#bj rose x f!reader

[anna-hawk]

Writer's Block Solution

BJ Rose x implied f!Reader

Summary: You write fanfiction and BJ helps with your writer's block in a very unexpected way.

Rating: E 🔞 // WC: 3,2k

Tags and Warnings: PWP, friends to lovers, very slight Dom/sub undertones, sweet guy turns dominant, unprotected sex, minor angst

A/N: So, I'm sick with the flu and that's when my brain gives me the weirdest ideas. I based this on a trend I saw a while ago on IG and just went with it. If you know the trend, you'll know what I mean while reading. If you don't, that's also fine, as it's a bit embarrassing anyway. In any case, it's silly and maybe BJ is a bit OOC, but who knows how he actually is in the bedroom, right? Right…

Read it on AO3

Reading through your latest paragraph, you huffed angrily, before you selected the whole thing and hit the back button. You drummed your fingers over the space next to the touchpad on your laptop as you thought, before sighing and starting a new paragraph. Again. Ten minutes later, and you were repeating the same process you had over the entire last hour and a half. 

“What’s got you this upset?”

Blowing out a loud breath through your lips, you lifted your eyes to your friend, staring at his tall form over the lid of the laptop. BJ was leaning against the door frame, one foot crossed lazily over the other as he looked at you, a dishtowel in one hand. He looked so domestic in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, added to the soft smile and that stupid dishtowel. He was nothing like the man you were trying your hardest to write about in your story. However, people were waiting for the next part, the smutty part, and your brain refused to come up with anything worthwhile. Any positioning you thought of came out wrong, the way the man was talking and seducing his partner felt off. They were supposed to kiss in an intense way before anything more happened, but you couldn’t even get that on paper. On screen. Whatever. 

“Writer’s block,” you muttered unhappily, going as far as crossing your arms in front of you like a sulking kid. 

Which was ironic, considering that you’d spent the afternoon over at BJ’s looking after Trey while BJ was out training his team. Since you worked from home, you had come with your laptop, and you’d spent the afternoon playing games with Trey or working while he did his own thing. Twenty minutes after BJ had come back, Trey’s best friend had pulled up with his dad to pick him up for a sleepover. Which had led to BJ inviting you to stay over for dinner. While he’d been in the kitchen, you’d excused yourself and sat back down on the living room couch with your story, hit by a bout of inspiration. Which had been kicked out the proverbial window as soon as you’d started writing. 

“Anything I can help you with?” BJ asked kindly, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulder. 

You stared at him and shrugged. BJ knew what kind of stories you wrote, something that had amused him to no end the first time you’d told him after he’d found your open laptop on your kitchen counter, a very explicit scene staring back at him. 

“Dinner’s ready, otherwise, so,” he elongated the last word and clapped his thigh. 

“Yeah, I … I don’t know. I’m just so close to getting it right.” You held your index and thumb close together to indicate that you only needed a little push. 

BJ observed you for a moment and nodded. 

“What’s it about? Are we getting to the good part?” he laughed softly and lifted his eyebrows meaningfully a few times.

You pursed your lips despite his try at humor, and nodded aggressively, which had BJ snorting. 

“‘kay, and what’s happening?” 

“Well…” you began, only to trail off with some wild hand gestures. “I want the moment to like, really build, you know? Make it intense. And…” You looked at BJ again, and tilted your head to the side thoughtfully. “Actually, they’re…”

You slid the laptop off your thighs and put it onto the couch next to you before you got up and walked over to BJ. He watched you approach with a curious expression, his shoulder still against the door frame. 

“Maybe if I get the right perspective, I could write about it better?” you commented thoughtfully, as you stopped in front of him. 

“Okay?” He said slowly, waiting you out. 

“Right, so, um, basically, what’s happening is that the main character is about to leave the room, but the guy blocks the way. They’re both a bit angry at each other because — never mind why — they just are, and…” you moved closer to BJ, like you wanted to cage him in, with your hand going to the wood behind his head. “He does something like that?” You explained awkwardly, feeling ridiculous and not as sexy as how you had envisioned the moment. 

BJ blinked at you for a beat, before he licked his bottom lip consideringly and nodded. A second later, he swiftly moved forward, forcing you back until you were the one hitting the door frame on the other side. One of his hands moved over your head, while the other one went into the pocket of his sweats. He was looming over you. BJ Rose, this kind and sweet dad of a man, was looming over you, his expression intense, his face only a few inches away from yours, as was the rest of his body. 

“Like this?” he asked softly. And when had his voice turned so husky? 

“Um,” you got out, your eyes wide as you realized how absolutely stupid you had been for asking BJ to act out such a scene with you. 

Because while BJ was nothing like the man you were writing about, you didn’t need him to be for you to have developed a giant crush months ago. Since then, you had never let on how you felt about him, since BJ probably only saw you as a friend, no matter how much time you spent together.  

“Does he do anything else? Or what happens next?” 

You locked eyes with him, but were unable to know what he was thinking. One thing was sure, he wasn’t laughing it off and was actually taking your situation seriously. 

“Well, the — um — the main character tries to — um — pull away. But he stops the movement and — and — you know — goes like this?” You tentatively lifted your hand and cupped the back of his head, his skin warm and the short hair at the base of his head feeling soft under your fingers. “But — you know — stronger?” You withdrew your hand, but were still unable to look away from his eyes. 

“‘kay, so let’s try?” he suggested far too calmly.

You blinked. Blinked again a few times and… Oh. Really? Well… It would be stupid to stop now, right? This could actually help you write later. Right? Swallowing, you nodded and moved into action. You pushed against his chest with both hands, sending him backwards a couple of steps, visibly catching him by surprise as you hadn’t told him exactly how the character pulled away. BJ was only thrown for a moment because his eyes sharpened, and he was back on you a fraction of a second later. You actually gasped as your back met wood again. What followed was the feeling of BJ’s hands on you, one going to your hip, while the other one went to the back of your neck like you had explained to him. His grip was strong and secure, letting you know that you had nowhere else to go. In the heat of the moment, you hadn’t realized that your hands had gone to grip onto the sides of his sweatshirt, your fingers clenched tight in the material, while your breaths came in short pants. Your next breath caught in your chest as the hand that BJ had over your nape, slid towards your jaw to tilt your head towards his, his lips now barely an inch away from yours. You were completely unable to move, not knowing what was acting and what was the truth. The way BJ was looking at you was so intense that you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He didn’t ask what came next, nor did you think that you would have been able to answer him if he had. As you briefly glanced at his lips, almost as if on reflex since they were so close, you saw BJ’s eyes fill with something that had you suddenly moving again. It only took your head leaning forward an inch to be able to press your lips to his. A moment later, BJ was pressing his whole body against yours as he kissed you back with an intensity and want that you hadn’t expected. Your arms went from his sides to around his neck, as his tongue slipped between your parted lips to slide against yours in a hot caress. The hand on your hip moved fully around your waist to pull you closer, while he pressed a knee between your legs. A high-pitched moan escaped you as he had you riding his thigh, while one of his hands vanished inside your pants to grab a fistful of your ass. Your mind was spinning at the way he was touching you, showing a more passionate side of him that surprised you but that you found you really enjoyed all the same. 

“That okay with you?” he then asked against your jaw, which had you bursting into a short and surprised laugh. 

There he was, the sweet and considerate guy that you had fallen for, still present underneath these more aggressive layers of need and lust. 

“Yes,” you breathed vehemently, before you moaned again as he kept you moving over his thigh and got a satisfied hum from him. 

“Wanna tell me what happens next in your story?”

You stared back at him, panting roughly just like he was, and licked your lips. 

“You tell me.” You decided then, knowing that whatever you’d had in mind until now, wouldn’t compete with what BJ might be thinking of. He had already surprised you quite a bit tonight. 

He gave you a thoughtful stare that only lasted for a second, before he smirked and had you facing the door frame an instant later. You caught yourself with your hands and gasped as BJ pulled and tugged at your clothes until you were standing fully naked in front of him, your bare back facing him. You didn’t have time to feel cold, since he pressed his front against your back, his erection pushing against you. His mouth landed on your shoulder and trailed all the way over to the other one, before it moved up your nape and finally down your spine. All the way down your spine. He pulled your hips back and started sucking and nipping at your ass as he ran a hand between your legs to reach for your entrance. He hummed against your skin at the wetness he found there and pushed two fingers inside you. Your hands tightened on the wood as you gasped and cried out, not having expected the move. With his fingers still inside you, BJ rose to his feet again to begin kissing along the side of your neck. As he withdrew his fingers from you and stroked over your sensitive flesh, his other hand moved to your front and found one of your nipples to gently pull at it. 

“BJ,” you breathed on a short gasp, your head thrown back. 

