush of a body behind her, the knowing pressure at the small of her back that she knew as well as her own self. Astarion.

“I have never been one to enter into treaties. I usually just destroyed my enemies and left their bones to bleach. Or do you not know my legacy?” she smirked, hand raising to rest on her fateful blade, her pale fingers wrapping around its sable hilt. “Perhaps I wish to keep these Ilithid powers as my own…” she tilted her head, bored, confident. “Perhaps I wish to gain a few more for myself and my companions in the process? Some demonic spells perhaps… some Infernal magic?”

The devil raised his hands, a gesture of acquiescence. “If that is your wish, but I have more to bargain than a mere offer to remove the uninvited guest in your skull.” His black gaze flickered over her shoulder, eyeing with wicked amusement at the pale face that glared at him and bared his teeth at each suggestive remark made. “Perhaps I have more to offer in aid in regards to the more-than-invited guest you take in your bed, instead, my lady….”

The devil drew a single step closer, nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply. His exhale washed over her, forceful and indulgent. “You smell of him, you know. The scent of undead on your body, and in it. It would figure the Lady Corvus would take an undead lover to her bed.” Those thick brows quirked with seductive teasing. “Already too acquainted with death, my dear.”

That hand at her back pressed just a tinge harder.

Cordehlia said nothing, only leveling her exacting gaze at the devil before her. And Raphael only grinned wider. “I’m sure you’ve seen them… touched them… licked them… those Infernal scars across your lover’s back…”

“What do you know of them?” she replied, nothing more than biting sharpness in her voice, across her face. Hiding and swallowing all that Astarion truly meant to her.

“More than you, my lady, which is enough for you to consider the fairer-than-fair deal which I will offer you soon,” he grinned, leaning just a bit closer into her face. “But I’ll save the details for another time… another reason to find myself basking in your dark legacy, my dear.”

“Your respect… your admiration for my legacy is hardly convincing. Is that all I should base my trust in you on?” she added, cocking her chin in a hint more of defiance.

“Of course not,” Raphael leered, wings tucked in tightly behind his back as he leaned to whisper right in her ear. “I have something you want. Something your lover wants almost more than your hot, dripping… well, you know.” His smirk twisted with palpable lust as he withdrew. “That should make you jump at this offer more than any admiration I may have for your beautiful, bloody legacy. Besides, you know what they say…” he flexed his massive red leathery wings. “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”

Cordehlia stiffened, those fingers pressing at her back in earnest. “Very well, devil,” she hissed, that touch lightening as her acquiescence, “I will hear your entreaty when the time is right.”

“I am all a-twitter, my lady, to even have the promise of a bargain struck with you,” the devil grinned, his scarlet hand extended in the minimal space between them. “Shall we seal such a promising beginning, Lady Corvus?” His eyes narrowed, provocative. “How about with a kiss…” he began reaching for her hand, were it hung at her side.

“Not unless you mean with the kiss of my steel, devil,” she gave a mocking laugh, that blade slipping from its scabbard with a telltale scrape.

Instantly, Raphael withdrew, sliding a step back for extra good measure. “I mean no offense, and certainly nothing more than gentlemanly intent. Besides,” he looked up over his shoulders at the vampire barings his fangs, “I do not mean to take anything that may belong to so powerful a being as your vampire lover.” Those large wings on the devils back twitched and fluttered slightly as he drew straighter. “My pale friend, you should make every effort to keep so faithful a female at your side for all eternity. She must care for you a great and mighty deal if the Bone Picker deigns to entreat with the likes of me.”

“I shall bear it in mind,” he hissed from over her shoulder. “But how do you know of my scars, devil?” That silken voice sank in the vampire’s chest, guttural and feral and filled with suspicion.

The devil flashed those pointed teeth at him. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Suffice to say I keep many fingers on many pulses as to what benefits me. Fingers, not teeth on pulses, unlike some of us…” The devil broke his stare, busying himself by examining those long, pointed nails on his hand. “Believe me when I say… I mean to keep myself on your good side, vampire.”

With that, even as Astairon inhaled to fire some jarring, sarcastic taunt in reply, smoke surrounded them all again. The world blurred, all ash and soot and darkness… until it was gone. The sun, the dirt, the clear air… they all returned to the same spot along the Risen Road.

“Uh… well,” Astarion broke the tense silence that fell around them all as they blinked in the sudden flood of daylight. “That was most curious…”

Cordehlia turned to stare incredulously at him. His face twisted with irony, his sarcastic appreciation narrowing his eyes and tweaking his smirk to one side. “Seriously?” she snipped, just a bit unamused. “We will deal with this later,” she squared her shoulders. “For now, we have to reach the Underdark before nightfall.”

“I see you avoided saying… before dark…” the vampire sniggered. “Before… under… dark…”

Karlach guffawed, elbowing the wiry, pale elf in the ribs. “Good one, fangs. You must be in a good mood. That devil seems to give you something to laugh about.”

But Cordehlia just huffed an exasperated sigh and started ahead. Smiling and shaking her red hair at the same time.

They made it… not for a lack of effort, they had found the Underdark, a way towards the answer of their tadpole’s powers. Now, they rested in the strange colored glow of fungi as it bathed them in a rainbow of softest light. Camp was made with relative confidence, magical wards already in place to keep out the strange monsters and creatures that crept in the dark.

And under it, as Astarion kept joking. He was nearly insufferable. Even Cordehlia was biting her teeth at his jibes, with every one, her mind raced over the encounter with the devil… with Raphael… she wished she could remember more of who he was, of where she may have heard or read of him and his demonic kind.

Of course, her stomach knotted, she could almost smell the memory of bloody battlefields, her skin sticking with the ghosting memories of gore. She shut her eyes tight, perched on the edge of camp to look into the strange, ethereal landscape they had found.

She hated it.

The dank, the dark, the monsters and mushrooms and crystalline caves. It felt like a prison.

It didn’t sit well with her. The devil and his offer… his knowledge of her dark and sordid past… and his clear knowledge of Astarion’s, as well. Last night, she had reclaimed her old self, the one that romped in the forest under the stars and savored her elven lover by crackling fires. But tonight? Tonight, she chewed her lips until it bled, might as well let it bleed and drip, feeling like nothing more than the monster she had been.

Bone Picker.

The title mocked her. Taking the blade from its scabbard at her hip, she looked over its shining metal, that diving crow etched just as sharply as when it was forged. No matter how many lives it took or throats it had slit….

She threw it with a grunt, letting it land into the sandy ground before her. Burying the blade point first into the ground…

Just short of a pair of legs that stopped suddenly in front of her. Ones she had not noticed, but ones she was glad had been spared her blade too.

Astarion gasped, boisterously offended. Annoyingly dramatic. “All the way out here? Playing with our own weapons alone and unaccompanied? What’s wrong with you, darling?” he almost whined. Pouting. “I thought today’s encounter was most fruitful… one more step closer to deciphering what that bastard carved into me. And we didn’t even have to ask.”

He sounded almost as if he was bragging.

“Thank goodness your reputation impresses all sorts, my love,” he crouched down beside her, his chilling touch wrapped around her chin to tilt her to meet his eyes. “But you’re not happy like I am. I thought you would be thrilled for me, for us. The sooner we know what’s on my back, the more we learn about just why Cazador wants me so badly that he sends his werewolves to track me down, not to mention that Gur Hunter, if you recall…”

But even if her face was lifted up, those sharp silver eyes remained cast away, staring at the dirt. “I am happy for you, for us.” She muttered under her breath.

But her stomach remained knotted. Cinching around the disgust and self-loathing that still came with those words. That title she never chose for herself. Monstrous. Bone. Picker.

“You may wish to work on your deception skills, Cordehlia, for they don’t work on convincing me,” he whispered. Quiet, worried, and a bit hurt.

That made her eyes dart to meet his gaze.

“Do not for a second wallow and regret your past again,” he murmured, a soft little stroke on her cheek. “If being Lady Corvus, the Bone Picker, is what gives us the answers to Cazador’s plan and these quite literally Infernal scars, then maybe you’ll see that all that darkness has served its purpose.”

She sighed. Heavy and hard. “I’m just tired,” she replied.

Astarion’s lips twitched, a rakish smirk just beginning to draw up that corner. “How tired?” he purred. “Too tired to come to our bed tonight?”

She gave a feeble smile in return.

“You will come to my bed tonight, won’t you?” he rasped, drawing his mouth against the edge of her pointed ear. “Besides, I could use your eyes to observe these scars, your hands to sketch them… and perhaps your very talented mouth to do… well, other things.”

Her smile widened.

“… after all, since I’ll have my shirt removed for your careful examination, we might as well make the most of it, don’t you agree, my love?”

Cordehlia groaned, turning her head, pressing her lips into that rakish and wicked smirk. All that darkness, that angst and pain, was dispersed like fog in the wind the moment she tasted him. He grounded her, that way he sucked her lips and tangled his tongue. He pulled her from those wisps of regret and shadows of shame, even as her body set on fire for more of him.

Always him. She would drive that shame and loathing from her body with every last fucking thrust tonight. If she had anything to say about it.

Astarion laid in the bedroll, eyes slowly shutting, head lolled in the crook of his arm as it cradled his mussy silver hair. He needed rest, needed to rejuvenate after the way she had let him do every little thing he asked of her in the privacy of his tent. But he bemoaned that closing his eyes meant he wouldn’t be able to watch that beautiful, sleeping form beside him. The way her breath slowly rattled in her throat as she laid there. The way her naked breasts looked tantalizing as her chest rose and fell.

She was… perfect. Cordehlia. He couldn’t even remember her last name. But she just felt so… right. The only one he could feel anything remotely like caring for… maybe even love for… though that was a dangerous word to use so quickly.

It didn’t scare him, however. For once, as he watched her resting body breathing, observing the rhythmic flutter of her pulse in her neck, smelled the scent of their mingled cum between her legs… it would the first time he would even contemplate the word.

Love.

But those sweet little thoughts dispersed. Suddenly, something within her shifted, he watched it happen. Her muscles clenched, her pulse racing even in her rest. That fiery red head of hers began to roll back and forth, as if she was shaking off whatever gripped her. Arm shooting wide, she knocked him fiercely, and a sound came from her mouth… chilling. A growl, a shriek. Some wild, feral noise that even made Astarion balk. She writhed and warped, eyes still shut tight. Signs he knew well from experience.

Her nightmare consuming her.

“Cordehlia,” he whispered, a hand on her shoulder and he leaned above her. “Wake up,” he spoke louder as she still just shook. “Just a dream, darling…”

Her own grip sealed around his wrist, her arm yanking his touch off of her, sending his body crashing down onto hers. She huffed through wet, clenched teeth. Those silver eyes flashing open and narrowed at him, unseeing, unfocused and filled with purest rage.

Until she blinked. Her body went limp beneath him, her face reddening with shame as she turned away, releasing his wrist and trying to roll her back to him.

Hiding.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, letting her turn away from him, sliding to remove any distance as he pulled himself flush against her back. “If anyone knows about just how real dreams might seem, it’s me, my love.”

She shook again. Small, almost imperceptible. But he noticed everything about her body. Always.

“The darkness may give us power… ambition… perspective… but it leaves its scars,” he added, carefully wrapping his arm around her. Slowly, he moved, letting his skin slide gently, hesitantly, watching if it was too much too soon for her to handle.

But she let him, her body relaxing the more he caressed and held. Until she shook again, this time, a sob escaping from her throat.

“Oh,” he cooed softly, pulling her shoulders even tighter into his body. “Oh, my darling, it’s alright, you are here, not fighting…” his lips were caressing her neck, comforting her soul. “You’re not covered in blood, but you might be covered in… other fluids, my love.”

Her sob shook to a wet-throated laugh. “Are you asking if you should add to them?” she sniffled.

“I mean… I never say no to you, darling,” he smiled as she rolled in his arms. “But perhaps,” he raised his brows, the soft brush of his hands stroking over the muscles of her back, “perhaps you should rest your body. After all that transpired today, I’ll allow it.”

For as mirthful and charming as his smile was, her face darkened, her stomach almost tangibly sinking as he held her tenderly.

“What was it…” he whispered, so hushed he almost dared not to ask, “what did the devil say that made you feel so… vulnerable, so unsure?”

“It’s not the promise of aid, or the allure of knowing what your scars mean,” she half-snipped in reply, her body tensing again. “Don’t you worry, love.”

He tilted his head at her bitterness. Eyes scanned her face, as if he could read what swirled and tortured beneath.

“Then what was your dream about?” he pushed, still soft and quiet.

Cordehlia averted her eyes again, busying their stare with the smooth, pearlescent span of his chest instead as she swallowed. “Bone Picker,” she finally replied through clenching teeth.

Astarion bit his lip, waiting.

At last, after a few more shaking breaths, she found her voice again. “I chose to be Lady Corvus, I chose to be the harbinger of death in defense of our kind… but… then… one battle, it all changed.”

Her eyes shut, her face burying into the crook of his neck, her breath quick and wet on his skin.

“All I saw was red… blood everywhere… our enemies, those who would deny us a home… they all laid at my feet. Every single one, dead. Not one remained to bury their dead… so they all were left to rot… to let the carrion pick their bones clean until they bleached in the sun.” Then, she fell silent, face pressing all the harder into the unyielding lines of his chest. “And from then on, children told stories and sang songs of how the Bone Picker would come for them… me.”

“You lost control,” Astarion whispered into the top of her head, “and it frightened you.” His hand stroked into that tousled mop of hair. “Tell your vampire lover all about it,” he gave a quiet giggle. “If you’re searching for someone who knows how it feels to lose control, or to long to lose control, then search no more, my love.”

She stilled in his comforting embrace. So still, he doubted she even breathed.

“You don’t have to be what others call you, be fierce and powerful and deadly to enemies who threaten you, but that doesn’t make you a monster, my darling.”

Still, she didn’t move. Maybe breathing.

“I… I might be a spawn, I might have lost the ownership of my body, been robbed of my freedom to choose for myself… but I will be no one’s slave. No one will call me that. Just as you need not be anyone’s Bone Picker…” he hesitated, softening his voice, trying to sweeten the words that made her shudder and writhe.

Subtly, she melted again, raising her damp cheek from his body to meet his worried gaze. Her lips twitched, uncertain, as if she didn’t know if she should speak with that mouth or kiss with it.

After another breath, she chose the latter, a soft little peck on his lips, a single one of her hands braced against his cheek. “Thank you,” she replied, tear-streaked in tone.

“Would it make you feel better if…”

“Yes,” she interjected, her hands already sweeping down that ridged plan of his stomach, gripping to the bony curves of his hips. Pulling him to roll and cover her with that comforting, if cold, weight of his body.

“…I was going to say, if I had a certain bone that I would love for you to do so much more than pick…”

She burst a single laugh, raising her hips to press against his, to drag her belly and mound over where she felt him already growing harder than bone between his legs. “You cheeky, witty…”

“Most people end such a phrase by calling me a bastard…” he giggled, high pitched, if quiet.

“I was going to say flirt,” she laughed. Music to his pointed ears.

“Oh, my love, I think flirtation ends the moment I thrust my cock inside you,” he grinded against her flesh, so warm even from the outside. Instantly, he could feel all the blood inside him rushing and pooling and throbbing with even more need stoked by this she-elf. By his lover. “Just in case anyone is a stickler for details…”

She simpered up at him, those shining silver eyes locked into his own, brimming with so much unspoken emotion… a veil to thoughts he wished he could read, memories he wished he could share again. But for now, he could offer her comfort, even if it was drawn from his own torture and given by his own body. It was less than she deserved, he thought.

Cordehlia arched beneath him, the air around them so still, so quiet in this darkness, in the safety of their camp and the shelter of his tent. But nothing calmed her, soothed her, flamed her with life more than the press and comforting embrace of him.

Astarion wrapped his arms round her back, his knee bracing in the crux of hers. And then he pushed, spreading her, grinding slightly until she moaned and arched and shivered. “What do you need me to do, Cordehlia?” his voice caressed her ear, warming the numbness in her belly.

“Just… love me…” she swallowed, “I mean, make love to me…”

He paused, trying to hide the way the words made his heart leap, dead as it was, it still ached to hear it.

“You deserve everything you ask for,” he purred, that cascade of pure seduction dripping in his voice, that smirk of charm twisting his breathtaking features. “After all, you didn’t hesitate to entreat with a devil that offended you…” his eyes narrowed, fangs bared at the memory, “…and who made far too many suggestive advances for my liking… although,” he huffed a bit comically, “I can’t condemn his tastes.”

“You’re the only one who I’ll let get a taste for me, my love,” her voice rang with her desire. At last. Again. Even as those shades of her past still danced behind the bright flecks in her silver eyes.

“Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively, approvingly. “Let’s keep it that way, my darling…” his lips hovered over where hers waited, and she couldn’t resist them any longer. That taste, that new scent she craved, she wanted to drown her loathing in it, silence that drumbeat of shame with the beating of him inside her again, and again, and again. “What do you want me to do?” he rasped once more, the words flowing between their sucking lips.

“Comfort me, numb me…” she spoke likewise, her hands bracing at the back of his neck to keep him joined to her. “Drown that shame of mine with how you pleasure me…” Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his chest, wrapping her trembling thighs around his waist. “I want to feel like I never lost you. I want you to fuck me like you never forgot me, more than anything.”

“I will endeavor to please,” he purred, his mouth breaking from hers, trailing little nips and kisses down her neck to the rise of her collarbone, until at last he crept over her panting belly. Nestled between those thighs, he gripped the back of her legs, shoving himself until they draped down his back. His fangs skated over her inner thighs, and she gasped at the light scratch. That wet lap of his tongue ran towards her mound, his fingers already parting her, preparing the feast she offered.

She squirmed, that rush of her heart, that throb of her body, it melted so quickly from loathing to lust, from pain to pleasure. It was easy with him. Instinct driving her. Decades of history, countless times of enjoying one another, souls and minds and bodies.

And hearts.

With his tongue sucking her clit, his fingers crooking and dragging in her channel, it was so much easier to just feel. Not to think. Not to remember or be lost to the pain. Gods, that hot wave swirled and pooled and sloshed inside her with every touch. He drove her, numbed her, until her hands fisted in his hair and her hips rode the rhythm he played as he sucked her clean of every drop of arousal.

Until she shook and shattered and squirted more than he could lick with one stroke of that skilled tongue.

Astarion raised himself, grinning so arrogantly as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. And as she panted in the warm peace of her orgasm, she could see his lips shifting, pursing. As if he wanted to let some words free, but his hesitation won in the end. With that feral leering, his tongue brushing over the point of his fangs, he descended. His mouth crushed her lips, sucking and gnawing until she lost her breath and stars covered her sight. He thrust inside her so quickly, sheathing up to the hilt until his balls pressed and slapped against her with every pummeling slide.

And Cordehlia took it all, a glutton for him, for every place his body touched her, for every breath that deafened her ear and every jab of his tongue over her teeth until it tangled with her own. Addicted, devoured, she lost all emotion other than what it meant to be in his arms. Here. And now. Her hips rode his every spearing thrust, her ass shoved higher as his legs braced against it. Eyes shut tight, she let herself tumble into oblivion, held only on this realm by his taste in her mouth and the sweat-covered slide of his muscles over her belly.

“Gods…” she panted, her arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders, her fingers finding purchase in those scars she had sketched and examined and willingly cut deals over in order to free him from his own dark past. From whatever hold still remained on Astarion.

“Yes,” his voice scratched in his throat as he replied, breathless, “Gods, Cordehlia… so good… my darling… my lover…”

He groaned, closing in on his climax, she could tell. And that way that he abandoned all control, lost in the climb to pleasure, the way he fucked her without another thought in his head than filling her with his cum… it crashed into her. He took her with him, tumbling and panting and sweating as they both cried out. As spasm after spasm washed through both their bodies, separately and all at once, making Cordehlia whimper.

So wet and warm and filled. Her arms clutched around the back of his head, keeping his mouth filling her ear with every whistling breath and gutteral noise he made. “I… love…”

His lips kissed her neck, the smallest tip of his tongue tracing over the grooves of his bites. “Yes?” he whispered. And she felt it, his cock twitching again within her. A final pulse and push of his seed to drip down her thighs later.

“I love… this,” she sighed. A few more heavy breaths fighting for air beneath his weight, and she soon went limp. Totally comforted. Completely pleasured. She mewled as he ran his fangs over her neck.

“You know,,” he whispered between presses of his lips, “I haven’t had much to savor, to enjoy and remember over the centuries, but…”

Lifting his head, he met her longing gaze. She wanted more, not of his cock, not his body. She wanted him… all of him.

“…but I’m glad I decided to threaten you… to hold a blade to your neck….” He gave a little slide of his cock, even as it softened again. “Darling… I love…this… too.”

Every part of her body melted, molding to him as his lips trailed the sucking, bruising, cold caress of his lips on her neck again. She could let go of that sting of a simple name… a title… if it meant she could free him.

Shuffled off from covering her, Astarion laid at her side as she slept again, the pull of his long-needed rest taking him under. He hoped he would dream of her again… that they could avoid another bout of nightmares needing comforting. That those sharp and painful memories of Cazador’s knife, of the tortures in the kennels, and the slime of his own self-loathing could remain at bay.

Just for tonight, he clung to the hope of having his Infernal scars translated, the hope of identifying its true nature so they could stop its effect and just kill the bastard.

But those were not the only words the devil hissed that needled his mind.

You should make every effort to keep so faithful a female at your side for all eternity…

He clung a little harder to her then, the darkness of his rest closing in on him. He gave in, ignoring the sting of realizing that he stared down an immortal life.

And Cordehlia, she did not.

[blackberryshortcake]

The Witches Wrath

(Pt.3)

Sorry this part took so long T-T hope y’all like it

Pt 1. Pt 2.

Blinking the haze from the eyes I come to realize two things, one I was not in fact in my guest room and two it was very much a new day outside. The memories for last nights fight came flooding back to me and that this was in fact Sebastian room. The room was bare simply in design a closet a desk and a bed. Throwing the covers off I swing my feet over the side of the bed. Nauseated by the sudden motion. This was going to be the hangover of the century. Deciding rather than sulk I should stand up and at least try and look presentable. There was a dress splayed out at the end of the bed. Simple, black and made from what I assume was cotton not like the dress I was forced into the other day. As well as a pair of shoes simple flats that certainly looked outdated in comparison to their modern counterparts. To be completely honest I’m better off wearing this funeral fit than the my current grass stained and muddy clothes but it still doesn’t change the fact that it looks like something you’d bury your great grandmother in. Normal I could just snap my fingers and boom I’ve changed clothes but ah lass I cannot so grandma clothes here I come. I come to stand in from of the mirror just above the small dresser. By the gods I look like a mess. My heads pounding my hair is less than desirable and I look like I got hit by and 18 wheeler or a double wide hauling 2 tons of cattle. Gods I need a cigarette. I searched and searched for the pack of newports I had in sweatshirt pocket but they’re gone all that’s left is that half dead menthol vuse that was in my pants pocket. Guess we’re going new school today. I bet that checky fucker hide them along with my lighter. Deciding rather than sulk I’ll stuff the vape in my bra and head out of the room towards the kitchen. The most reasonable place for a butler to be at one in the afternoon.

After checking the kitchen and pretty much all of the servants wing he was no where to be found neither were any of the other employees of this rat hole. I solemnly determined I was abandoned left behind. Like when your mom goes to Walmart without you and when you ask her why she says you were sleeping but clearly expressed to her before your nap you wanted to go.

Rather than waste the day away I figured might as well be productive and see if maybe just maybe this place had a small library and lo and behold it did. Although not any were near the library of Alexandria I could make do. The boy surprisingly had plenty of books on the occult and witchcraft but who can be surprised when he is literally contracted to a demon. I was torn off the page I was reading in a small corner of the room by the door opening and closing. Two sets of footsteps echoed off the high ceiling just based on the sound I could tell it was Ciel and Sebastian making their entrance. Decided rather than move I stayed in the chair seemingly unbothered by their entrance.

They come to stand in front of me. Ciel in front and Sebastian not too far behind.

I flick my eyes up from the book

“Can I help you?”

Ciel spoke first “I believe you can, the queen has enlisted us to hunt down what is belived to be a witch plaguing London. Their has been a series of ritualistic murders in the Chelsea district of London.”

He cannot be fucking seriously.

“Are you shitting my dick?” He face remains stock simply waiting for you to go on.

You rose from your seat. “So you want me a women who was burned at the stake and accused of witchcraft to help you a privlaged little shit who thinks the world owes him hunt a witch!”

“Per our agreement you must help me.”

“Absolutely not I said I’d protect you not go on a witch hunt! You are probably the most inconsiderate asshole I’ve ever met. I apologize for looking into your past and in restitution I told you mine but there is no way in all the seven rings of hell I will help you hunt a witch.” You could feel it the power radiating off your hands. The green glow the room took on and the shadow cast on the ground by Sebastian coming to stand in between you and Ciel. You could feel the fiery hot rage pumping through your veins and the hand that came to rest around your throat forcing you to look into his eyes. The ones that shown fusica the ones that never change no matter what his face looks like.

“Breath” In all my years of living I really never get that mad I can usually control my “childish anger” as he calls it but there something about this fucking kid that really pushed my buttons. I go to shove his hand off but it only tighted

“Breath before you are no longer able to”

He looked at me the way a parent scolds their child for throwing a temper tantrum in the store.

“ F-fine” his grip loosed and his hand slide from your throat to your shoulder

“My dear, my young lord is simply asking you to help us identify some of the markings the witch left behind. You always were more inclined to such work.”

You stare at the ground no longer forced to hold his gaze. “Is it satanic?”

“I do not believe so, if it is it’s modern not authentic. I however believe it is Hellenic in origin.”

“I guess I can help but never ask me again.”

“Very well, shall we go?” His body turned gesturing to the door.

“Go where?”

“To the scene of the crime of course.”

Now seriously couldn’t he have waited till I don’t now any time but right now. Ciels walks out first clearly perturbd your outburst and Sebastian flows behind a hand on your lower back as he does so.

This was gonna be a loooooonnng day.

………………

One very akward carafe ride later and we arrive just outside a small townhouse. It looked rundown and very old. Sebastian stepped out first then ciel and then me. He offered me a hand down and the words

“My dear?”

“Stop calling me that we sounds like an old married couple.”

“I apologize, my dear” why does he always have to be so condescending.

As you walk up the stairs to the rickety old townhouse you feel as though they might give way beneath you. You did happen to notice a clear lack of police tape or an officer of any kind guarding the door if an apparent crime scene. After entering the smell of blood was 10 times mor pungent inside that out. You follow up the stair to a small bedroom.

By Gods it smelt bad.

Every wall was covered by symbols and although there was no body left behind the large pool of blood inside the salt circle was apparent. An alter stood at the head of the room. Taking care in where you stepped you come to stand in front of it. A seraded knife lay on the alter as well as a bowl made of bronze full of at least a 2 day old blood. Other small nicknacks scattered the top of the alter, offerings most likely but the most prominent figure was a small statue made of wood staring at this figure the realization dawned on you. The room was silent. The earl and his butler simply stood in the doorway as you inspected the room.

You spoke “it’s definitely not satanic but it’s not Hellenic either.”

Ciel was the first to respond “what lead you to conclusion?”

Rather than give away your tell you continue. “We’ll first of all lots of religions use symbols but hellenic Greece wasn’t one of them, and second the Hellenic world wasn’t big on human sacrifice.” Turning to face him he looks bored like he’s already a few steps ahead but can’t tell. “But whoever did this clearly was aiming for the attention of not a certain god but a certain someone I’d say.”

“And who might that be?” Sebastian was still silent looming over Ciels shoulder simply watching. Glancing at the symbols once more you finally spoke once more. “Theyre scarficing in hopes of getting my attention.”

“Your attention, and how could that possibly be?” Ciel laughed out his response. Before you could respond Sebastian finally stepped forward.

“My lord if I may (y/n) here became a deity of some sorts to those accused of witchcraft over time. A witch that cursed the land and the people who stole it. The witch who could not be burned I believe is the title they bestowed upon her.”

“Thanks for the exposition Sebastian” sarcasm laced in every word you spoke.

“Let me get this straight this is the second human sacrifice we’ve discovered so far and it’s all thanks to you.” Ciell didn’t know wether be disgusted or impressed.