As if saying his name had triggered something in him, BJ grabbed you by the waist and turned you back to face him. He pushed you against the living room wall this time and cupped your face to kiss you deeply. You had barely taken a hold of his sweatshirt, when he fell to his knees before you and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your mind didn’t have the time to process what was going on before BJ had his head between your legs and was taking you apart with his mouth and tongue. Your head thumped hard against the wall as it flew back from the intensity of the pleasure suddenly coursing through you. With a string of distorted expletives, you curled over him and sank your fingers into the longer hair at the top of his head. Between the whole surreal situation, his fingers on you just before and now his mouth, the leg still holding you up was already starting to tremble with an incoming orgasm. You repeated his name a few times on tiny breaths as your body was wrecked by tremors, but instead of sending you over the edge, BJ stopped altogether and stood again. You stared at him through heavy lidded eyes as you panted deeply, your eyes falling to his shiny lips.  

“Not like this,” he whispered roughly against your lips, only leaving a small kiss there before he had you moving again. 

Curling an arm around your waist, BJ pulled you further into the living room with a few short steps and made you sit on the edge of the sectional couch. BJ followed you down, one hand holding him up at the side of your head, while the other vanished between your bodies as he kissed you. Your legs wrapped around his hips on instinct, and a moment later, you felt his length pressing against your entrance. You moaned loudly into his mouth as your fingers gripped tightly onto his shoulders as he began to slip inside. As soon as he was fully settled, BJ pulled back and began thrusting his hips into yours again and again, never stopping as he drew short gasps and cries of pleasure out of you. 

After the shortest amount of time, your entire body began feeling overstimulated in all the best ways. You clung to him with everything you had as his powerful thrusts and his large body lying over yours had you finally reaching your climax. Your eyes shut tightly while your arms and legs squeezed BJ to you, which got a long grunt out of him as his hips kept moving sporadically. 

“Is this what you had in mind?” he rasped into your ear after your grip on him became less strong. 

“No,” you groaned, grabbing his hair as he frowned. “So much better.” You kissed him hard to show him just how much this meant to you.  

BJ smiled against your lips and slid you further up the couch so he could put a knee on it as he picked the pace up again. You kept kissing as he sunk into you over and over, until he had to break the kiss as he neared his own release, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure. You took the opportunity to watch him, how his brow furrowed, and his mouth parted on a long groan. Coming here today, you had been light years from thinking that you would be ending the day like this. 

You both breathed quietly for a minute, before BJ gently pulled away and stood at your side. Your heart sank as you realized that BJ was suddenly failing to make eye contact as he turned around to fix his clothes. You gingerly sat up, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess, and watched BJ heading towards the door leading to the hallway, where he retrieved your clothes and the dishtowel that had fallen to the floor at some point. 

“I’ll — uh — go check if everything’s still warm while you — um — yeah,” he said awkwardly, as he handed you the clothes before he went to check on dinner. 

Feeling like an idiot, you balled your clothes into your arms and quickly made it to the bathroom. You hurried through cleaning up and were back in the living room and in front of your laptop in a few minutes. The sounds of pans and cutlery came from the kitchen, and you glanced in its direction as you put your things away into the bag you’d brought with you earlier. You had a mind to simply bolt without saying anything, but what good would that be since you were neighbors? Never come out of your house again? Move away? With a fortifying intake of breath, you walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, where the island had been set for two. 

“Do you want me to leave?” You hadn’t meant to be that straightforward, but better rip the band-aid off quickly, right? 

BJ, who’d had his back to you, startled faintly and turned around. 

“No!” he said immediately, his eyes finally meeting yours again, before he sighed and started over at a lower volume. “No.”

“Listen, BJ, if you want us to pretend like this never happened, just say the word, okay? I didn’t mean to start anything when I asked for your help, but,” you stalled for a moment. “But you need to know that I didn’t just go with it because we were playing out a scene. I kissed you because… well… because it was you and… maybe…” you sighed and looked at your hands. “Anyway, you decide, okay?” 

You pulled the chair out from under the island and sat in front of your plate, waiting for BJ to do the same. 

“I don’t wanna pretend like nothing happened,” BJ started softly, remaining where he was. “I just thought I maybe went too far with everything.”

You lifted your eyes to him and saw him looking back with a troubled expression as he leaned against the stove. 

“Did I give you the impression that you did? Or that I wasn’t into everything you did a hundred percent?” you smiled faintly, between perplexed and amused by the difference between the BJ who’d known exactly what he wanted and how to push your buttons, and the BJ standing in front of you right now, back to his sweet self.

A small smile pulled at one corner of his mouth, which had you laughing in earnest. 

“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead and be smug.” You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “Now, what about dinner? I had someone make me work up an appetite here.” 

BJ barked out a laugh and did as asked before taking the seat across from you. 

A while later, as you finished eating, BJ stared at the laptop sticking out of the bag you’d placed on the chair next to you.

“So… you think you have enough… footage to write this scene?”

The fork that you were in the midst of putting down, stopped briefly in its course at the question before you finally placed it on the plate. 

“Well.” You sat back against the chair and put on an exaggerated thoughtful expression. “I think I’ve got enough for this one, yeah… But, you know… I have several other stories planned. With more intense looming going on and arguments to be settled with make-up sex and… other things like that. Who knows… maybe I might need your help again… After all, I strive to be as accurate as possible.” 

BJ watched you with a smile that kept growing as you talked, his tongue peeking from between his teeth as he held back his laugh. His eyebrows dipped for a second in a would be serious expression. 

“That so, huh?” He got up and walked around the island, putting a hand on the back of your chair as he leaned over you. Loomed over you. “The things you’d do for your writing.”

Your teasing smile broke into an actual full on bright smile at his behavior. “Only the best for my audience,” you shrugged, before BJ leaned all the way down for a long kiss. 

Little mutal tags for @darlingshane @lucy-sky and @slavic-empress since this is a lesser known character and I know you guys appreciate him.

[imaslutforwritingshit]

A Dangerous Wish

(A Miguel O’Hara x Fem (spider-girl) reader, short story. Part One)

SMUT, NSFW

WARNINGS- nsfw, slight sadism,rough sex, teasing, bondage (f and m receiving), bj, fingering, hair pulling, sub to dominant switch, submissive reader, handcuffs, wounds, minor gun play, thigh riding, ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Pro tip- slowed Weeknd songs work best with this smut story lol

Finally. He was finally mine.

On the dark, smooth floor, littered with scratches and streaks of blood, Miguel was on his knees.

I had just managed to chain him to the rectangular pole over his head. Strong, power-draining handcuffs wrapped around his thick wrists. We were in the basement of the Spider Society, the unauthorized area Miguel doesn’t let his team see. But I was here, even if the webs strapped to my hands were under shaking palms. I had finally won.

Two years of chasing the leader of the Spider Society, only our brief, unsuccessful fights being the interactions we had between each other. And for the entirety of those two years, the strong and dangerous man had been possessing my mind.

Now what? He’s all mine. I could kill him. Ruin him.

Or, maybe, I could do what I always wanted to. A deep desire my body craved when I was around Miguel O’Hara, no matter how much I hated it. I wanted those eyes on me. The red, powerful eyes now hidden under the swoops of his tussled and damp hair.

His head was dropped in defeat, the talons sticking from his fingers hanging in mid-air, and rips in his suit exposing his bronze skin under the low LED lights. I let my body fall into an intimidating walk, slinking my hips as I moved closer to him. His chest was rising and falling, the sharp, heavy pants of his breath created a strange sensation in my stomach.

Miguel’s eyes trailed over my figure as he looked up, the red of his pupils almost purple in the dark. I took of my gloves slowly, letting the moment drag in painful build up. Miguel’s eyes devoured the sight of my fingers, as if every piece of open skin was killing him. I dropped the gloves, one sliding down the plane of his thigh.

“What do you want?” Miguel’s voice was raw, broken and hoarse with anger. The lowness of his words caused a shiver up my spine, but I stiffened my body to hide it.

“Oh, O’Hara.” My words were thick with mockery, and I let my nail drag up his throat, tipping his chin up with my index finger. He grit his teeth, trying to move his head away, but the pain prevented him from completing the action. I dug my red nail under his jaw, and Miguel leaned his head back. My sly smile felt natural, though I was forcing my teeth to stop shivering from the adrenaline of catching my enemy.

“I think you already know what I want.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, and jerked the chains holding his arms up towards me. He inhaled breathlessly as I forced his body towards mine. “To destroy you.”

At those words, an unusual smirk played on Miguel’s lips. Lips so close to mine, I felt like I wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

“And how so, hermosa?” His eyes dropped to my body again, and I suddenly felt like the tightness of latex around my breasts was a bad choice. “You gonna kill me?”

I laughed at that, and dropped my hands from him. “Death would be a relief. I want to have my fun with you.”

Miguel let his head fall back lazily, and a slow grin spread on his lips. “Oh, but I really need relief right now, (y/n).”

The double meaning of his words made my face turn a hot shade of pink.