“To be clear I have never once asked for a human sacrifice on anyone who made a deal with me. I’m not exactly sure what prompted this but whoever did this is dangerous more dangerous than me or him.” You say gesturing to Sebastian.

“More dangerous than two demons?” Ciels response was cocky his way of sayingI have to demons under my command and no one can stop me.

“Demons do not go around killing for the sake of fun contrary to popular belief. There are rule at play that we all must follow. Those rules don’t apply to human. You of all people should know what humans are capable of.”

He simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest “ and how do you propose we find this witch”

“My best guess check local apothecary’s and herbalist shops. There’s what looks like the leftover blossoms of detura in the alter bowl and that really only can be cultivated in north and South America.”

“How exactly is a herboligist going to help”

“Detura is a highly dangerous nightshade meant to represent demons and nightfall buuuuttt the kicker is it can only be harvested natively in souther parts of the North American continent. It’s very poisoness and very hard to cultivate. However the plant is a well known hallucigen with the right amount of it I bet you your Witch drugged the victim as well that probably why no one reported a disturbance since if the victim was to high to scream no one would have noticed.” Ciel didn’t respond right away rather content on thinking the whole crime scene through.

It’s such a waste to see a human life taken so early they didn’t tell me wether the victim was male or femal but by the smell of the blood it was a young women in her late teens. Taken to soon by a power hungry witch looking to score a deal.

Ciels voice cut through the air breaking the papble silence

“Sebastian, how many apothecary’s and herbalist shops are there in the radius of the two murders.”

“There are percicly two apothecary’s and one herbologist with radius of the two murders, my lord”

“I’d start there if I were you as well as confirm if the victims actually have the drug in their system. The only thing I just don’t understand is why is there so much blood”

“ I believe the victims throats where cut”

“No shit Sherlock but this knife clearly isn’t the murder weapon” you say as you gesture to the one on the alter

“ and what exactly leads you to believe that”

“Although it might have blood on it it’s steraded whatever was used was sharp and I mean very sharp although a seraded knife has just the same effect one with a plain sharp edge is gonna cause more damage, a seraded knife would have left blood all over the wall and who ever did this.”

Before responding Ciel sighed knowing this conversation meant a trip to the one person he always dreaded collecting information from. He pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed by the notion before speaking.

“I suppose this means we must pay the undertaker a visit.”

“Indeed my lord”

“Does this mean we have to get back in that carriage cause I think im gonna vomit if i have to ride in one of those again” Sebastian merely chuckled but Ciel had a genuine curriostity in his eyes.

“How do people get around without carriages where you’re from?”

“They have cars and buses and bikes, that are not made out of ply wood from Home Depot.” Although slightly perplexed by your vernacular Ciel got the idea.

“Are you implying that everyone has an automobile in the future?”

“Well I mean not everyone has one but most people do, shit you can get a hunker junker that just barely runs off facebook market place for like a few hundred bucks. And yeah I know like a few hundred dollars is quite a lot now but trust me in the future that ain’t shit.” He simply stared at you like you were speaking an entirely diffrent language but deep down you knew he probably understood what you just said.

“Yeah inflations a bitch” before he could respond Sebastian cleared his throat and directed you out of the bloodstained room and out of the rundown town house. Climbing back in the carriage for a short ride down the street and around the corner to and even more rundown building with a large sign out front marked UNDERTAKER.

I seriously don’t remember all of London looking so old and run down.

Existing the carriage once more Sebastian hold the door open for both you and Ciel to enter the rickety crack shack this place seemed to be. A small set of bells jiggled on the door to alert when someone has entered the shop. Immediately upon entering you noticed a certain air about the place not just the putridee smell of fermedihyde but the power radiating off one of the coffins and the uneasy it brought about. Your stomach churned in a way unfamiliar to you in ages. A sort of fear, surely Sebastian felt it to yet he remained unfazed.

Ciel called out “Undertaker are about?” A chuckle came from one of the coffins before the lid slide open to reveale what one might assume was an older gentleman although his suspiciously unwrinkled skin and long hair told you otherwise

“I thought I might be due for a visit with you my lord”

“Enough games do you have any useful informations regarding the two bodies of the young women murdered this past week”

Straight to the point I see

The undertaker chuckled once more “Surely you know the price of such precious information my lord.” with every word he spoke your stomach jumped

There is seriously something wrong with this dude

Ciel rolled his eyes “two women are dead and you still insist on seeking form of payment in cheep laughs, Sebastian?”

“My lord I implore you and miss (y/n) to step outside for a moment” Ciel turned to leave but not before the undertaker stepped fully out of the coffin and spoke once more

“No I want one from her” his long black fingernails pointed at you. He was practically frothing at the mouth with anticipation.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yes you deary surely you know a good laugh.” Sebastian stepped in between you to before he could make anymore advances.

“I apolgize but she simply isn’t the comical type” in attempt to stay “proper” while out and about in public with the earl you had reframed from swearing to offensively but throwing caution to the wind with this one you respond.

“The fuck Im not” In an instant your outburst had the undertaker giggling like a school girl. “Correct me if Im wrong but you’re the one who’s had a stick up your tight ass since I got here plus let’s be honest Sebastian you’ve never really been the stand up type. I don’t even thing you could squeeze a laugh out of that tight ass cunt of yours if you tried. I happen to thing im the funniest mother fucker in this whole damn city” With every word the Undertakers laughed grew and grew to the point you thought you might go deaf. Sending Sebastian a wink at the end of your little rant resulted in nothing but death glares from him and a mortified stare from Ciel. After nearly keeling over in cardiac arrest the undertakers laughed died down and he seemed ready to talk.

“You’ve got yourself quite the comedian there Sebastian, be sure not lose her.” The undertakers deemner seemed to change from one of foolishness to that of stone cold seriousness. “So you wanna know about the girls eh? They both came to me in quite rough shape but I stitched them up real good” before Ciel could speak up you stepped in

“Was the slices in their throats clean”

“Oh yes quite if I do say so myself. Any deeper and their heads would have come right off.” He made a gesture to his neck as he did so.

“Did you happen to look at the contents of their stomach during the autopsy’s?”

“You seem to know your stuff deary, You lookin for something in particular”

“Yes, did you happen to notice any half digested plant based matueral like a flower of some sorts”

“I did notice an odd white flower in both of their stomachs” his answer was short as he thought about it more and more.

“Can you resonably asume a cause of death”

“If it were me id say it was the big slathes in their throats,hehehehe” the smile crept back onto his face.

There is no way this freak was human

You turn to Ciel to see if he had any other questions for the mad man but he simply thanked him and we were on our way. The carriage ride back to the manor was near dead silent Sebastian had taken off to interview the shops and hopefully find a description of our suspect.

Ciel spoke breaking the nauseating awkward silence.

“Do you truly believe that the one sacrificing these girls is doing it to gain your attention.” He sounded skeptical.

“I’d like to say no, but the answer unfortunately was yes.”

“And what exactly lead you to this conclusion.”

“Back in the day when “witches” were more or less hunted for sport in America I became some what of a legend. I would make deals with certain people I’d give them power in exchange for something. I assume that’s what this ding bat is trying to do but clearly they just can’t get it right.”

“So she is going about killing innocent girls for nothing”

“Basically, never once has a spell designed to summon me ever required a human sacrifice I mean that’s like down right barbaric.”

He ignored you sentiment.

“What exactly did you take on exachage for power.”

“I wanted access to their minds. Yah know poke around see what happening in there.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah usually I loved seeing what made people tick.”

“Surely you did more than poke around in there.”

“Oh I mean I definitely took more but to quite honest that’s not your concern”

“I beg to differ you did poke around in my head, without my permission I might add.” Irritation crept into his voice.

“That’s how the game works, it’s not my fault you don’t know the rules.”

“How was I supposed to know the rules.”

“Honey listen I’m literally a being that is designed to create chaos across the universe why would I tell you the rules for a game you didn’t know you were playing. If anything Sebastian should have warned you.”

He muttered under his breath something about curse that blasted demon. Yet he gave no response.

“It’s sad yah know, what happened to you.”

“I do not need pity from a bloody demon of all things.”

“Ouch and I just can’t help but think how you may have turned out if you got me instead of him.” You through a finger behind you to gesture losing to the direction you left Sebastian.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He was seething.

“We’ll first things first I wouldn’t have taken your soul I have no interest in dealing souls, and honestly I wouldn’t have even charged you for my services I can’t stand those who take advantage of other especially children.”

“Good to know, I’ll have to remember that for next time.” His sarcastic response hurt but you understood where he was coming from.

“He cares yah know, about you”

“Demons don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

“And who told you that?”

“Sebastian.”

“They’re complex creatures it’s not as simple as caring and not caring. Think of them as apex carnivore if you will. They fill the simple nich of population control but they still care about the ones close to them.”

His eyes drift from the window to you lazily. “Do you honestly believe that.”

“Do you honestly believe that you deserved what happened to you simply because you’re born of nobility” the question hit him like a dagger through the heart. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. He looked down at the ground before speaking once more.

“I believe I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, The Queen’s Guard Dog my purpose is to follow her orders and nothing more.”

“Ciel do you seriously have your head so far up your ass that heel to a monarch that cares nothing for you. A monarch that stands for centuries of corruption, salvery, colonialism. A monarch that sees you as just another one of her pawns in big imperialistic society. Don’t let her turn you into some noble pig.”

He was silent still looking out the window mulling over your words.

“It’s just a thought but you can be your own person.”

Choosing to bypass your slander towards the British government he moved on.

“You’re living in your parents shadow. You don’t have to be what your father was. You don’t have to….” You trailed off debating if starting this argument was even worth it but your conscience got the better of you.

Sebastian gonna kill me for this one.

“I don’t have to what?” His words were pointed like he was ready to hit you over the head with that cane no matter your answer.

“You don’t have to avenge them. Sometimes the dead are better off dead and more blood shed is never the answer.”

Your eyes met and you saw a fire a fire you’d only ever saw in Sebastian when he is really really mad at you.

“It is my duty to avenge them my responsibility and I will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. Do you understand witch” his words stuck deep in your gut. Your eyes changed in an instant and the carriage lurched forward to a stop. You threw the door open and before anything rash could happen you saw Sebastian waiting exspectantly by the front door.

“Get your fucking kid under control.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You turn to Ciel “tell him what you just called me.” Ciel was silent his blue eyes shown with pride. “A witch” you reeled your hand back to teach the kid a lesson but Sebastian grabbed your arm before you could do so.

“Im gonna burn you at the stake and see how you feel about it 3 centuries later.” You yanked your arm from Sebastian’s grasp before taking off down the rode you just came from.

“And where exactly are you going?” Sebastian called.

“Out I’m going out!” Pulling the vape from you bra you pulled a big hit and blew it in their direction and ended that sign off with two middle fingers held high.

So here you found yourself in a filthy pub drinking beer that’s somehow weak but also shitty.

“What’s a lady like you doing in a place like this.” You look up to be met with a head full of fire engine red hair that practically touched the floor and sharp green eyes slightly hidden behind square cut glasses.

“What’s it to you”

“Well women to women it’s not often you find pretty faces in such a dingy establishment.”

“Okay we’ll then women to women what exactly are you doing in this fine establishment.”

“Oh yah know this and that. To be completely frank dear I’m here on overtime.”

“Overtime you say and what is it exactly that you do.”

“Knows where’s the fun if I just tell you.” Her voice was full of curiosity like crow presented with a new puzzle. She formally introduced her self as Grell Stucliff and right off the bat you knew what she was that didn’t stop you from conversing from her though.

“So tell me Grell if you’re supposed to be out their collecting souls what are you doing in here.”

“Well they’re a tiny detail I’ve neglected to mention.” She fiddled with hands refusing eye contact.

“And what’s that sugar.” She was different than most you’ve met in a while. Not afraid of exspressing herself. She didn’t hid behind stock exspressions or social norms as many did of this time.

“I was sort of sent here looking for you.”

“Me?” You said and you crossed your legs and leaned forward to look her in the eyes.

“Yes well the administration had informed me of a demon who seamed to be messing with the timeline.”

“The timeline? Did little ol me cause y’all some trouble” although your voice seemed ingenue you knew messing with timelines was a big no no so big in fact you could be exacuted over it. She seemed to snap out of her nervous behavior to something more relaxed.

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal anyways. They’re always fussing over this and that these days. Tell me you’re a demon right.”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

“You would happen to know another demon names Sebastian would you.”

Desciding to play a game you tapped your chin and pretending to think

“Hmmm? Sebastian you said?”

“Oh yes Bassy has the most beautiful amber eyes, and gorgeous raven hair OH and theirs that little brat that always follows him around.”

“OH that Sebastian, yeah I know him.”

“Does he ever talk about me.” She brought ther thumb to her lips in a coy manor.

“Hmm I don’t think he’s ever mentioned a lovely lady like you. But then again who actually listens to what he has to say.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall realizing the time. Although you couldn’t hear it with all the noise in the room you felt Sebastian pull the door open to the pub and make a b-line towards where you and grell had situated in the back booth.

He came to stand right in front of your table wordlessly observing the two of you. Grell had yet to take notice of him to imfuated with the story she was telling you. You sat cross legged one arm over the back of the booth practically around grell she took no mind though. She followed your gaze to the demon infront of you.

“Oh bassy fancy seeing you in place like this.”

“I’ve come to collect (y/n).”

Grell leaned back in her seat and into your side where your hand went to wrap around her shoulder she was slouched slightly since she was quite a bit taller than you.

“No I think I’m good right here.”

“Do not be a fool we are leaving.” Sebastian seemed mad, Ciel must have told him what you said in the carriage that or suddenly he can read minds.

“You heard what the lady said she’s not leaving” Grells voice filled the crowded space. On a normal day she might have been needlessly flirting with Sebastian. However today the girl code called for her to not leave her new friends side.

“I do not believe I was addressing you Mr.Sutcliff.” You turned you head to look at Grell she had a sort of sadness in her eyes when Sebastian addressed her as Mr. In the few short hours you spent here talking with her you learned a thing or two. Firstly her favorite color was red, she was the only lady grim reaper and lastly, she 100% identified as a women. Even though you were at least attempting to repair your relationship with him you to have always been hot and cold rather than one or the other so you chose to fight.

“I’m not going ANYWHERE until you apologize to her.”

Sebastian face contorted into one of disgust and confusion.

“I’m sorry whatever do you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“On the contrary I do not.”

“Ms.Sutcliff, not Mr.Stucliff” if you hadn’t been glaring daggers into Sebastian you may just have missed the stars in Grells eyes.

Sebastian sighed before pinching the bridge if his nose and speaking “I don’t apologize Ms.Sutcliff”

“See was that so hard.”

Pulling your arm out from behind Grell you turned to her as you stand.

“We’ll see yah around sugar let me know if you need a partner in crime. You know where I’m staying.” And with a wink you and Sebastian were off. Grell sat there stunned before a certain two toned hair reaper entered the pub looking for her.

………………

Back at the manor Sebastian lead you into Ciels study.

“I see you’re back from galvanting about, while you were off pouting we have compromised a short list of suspects and we were wondering if you could identify any of these names.” You snatched the paper out of his hand and took a look. Only a short list of 5 names was there and none stood out except for one.

How is that possible?

Your eyes widened in realization.

“Sterling Pines”

“Does that name ring a bell” ciel asked

“Yeah sorta but only the last name. I think I honestly know her descendants and that would mean that family has a long line of messing with things that shouldn’t be messed with.”

Ciel reached down and pulled out a file from the stack on the desk.

“Sterling Pines seems to have immigrated here from America of all places. She is 29 years old has a husband and son she left behind in America.” Ciel looked at you excpetantly.

“Knowing her descendants and let’s just say they have a history of messing with dream demons, she definitely not an actual witch.”

“So just a human prentending they are something they are not.”

“Yeah seems like there are a lot of those around here.” Sebastian hand fell on your shoulder squeezing to say watch it.

“So how exactly do you know her descendants?” He questioned leaning forward in his desk chair to rest his embows on the desk.

“That’s doesn’t matter what matters is we have her name so that means we can find her.”

“And how exactly do you propose we do that? It’s not like I can send Sebastian out to search the entire city” you smile turning to Sebastian with a glint of mischief in your eye.

“I think I know someone. You don’t happen to have one of those ancient telephones do you. I happen to have her number.” Grell had given you her number at the bar partly in hopes of seeing Sebastian again and also just because she’s taken a liking to you. Sebastian lead you out the office to the phone.

“I do hope you don’t plan to call that reaper he can be quite a nuisance.”

“I happen to think SHE is wonderful.”

Rubbing your first finger and thumb together you produced a spark and touched the telephone wire. Come on did you really think a regular old telephone could reach a reaper. The phone rang twice before

“Hello” was heard.

“Grell? Hey sugar it’s me I was just wondering if you could do me a little favor.” Your eyes meet Sebastian’s his was clearly annoyed by the thought of even consulting a reaper.

“Well I suppose that depends on what that favor is.”

“I just need help finding someone and you reapers are quite good at that aren’t you?”

“Well of course we’re deadly efficient” you could practically hear her posing over the phone. “Who might you be looking for exactly?”

“Oh just some wanna be named Sterling Pines. Does the name ring a bell?”

“It does I believe I collected her last victim just the other night, oh that girl was such a pretty young thing even more beautiful painted in all that red.”

“Oh really would you be able to tell us where Sterling is hauled up right now.”

You could hear papers rustling over the phone as feel searched for the info.

“Unfortunately not dear, it seems she somehow able to avoid even us. It seems we don’t even have record of her here.”

“Damn well thanks for the help”

Sebastian’s eye twitched as rather than hang up the phone you stood against the wall and started to gab on and on with Grell about this and that. It only went on for so long before he reached up and held down the button on the reserver severing the connection.

“Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation yah know!”

He smiled “and now it over.”

“When you took that kid on as your latest passion project did he also provide the stick up your ass every morning or did you take that upon yourself.”

His smile faultered and his eyes became slits.

“You have quite the mouth on you these days”

“”You have quite the mouth on you these days” you mocked “and just when I thought we’re bonding your a tight ass and I HAVE a tight ass”

“You are going to have to have some serious retraining if you continue to act in such a manor”

“Retraining what are you gonna do spank me? Your so full of it and just when I thought you cared”

“I suppose if that’s what’s required”

“Good god you are SO full of it”

“God is not here my dear”

“Yeah yeah whatever. I guess we’re gonna have to find this witchy bitch the good old fashioned way.”

“And what do you suppose that is”

“magic”

[sadboyeddie]

Some Like It Violent

October 17th: Blood + Knifeplay

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Steve and Eddie prove that you belong to them

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, non-con, violence, dub-con?, dark!steve, dark!eddie, Stockholm syndrome, blood, gore, mutilation

A/N: This one gets dark my loves, please heed the warnings, blood play and mutilation is marked by ‘⇨ 🩸 ⇦’

This is Part 2 of ‘Things That Go Bump In The Night’

Part 3 Here

4.8k Words

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You sit on your “bed” in the small, cement room. It was cold but they gave you lots of blankets.

The cellar was big enough to fit a double bed, a small tv and a dresser but not much else, there is a walk in storage closet that’s closed tight with several different locks, you have a bit of room to walk to the partially closed off bathroom but other then that it’s pretty cramped.

Not the you minded the size, it was how impersonal it was, there was no posters on the wall, no pictures or any of your things. Steve promised once you’ve proven to been good you’ll start to receive your stuff in small doses.

You have no idea how long you’ve been stuck down here, there’s no clocks on the wall and they took your watch. You tell time mostly by their food schedule, three meals a day.

Your wrist has healed and the bruising and swelling in certain areas of your body has lessened since that night.

That horrible night that everything changed.

Two men who you trusted more then anything, loved more then anything had turned around and hurt you in such a horrible way.

You sit on the bed and absentmindedly rub over the tender wounds on your stomach, they’ve closed over but they’re still red and raised. You stand and walk to the mirror in the bathroom, it sits behind a thick layer of hard plastic so you can’t smash it, you raise your shirt and trace the new formed scars with your eyes.

On one hip in a messy scrawl is the initials E.M that has been carved into your skin, and on the other hip is a slightly neater set of initials, S.H.

-x-

When you woke on the first day it was to a cold, empty room. Your entire body was on fire and you could barely move without feeling the need to throw up.

When you heard a metal door creaking open your eyes shot to the cement staircase as the room began to flood with outside light, unfortunately you weren’t able to hold back the vomit as Steve and Eddie descended the stairs.

It hit you all at once.

The eery feeling of being watched, the familiar voices, their insistence that you were only being paranoid.

At least you had the forethought to lean over the bed and vomit on the floor instead of on the comforter.

Due to your lack of food the only thing that came out was acidic bile that burned your throat on the way up, tears sting your eyes at the pain, your throat already hurting from the rough treatment from last night.

You think you’re done vomiting but Eddie is instantly by your side, grabbing your hair and rubbing your back as you empty what remains in your stomach onto the floor which only causes a fresh wave of nausea to hit you.

Steve disappears up the stairs before returning with a mop, meanwhile you’re openly sobbing and trying to push Eddie away as he forces his comfort onto you.

You already hate yourself for giving into pleasure last night, you don’t need to hate yourself more for actively seeking out comfort from your abuser.

Unfortunately your body is sore and a lot of the fight was snuffed out of you last night so after a half-assed struggle Eddie manages to pull you into his lap and rub soothing circles on your back.

If your stomach wasn’t empty you’d vomit on him just to be petty.

You shut out the two men as best you can as you try to figure out just what the fuck is going on.

You start to cry harder into Eddie’s chest, your mind is firmly against this, them, but your body is seeking out the warmth and comfort that Eddie is providing and it’s driving a wedge through your mental state.

You’re not aware of how long you’ve been crying in Eddie’s lap, at one point Steve joins you both on the bed and presses his cheek against your upper back. You end up dozing off in their shared embrace, mind and body currently at war with one another.

-x-

You're pulled out of your self examination by the, now, familiar creaking of the cellar door. You walk back into the crampy room just as Eddie skips down the stairs with an extension lead. Every day, night?, he comes down and watches a few movies with you, Steve usually joins him but not always, not when he has work.

“I got ‘Back To The Future’,” Eddie smiles as he chucks the tape on the bed and pulls out the keys from his pocket before heading to the comically locked closet.

When it’s open he wheels out the small tv and places it in front of the bed before setting everything up. You sit at the head of the bed and leave room for Eddie to climb in besides you, when he does he pulls you into his side before kissing you gently on the forehead.

You don’t fight his touches, not anymore, the punishments were swift and severe when you did.

“We’re doing this for you, baby,” Steve kissed away your tears as Eddie applied cream to the raised welts across your thighs, “you have to behave for us.”

“The world will treat you worse then this,” Eddie pipes up, “we love you and want to protect you.”

When you did behave their treatments weren’t too bad, and even when they punished you the aftercare was soft and thorough.

The worse punishment was when you screamed at them to leave you alone, and they did.

They still gave you three meals a day but they never lingered, touched or even spoke to you, barely even giving you a second glance. You felt so alone that only days later you craved their attention.

The walls of the cellar felt like they were closing in and you couldn’t take the loneliness anymore.

After the third day you were begging, pleading with them to talk to you, you even tried latching on but they’d gently remove you before exiting the small cement room.

You swear you’ve never cried so much in your life.

Finally after a week you were apologising to them, promising to do better. You had never been so happy then in that moment when Eddie smiled and wrapped you in a hug.

You barely let him go for almost two days, only releasing your hold when Steve came in to take over for a while.

The more you became to depent on them — the more you didn’t mind.

You let out a small hiss as Eddie runs his fingers over his initials, the movement bringing you successful back to the present.

The sci-fi movie was a good distraction, one of Steve’s favourites, not that you minded. Eddie had put on a horror a few days ago and it triggered a pretty severe panic attack so they decided to stick to safe movie options for the time being.

The longer Eddie’s finger outlined the scar the more your mind starts to drift back to the night he gave it to you.

-x-

You were cowering at the head of the bed, room barely illuminated by the dull glow of the small globe on the wall but it did manage to calm your panicked state just a little.

Unfortunately the moment doesn’t last as the door is thrown open and two pairs of eager steps quickly defend the stairs. You pull your knees closer to your chest and wrap your arms around the shins, trying to make yourself as small as possible, as Eddie comes bounding towards you.

It throws your mind into a spin, he’s acting the exact same way he always does when he sees you, full of happiness and excitement, somehow the fact that just days prior he and his pal assaulted you doesn’t seem to hindered the pep in his step.

Eddie ignores your poor attempt to push him away and he tugs your legs from your hold, your whimpers and small cries only make him giggle, the same childish giggle he had when you two used to play fight in his living room over who got to pick the movie.

The distant memory has tears stinging your eyes as you fail to push him away, Steve all the while watches from the side with a smirk.

Steve was the more serious one, the firm hand, while Eddie was more playful. You’ve noticed that Eddie tends to get carried away in how he acts and Steve has to step up to reel him in.

Once your legs are away from your chest he pulls you down until your back is flush against the comforter, he straddles your hips with a triumphant grin, happy he conquered you, before leaning down and blowing a raspberry on your cheek.

You turn your head away from the action but that was a mistake because that just gave him access to your neck which he gladly takes advantage of. He starts licking and sucking around the soft skin, leaving marks and slobber across your throat as he nibbles and bites.

Eventually when he pulls back he keeps his face close to yours, the tip of your nose lightly grazing against his.

“Get off, Eddie!” You cry, once again trying to push him away but to no avail.

“Don’t be bratty, princess,” he chuckles with a smirk but there’s a dark warning behind those big brown eyes.

You don’t listen as you inwardly start to panic, the beginnings of a anxiety attack starting to grow in the center of your chest.

You distantly hear a frustrated sigh coming from beside the bed but you ignore it as you manage to use all your strength to push Eddie completely off you to the side, your knee makes contact with his ribs and you’re positive it was only the shock and slight pain from your actions that distracted him  enough for you to throw him off.

Your small rush of glee is short lived as Eddie’s guard dog steps in.

“Hey!” Steves voice is booming as he takes a few menacing steps towards the bed.

In a fight or flight moment you choose flight.

You slide to the edge of the bed to make a run for it, if you had taken a moment to think your actions through you would have realised that there was no escape and nowhere to hide in the storm cellar.

Unfortunately that doesn’t really matter because before your feet can even make contact with the floor there’s a hand in your hair and your being dragged back across the bed.

You let out a pained screech as you reach up to grab the hand tangled in your locks but it’s no use. You’re pulled completely to the other side as you come face to face with a very irate looking Steve.

He’s kneeling on the bed and his breath is hot against your cheek, you wince when he snaps your head back, your scalp burning, so he can have better eye contact with you.

“That wasn’t very smart of you, sweetheart,” he sneers, you try to turn your head away, not liking the intense look in his eyes but he uses his spare hand to pinch the bridge of your nose.

You let out a high pitched nasally cry as he squeezes the tender appendage cruelly between this fingers.

You can hear Eddie’s mean chuckle as he watches Steve mistreat you, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him.

When you stop struggling Steve let’s go of your nose but keeps a firm hold of your hair, just in case.

“Where were you planning to run, babe?” Eddie snickers as you sniff to clear the passage in your nostrils, “doors locked,” he shrugs, “and even if you did get out there’s a whooole lotta woods out there,” his smirk is right in your face and you feel your heart drop with each word from his mouth, “you might be able to outrun me, sure, but you think you could get away from Hawkins Highs star athlete?” His laugh is sadistic and it causes you to slump in your spot.

When you don’t answer Eddie taps your cheek, it’s not hard enough to be a slap but it’s not gentle either.

“You belong to us,” his voice is quiet, “stop fighting it.”

You don’t think before answering, a reoccurring issue you seem to be having lately, as you snap, “you don’t own me!”

Instead of this angering them like you assumed it would they laugh, and not the short cruel laughs, no these were full belly laughs until they were almost keeled over.

Confusion and humiliation fills your body as you try to think what was so damn funny?

“Silly girl,” Steve gasps for breath, his grip no longer tight in your hair, “I guess you’re gonna need more of a reminder, huh?”

Before you can protest you’re thrown down on the bed and Eddie takes the liberty of restraining you while Steve goes over to the storage closet. You don’t see what he’s doing but after a few minutes of rummaging around he comes back over to the bed with restraints in hand.

You watch in horror as he fastens them to the bed posts before securing your hands through the scratchy cuffs.

Steve notices you screw your face up at the feeling of the material and he scoffs, “you don’t get the nice stuff until you start to behave.”