I shook my head, and stood up, making a small tsk sound with my tongue. As I paced around the room, Miguel slowly rose to his feet with pained grunts. But I’m surprised he could even stand up after the way I beat him up. I suppose the super strength Miguel had also included super-healing capabilities.

Miguel was easily one or more feet over me. He towered over my body so heavily, I felt dumb for even existing around him, even if he’s the one under my control now. God, I’ve dreamt of this day for ages- but now I have no idea what to do.

“You gonna take these cuffs off my hands, (y/n)? Or am I gonna have to ask nicely?” Miguel’s voice was too confident, too sarcastic for my satisfaction. I had captured him, not the other way around.

I whipped around, aiming for his mouth, and shot a jumble of webs from my shooters. His lips were covered in threads of silk, bonded strong enough to shut his ass up.

Miguel growled, his mouth bounded by the white web, jerking his body roughly, as if that would help the situation. With the rage fogging over his bright eyes, the rips showing his sweaty, sleek abdomen, the veins on his hands lit like fire under the light-

Fuck. He looked really, really hot.

I ignored my thoughts and stomped to him, practically cowering under his large frame.

“Let me talk for once. I want to say a million things to you, but I can’t. Because I can’t waste my time on you anymore.” I paused, then averted my eyes to his, watching the anger dissipate from his irises.

“You ruined my life. You took everything from me,” I curled my fists. “You took everything from me for some fucking mission, some personal problem. So fuck you.”

The last sentence was rough, the words hardly leaving my mouth. Miguel’s eyes dropped, staring at my blood on my floor. As if he felt anything for me.

I should probably stitch the wound. Miguel had scraped my body all over my arms and legs in a cat fight. We were both physically weary from the fight, but yearning for the sweet revenge of true dominance.

We were still hungry for more.

I turned around swiftly, walking to the small station on the other side of the room. It had everything I needed- a first aid kit, radio, a gun.

I didn’t want to do what I had to do next. Kill Miguel.

But what other choice did I have?

I suddenly heard a footstep, too close to me, too heavy to belong to anyone else except the one person I hated the most.

“Fuck you? That’s a bold statement. I didn’t know you wanted me like that, cariño.” Míguela deep chuckle caused my heart to sink to my stomach. Because there’s only one way he could talk- if he took the webs off his mouth.

And the only way he could’ve done that, was by escaping.

I swung my body instantaneously on the ceiling before Miguel lunged at me, claws skimming the thin fabric of my stomach.

I dropped down, rolling into a fighting stance. How the hell did he escape? The chains that once held Miguel down were snapped, the shiny metal dropped into little rings on the ground. Even the handcuffs were snapped into multiple pieces. I whirled my head to the gun- now is my only chance.

But though I ran to the table again, frantically sweeping my hands on the wood, the gun had disappeared.

A small click sounded from the corner of the basement, so close to me that I flinched.

“Looking for this, pretty girl?”

And ever so carefully, I turned to see Miguel’s muscular forearm pointed at my chest.

The gun in his fist.

I backed away, my feet tripping on the legs of the table. Miguel’s face was dark, relishing in my fear. He cornered me, eventually letting his thigh uncomfortably press my legs away from each other.

“Pu-put it down.” The stammer in my voice was embarrassing, but I can’t imagine Miguel with more power than he already had. He could kill me right now.

Miguel made a small humming sound, and tapped the gun on my beating heart. “Say please.”

My dignity had escaped my body within the seconds. My teeth were grinding together, as I mumbled, “Please.”

Miguel clicked his tongue, and slid the gun to my collarbone, letting the muzzle of the weapon form small circles on my skin. I shivered, dropping my head back from fear, and something else I couldn’t name. “Oh, (y/n). That’s not enough for me, baby. Louder.”

I sucked in a breath, my focus heightened on the metal, cold and powerful over my skin. “Please.” My voice was louder, but that didn’t stop the shake in my pitch.

He nodded with satisfaction, the dark glint in his eyes growing. He pressed the gun in the crook of my neck, letting it trail over my throat. “Good. Keep being good for me, cariño. Because chaining me up,” he paused, shaking his head. “That disappointed me.” He softened his voice, the low taunts dragging out of his fanged mouth. “You love acting out, don’t you?” His eyes dropped to the metal pressing into my throat. “I might just have to punish you for that.”

I shook my head frantically, clenching my fists. How could he be so strong? Escape me so fast?

Miguel raised his eyebrow, stepping closer. His leg was now pressed completely against me, filling the area between my thighs. I wasn’t during if he noticed, but the pressure caused a wave of butterflies to cluster in my stomach. “No? You don’t want that?”

I nodded again, wishing for any relief away from the gun on my body. “No.”

Miguel grinned devilishly, and pressed the gun to the side of my throat with renounced force. “Then prove it to me.”

“What?” My voice was breathless, and I shifted on his leg.

Miguel’s eyes dropped to the low of my suit, where my hips were rolled against his muscular thigh. He clenched his jaw, and looked up at me again, strands of his hair falling in his eyes.

And those eyes had an unfamiliar blaze to them-

Desire.

“I want you to beg me to stop. I don’t think you understand how much I enjoy this.” He let his tongue slide over his teeth, and then tilted his head with dark curiosity. “Beg for your life.”

Miguel stepped all the way over my body, slamming one hand on the table near my own. I could feel his rapid breath on my jawline, the potent smell of spiced cologne on his body meeting my nostrils. “I want you to understand just how much power I have over you.”

The words hit me like a wave, throwing me over. My eyes widened, and I stared, blinking at his prideful expression. I couldn’t let my sexual ideas get in the way of this. Miguel is a dangerous man, a weapon in hand.

“Fuck no,” I sputtered out. “Just kill me. I-I would rather die.” I tilted my head up, and closed my eyes, awaiting the sound of the trigger firing.

But it never came. I tentatively opened my eyes to see Miguel’s mouth slightly open, corners of his lips twitching to a smile. His fangs seemed to shine purely from my fear. He dropped the gun on the floor, and I flinched. Miguel’s hands pressed to mine before I could attack him, his warm skin and talons awakening a buzz in my core.

Electricity was flowing through the air between us, thick and heavy and dense. I couldn’t think anymore- he was a distraction, a deadly infection over my senses.

Because I wanted more.

Without thinking, I let my body act on the pure instincts I’ve been fighting. My hips ground on Miguel’s muscles, and I clenched my knuckles under his palm.

The act of my body shaking on his made him dig his talons into the wood of the desk. He looked at me with shock, only for a second. And I drowsily stared into his eyes until that shock became lust again. He tensed his biceps, and smirked so confidently it drove me insane.

“Look at you. Having…“fun,” huh?” Miguel watched my hips again, an unnatural spike in his breathing. I couldn’t help my body as I rolled my groin on his hard body again, whimpering from the impact. I could feel the swirl in my gut from him, making the area between my thighs warm. I could feel how wet he was making me.

I think he could, too.

Miguel groaned softly, and the vibrations of his vocal chords sparked a fire inside of me. I began my to harden the pressure of my body on his, and Miguel staggered, letting his head drop near my neck.

“You gonna keep doing that to my thigh, (y/n)? I think you should aim a little higher.” He shifted his body, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. I stifled my gasp. This wasn’t the plan- I shouldn’t be doing this with him.

But it was like I couldn’t control myself anymore. I let soft moans escape my mouth as I began moving my hips over his own.

And an unfamiliar lump under the fabric of his suit met my spread legs. Miguel groaned, and arched his head back, poking the soft skin of my ass.

He was hard.

I had never considered that Miguel would also have the same feelings for me. He let his hard palm slide up the small of my back, and I shivered, clutching his hand. When Miguel’s fingers hooked to the zipper near the neck of my neck, he bit his lip, his dark eyes traveling over the movement of my body. “I never knew you were such a slut, (y/n).”

At that, I dropped my head on his shoulders, rasping for breath. My desire was painful. I needed release from this feeling, and he was the only one who could grant it.

Miguel chuckled, sliding the zipper down slowly, and the cold air of the basement meeting my skin formed goosebumps on my shoulders. The suit fell of my chest, exposing my breasts and stomach. Miguel took a long breath, and snaked his thick hands on my bare waist.

I clenched my teeth together, blinded from the flame of his touch. His fingers met the low of my breast, and I threw my head back, grabbing the muscles of his back. I knew he was playing with me- letting his desire for my pain and pleasure mix into a horrible game.

And a strange part of me loved it.

Miguel bared his fangs, a low growl drawling from his lips. His fingers skimmed the sensitive buds of my nipples, and he let his sharp claws swirl over the area. My thighs clenched at that, pressing my hips over his hardened dick. “Please.”

Miguel jerked my body to his, arching my back with his hand on my spine. His eyes were intense, drowning my body with tingles in each place he let his gaze fall over. “Please, what? Be specific, cariño.”

I heaved a breath. “Touch me.”

Miguel stared up at me, electricity intensifying between us. He slid his hands to my hips, rolling the fabric down my thighs. I rocked my ass up, letting him completely undress me. As I kicked the latex off my body, Miguel quickly pulled my body forward, and I yelped, now completely on my back.

With white knuckles, I reached for the sides of the desk, but Miguel grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head. I squirmed, feeling the liquids of my pussy spilling on the hard wood under me. I was so desperate, and he was toying with me. Teasing me.

“No. I’m not letting you enjoy this yet.” Miguel’s voice was gruff, almost unrecognizable as he yanked my body, an invisible warning. Miguel walked away, quickly coming back. I didn’t know what he brought, until Miguel shoved a ball of fabric in my mouth.

He fucking gagged me with my own glove.

Before I could pull the fabric out of my mouth, Miguel grabbed another article of clothing from the floor- my suit. I furrowed my eyebrows, pleading him to stop- but Miguel clenched his jaw harder, and brought my wrists up. In a couple swift movements, he tied my hands together with my suit, so hard that I could feel the throb of my heartbeat in my wrists. He dropped my limp hands, and grabbed my upper thigh. Miguel, eyes fixated on my crotch, slowly spread my lips. When he saw my wet body, Miguel growled again, biting his lip so hard I was surprised he hadn’t drawn blood.

“Qué zorra tan hermosa.” Miguel let his lip slowly drag from his teeth, and watched my shivering body was a terrifying predatory stare. When he slid two fingers over my clit, spreading my pussy, my eyes widened embarrassingly, and his teasing caused a renounced ache in my stomach. Miguel rubbed his fingers over the base of my cunt, and I arched my back, a silent beg for more. I needed more. Miguel let a finger play with the wet opening of my body, each of his breaths getting harder. I bucked my hips, and Miguel attempted to stifle a groan.

The dark of Miguel’s red irises were blending with the basement dimness. I watched his eyes flicker over my body, and slow penetration of a finger inside of me began to make its way between the folds of my body.

I gasped, choking on the fabric of my glove, and flayed hopelessly on the table. I had no idea how it came to this, why it came to this. But I craved more- I needed him, even if I hated him.

Miguel slid his finger so far it hurt, his retracted nails hitting the delicate sponge of my inner walls. I bucked my hips again, and with that movement, Miguel slid another finger in. I could feel my body clenching on his thick digits, and I curled my toes in anticipation. Miguel groaned at the sight, curling his fingers inside of me.

Each movement was driving me insane. He curled his fingers, slowly progressing to a euphoric pace. Desire was forming in my gut, the string of nerves coming undone with each pattern of his strokes.

I moaned under the fabric in my mouth, and Miguel stabbed his fingers farther inside of me- like my sound deserved punishment.

“Behave, (y/n). You don’t want me to hurt you again, do you?” He let one finger slide on the open wound above my rib cage, and I jerked my body from the white pain. Miguel smiled in a conceited way, and continued the rapid movements of his fingers. I twitched over his hand, feeling the hot rise of pleasure reach my skull. He breathed from his mouth, infatuated with my quivering body. The sight alone made my eyes roll, shivers controlling my body like tides.

“Enjoying yourself?” He laughed, but it was dry if humor. Miguel was turned on by the fact I was in pain. A pain derived of the irresistible desire he caused in me. Miguel pulled his slick fingers from my pussy, and I bit down on my glove from the release of pressure. My jaw ached from the mouthful of cotton, and my arms were sore from the position he put me in. Miguel dropped his eyes to my hips, and grabbed a fist of my hair and turned my body so I laid on my stomach. He massaged my ass greedily, and planted a sharp slap on the fat of my upper cheek. I jerked my head back from the pain, and Miguel laughed, as if this gave him energy. Vitality.

He grabbed the glove in my mouth, shaking it in my gums. “You want me to take this out? Huh?”

I nodded quickly. God, I was almost his toy at this point. Why was I doing everything he said?

Why did I like it?

Miguel chuckled again, and pulled the glove from my mouth. I salivated in my dry mouth, breathing heavily.

Miguel rubbed my chin, and held it up to his eyes. He was stripping from his suit. And making me watch.

My face flushed, even if he had already seen my exposed body- he was forcing me to watch him undress.

Miguel let the silky fabric slide drop from his frame, catching at his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell, the defined abs on his stomach sharpening from the breath. Everything he was doing was turning me on even more, and I hated myself for it.

“I’m gonna fill those pretty lips,” he muttered, so smoothly it made my mouth water for the taste of something I’ve never known. He pushed the fabric all the way down, kicking it off his ankles in a swift movement. My eyes caught his cock, and I exhaled with admiration.

He was erect, veins springing from his thick bronze shaft. The tip of his dick was moist, perfect and way too close to my mouth for me to do anything but try not to whimper. Miguel tilted his head casually, grinding his hips forward on my face. His dick slid against my soft cheek, and I scrunched my brows from the sensation.

I sealed my lips shut. Having him finger me was different- it was an act of pleasure for my benefit. But sucking his dick? It was a silent confirmation that he had complete control.

Miguel began sliding his dick over my cheek repeatedly, letting his head fall forward in concentration. I watched as his lower hips clenched with each movement, the veins meeting light again and again, mesmerizing me with the beauty of his body.

“Open.” Miguel’s voice was rawer than before, husky with the pleasure of my body meeting his edged dick.

I shook my head, biting my cracked lip down. I don’t know if I would even have free will after my mouth met his cock.

Miguel grabbed my scalp, and pulled my hair up, forcing my head all the way back. “Am I gonna have to make you?”

“I-“ My voice was hardly a whisper.

Miguel sprung his talons from his fingers, letting his index finger trail the part of my lips. He dug his finger in the slit of my teeth, and I released the tension of holding myself back. I opened my mouth, feeling the warm, rough skin of his finger pads.

Miguel didn’t hold back the low groan of his finger meeting my wet mouth. Knowing that I made him feel that way- it made me crazy. I rolled my tongue over his finger, like some dog obeying orders. It was like in this moment he was all I knew, all I remembered. Miguel grabbed his cock, letting the tip slide over my lips. And closing my eyes, I opened my mouth all the way, sliding his dick in my mouth, until the tip hit the hard gums of my inner mouth.

Fuck. I’m probably gonna regret this.

That’s it! Part two will be posted per request :)

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part one: new romantics (can be read as a stand alone) | masterlist

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: [9.7K] I did my best to proof read <3

warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, cursing, a little argument, friends to lovers, SMUT (MDNI OR I WILL JUMP YOU!!!) kissing, bj, f!ngering, piv (unprotected...wear protection irl, this is just fiction y'all), multiple o's (reader lol), creampie (my fave pie, wbu yall??? JK), aftercare.

summary: after you and eddie became a little more than friends after what was supposed to be a disastrous prom night, you two begin to get closer as the weeks go by. when he invites you to his show at the hideout, you don't expect to see his friend robin cozying up to him your jealousy bubbles over because you like eddie a lot, but in true dramatic fashion, eddie confesses that you are the only one he wants to be with and he will show you just how much he means it.

You peeked out your blinds, hearing the familiar roar of his engine just blocks away from your house followed by the music that would probably shatter all his windows if they weren’t rolled down. But then again, he was your favorite boy, the one you just so happened to fall for on what was supposed to be a disastrous prom night turned into the most romantic one of your life.

“Son of a bitch.” You muttered under your breath with a mischievous smirk.

His van was flying through the streets and you could hear the guitar riff from his favorite song resounding through the neighborhood.

Wasting no time, you grabbed your purse, running down the stairs and stopping at the front door to press your feet into the soles of your boots, “I’ll be home in the morning!”

Your words were cut short, slamming the door shut before either of your parents could hear, but they trusted you enough to know you’d be safe and that you’d call if anything was to happen.

Eddie grinned like a madman, reaching over to turn down the volume of his music the minute he saw you waiting for him in your driveway. You wore a simple black slip dress with some roses on the cups, along with a hot red leather jacket that complimented the classic lipstick he loved on your lips. Your legs accentuated with the black boots you decided on for the night.

You looked to die for.

“Hey, hot stuff!” You hailed out cheekily, skipping your way to his van where he reached over to open the door for you, letting you into the space that became more familiar as the days went by.

Prom was only a few weeks ago, and since then you and Eddie had gotten a lot closer with the more time you spent with one another. He’d give you rides back home after school. Talk you up in the halls during passing periods. And even invited you over to his trailer to hang out and “study” together. It was nice, what was going on between you two, though neither of you knew what to label what it was.

You’d share hugs at school but kisses in his trailer. Innocent glances in the cafeteria and winks when no one was looking. Your hands would brush against each other when you “accidentally” dropped your binder in front of his locker, yet held hands when the school parking lot was empty and the two of you walking to his van.

The connection was obviously there, hidden behind closed doors in an oasis that was your very own.

“You look beautiful,” He grinned, his eyes trained on your every effortless movement beside him.