You whimper as you’re locked in place and completely left to their mercy.

“What should we do first, Eds?” Steve asks as he slides behind Eddie who now sits between your open thighs.

“M’not sure,” Eddie watches your chest fall and rise in a rapid pace, “but she’s wearing too many clothes.”

Steve hums in agreement as he kisses Eddie’s cheek, then neck, then shoulder, before pulling out a sharp blade that he had hidden behind him, tucked into his belt.

He hands the weapon to the metalhead who graciously accepts it with a kiss to Steve’s chin.

He returns his attention to you and brings the knife to the collar of your shirt and a cold terror spikes down your spine. You let out a high pitched whimper as he starts to cut away the material, deliberately leaving it in tatters, you suspect as some sort of power play.

You’re only wearing a shirt and panties, all that you were given from your captors. Every item of clothing is slashed away and discarded beside the bed until you’re lying naked and exposed in the cool air of the cellar.

Steve rests his chin on Eddie’s shoulder and wraps his arms around his midsection as he observes the Dungeon Masters movements, eyes following the tip of the blade as it’s brought down from your clavicle to your sternum. You try your hardest to keep your breathing shallow, not wanting to get nicked.

You bite your lip to muffle your cry as the cold edge of the metal grazes across your nipple, goosebumps line your arms as you keep your eyes trained on the knife.

You let out a breath as Eddie sits aside the knife so he could use both hands to pay attention to your legs. He rubs his palms flat against the flesh of your thighs as he ascends upwards, stopping his movements when his hands are close to your heat.

He pulls the hood back from your clit and you mewl at the contact, you’re not given much time to do anything else before he’s lining his fingers up with your entrance and plunging two inside.

You jerk your hips, trying to push him out but his other hand keeps a firm hold on you, you let out a defeated sob as slick gathers around the opening of your hole, cringing when you hear the wet sucking of your pussy as your arousal starts to drip down towards the bed.

You’re mad and confused as to why your body responds to their cruel touch, you don’t want this… right?

Just as desire starts to build in your lower stomach and you can feel yourself being forced to the precipice of your climax Eddie removes his fingers completely from you, the empty feeling tears a whine from your lips and you instantly pale when two sets of laughter mock your disappointment.

What is wrong with you?

Before you can open that Pandora’s box, you suck in a breath as Eddie picks up the knife, you watch as he grabs a scrap of clothing, that was teetering near the edge of the bed, and wraps it around the blade of the weapon. Your confusion is short lived as he gives you a smirk before moving the knife down to your entrance.

You shake your head and plead out protests as tears glide down your cheeks, you’re already humiliated enough. Steve chuckles at your expense as his eyes remain trained on Eddie’s hands.

When the thick base of the knife touches your folds you choke out a sob, seconds later the entire hilt is being impaled into your pussy. You wince as the sharp ridges catch on your sensitive walls but you’re not given much time to adjust before Eddie is pulling it out and ramming it back in.

While your pussy is being abused you will yourself to focus on something, anything, other then the object inserted into you.

Movement from Steve catches your eye and you watch as the younger of the two grinds his lower half against Eddie’s backside, his arms are taught around the metalheads waist, his chin is resting firmly on his shoulder and his lower half never actually leaves contact as he humps against him.

A fresh wave of tears and confusion wash over you as a pang of desire shoots right to your core at the sight. Before any of this happened you always hoped something would transpire between the three of you. Just not like this.

Steve’s pace matches the movements of the knife and Eddie’s smug expression lets you know how much he’s enjoying this. He speeds up his movements and you audibly cry out as the hilt knocks against something inside you.

Your mind starts to go hazy as your body starts to convulse, your pussy clenches around the wooden base inside you and you let out a wail as you’re pushed over the edge. Pleasure pulses through every inch of your body and you grind down against the inanimate shaft of the weapon to ride out your high.  

Your pleasure dissipates quicker then you’d hoped it would and all your left with is ice cold shame. The looks of smug pride mirrored on each of the men above you only adds to the rotten feeling swirling inside your chest.

Before you can spare any more time focusing on your conflicted emotions Eddie pulls the knife from you as Steve untangles himself from the man. Eddie moves to the side as Steve replaced himself between your legs.

He leans down and briefly sucks a nipple between his lips before suctioning his mouth and flicking his tongue over the peak. Steve has an obsession with your tits.

He pulls back and discards his clothing in haste before slotting himself in his previous position. He pulls you down the bed a little more and your arms burn at the uncomfortable stretch, you’re not given much time to focus on that however as Steve drives his hips forward and spears you on his cock.

You clench your hands in tight fists, your nails cutting into your palms slightly, and you let out a harsh whine. Steve is much thicker then Eddie and a whole lot bigger then the knife.

His pace is brutal and has his cock stabbing against your cervix, pain and pleasure fill your lower stomach as you screw your eyes shut at the overwhelming feelings. Every snap of his hips has you pushing harder into the mattress, the scratchy comforter starting to chafe the underside of your body.

While physically you’re not in as much pain as the last time they fucked you, but mentally you’re in agony, you know you should hate this, you do hate this, but what if you don’t hate this?

As the turmoil rages through your mind, pleasure rages through your body. You feel the familiar pressure throbbing through your clit and you know you’re close.

Would it really be so bad to enjoy this? You’re in an impossible situation so you may as well get something out of it… right?

Steve makes contact with your clit and instantly starts rubbing circles into the engorged nub, your hips jerk at the touch as a white light bursts behind your closed eyelids. You feel Steve’s cock throb against your insides, his heavy breathing turning into low moans as his thrusts become shorter but deeper.

You open your eye as the pressure builds and you look at Steve before turning to Eddie, who lounges beside you stroking his cock as he watches Steve fuck you, when he senses your eyes on him he turns to face you.

His gaze is intense and full of heat as he locks eyes with you, his gaze flickers to your slightly opened lips before he’s lunging forward and connecting his lips with yours.

You snap your eyes closed and pretend for a second that the searing kiss with Eddie, filled with passion and lust, is happening under different circumstances. And for a brief moment you’re sitting on your bed at home making out with Eddie as a movie plays in the background.

The stuttering rhythm coming from Steve followed by guttural moans is like a bucket of ice cold water and you’re instantly brought back to the current situation.

When you stop responding to the kiss with Eddie he pulls back and watches you with slight confusion. Before he can open his mouth to say something Steve’s loud grunt fills the room as his cum fills your pussy.

You whimper at the burning hot feeling of his seed painting your walls, he thrusts a few more times, the cum that’s not being forced deeper in you is spilling out around the base of his cock and you wince at the feeling.

Steve pulls out and slumps down with a huff on the other side of you, his face is dazed and he looks happy and your heart flutters at the sight. He looks peaceful, like your old Steve.

While you were distracted with the former jock Eddie takes his place between your legs and wastes no time before pushing forward. You hiss and whine at the new intrusion but your pussy welcomes him inside. You’re still on the verge of cumming and instead of fighting it maybe you should take advantage of it?

Eddie lifts your legs until they’re dangling over his forearms before leaning forward, you’re practically sandwiched against the man and the new position has him driving deeper into your hole.

You cry out at the feeling, deciding in your haze addled mind that just letting go this onetime won’t hurt.

His pace is punishing as he slams his lower half flush against yours with every thrust of his hips. You throw your head back against the bed and let out breathy whimpers and moans at the pleasure beating against your core. Eddie pulls back suddenly and drops your legs, you let out a whine that’s turns into a groan as Steve slots his mouth over your left nipple.

You fight against the restraints, the urge to run your hand through Steve’s soft hair almost overwhelming. He hums around the stiff peak and the vibrations send waves of pleasure down your spine.

With all your focus on Steve’s action you don’t pick up on what Eddie’s doing.

He keeps ups his steady rhythm as he unwraps the cloth from around the blade of the knife and drops it beside his leg before abruptly stilling his movements.

You let out a mewl of confusion as you turn your attention to the metalhead, as you see the knife in his hand you almost wished you didn’t.

“This is still a punishment, babe,” is all he says before bringing the knife to the flesh of your left hip.

⇨ 🩸 ⇦

Before you can process what’s about to happen Eddie cuts into your skin, you lets out a scream at the sting and instantly jerk your hips, the motion causing the man to mess up the ‘E’ a little bit.

Steve sits up and holds down your hips as the metalhead ‘tsk tsk tsk’ your behaviour, slightly scolding you for messing up the first initial. You look pleadingly up at Steve, realising Eddie is getting a sick enjoyment out of this and out of the two Steve is the more responsible one. The younger man at least has the decency to look a little shocked at Eddie’s actions as a brief look of pity? guilt? crosses his features but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

Eddie finishes his carving and you let out pained cries at the burning in your side, sobbing harder as you feel the warm blood start to trickle down your hip.

“A box cutter blade would’ve looked neater,” Eddie sounds sickly calm as he observes the fresh wound.

“Do you want me to go grab one?” Steve offers and your blood turns to ice in your veins, you’re starting to choke on your tears and you’re finding it harder to breath.

“Shh shh shh,” Eddie rubs soothing circles on your cheeks, smudging your tears, as Steve slings his arm around to the other side of your waist and snuggles in close to you.

You sniffle and twitch closer to Steve’s warmth and you hate yourself for seeking out his comfort, you hate yourself more when you realise that it’s actually working to calm you down.

Once you’re no longer on the verge of a panic attack Eddie resumes his previous movements, you let out a startled cry as the tip of his cock nudges the spongy bundle inside you, he shares a smirk with Steve and continues to hammer into the spot causing your breath to catch in your throat and black splotches to hinder your vision.

You hiss out in pain as Eddie drags his fingers through the blood, that’s pooled over the wound, before using the sticky liquid to write his name on your stomach below your breasts. He continues to dip his fingers into the blood and retrace the lines until ‘EDDIE’ is very clearly printed across your skin.

Steve follows suit and writes his name over your chest, you can’t really see the letters but you can smell the iron from the blood as he layers it on thick.

You feel slightly nauseous as you feel them continue to play in your blood. Drawing hearts and stars across your body like it’s a living canvas.

Eddie places his hand over the wound and covers his whole palm in blood before grabbing your chin with his clean hand and smearing the blood across your face, you gag at the warm, sticky feeling followed by the strong metallic smell filling your nostrils.

When they’re both done Eddie’s pace starts to pick up, he rubs his dirty, sticky fingers over your clit and you jerk your hips against his crotch. You’re momentarily shocked that you’re somehow still turned on.

Eddie’s cock batters against your cervix as Steve suckles a nipple back into his mouth and hums in content.

Moments later you let out a high pitched shriek and your orgasm rips through you, more pain then pleasure but it starts to equal out when Eddie presses harder against your clit. He lets out harsh grunts of his own as he follows you over the edge, his cum spurting deep inside you and mixing with Steve’s.

When he pulls out he collapses beside you and wraps his arms around you before nuzzling his head into your neck. The soft? moment is cut short, as your breathing starts to level out and Steve’s gruff whine can be heard.

“What’s up, big guy?” Eddie chuckles.

“I didn’t get my initials on her skin,” Steve nods to your bloody hip.

You start to panic and stutter out protests but Eddie’s voice cuts you off, “it’s only fair, princess.”

Seconds later Steve is hovering over you with the knife in hand and you’re stuttering out cries as you beg for him not to. It all falls on deaf ears as a searing burn, almost identical to the last one, makes itself know on your skin as Steve carves his initials into your right hip.

⇨ 🩸 ⇦

-x-

Looking back on the incident you’re at least happy that Steve’s writing is much neater then Eddie’s.

You snuggle in closer to the metalhead who happily cuddles you closer as ‘Back To The Future’ continues to play and you feel yourself start to drift off. 

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all?

[isthischopper]

HEYY! Saw your requests were open, so why not give it a try??

Could you do a Luffy x reader, where luffy is cuddling Y/N? Thank u sooo much if ya do!!

hi there! i got a little carried away in the beginning, but i hope you like! thanks for my first request!

⁀➷ Dozed Off

⋆ Monkey D. Luffy x gn!Reader Fluff

It’s quiet on the ship. All you can hear is the waves crashing outside and the snores of a few other crew members nearby. The view from your window is uninteresting too, just the dark waters and occasional flash of moonlight from above. You try to clamp your eyes closed to somehow force sleep on your body, which never works, but you convince yourself that this time could be the first.

Ten minutes pass of the eye-clenching sleeplessness, and you’ve given up. Laying in bed obviously isn’t doing any good, so maybe a snack will set your mind at ease? You think about the scolding Sanji will give you in the morning for nosing around his kitchen, but you shrug and let your feet carry you outside of your room anyway.

When you round the corner into the kitchen, you’re surprised (or not so surprised?) to see Luffy in the same position you are. He’s leaned against the counter staring out into space with tired puffy eyes— like he’d woke less than a few minutes ago and decided he needed a snack. No judgement.

He soon notices your presence, smiling gently and offering to share the grapes he’s munching on. You decline, instead opting for the fried rice you’d somehow convinced Sanji to save for you. Simply taking it out of the fridge to eat cold and pouring a glass of juice for both you and Luffy.

You sit together quietly snacking, listening to the ocean, snores, and each other. Luffy’s eyeing your fried rice (the guy has no self control!), so you scoop up some of the best rice and toppings and hold it to Luffy for taking.

Soon enough, the snacks are finished and Luffy places the empty dishes into the sink. He looks tired, rubbing his eyes and stretching before looking at you with a blank expression. You rarely see Luffy in his tired, calm state. It’s cute! you think.

“Are you ‘gonna sleep tonight?” he asks and you groan, covering your eyes with your hands.

“Wish I could.”

“Well come with me!” he smiles “You can’t be all alone!”

You giggle at Luffy thinking he’s joking until he holds out his hand. He ushers you to take it, and you do, and now he’s giddily leading you to captains quarters without even giving you a second to think. Luffy’s big smile should be concerning (especially at this hour), but you pay no mind and allow him to pull you along.

You don’t recall ever being in Luffy’s quarters before, but it’s about how you’d expect. Sheets of paper covering tables, photos, and his personal belongings scattered around but somehow still neatly. His bed, while unmade, looks the comfiest of any bed you’d seen on the ship; fit for a captain.

“Get comfy, y/n!” Luffy says, stepping over to blow out a candle to leave the room in darkness.