The way you slammed his van door with ease (if it was the kids he’d surely yell at them). The way your hair tossed over your shoulder when you glimpsed at him. And the way you leaned forward to lay a glossy kiss to his lips.

You giggled as you pulled away, noticing a smudge of red lipstick on Eddie’s lips. He smirked, puckering his lips towards you to make kissy faces while you continued to laugh.

Reaching over, you gently wiped it off with your thumb, eyes locking with his. “There, all better,” you said, beaming, as you patted his cheek affectionately.

Eddie snickered, his eyes sparkling with affection, wrapping his ringed fingers around your wrist to hold you, “Thanks,” he said, before leaning in to kiss you again.

He pulled away this time, just sitting there admiring your whole getup on that Friday night. Meanwhile, you tried to play it cool, eyes drifting over his chest where the white t-shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps and accentuated his broad shoulders.

Maybe the damn thing was new, but it was different from what he usually wore. Of course, he looked good in anything, whether it was the rented tux he wore on prom night, his usual club t-shirt, or his Corroded Coffin tee—but this was a different type of nice.

Eddie caught you, observant of the way he hadn’t caught your eyes for a few seconds, as they were too busy focusing on his chest. When you did eventually meet his eyes, you blinked fiercely, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“What are you looking at?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You felt your face flush, trying to come up with a clever response to conceal your gawking, but jeez, you didn’t have any intention of not letting him know how good he was looking.

“You look really handsome tonight,” you managed to say, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

He grinned, looking down at his outfit. “Thanks, I wanted to look my best for you,” he said, before graciously adding, “But I think you’re the one stealing the show with those red lips.”

Blushing at the compliment, you felt a warm sensation spread through your body. “Well, I wanted to look good for you too,” you said, before leaning in for another kiss.

In the few weeks that you and Eddie had been seeing each other, this was a recurring theme. Getting lost in kisses and innocent gazes that flowed with the passing time. Sure, maybe others would call it, “complicated” or weird, with what you two had going on, but you both seemed to be content with what it was.

Calling it what you two wanted.

Eddie pinched his eyes tightly, when a small whine escaped your mouth when he nibbled on the bottom of your lip. Being here with you was already doing things to him, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say fuck tonight’s set and spend the rest of the night with you here in your driveway making out like stereotypical teenagers.

But, shit, Eddie did promise to perform a few songs for you and even worked in a metal version of Madonna into the setlist that he was going to surprise you with. You two would be able to share way more kisses later on in the night.

He pulled away, breathless and smiling, a mirroring image of you doing the same, “I think we better get going before I lose all self-control,” Eddie said smirked, kissing your hand before allowing you to wipe off the ruby red stain on his lips.

The drive to the Hideout was peaceful, accompanied by the conversation that you and Eddie shared over his bandmates and your nervousness meeting them. You’d only ever seen them in the halls and cafeteria when you were too busy staring at Eddie and they’d nudge him, making you blush and tear your eyes away.

His best kept oath: you.

Despite his friend’s urges to know who you were and why you were staring at Eddie so goddamn much, he never revealed a peep about the two of you out of respect. Instead settling for the short and sweet answer: “She’s a pretty girl and I’m a pretty boy—nothing wrong with admiring each other.”

You knew Eddie had really great friends, ones that were protective of him for good reason. They were an extension of his very limited family and you loved that you had the privilege of getting to be in his life. You just hoped that his friends knew you had good intentions with him.

But Eddie assured you, squeezing the flesh of your exposed thigh, doing his best to keep his wild eyes between you and the road. He knew his friends would warm up to you and it would only take a simply meeting to have them knowing that you were the girl that Eddie couldn’t shut up about.

And so when you two finally arrived at The Hideout, there was no hesitancy from either of you when you intertwined your hands walking into the bar. It wasn’t fully packed, but there were a decent amount of people there, most likely to enjoy a few drinks on the Friday evening, but little did they know they’d be graced with Hawkins’ own Corroded Coffin.

“You guys get your own dressing room?” Your voice was full of surprise when Eddie passed the stage and headed down the dim hallway.

He laughed, kissing the side of your head innocently, as he clutched your hand, “It’s more like a storage room, but dressing room sounds a lot cooler.”

Instinctively, your head leaned into his shoulder, nudging him adoringly while you looked up past your lashes and your smile glimmered past the dark, “Soon you’ll have a real dressing room and plenty of groupies wanting to come inside.”

He rolled his eyes, dropping your hand as you two finally came full stop in front of a door with clattering going on in the inside.

“I don’t want the groupies,” His voice was low and sultry, taking the time to lace his arms across your back, pulling your front towards him where your arms wrapped around his neck, “not unless it’s you.”

You tiptoed, almost face to face with Eddie now, close enough to feel his smokey breath fanning over your face, “I don’t think I qualify as a groupie, smooth talker.” You teased.

The two of you shared a laugh before you initiated the kiss, closing the space between your lips. So wrapped up in each other arms, you didn’t notice the door creaking open until there was a clearing of someone’s throat.

You yelped, pulling away from him, and letting your cheek rest in his chest as his friends crowded the door, shellshocked and intrigued by the scene, “Sorry to interrupt.”

You were borderline sheepish, cursing at yourself for getting caught up in the moment with lipstick now all over Eddie’s face and most likely smudged all over yours, too. Thank god you brought a touch up.

But Eddie was far from ashamed, proudly drawing you closer and lifting your feet off the ground of a couple of centimeters as you screeched, holding him tighter.

“This is my girl,” He introduced you with a smile from ear to ear, only letting go of your hand when his bandmates stepped forward to shake yours as he watched with pride.

You instantly felt welcomed despite the intrusive moment that passed quickly. They invited you in—Jeff pushing a box of tissues into Eddie’s chest so he could clean up his face and Gareth pointing to the small mirror hung up on the wall so you could touch up your lipstick.

Kevin was the one who smiled at you through the mirror’s reflection, slinging his arms roughly around your boy. “You’ve got him whipped. We’ve never seen this side of him before.”

You’ve never been like this before, either.

Being able to let this guy so freely into your life and allowing yourself to be immersed into his. It was a new yet comfortable feeling, one that you hoped would never burn out.

Eddie shrugged him off, making his way towards you, rest his chin on your shoulder and admiring you in the mirror before flicking his eyes back up to his friends, “Shut up and tune your instruments.”

Their banter was lighthearted and harmless as they messed around in the cramped space and learned more about you. That is before Eddie had led you back out to the main part of the bar, securing you a front-row seat in front of the stage.

You were in awe the entire set, hips moving the music and hair tossing around as you jumped up and down. Eddie was a complete natural on stage—his voice, the way his fingers jumped over the frets of his guitar, and his presence blowing you away.

He glanced at you in between songs, trying to get a grip on his self-control because all he really wanted to do was pull you up on stage and kiss you in front of everyone. You’re the first girl he had ever invited to one of his shows like this, and you were doing more than just enjoying yourself but showing him that he was good at what did.

“Thank you, goodnight everyone!” Eddie strummed his guitar one finally time before shooting you a wink as he and the band exited the stage.

He instantly came to find you, now moved along at the small stairs leading up to the platform. You were glowing with pride, arms opened wide until he closed the expanse, engulfing you in his cages and lifting you off the ground.

“You fucking killed it, babe!” You shrieked in his ear, making him and his friends laugh as he carried you through the small space and up to the bar where he sat you down on one of the chairs.

When you retracted from his neck, your fingers brushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead and pecked his lips, “Did’y like the Madonna song?”

He wiggled his brows as you giggled and nodded your head enthusiastically, “I fucking loved it, I never thought you would play—”

“Madonna!? Holy shit, Munson, you didn’t tell us you’d do Madonna!”

Behind him was a woman and another guy. Eddie let his hands fall from you, his body turning around to meet the two, immediately hugged by the girl. Her arms linked around his neck like you just had a moment ago. He hugged her back tightly as he did to you moments ago.

A twinge of jealously now replaced your pride watching how easily he got comfortable with her. When they finally pulled away, Eddie turned back to you, grabbing your hand and holding it up for them to see.

“Babe, this is Robin and Steve. Guys, this is my girl.”

She reached forward, a big smile on her face as she introduced herself while you shook her hand, trying not to crush it hard and show you were territorial over Eddie. Steve opted for a wave and smile, nudging Eddie and saying, “You never said you had a girlfriend?”

You and Eddie laughed off that comment. Or at least you tried to.

And Steve was right, Eddie himself never said you were his girlfriend or that he was your boyfriend. You didn’t want to seem clingy or possessive because that wasn’t your right, but it was eating you up inside.

Watching at how Robin would occasionally poke at Eddie’s arms and sides, rolling her eyes at his jokes and sometimes laughing a bit too loud. Eddie didn’t seem to have any intentions on stopping her more than friendly actions, instead entertaining them and sometimes doing the same to her.

You wondered if there’s more between her, and Eddie than he was letting on.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Eddie waved goodbye to the two as he took your hand and led you outside to the parking lot to head back to his van. You had barely engaged in the conversation back inside there and he assumed you wanted to leave—you sure as hell did.

You both sat in silence on the way home, but not the comfortable kind. The kind that could be cut with a knife and served on a cold, lonely plate.

Eddie cleared his throat, glancing at your blank stare out of the windshield with your arms crossed over your chest and a scowl poorly concealed beneath your features.

“Everything okay, doll? You’ve been quiet for a while.” He took another concerned glance, watching the way you crossed your legs over one another but faced it opposite of him.

You only murmured, shaking your head and saying in a monotone voice, “I’m fine, just tired…was a long night.”

He wasn’t buying it…you were never this quiet on car rides home, but he didn’t want to push it, so he decided to change the subject to something a little more lively.

“What did you think of the Madonna song? Was it up to par?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, finally tearing your eyes away from the window and looking at him, “It was great. I really liked it…Robin seemed to love it even more.”

The venom in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie who instantly picked up on the tone when you mentioned his friend’s name.

He looked at you with a hint of confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that she seemed really excited about it. Very excited, actually.” You explained, avoiding eye contact with him.

Eddie furrowed his brows slightly, fingers clenching and unclenching around the steering wheel as he tried to read you, “And that bothers you?”

“Of course not,” You scoffed, finally meeting his glance with a glare before you turned away.

The rest of the car ride was uncomfortably quiet and stiff. Eddie turned up the radio, hoping that some music would ease the tension, but it didn’t. And you were cold, whole body turned away from his, and your eyes staring out of the window as the streetlights passed by in a blur.

As you two finally turned into his trailer park, your mood seemed to darken even more, clicking your seatbelt off before he even got to his trailer and almost ready to hop out the car before he put it in park.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please?” Eddie finally said, turning off the ignition.

You exhaled heavily, “I’m fine, Eddie.”

He watched you open the passenger door, hopping out without a word before you slammed it shut. You were already waiting by the trailer door when he finally got out and locked up the van.

Your foot tapped against the creaky wood, waiting as he grumbled and unlocked the front door to let you in first. You brushed past him, toeing off your boots and harshly shrugging off your leather jacket and tossing it on the couch along with your purse.

The tension was palpable—tenser than it was in the van.

You made a beeline for his room, just wanting to sleep off your simmering jealousy and ignore the questioning looks he was shooting you. But ignoring him only fueled his desire to know what was going on in your head.

“Baby, talk to me…did I say something?” His voice pleading as he trailed behind you through the narrow hallway.

You ignored him, rolling your eyes, as you pushed his door open, “Did I not say anything?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do.” You let out, dropping yourself on his bed where you closed your eyes.

He let out a sound, a stuttered-like one that was trying to go back in time to think about what could have possibly gotten you this upset. He tried—he went over every single thing he did after his set that could’ve ticked you off but he couldn’t find anything. All he remembered was getting drowned in praises as he carried you to the bar before Steve and—oh.

“R-Robin? Are you jealous of Robin?” His voice was questionable, yet you couldn’t miss the strained laugh that died at the back of his throat when he asked you about it.

That just seemed to set you off even more, as you forced yourself off his bed onto your elbows and faced him. “Are you seriously asking me that? She was all fucking over you!”

Your voice was fierce, eyes glaring up at him through your lashes. You didn’t want to be this way, bubbling over with resentment over something so petty. But you really liked Eddie—more than friends and more than friends with whatever the hell was going between you and him.

He was taken aback, snapping his neck and squinting over you at your sudden brutality. He’d never seen you so angry before and to be quite honest, it caused a simmering of worry to start producing in his stomach. No girl had ever felt like this towards him, and this was new.

All of it was new to him—but the sort of newness that was reinvigorating, the kind that reassured him that you really did like him the way that he liked you. But right now it wasn’t about being shocked at your feelings, but trying to get your feelings to settle. To reassure you.

“She’s just a friend, I swear.” He sought to soothe the situation and the anger smoldering inside you, but it only seemed to make it worse.

Just a friend? You kept replaying the moments in your head and how that made you feel when you saw him and Robin acting just the like you two.

“Well, she seemed pretty interested in you.” You snapped back, wrenching your arms over one another as your icy demeanor stayed intact.

His own emotions flared at your accusation, stepping back from you with his hands on his hips, “What are you trying to say? That I’m a liar? That I don’t like you?”

You sat up fully on his bed, scooting up to the foot as you scowled, “I never said that. But you didn’t even seem to notice that she was practically drooling over you.”

“I didn’t notice because it’s not true,” Eddie responded firmly stepping a bit closer, letting his arms fall to his sides, “I only have eyes on you, but I won’t tolerate you accusing me over something like that if you won’t try to have a civilized conversation with me.”

Your scowl deliberately faded as you blinked. You didn’t mean to get so heated, and you hated that you were taking it out on him with your emotions rather than just telling him how you felt. And this was partly because you were terrified about what was to come.

Ever since you and Eddie had begun hanging out more casually than not, you couldn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. But what if you were just a fun little thing in his eyes? What if this entire situation was just to fill Eddie’s time and he never really actually liked you the way that you liked him?

“I—I’m sorry,” Your voice was cool now, views traveling down to your hands where you fiddled with them guiltily.

You continued, “I didn’t mean to blow up like that…it’s just that—Robin…seeing you with her made me feel jealous, but I know I shouldn’t feel that way because we aren’t even dating.”

He gulped, a half relieved sigh leaving his body as he finally made the move to settle beside you, taking your hands in his. His thumbs rubbing your knuckles back and forth before nudging your chin with his forehead, prompting you to finally meet his eyes with yours.

“Hey, you have every right to feel jealous, but I promise you on everything in my life…I’m not interested in anyone else.” He paused, watching the way your eyes glazed over with forgiveness and understanding, “M’sorry for making you feel like that…I never wanted to do that to you.”

The beating of your heart going so fast as you listened, “I want to be with you. Only you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness and comfort, clutching his hands in yours as you asked just to be sure it was real, “R-Really?”

He laughed, nodding his head as he let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks, pressing a kiss to both of them before pulling away and asking the most important question you’d heard all night.

“Would you make me the luckiest guy in Hawkins and be my girl? Officially?”

You giggled, closing your eyes as you nodded, pressing your face forward to kiss his lips, letting yourself melt against him as your mouths moved in tandem so naturally. When you pulled away, you opened your eyes, his following suite, “That means yes, by the way.”

Eddie chuckled, kissing your lips once more, letting them move on their own accord as your fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer. For once in your life, Eddie was the only man that ever made you feel like this, so infatuated and safe in a way that was warming.

Normally, you didn’t prioritize romantic ties with anyone, but that was before Eddie. Before you realized that, it could feel like home with the right person, even if it was just a guy you met a few weeks ago. Someone who could make you feel better and ease every little worrying thought with a simple apology and sweet nothings.

He asked about what you liked and didn’t like. He got you to tell him about your deepest and darkest fears along with some of the silliest things you're scared of. He always respected your boundaries and never pushed you further than you liked. He made you feel comfortable, yet the butterflies never stop swirling in the pit of your stomach every time you saw him.

He was yours and you wanted to show him just how much you were his.

“E-Eds,” you moaned fluttering lashes as you felt him move his lips down to your neck—sucking and biting on your skin, knowing the exact spot that got you to produce pretty sounds for him.

You both had never gone all the way just yet. The most that you two did was partaking in heated make out sessions with curious hands sneaking over each other’s clothes. You weren’t a virgin, and you knew Eddie had sex a few times before, but it was even more nerve-racking, finally being ready to go all the way with a guy you really liked.

“Eddie,” you said a bit more firmly, prompting him to immediately pull away from your neck, a reddish purple kiss already beginning to form under your skin.

His eyes did a one over your face, trying to see if you were okay—if he pushed too far this time, in the heat of the moment.

“You okay? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, eyes innocently doeing up at him while you bit your lip, trying to get the right words to come to your head so that you could just spit them out.

“I—I’m ready…I want us to have sex, only if you want to though.”

He smiled softly, turning his head to kiss your wrist where your hands were still tangled in his roots. Eddie was more than content spending the night with you cuddled up in his chest, pressing innocent kisses between each other, but if you were ready, then so was he.

“You sure? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby.” He assured you, removing your hand from his hair and intertwining them together.

You smiled, nodding your head assuringly as you scooted closer to him, “I’m sure…I want you, please?”

The moon lit up his dim room like it was the goddamn grand-stage with a beauty like you sitting on his bed. He couldn’t help but want to brag that a girl like you—someone so kind, funny, and understanding like you would ever want to be with a guy like him.

“Eds…” you whispered, untangling your hands from his as you cupped his face, noticing he was staring blankly at you, “w-we don’t have to do anything? No pressure at—”

He silenced you with a kiss. A bruising, passionate one that had your fingers tangling in his messy hair, tugging him closer as you opened your mouth wider granting his permission to explore. Your hands did some exploring of their own, letting go of his roots and trailing your hands down his chest, beneath the hem of his shirt and feeling his warm skin underneath it.