You do get comfy, slipping into his bed like it was made to be. It feels like the blankets double your warmth and hug you just in the right way, and his pillow is the perfect cool temperature. He slides in too, careful to avoid accidentally knocking into you in the dark, but wrapping an arm around your midpoint and pulling your body close to him when he’s settled.

Luffy draws shapes on your arm to help your sleepiness kick in, but the fact that he’s cuddling with you in his bed… sleep is definitely not going to find you tonight. You try to calm your beating heart, but to feel his bare legs against yours, how he’s holding you against him, his fingers dancing on your skin, and his breath gently hitting the back of your neck, you’re wide awake.

You can feel the blush on your face, but Luffy seems unbothered. You try to match his slow breathing, and it helps, but you can still only think about him. How couldn’t you? You’ve got butterflies. Oh god. You think about his arm resting on your hip. You wonder if his eyes are closed, or if he’s thinking about you too? You try to listen to his heartbeat.

You don’t realize you dozed off until the sun shines through Luffy’s window. He pulls you closer in rejection to the sun, burying his face into your neck. What a soft side of Luffy, you think to yourself. The butterflies from last night come back and you wonder if he feels them too. Though his snoring says he isn’t feeling much of anything, right now.

When you wake for the second time, the ship’s sounds consist of Sanji’s cooking, Zoro, Chopper and Usopp chatting close by, Franky, Nami, Robin and Brook in the distance. But Luffy still is wrapped around you, while awake, but holding you close. You smile to yourself… you could get used to this.

Just worry about what the rest of the ship will say when you emerge from Luffy’s quarters!

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[whoahoney]

A Girl Called Honey

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie becomes enamored with the new family next door, especially the oldest sister and matriarch, Honey.

CW: 18+, fem reader, mature themes & language, mild(??) child abuse (spanking), parentification, Eddie’s pervy thoughts, reader goes by Honey, Honey is a lil ignorant, fluff, pining, possible eventual smut (we’ll see how this goes)

A/N: the brain child of me and my good ole buddy ole pal, @boomhauer

Boom, this is for you. 🫶🏻🤠🚬🌾

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie and Wayne Munson had just come home from grocery shopping, unloading the cab of the pickup as they heard the low rumble of two trucks coming around the corner of Forest Hills. The two shared a look as the vehicles parked on the front lawn of the trailer beside their own.

The engines cut and the creaks of each door opening only kept Eddie’s eyes glued to the scene. In the truck closest to him, five boys clamored out of the cab and continued a loud conversation as they took in the sight of their new double wide.

“Jeez Louise, fellas—what’d I tell ya?—told ya it’d be nice here!” The driver asked in awe, looking to be the oldest of them. The other four nodded eagerly and mumbled their agreement before running up the porch.

A couple more car door shut from the other side, two girls, no older than 18 and 14 walked up the steps carrying a toddler and a baby on their hips as another child ran ahead of them with squealing laughter.

The older girl looked exhausted, but even in her tiredness Eddie couldn’t help but be taken with her. The younger girl resembled her greatly, but held brighter eyes than her sister.

“Go on, boy, you can gawk later.” Wayne mumbled on his way past Eddie’s frozen figure. Eddie scoffed before looking back at their new neighbors, their houses not even 50 feet apart.

He took in the loads their trucks carried, wondering how they would all fit inside. But he’d never had a double wide before.

Only two more trips out to the car and ten minutes spent putting things away, Eddie took to the porch to smoke while Wayne cooked dinner. The boy would be lying if he said he wasn’t hopeful to see all the new kids living next door, finding them intriguing, especially the oldest girl.

Their windows and doors were open, letting in the evening air and playing loud music. The general rowdiness of the young boys playing was audible from outside, though it wasn’t completely off putting. Eddie had a couple sets of neighbors live in that house, unsavory characters. Any ruckus coming from the house in years past hasn’t ever been good.

But this noise was nice. It sounded safe.

He could barely make out the Creedence Clearwater song as four sets of feet pounded down the steps. The younger boys kept their energy as they ran around the truck and jumped around, throwing playful hits and dodging them expertly while they waited for the older boys to open the tailgates and start handing out furniture to take inside.

“Terry! Tommy! Getchyer asses over here!” The older boy barked as another boy looking to be Eddie’s age set down all different kinds of chairs in the grass as he unloaded them.

The two younger boys, Terry and Tommy, ran on over and grabbed two chairs each to take inside. The older boy hopped up in the back to hand down a coffee table and then the beginnings of a bed frame.

Wayne stepped out onto the porch and took a seat next to Eddie on the worn leather couch, the boy holding out the carton of cigarettes to his uncle.

“S’almost ready,” Wayne said in his drawl, lighting the cigarette between his lips. Eddie nodded and looked back to the next yard to take a drag.

“Janie! Come help Aaron with this?” The boy in charge hollered over the top of the truck into the house.

“Why can’t you??” She asked as she trudged outside, wiping her hands on her paint stained shirt and carefully testing her bare feet in the grass before quickening her pace.

“Cause I gotta get the TV and I told you to, c’mon, now.” The boy grunted as he hoisted the television into his arms and hobbled to the house, slowly losing his grip on it before the oldest girl flew through the door and down the porch steps to pick up the bottom of it and help him up the steps.

“Thanks, hun.” He grunted, stepping into the house.

Eddie and Wayne looked at each other with quirked brows, eyes saying the same thing.

‘What the hell?’

The girl lingered on the small planked porch, leaning over the rail and using the collar of her tshirt to wipe her face. She grabbed her tits and looked down quizzically, Eddie flinching back in shock as she patted down the rest of her body.

“Junior! You gotta smoke?” She hollered with a drawl in her syllables toward the house, her sagging ponytail laying down her back and swaying as she turned. Her feet were also bare, her shirt similar to her sisters as it hit her mid thigh, her gym shorts visible under the hem that rested on the top of her ass.

Eddie’s eyes caught the part of her cheeks that peeked out of the bottom of the blue material, begging to be pinched. He shook his head, taking another drag and averting his eyes back to the bed of the pickup where Janie and Aaron were carrying two pieces of a long and short legged coffee table.

It resembled a dinner table in the way that it was long and rectangular, and it seemed to fit together in the middle to be put away. It was hand painted a sage green, one that made him think of the girl in search of cigarettes.

He heard a distant holler from further in the house, “Nope, quittin’!”

The girl in the doorway looked almost offended with her wide eyes and dropped jaw. She grumbled and turned around, dodging the younger kids coming through. After the boy named Aaron was past her, she walked over to the truck and hopped up in the back, pulling on something from the bottom of the depleting pile.

“Honey!” Janie called as she walked out of the house again with her brothers in tow. The girl in the bed of the pick up ceased her pulling and stood up to her full height.

“Yes?” She asked in exasperation, her hands on her hips like a tired mother. This made the Munson men chuckle.

“The baby shit again and I’m not gonna change him this time!” Janie said with her arms crossed, standing by the truck as Y/n began handing boxes down to the boys, stacking random objects that had fallen out on top.

She rolled her eyes, “You gonna do my job up here? You gonna go keep an eye on dinner? You gonna watch the way you talk to me??” She asked with an attitude and a quirked brow as she stared down at the girl.

Janie groaned and stomped back into the house, holler for her older brother to find her the wipes. Aaron looked up at his sister and shared a laugh. The corners of Eddie’s mouth tugged upward at the sound and the look of her smile.

“Who shoved the stick up her ass?” Aaron asked quieter.

She shrugged. “Aunt Flo?”

Aaron shivered in disgust, “I don’t like it when y’all talk about your lady problems.”

“I didn’t even say nothin’!” She laughed, handing him another suitcase and then opening the one she seemed to be desperate to get to earlier. She rummaged through the contents before groaning and cursing under her breath. She sighed and closed the case as the three younger boys came back out of the house.

“Jun!” She called, hopping down from the truck and walking to the porch, leaning in the doorway to speak to her brother. “You mean to tell me there aren’t any cigarettes anywhere in this place?”

“Jesus, woman, you need one that bad??”

“Yes! Where are they?”

“Don’t got any. Will you hang up the fly bags?” He hollered.

“Fuck you! I knew I seen you throwin them away!” She got louder and marched into the house, shoving past Aaron. The boy stumbled onto the porch stifling laughter as he looked to the next oldest brother and pulled the carton of cigarettes from his pocket.

The younger boy looked mortified as he began laughing in disbelief, surely knowing what his brother was in for. Eddie must have too, because when Aaron looked his way he laughed harder and shoved them in his pocket, “You’re not gonna rat me out, are ya?” He asked his brother and then shifted his gaze to Eddie like he was addressing him too.

The boy shook his head profusely, zipping his lips. “I know nothing.” he adjusted his grip on the box and hurried inside, hearing the clattering and shouting of the oldest boy getting chased down by the oldest girl, “I swear to God, Honey, I didn’t touch your freakin’ cigarettes!”

Eddie chuckled as Wayne smiled and squashed the butt of his cigarette under his shoe, heading inside to check on dinner, Eddie’s gaze going with him. When he turned back forward he came face to face with Aaron, standing a couple feet in front of his porch.

“Hi.” He said, his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, a Black Sabbath muscle shirt on his chest. He had long dark shaggy hair, similar to Eddie’s but shorter.

“Hey!” He said in quiet surprise. There was a silence between them as they took each other in, Aaron catching the art on Eddie’s arms and Eddie eyeing the scars littering the boy opposite him.

“I’m Eddie—“

“—Aaron. But you prob’ly know that by now.” He chuckled as Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, that was pretty fun to watch, not gonna lie.” He chuckled, wiping his mouth and standing to his feet to walk down the steps and lean on the railing.

Aaron nodded and chuckled in agreement, “Yeah, she’s fun to mess with. She gets this angry face every time and she gets so wound up she thinks she’s gotta beat on someone—“

“Sounds like a lot of fun.” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, well, she’s too serious these days anyway. She used to be more fun but, uh, then she grew up. And we had to move. But, uh, Hawkins should be good, yeah?” He asked awkwardly, staring at his feet kicking pieces of gravel.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, “Depends on your last name.”

Aarons face fell. “Well, sheeit.” He tsked with his hands on his hips. “Guess we’re fucked then, huh? With a last name like Haller.” He shrugged carelessly before they both fell into laughter, Eddie nodding his confirmation.

“You, uh, going to the high school?” Eddie asked.

Aaron nodded. “Senior year, baby. You?”

Eddie nodded. “Yep! Senior year. Third times the charm, right?” He said almost bitterly.

“Hell yeah it is!” Aaron said in genuine support, reaching a hand out for a low five. Eddie raised his eyebrows in slight shock before slapping his hand down on his.

“Do you, uh, if you need a seat at lunch Monday, you can always come sit with us—me and my friends.” He said casually. Aaron seemed to light up a little at the thought. Before he could say anything, his sister was sticking her head through the door and hollering dinner was ready just as Wayne poked his head out the door to tell Eddie the same.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, man. I’ll see you on Monday.” He said before turning to go home.

Eddie smiled to himself as he scurried inside, grinning to himself at the prospect of a new friend and the thought of the girl called Honey.

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When night fell, Eddie was back outside, this time on the lawn in an old metal chair, his head laid back, staring up at the sky. He lazily puffed on a cigarette.

Just as he thought about going inside, the screen door creaked open and Honey wandered out. Their porch light was on, the faint glow of it cast across Eddie’s face. She plopped down on the step and sighed deeply, rubbing her hands down her face and hiding for a moment.

“Honey!!” Janie called.

“Jesus, fuck—what?!” She hollered, barely turning her head, her brow stressed and crinkled.

“Tell Aaron and Cal to stop hogging the garlic bread!”

“Tell Jun! I’m off duty for tonight, remember?” She wiped her hands symbolically. “I’m so close to running away, I swear ta God!” She hollered to no one in particular before sighing and finally meeting Eddie’s eye.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, wasn’t trynna be… loud.” She said quietly, her eyes wide and looking almost embarrassed. Eddie shook his head and the hand that held his cigarette, noticing how she eyed it and then shifted her gaze back up to his face.

“Don’t worry about it, really. You guys already seem like better neighbors than the last three before you.” He chuckled as she gave a weak smile and nod. Eddie took a drag and stood from his seat, walking to the corner of the porch and leaning his shoulder on it to talk to her. “I’m Eddie.” He nodded.

She stood and walked over to him, crossing her arms over her chest as she stopped a few feet in front of him. “I’m—“

“Honey!!!”

She closed her eyes and sighed before turning on her heel and taking a few quick steps to the house. “What is it now??”

“Nevermind!” The young boy yelled. Honey sighed and shook her head, walking back up to Eddie.

“I’m Y/n, but everyone calls me Honey.” She held out her hand, her eyes shying away from his though her face seemed hard.

He softly smiled down at her and took her handshake, her hand warm and a little rough for being so small and delicate looking in his.

“What do you want me to call you?”

This caught her eye and she cocked her head in confusion. “Wh—I mean, I guess it’d be weird if you were the only one to call me by my name.” She shrugged.

“Honey it is.” He smiled, their hands still clasped between them. She smiled, sparkles reaching her eyes as she did. Eddie hesitated as he thought of something else to say. “You wanna smoke?”

“Are you-are you serious?” She chuckled. Eddie blushed at her shock and he nodded. “Aw, shit, you must’ve heard me bitchin’ earlier—oh my god, did you hear—“

“You chase your brother through the house? Yep. And it was great.” He said with a laugh as he reached into his pocket and held out the carton for her to pick from.

She sighed a laughter of disbelief as she plucked one from the box and looked surprised as Eddie held out the open flame of his lighter, waiting for her to lean in. She did, her eyes wavering from his to the lighter as she hollowed her cheeks and puffed.

He couldn’t help but smile down at her. When she met his eye again as he put away the lighter, he smiled. “Thank you very much. The moves been—well. More than stressful. I prob’ly got a few gray hairs from it all.” She puffed again.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll bet! Gotta take two trucks to go anywhere, yeah?”

She nodded as she exhaled. “Yeah, but most of us are at school during the day so I can take the little ones to town every once in a while. I don’t have my license though.” She said the last party slowly, only realizing after that it wasn’t information she should share with a stranger.

Eddie chuckled, “I didn’t for the longest, either. I took my test when I turned 18.”

“That’s what I wanted to do! 18’s come and gone, though.” She shrugged.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Just turned 20, you?”