You had memorized the indentations of his toned body, fingertips sailing over the skin until they settled on his chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat over your tips.

A breath of fresh air came into your body as he pulled away, both of your mouths glistening with saliva as you caught your breath while he worked slowly now, moving his lips to your neck, peppering delicate kisses then and along your jaw.

“You mean so much to me,” He mumbled under your ear where he pressed a sweet kiss, causing you to moan his name, “let me show you how much you mean to me, doll.”

“Please, Eds…need you so bad.” You murmured, closing your eyes as he sucked on the skin—your bottom lip caught between your teeth with whimpers escaping as you knew a hickey would be there tomorrow.

Eventually he let go of your skin with a pop licking over the bruised area for good measure and smacking a kiss before he retracted from you entirely. Standing up, he admired you as he shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it behind him as he watched you inhale deeply with every move he made.

His eyes never let up on, watching how shy you had gotten all of a sudden. Your face tucked into your shoulder a small smile quirked up on your lips and your legs crossing over each other, “It’s just me baby, no need to be shy.” He murmured, walking closer to you as his fingers worked his belt off and his fly open.

“I know…I just want it to be good for you.” You said meekly, tucking your face into his shoulder as he lingered over you.

He was so fucking lucky.

“Sweets,” His tone instantly consoling, as he pulled you away, hands coming to clutch your cheeks as he stared deeply into yours, getting your attention, “Anything with you is going to be good, alright? Just relax and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

You were so fucking lucky.

“Is it ok if I take this off?” His fingers chased down the flimsy strap of your dress where it practically already hung off your shoulder.

You nodded your head, smiling as you leaned forward and pecked his lips, feeling a grin spread on his face. “You can take it off.”

The silky material of your dress cascaded off your body as he dragged it down by the straps. A small shiver came over you as your bare chest met the cold air of his trailer, but he warmed you up instantly as one of his hands cradled your ribcage.

“So pretty, baby.”

Your dress now laid on the floor, letting yourself be nearly bare in front of him for the first time. Eddie looked hesitant at first, gawking at your chest, then back to your face, then back to your chest before—

“You can touch them, Eds.” You assured him, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling his hand up higher until they settled over your breasts, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth feeling his touch on your sacred skin.

His breath hitched for a second, your nipples hardening up under his palms as your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened as you breathed deeply—he was obsessed with how you looked right now.

“Perfect, doll.” His praises were like music to your ears, leading you to sink deeper and deeper into the ocean of pleasure that you knew Eddie would take you to in a matter of moments.

His lips kissed the exposed skin of your chest—sucking, nipping, and licking every piece of you with need and desire as his hands worked your tits, pinching, twisting, and flicking.

“C-can I do something?” You were breathless, already on the brink of stimulation just by his touch. It was insane how easily you turned into putty in his hands. But you couldn’t say you were surprised.

Eddie always knew what you liked and how you liked it.

You could feel the delicate skin he sucked on, swelling in his mouth before he pulled away with a pop, darting his eyes up at you, twinkling innocently as if he wasn’t coating your skin in hickies.

“Anything you want, sweets.” He said, and a smile appeared on your face, ducking your head down to meet his lips as your hands twisted in his t-shirt.

Deepening the kiss by the second, you were able to use his shirt as leverage to usher him up to the bed with you, while your feet met the fuzzy carpeted floors before sinking to your knees, feeling your silky dress beneath your skin.

“Can I?” Your fingers hovered over his already open fly as he nodded his head with a soft smile.

He helped you work his jeans off his legs as the heavy material laid next to your knees and then he worked off his t-shirt, rumpling it up and tossing to towards the side.

He was ridiculously hard already, and the tent in his boxers was proving your theory correct as your hands shakily pampered at his member over the material. You’d only went down on one of your ex’s, so it was safe to say that your experience in this region wasn’t necessarily the best, but you wanted to try for Eddie.

“Will you tell me if I do something wrong?” You gulped, proceeding to rub your hand up and down his length, aware of his knee bumping up and down and his chest down the same.

His hazy demeanor swiftly waned as his gaze met your eyes. A warm flush over your cheeks and your endearing eyes coated with nervousness and reluctance. “You’re gonna do so good, baby. My good girl, I promise.”

The praise was like another wave coursing through your body, heading straight for your center. Your fingers went to the elastic band of his boxers, working it off of his body and tossing it somewhere behind you, as you swallowed thicky and wrapped your fingers around his hardened length.

He was big, but you already knew that. After countless hours spent on his lap grinding while you two made out, you knew it was going to take a little more time to get him to fit.

A pearl of pre-cum sat at the tip of his cock and it made your mouth water. Without thinking, you went for it, licking the salty bead, swallowing with a satisfied hum as your lips kissed his tip.

“H-holy shit,” Eddie sighed gingerly, keeping his eyes glued to you, watching how you smiled up at him before finally encasing his cock inside of your mouth.

The first contact of your tongue with Eddie’s rock hard length had him gripping the sheets. His knuckles were already turning white while his stomach stiffened in and out, reveling in the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

Warming yourself up, you pulled off of his length and veered to alternating between licking long stripes on the underside of his cock to short kitten licks towards his tip, aware of the scratching noises of Eddie nails scouring against his mattress.

You pulled off for a second, “Am I doing good, Eds?” You blinked up at him innocently, hand moving from its own accord from his glistening length to his balls, rolling them in your saliva coated palm.

“Yeah, baby – shit – really good,” Eddie confessed lovingly through harsh breaths.

He got ahold of himself, releasing the bunched up sheets in his hand and letting it fall to your face softly where his thumb stroked the high point of your cheek where your eyes were fixated on his while your hands continued to work, “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” Your voice dripping with sweetness so much so that it made his heart swell being so enraptured by you.

Your lips encased his cock again, bobbing your head up and down his length getting a rhythm going as your fingers worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His finger tips fell from your cheek and instead, enmeshed themselves in your hair, not gripping too hard or too soft, but just enough the guide and encourage you.

“Such a good girl,” you heard him coo underneath his breath, and you looked up to see his eyes closed, and he continued, “Such a good girl, baby.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, humming at the praise causing shockwaves to bounce off his cock, while one of your hands trailed down your own body and in between your thighs. Fingers dipping beneath the lace of your thong and meeting the wetness and warmth that had been pooling since you and Eddie had begun making out.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered more praises, “Your lips feel fuckin’ heavenly.”

You continued your movement—mouth bringing Eddie pleasure while your fingers rubbed your clit, searching for your own relief. You were surrounded by everything, Eddie. Your senses overload with his touch, his scent, his taste—everything so fucking intoxicating.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Eddie hissed, voice deliciously deep. Your eyes opened, peering up at him to his sights not trained on your mouth or fist wrapped around his cock, but below you where your other hand was deep inside your panties and fingers stalled against your clit.

“I need you, baby, c’mon” He grimaced nonchalantly as he pulled you off his cock.

His member twitching as he watched the trail of spit connect between his length and your lips. Your mouth was coated in your spit and his essence, a combination so sweet that you wished you got to taste all of him. Your red lipstick now a faded mess over your swollen lips.

You caught your breath, using your the back of your hand to wipe away the wetness before plopping a final kiss to the tip of Eddie’s cock, just before he groaned and lifted you up off the floor and to the bed to join him.

“You were going to make me cum y’know that?” He told you, letting his lips briefly meet yours before pulling away.

You smirked, fingers tracing his jawline as you whispered, “Will you cum in my mouth next time?”

He pressed his eyes shut. You were a dream come fucking true, “Whatever you want, doll.”

“Want you to fuck me right now…please?”

His eyes opened, glancing down as he watched how desperately your core grounded against his thigh. He could feel your wetness leaving a sweet trail behind on his skin as the flimsy lace shifted with every thrust and twist of your hips.

Eddie’s hands came to still your movement, squeezing your waist as he moved you to lay flat on his bed and he stayed at your side, “Gotta get you ready first, sweets.”

You whined, forehead pressed together as your eyes glazed over, “But—but I’m really turned on, Eddie and I need to feel you inside me so bad, please, I swear I can—”

Startled by your rapid speech and the way your body continued to writhe, he eased you instantly, “Shhh, shhh, calm down baby,” One of his hands smoothed out the hair on your head, and his lips caught your lips gently, “Y’gotta relax, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Trust me ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

“O-Okay…I trust you, I’m sorry.” You replied, biting your lip embarrassingly until Eddie shook his head, kissing the top of your forehead and shooting you a reassuring look.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” His hands caressed down your body, until they got to your thong, toying with the lace, teasingly, “You’re just a little work up, right sugar? Just want me to satiate your needs?”