“19.” He nodded. So did she.

The air between them was thick with silence as the smoked, the sounds of night emerging from the road noise of the evening.

“You go to school?” He asked, her eyes widening at the question.

“Like… college?”

He nodded, taking a drag and stuffing his hands in his pocket. She shook her head no.

“That’s alright! I don’t think I’ll go after graduation, either.” He shrugged.

She nodded but stayed silent. “Do you… like school?” She asked.

Eddie chuckled and hissed a deep breath in, “Absolutely not. But can’t get anywhere without a diploma, Y’know?” He shrugged.

Honey sighed and deeply inhaled her cigarette, her brow crinkling. He tilted his head as the creaky screen door of the rowdy house swung open, Aaron and Janie walking outside.

“It’s just Eddie!” Aaron hollered inside, Cal following after.

Honey groaned softly and turned around as her siblings approached.

“You’ve met my siblings?” She asked.

“Just Aaron—“

“I’m Janie!” The girl said brightly, her eyes soft and trained on Eddie. His eyes only flickered to hers politely and nodded his head with a tight smile, his gaze returning to Honey.

“This is Cal.” Aaron slapped the slim boys shoulder, knocking him forward a bit.

“Good to meet you guys. Where’d you move from?”

“On the southern border of Oklahoma.” Aaron answered before Honey could speak, Eddie catching her mouth open and close with a bite to her cheek and another drag on her cig.

“That explains the accents.” He smirked, meeting Honey’s eye and making her melt a bit no matter how bad she didn’t wanna admit it.

“They ain’t that bad, there’s some people back home you can’t even understand what the hell they’s sayin’ half the time, they talkin’ so fast.” Aaron shrugged, his vowels elongated and r’s hard with his drawl.

Eddie chuckled, thinking of some old men that hung around the gas station in the mornings, drinking coffee.

Honey rolled her eyes and took another deep drag. “Do you go to the high school?” Janie questioned Eddie with intrigue. “I’m in 8th grade!”

“She hasn’t been to public school in a while.” Cal sighed, clearly having had enough of her enthusiasm.

Janie elbowed him harshly in the ribs with a red face. “It’s farther than Honey got.” She muttered, hoping to get the heat off of herself.

Honeys eyes widened as she took her last toke of the cigarette. She clenched her jaw and then exhaled, throwing the butt harshly on the ground and turning on her heel to stomp back into the house.

“Oh, now you done it.” Aaron sighed in annoyance, rubbing his eyes. Cal followed after his sister, concerned or maybe just getting away from Janie.

Janie crossed her arms and brushed it off as she headed back into the house with Cal, “She had it coming, she’s been on my ass all week about the freakin move, I mean, what’s the big deal—“

Cal shut the door behind them, leaving Aaron with Eddie yet again. “I better go make sure Honeys not getting the wooden spoon after her.” He chuckled nervously.

Eddie nodded though he looked serious, “She okay?”

“Who, Honey? Yeah, she’ll be alright, always is. See ya!” Aaron jogged away, calling his last words over his shoulder.

Eddie held a hand up in farewell, glancing to the end window of the double wide, a glowing orange room behind a floral linen sheet that jerked closed as if someone had been peeking.

He sighed, biting his lip and waiting for any other sign of her. Taking one final drag through a sigh, he threw the butt of his cigarette down on the ground, the filter of the camel bouncing right next to the one that had belonged to Honey.

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Monday morning, Eddie heard the clamor of his neighbors climbing into the truck belonging to the oldest brother. Junior, Aaron, Cal, Janie, Terry and Tommy made a fuss about their bags and lunch money and sack lunches, the younger kids whining about the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Doritos they’d had every lunch for the last two weeks.

Aaron, Cal, and Janie each received $5 from Junior, coming up short when it came to Cal. “Fuck—Honey! You got 75¢?” He hollered, fumbling with his bill fold.

Honey rushed outside, three coke cans wrapped up in her hair on top of her head and fasted with clips and pins. She wore her large shirt from yesterday and a tattered and faded violet robe.

She held her purse and dug around for quarters and dimes, dropping them in Cals waiting hands as everyone else hopped in the truck. Honey looked at Cal with sincerity and cupped his cheek to get him to meet her eye.

Eddie continued to watch from the front door, waiting to make his exit to avoid bothering them on yet another vulnerable moment.

Honey nodded her head and Cal nodded with her, holding his hand on her wrist as she kept her grip on his jaw. He could see her lips say “I love you, be good.” Before she kissed his head and pushed him away to the waiting truck. He hopped in, and Junior took off hastily, as if he were late.

Eddie checked his watch and found himself late, too, darting out the door in a similar fashion as Honey lingered on her lawn.

The girl jumped at his sudden emergence, clutching her chest in a gasp. “Mornin’, Honey!” He called, shutting his door and starting the rising engine. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched him speed down the street.

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Honey had been mortified, being embarrassed in front of the cute neighbor boy not only once, but twice in the last 24 hours. She’d wanted to look presentable and take a shower that morning but the alarm clock didn’t go off and she had to see everyone off properly while running a half hour behind.

By the time she’d reached outside, she’d completely forgotten about her state and worried only about her siblings' first days in their new place, out and exploring new parts of the world she’d never see.

When she heard Eddie’s door slam open and caught the sight of his long legs booking it to the dark van parked in front of his home, her heart lurched up into her throat, embarrassment clawing up her cheeks and tainting them red when they made brief eye contact as he leapt inside.

“Mornin’, Honey!” He’d called, his smile making her forget all about the cans in her hair and her ratty old robe.

She replayed the moment over and over in her head all day as she stayed home with the two little ones. Frankie managed to convince her to set up the kiddie pool, filling it with dirt as quickly as his little shovel could.

After he'd spent almost an hour filling the small pool, he asked for the water hose to turn it all into mud, and who was she to refuse on the warm August day?

By the time the sun began to set, Frankie and Randy were slathered in mud, as was Honey. She sat back in her lawn chair, her bare feet buried in the mud that hit her at her mid calf. The cool mud felt amazing on her feet after unpacking and chasing the babies around all day.

She held a Sixteen magazine on her stomach as she slouched in the flimsy chair, listening to the rowdy boys make sound effects with their mouths as they played monster trucks in the muck.

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar rumble of Juniors truck that she realized she hadn’t started dinner. She jumped up at the thought, her heart pounding in her chest as she hurriedly sprayed her legs off with the cold hose.

“Randy, Frankie, we gotta cook dinner, let’s go!” She plucked up the baby Randy and grimaced as he started kicking and screaming, flailing his little limbs at the idea of going inside. Frankie didn’t hesitate to holler his protests as she washed off Randy’s naked and mud corroded body.

Junior pulled up carefully, watching Randy and Frankie as he stopped and cut the engine, all the tired and loud children hopping out of the truck with moans and groans of hungriness and homework, discussing supplies for projects and where to get a trifold presentation board.

Junior walked up to Honey with a hard look on his face as he eyed the two young boys giving his sister such a hard time.

“Gimme Frankie.” He sighed, nodding to the boy still refusing to leave the mud pond he created.

He shook his head profusely, grunting “mm-mm!” as he did. Honey looked the other way when Junior jerked the 4 year old boy up and smacked him once on the butt, shoving him almost roughly towards the hose Honey held flinchingly. “Get yourself washed and get in the house.” He said lowly, the little boy sniffling but nodding in agreement anyway.

Honey washed the boys in silence before hoisting them on each of her hips with a strained groan, “Aw, shit, y’all are too big for this now.”

Frankie laughed as Randy fussed, still not giving up his fight. Honey sighed, using her foot to kick open the door, making it swing and hit the side of the house so she could step in, carefully. As she turned, she noticed the parked van next door, the driver door swinging open and a smiling Eddie stepping out, his eyes already on hers.

Her first thought was her head, thankful for the high ponytail it was in now. She fought a smile as the door shut behind her and she set down the two boys to go start dinner.

Janie and Aaron sat that the small table with their books open, their homework set out in front of them as they stared at it intently. Cal sat at the coffee table, the tv remaining off in front of him as he busied himself with finding the right page in the textbook. Terry and Tommy were already in their play clothes and outside to play, abandoning their shirts and shoes along with their backpacks.

Honey made her round to check on each kid as Junior washed up. She stuck her head back outside and took note that the two boys were in the side yard that separated their property from the Munson’s.

They fought each other with sticks, their chests and faces already having some mud smeared across them in the five minutes they’d managed to be outside alone. “Hey!” She hollered at them, the two unseen Munson men on the neighboring porch turning their heads in alarm as the boys ceased their playful sounds.

“Y’all better stay outta that mud, dinner won’t be long.” She pointed at them, fighting the urge for her eyes to flicker to Eddie. Terry and Tommy whined, asking why Frankie and Randy got to play in the mud and they couldn’t as she ignored them and walked back inside to fix sandwiches and chips for everyone who could bear to eat it yet again.

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The stars had come out, the smallest children were in bed, and the older children had finished their homework after two grueling hours of helping Aaron read his English homework and reminding Janie the tenths have to go somewhere in math.

Cal always had an easy time in school, skipping a grade when the rest of his siblings were lucky enough they only got held back once.

Except for Honey.

As the rest of them gathered around the glowing tv set, watching Doctor Who (Cal’s choice), Honey excused herself for a well deserved shower.

Halfway through washing her hair, the water turned cold, though she was used to it at this point. She hurriedly rinsed the rest of the soap from her hair and hopped out to seek the warmth of her room.

She tiptoed across the floor and scolded herself for not grabbing clothes before her shower since the babies were tucked in their little beds next to hers and Janie’s.

She selected some sweatpants and a crew neck sweatshirt that used to belong to her brother, and tugged them on, keeping her hair wrapped in the towel and walking out the door.

Junior sat with his arms crossed at the counter, his hair wet and combed straight back just like the rest of the remaining children. “Where you goin?” He asked as she walked past him and to the door.

She groaned and turned to him, “Outside! I can only take being in a house for so long, June. Or do you forget I don’t get to go anywhere or do anything!” She spat before stepping outside and shutting the door behind her. Honey regretted her outburst but couldn’t take anymore of being checked on like a child when she wasn’t allowed to be one.

She plopped down on the steps, foregoing her chair still parked by the mud pool she’d inevitably spend her day at tomorrow. The towel tugged at her hair as it came unwound. She sighed and pulled it off, scrubbing her nails against her roots to loosen it up and relieve the tension.

“Ahem.”

She jumped and turned to the Munson trailer, the small porch light flickering as Eddie sat on the brown couch that occupied his porch. He smiled warmly and waved, a blush pinching his cheeks when she chuckled and ran a relieved hand over her face.

“Sorry, I was hoping I wouldn’t scare you.” He chuckled as he stood and leaned against the porch railing.

Honey shook her head dismissively, “it’s okay, I’m just jumpy anyhow.” She shrugged.

They shared a silence, the noises of night filling the empty space. Crickets and frogs from the creek in the woods chorused around them, rushing winds from the main road barely audible.

“Care to join me?” Eddie asked, hoping she didn’t hear the light waver in his voice and holding up his half full carton of Camels as he stepped off his porch. Honey smiled and nodded, hoping she hadn’t responded too quickly as he strode over the property line and took a seat next to her on the narrow porch steps.

Honey’s heart vibrated in her chest at being so close to him, so close she could smell him. She could smell something skunky yet earthy coming from him, mixed with the aroma of cigarettes and some spicy cologne, and she couldn’t say the combination was bad. Not bad at all.

And for some reason she found her mouth watering yet feeling prickly with dryness.

“Here you are,” he mumbled as he handed her a pre-lit cigarette and stuck a new one in his mouth for himself. She thanked him quietly and puffed, a sigh escaping her as the nicotine released the tension from her shoulders. “Rough day?” He asked as she leaned her forehead in her palm.

She nodded, chuckling dryly. “No tougher than yesterday or the day before, so that’s nice, I suppose.”

Eddie chuckled this time, thinking she sounded like Wayne. Honey breathed deeply, listening again to the nature of Hawkins at nightfall. She could feel Eddie’s gaze on her as she hollowed her cheeks to inhale the smoke, savoring the woolen taste and rolling it around in her mouth before puffing it out into the cool night air.

“H-How was yours?” She asked. She looked over his face now that she had the opportunity, she’d always been told it was rude to look away from people when she spoke to them. The stubble on his chin and upper lip made her wonder if it was rough, the same question posed to his unruly hair that seemed to frame his face perfectly.

His plush lips curved into a smile before he took a quick toke, the smoke excreting as he spoke. “It was pretty good, actually. Got to hang out with your brother most of the day, showed him his classes—gave a few teachers a heart attack by my attendance alone.” He chuckled. “It’s always nice making new friends.” He added.

Honey blushed and bit the inside of her cheek to conceal her smile as she tore her gaze away. She was too hopeful. Eddie was now her little brother's friend, and she should respect that, right?

Eddie still looked at her, a smirk on his face as he took another drag. “So, Honey—can I call you hun?” He asked, nudging her arm as he turned his body to look at her better. She chuckled and nodded as she smoked. “Okay, hun, what do you like to do for fun?”

Honey mirrored him and propped her back up against the railing, their knees touching and not bothering to move. She shrugged, “I don’t really, uhh, well—sometimes, back home, we’d go swimmin’ in the pond behind our house… there’s a place around the bend—where we’re not allowed to go, it’s surrounded by brush and there’s a small shore with hundreds of little rocks and critters and wildflowers… and a gorgeous tree to climb…I like swimmin’” she nodded when she wanted to roll her eyes at her vowels and her sudden lack of thoughts.

“Swimmin’” he quietly echoed in her voice before a warm chuckle escaped him, “Sorry—s’just cute is all.” He shrugged and took another hit from his cigarette. The compliment heated her cheeks and cleared her thoughts.

“What else?” He asked, his brown eyes back on her.

Honey tried not to melt at the sight, “Uh, well—I just, I haven’t had a lot of time to—“

“Hey, Ed!” Aaron’s chipper voice rang quietly from the screen door as he made his way outside.

Honey sighed and took an extra drag on her cigarette instead of finishing her sentence, her explanation boring enough anyway. She didn’t see Eddie’s curious and lingering stare as she looked at the grass below the last step and the chipped red polish on her toes from the last time Janie painted them.

Adam sat at the top step between them, his Iron Maiden shirt paired with flannel pajama bottoms was similar to what Eddie normally found himself wearing to bed. “Fueling sister’s bad habits, huh, Munson?” Aaron asked as he snatched the cigarette from Honey’s mouth and took himself a generous hit as she scoffed incredulously.

Eddie chuckled and turned more towards Aaron. “Hey, I saw a lady in need, who am I to deny her a smoke?” He said in an accent from a long time ago, like the way Aaron spoke when he talked about the stories he always had his nose in.

Aaron rolled his eyes, “She smokes like a chimney, I’m sure she can go one day without a cigarette.” He chuckled, taking another drag off the stolen cigarette.

“Well when a smoke is the one thing I get to myself around here, I don’t fuckin want to, Aaron.” She grumbled as she snatched the half gone cigarette from him and stomped up the steps and into the house.

Aaron sighed as she thwacked him on the back of the head as she passed, rubbing the sore spot as the door swung shut. “I’m sorry, man, was that like a thing… going on between y’all or somethin?” He asked, leaning to the side to look at Eddie better.

Eddie offered a cigarette out to his friend and shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, I don’t think so.” He said doubtedly. Aaron eyed him suspiciously as he lit the cigarette.

“Yeah, alright. I may be dumb but I ain’t blind.” He snorted, handing back the silver zippo.

Eddie's cheeks heated as he shook his head and poorly repressed a smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Honey didnt bother to go out on the porch the next night, or the night after that. In fact, two weeks would go by before Eddie caught her by herself again. The sun was setting and she was taking down the fresh laundry from the day, a small radio playing Janis Joplin sat on a tv tray nearby with her lemonade and nail Polish.

She had a cigarette in her lips, her brother having brought her some home from work, surely. Her shorts were like normal, too small and adorable peeking out from under her large shirt she wore like a smock at a job.

Her nails were painted a cherry red that matched her hair clip. She was struggling to fold a bed sheet when he strolled up to offer a hand, spooking her as he ducked between the flowing, floral and stained sheets on each line, feeling awfully separated from the rest of the world like this.

“Need a hand or two?”

He chuckled as Honey jumped out of her skin and turned to him with a gasp. Her shock melted into amused annoyance before she nodded. Eddie eyed her over the length of the sheet as she matched up the corners a couple times and walked to meet him in the middle.

“There ya go.” He mumbled as she took the rest of the sheet from him and folded it in front of her. Eddie wished to tilt her chin up with his index finger ever so delicately. But he didn’t.

“Thanks.” She said quietly.

“Any time.” He said, more meaning in his eyes than his voice.

“You, uh, got more cigarettes.” He shrugged as she uncoupled the other sheet, handing him a side without a word. They flicked the cloth, a rolling wave snapping through it before they folded it once in half, then twice before meeting again.

“Jun came through. He always does eventually.” She shrugged as he nodded thoughtfully, the golden hues in his eyes jumping out in the fading orange light.

“Well it kinda took away my excuse to talk to ya, so...” He shrugged like she had, a glint in his eye that told her he’d missed her.

She felt the longing pull in her chest as she hugged the sheet. “Y-You don’t need an excuse to talk to me, Y’know… could just… come knock on the door...” She looked to the ground at her worn bare feet.

Eddie ducked his head to search for her eyes, “Yeah?” His eyes seemed shinier now that the sun had sunk under the horizon and the only traces left of it were pink against perriwinkle.

She looked back up at him, her whole face flushed as she wrung her lips against each other in nervousness and eventually nodded and smiled. “I’d like that. I haven’t had a friend in a long while, Y’know?”

Eddie’s smile faltered for only a second before he fixed it and nodded. “Well, Honey, I’m interested in becoming very very good friends.” He leaned closer and quirked his lips into a teasing smirk.

She sighed dreamily and looked to his lips unknowingly, his smile stretching into a wolvish grin as he got the inkling of a feeling that he may have this girl wrapped around his finger already.

He glanced down at her own lips as she was distracted, noting how pink they were, maybe a little chapped but he longed to know what it was like to kiss every inch of her. His gaze dipped to her chest, the mounds jutting out from her chest and allowing the cotton tshirt to fall straight down and conceal any semblance of a figure.

But Eddie knew better.

He knew she was hiding an ethereal secret underneath that shirt.

His eyes snapped back to hers as she took a breath to say something when she was interrupted by Janie yanking open the last sheet separating them from the inevitable world.

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[ncityprincess]

uh oh!

dad johnny x oc

MDNI!!

we’re continuing the dad johnny series! i know oc already had the twins but let’s pretend she’s still pregnant for this one. hazel is driving oc up the wall and johnny steps in to save the day.

“hazel, honey, you only have two more bites left. can you please finish up and then i’ll give you a cookie afterwards ”

“NO! COOKIE!!!!!!”

you sighed, feeling your patience wearing thin. your daughter was doing her toddler thing, navigating her big feelings and trying to put them into words. of course, the two year old’s vocabulary was quite limited, leaving her frustrated and feeling like her voice wasn’t being heard.

you on the other hand were 7 months pregnant with your twin boys. you and johnny had been trying for a second child, and the universe blessed you with double. of course you were over the moon excited to meet your baby boys, but the waiting process was far from blissful.

your tits were the size of your head, painfully swollen and filled with milk. none of your clothes fit, leaving you to steal your husband’s clothes. every single inch of your body was swollen. you could barely walk three feet without feeling winded, a wonderful condition to be in with a rambunctious toddler running around. and most of all, your mood swings were all over the place.

happy one minute, crying because taco bell ran out of baja blasts, ready to rip your husband’s head off for the most minor inconveniences. your hormones were having a field day in your body. the last thing you needed was a rowdy toddler telling you “no”.

“hazel. i’m not gonna tell you again, NO COOKIES UNTIL YOU FINISH YOUR FOOD!!!”

you didn’t mean to yell at her. you were fully aware that she was just a toddler that didn’t know how to maturely express herself yet, but frankly your patience was wearing thin.

hazel looked up at you with her large, honey colored eyes, and started wailing.

you put your head in your hands and let out a frustrated sigh, and before you knew it the both of you were screaming crying at the dining room table.

luckily, your husband had just returned home from work. he walked into the dining room ready to greet his favorite girls, but immediately stopped in his tracks upon seeing them distressed and in tears.

you had barely noticed he came home until hazel whined “daddyyyyyyy” in her sad crying voice.

“uh oh, what’s going on here?” he cooed while picking up his daughter from the high chair.

“i-i- i can’t do this john, i told her so many times that she needed to finish her food but she’s not LISTENING” you sobbed out, well past your breaking point.

“hey hey, it’s gonna be ok. why don’t you go upstairs and lay down mama?” your sweet husband suggested.

“no, because then i have to clean the kitchen then give her a bath and she’s gonna fight me on that too and she’s gonna think i’m the worst person in the world because i didn’t give her the freaking cookie and i’m tired and you didn’t even get to eat dinner yet and—“ johnny cut you off from your rant with a gentlekiss.

“honey, go upstairs and take a breather. i’ll take care of everything. don’t worry about it, okay?”

you nodded with tears still streaming down your face. you waddled upstairs and shut the door to your bedroom. not wasting any time you laid on your bed and let out a frustrated scream into the pillow.

you must have tired yourself out because you woke up to johnny rubbing your back, the sun completely set.

“hey honey, how are you feeling?”

“john i’m so sorry, i—i yelled at hazel and she probably thinks i’m the worst mom ever. i didn’t even give her a bath.”

“baby, hazie has two parents: you and me. you can’t do everything by yourself all the time. besides, she cooled down from her meltdown like 30 seconds after you went upstairs and i convinced her to finish her food. she’s fast asleep, nothing to worry about” your husband reassured you

“ugh, what did i do to deserve you” you asked, two seconds away from crying again.

“i could ask you the same thing honey.”

johnny leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss. you leaned into it, deepening the kiss further. johnny rolled on top of you, massaging all over your body. you let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his back. he eventually stripped you his t shirt, kissing all over your body.

“aw, mama just needed daddy to take care of her, isn’t that right?”

“yeahhhhhh” you moaned out, begging him to do something.

“don’t worry honey, i’m gonna give you exactly what you need. you just sit back and relax, huh?”

johnny went all the way down your body, stopping at your pussy. he leaned face first into it, then looked up at you before he did anything else.

“this ok?”

“pleaseee” you panted

johnny stuck his tongue out and rubbed it softly against your slit, not wanting you to get too riled up yet. you let out a gasp, slipping your hands into his hair. he worked his tongue on your pussy, making it super wet and slippery. the pleasure was amazing, making your body involuntarily grind up against his face. he kept going, making you feel like you were on cloud nine, and eventually you came with an audible moan. your husband had effectively made you forget about all of your worries.

“good girl baby. came so pretty for me”

“j—john?”

“yes honey?”

“…can i ride you?”

he chuckled, “think you can handle it baby?”

“please?”

he laid on his back, patting his thigh, signaling you to get on top of him. you carefully placed your knees on either side of his lap and ran your hands down his toned chest. you reached down to grab his dick and slowly sank down on him, letting out a high pitched sound of relief.

“take it easy, mama” johnny warned while placing his hands on your protruding tummy.

you slowly began to raise your hips up and down, feeling so sensitive with each movement. you threw your head back, letting out a repressed moan. you needed this. you needed something to release all of your frustrations. soon after you began to pick up the pace, grabbing your man’s strong hands and placing them on your breasts.

“oh fuck john, feels so fucking good” you whined

“yeah? take it baby, take everything i’ve got. it’s all yours” he encouraged

you began bouncing on him even harder, really feeling yourself get into the moment. your moans sounded nearly pornographic, driving johnny insane. seeing his pregnant wife on top of him taking what she wanted from him. you looked like the sexiest, most ethereal goddess in his eyes. you were his queen, setting the pace and taking what you needed.

you were so close you could taste it. you just needed a little more friction, but your legs were starting to give out. you slowed down your movements and laid down on top of your man.

“johnnnnnnn” you whimpered in his ear, asking for some help.

“i got you baby, hold on tight, ok?”

before you could respond he wrapped his arms around you body, holding you in place. he planted his feet flat onto the mattress and began to fuck into you. you let out a loud moan right into his ear.

“fuck pleaseeeee just like that baby”

a couple more thrusts and you both hit your peaks at the same time. this was the hardest you had cum in a while. johnny let out a guttural groan and thrusted shallowly into you a few more times before stopping completely. the two of you panted and gasped for air while still clinging onto one another.

you moved your face next to his cheek and gave him a sweet kiss.

“thank you, baby”

“i love you so much honey, more than you’ll ever know.”

the end 💋

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part 4

[starlady-baby]

Juke Jeudi time! This time you get a double feature. Art and a story! Enjoy.

Ever since the stamps went away and Julie was able to hug her boys, things were going good in the Molina house. Although nobody knew how or why it happened, none of them complained about it. The boys could still spend time with their favorite alive person (because they still weren’t sure exactly what they were) and happy that they could still spend time with each other.

It was one of those days where things were more quiet than normal. Reggie was hanging out with Ray and Carlos, Alex was probably with Willie somewhere, and Luke was in the studio, working on a new song he and Julie had started. He hadn’t come up with any lyrics, but he’d started plucking out some notes on his guitar that fit with the melody they came up with.

Eventually all his ideas had been spilled out and he left the pages on the piano. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but Julie must be home from school now, right? He shrugged and poofed himself up to her room, hoping she’d be there.

She startled with a jump and rolled her eyes. She tried to look angry but Luke saw right through it.

“How did you even know I’d be here yet?” She asked, barely having set her backpack down by her bed.

“It was just a hunch.” He shrugged. “Whaddya say we go work on that new song?” He asked, a grin forming at the end of his lips.

“I would love to, but I just got slammed with a bunch of homework for tomorrow.” Julie sighed heavily. “And you remember what my dad said. I’ve got to focus on school first.”

“School can wait, Jules. You always get it done anyway, right?”

Once again she rolled her eyes. “Yes, but that’s not the point right now. I need to crank out some of this stuff before we go into the studio.”

Luke rolled his eyes and pouted. “C’mon… you’re sure you can’t just take a little break before working on your boring school work?”

“Yes, Luke, I’m sure. It won’t take long, okay? I promise we’ll work on it after.”

He was still pouting but nodded and sighed. “Fine. I guess we can do that.”

Julie smiled at him and grabbed one of her books out of her backpack. “You’re still more than welcome to join me. I don’t mind the company.” She said, that smile of hers turning into a smirk.

“Oh, why thank you.” He smirked back and sat on her bed.

After Julie grabbed the book, (some Shakespeare play that Luke had unfortunately recognized from his own high school days) she sat up on the bed as well. She propped herself up against the head of her bed, her pillows behind her back, and started to read.

Luke sighed quietly to himself, not so patiently waiting for when the two of them could go out to the studio. He knew that this is what she needed to do though. He knew Mr. Molina meant it when he said Julie needed to focus on school, otherwise their so-called “plug” would be pulled. And as much as he wanted to work on the song, waiting for her to finish her homework so they could still make music together was worth all his time.

Eventually Julie was about halfway done with her reading, which took shorter than Luke thought it would. She set her book down momentarily and decided to stretch.

“Jeez, I should’ve sat at my desk. That board against my back is not comfortable.” She mumbled, raising her arms up.

Luke nodded. “I can’t imagine it would be. At least the pillows help though.”

“I suppose. Thankfully I don’t have much more to read, though.”

“And then we can go work on our song.” Luke said as he grinned.

“And then we can go work on our song.” Julie laughed, grabbing her book again. This time though, instead of resting against the board and her stack of pillows, she leaned up against Luke.

His eyes widened a bit and then his grin turned to a soft smile. “Sounds like a plan, boss.”

Julie laughed quietly and returned to her book. As her eyes went over the pages and the words form sentences in her head, she eventually found herself under Luke’s arm, her head not too far away from his.

He looked down at her, happy to have her in his arms. So glad he can finally hold her and be around her without being afraid that they’d never be able to touch. That they could never hold hands. That this little relationship of theirs couldn’t go anywhere. Now he felt like he didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

Her eyes glanced up and she saw his soft hazel eyes staring into her own. They looked at each other for a second, taking in each other’s beauty, until they both leaned closer and their lips locked together.

After they pulled away, Luke grinned.

“I think this little relationship of ours just got a bit more interesting.”