Eddie slowly pulled the material down your legs and off your ankles, humming as he let it drop. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your legs instantly parted for him, letting your head relax against his pillows. You could feel his fingertips kneading your inner thighs as he got closer and closer to your heat. You could have just canted your hips up to finally get the craving you’d been needing, but you wanted to be good for him—Eddie’s good girl.

And your patience seemed to pay off because the second his fingers ran over your soaking folds, you moaned loudly, indulging in every single bit of pleasure that he was bringing you.

“So fucking wet, baby. Who made you like this? Can you tell me, baby? Pretty please?”

His voice was condescendingly hot, and you were pretty sure it was a flood down there with each word that left his mouth, “You! You…Eddie, you made me — ohmygod — made me this wet.”

A short chuckle left his mouth as he finally let one of his fingers slip inside of you while he thumbed your clit. His single finger was able to reach a depth of you that your tiny ones never got to. And he was insanely quick to learn how you liked it, hooking in and pulling your pleasure like it was nothing as he worked another digit in deeply.

“Oh god, Eds,” you moaned, starting to wriggle around the bed, letting your fingers twist in the bedsheets.

“So tight, sweets—gonna fucking. ruin. me.” he whispered.

Hovering over your shaking body and nipping at the curve of your shoulder, he continued, “Thought about this sweet pussy for so long. Have you been thinking of my cock deep inside you, baby?”

“Y-yes.” You gasped when his fingers began to fuck you harder, hitting your g-spot with every single push.

“How long, baby? Tell me how long you’ve been wanting me inside of you.” he continued.

Your pussy clenched at his fingers, and he started to move them faster. Pushing deeper into you, fingers pushing down, seeking, “Since prom! Wanted you to f-fuck me, so bad.”

“You should have told me, doll.” He voice low in your ear as he nipped the side of your neck, holding you as you began to tremble.“You know I would have taken such good care of you.”

You were positive that if you would have told Eddie you wanted him to fuck you on the prom night when you two had met that he would have rocked your world. You wished you did. But the wait was worth it, because after so much longing and dreaming about this moment, it was so much sweeter, dirtier, and hotter than you could have ever imagined.

“B-baby,” you cried out, hands clutching at the covers as your legs shook, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Good girl,” he encouraged, sitting upright as his fingers continued their onslaught, “Cum for me, doll”

“Eddie!” you wailed, pussy pulsing around his fingers, the wetness of your orgasm coating his digits as he let you ride out your high.

A soft chuckle left his lips as his free hand smoothed over your stomach, feeling the twitching of your body as you came down from your orgasm. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, while whispering soft words to ease the emptiness you desperately wanted him to fill back up, “Gotta taste this sweet pussy.”

You cracked your eyes open from the stellar haze, a blurred image of him sucking your juices off his fingers before it cleared up, making you moan once again, making grabby hands at his thigh which signalled him in for a longing kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, something so vulgar, but you wanted more.

“Will you fuck me now, Eds? Pretty please?” You whimpered against his lips.

He nodded, kissing your lips again, “What are you comfortable with baby? I can be on top if you want.”

You swallowed thickly, partly to get rid of the dryness in your throat from the moaning, but also because you wanted to try something with him that you’d never tried before, “C-can I be on top? I’ve never done it…but—but you can be on top if you—”

His lips shut you up, as he moved back to press his back against the pillows and headboard, dragging you with him. You were now poising over his lap before he pulled away, letting you catch your breath from the suddenness, “I’ll guide you, doll, and if you want to switch just let me know alright? Don’t hesitate.”

His voice was reassuring, letting you know that there was nothing to be nervous or scared about when it came to you, him, and sex. That he would do anything to make sure you were comfortable first and that pleasing you was his number one priority. You were pretty sure you could cum again just at the thought of how sweet he was.

“Okay,” You smiled slightly, letting your hands grip at his shoulders as you lowered yourself, first letting your wetness gliding over his cock which had the both of you squeezing each other’s skin and moaning his and your name.

“Nice and slow, sweetheart.” He whispered, watching as you decided to reach back to guide his tip over your entrance. His fingertips never left your waist as he hummed and nodded approvingly, as you gradually lowered yourself inch by inch slowly and steadily.

It was taking everything in him not to squeeze your hips too hard, not wanting to hurt you or bruise up your skin, but your tightness just encased him in a way that was earth shatteringly divine. He hissed, keeping his eyes open to watch yours flutter close as soft whimpers and moans escaped your mouth.

“Good girl, baby, taking me so — fucking, hell — taking me so good. Such a pretty girl, taking my cock.” He groaned, clenching your hips as his breath hastened with every pulse your pussy made around him.

“So deep…you’re so big inside me, E-Eds.” You opened your eyes looking down, surprised to see that there was still a few inches of him that you had left to take.

He was so big…a little too big, but you wanted all of him. Every single inch you could get.

“Will you hold my hands, babe?” You sighed desperately let your hands fall from his shoulders, relying on your knees to keep you up as you needed to feel him holding you closer.

He murmured lovingly, withdrawing his hands from your waist and intertwine his fingers with yours, “Better, sweets?”

“Uh huh, much better,” you whispered, finding the confidence to take the rest of him, shutting your eyes as you felt so full with every inch “Oh fuck, it feels amazing.”

“For me, too,” Eddie managed through deep breaths and resisting the urge to thrust up into you, knowing this was about you, “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby…”

Your head was spinning from the fullness and you were sure if you pressed down on your belly you could feel just how deep he was inside of you. The sense of euphoria already was seething in your bloodstream and you were sure Eddie was about to take you to another level of high. You needed a moment to stay there, get used to the way he stretched you open because before you knew it, the pleasure was going to be too much for you to handle on your own.

“L-Like this?” You found it in you to open your eyes to meet his, filled with just the same amount of lust and desire, if not more.

Your hips moved against his, differentiating among grinding to shallow movements of up and down, the tip of his cock kissing the spot inside of you that had you mewling and moaning.

“Just like that, doll.” His lips jerked forward, enclosing them around your nipple, biting and flicking the sensitive buds that got you moving a bit faster—more of his length leaving your entrance before you slammed back down with a high-pitched moan, “Doing so good baby, like a goddamn angel.”

“Oh, my god!” You threw your head back and arching your back as the pleasure became more and more intense with each bounce.

You were a sight for sore eyes—his eyes only.

Your tits moved up and down with your bouncing. Your chest and neck were covered in his purplish-blue love bites. Your hair was a tousled, gorgeous mess from where his fingers were tangled only minutes ago. Your legs were shaking on either side of him, but your pace never let up. Your stomached bulged with the intrusion of his length every time you sat flush with his cock deep inside of you. Your fingers tightened against his. And your mouth, letting out the unholy heavenly sounds of an angel sent from above just for him.

“Perfect fucking pussy, baby,” He muttered fervently, feeling every flutter you let out around his painfully hard cock. Everything about you was fucking perfect, “This pussy was made for me sweets, just for me. S’fucking tight and sweet.”

The dirty words only spurred your hips to move faster, wanting and needing to feel him deeper, to bring the both of you pleasure. But you were starting to get overwhelmed. His happy trail, rubbing against your clit, heightening your pleasure. His heavy balls slapping your ass every time your ass met his thighs. It was so good, but almost too good that you couldn’t get a hold of it.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you, sweat glistening over your body as the moon shone in and illuminated every inch of your skin. You were already so fucked out, and he could tell just by the way your body began to fall limp and your bouncing faltered every so often. The hold you had on his fingers loosened up, and he knew from he tell-tale signs that he was going to need to take over.

“Fuck! P-please, Eds…give it t-to me, please,” The low whine erupted from your mouth as you fell forward, forehead resting against his while your arms wrapped around his neck, needing his body closer than ever.

He didn’t hesitate, nodding against you, as his arms wrapped around his body and finally he thrusted up into you, “I got you, baby. Just relax and take it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

From this position and with Eddie in charge, he was able to get deeper, hitting the spot inside of you over and over again, as you shut your eyes tightly and bit your lip with a strained squeal, leaving you. Eddie’s breath fanned over your face, praises directly spoken to you, so sweet and obscene, coming from the only man who could do and give it to you right.

“Just like that! Please don’t stop, Eds… right there!” You stuffed your face into his neck, crying out in pleasure with your fingers pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck ever so slightly, trying not to hurt him.

“Not gonna stop, baby.” He guaranteed you, groaning as he gripped your ass in his hands, pounding you harder and deeper as your moans in his ears fueled him further, “Not gonna stop until you're cumming around me.”

It was so much better with Eddie in control, not that you didn’t like being in control of your movements, but Eddie just knew. Knew exactly how to get you shaking and panting without even trying too hard. And you could tell he was putting you first, rutting into with slow and deep thrusts a contrast between your fast and rhythmic bounces.

“That’s the spot baby?” he buzzed, nipping at your earlobe, easily finding the little spot that reduced you to shambles. He pushed his cock further, holding his breath, the pulsing and writhing of your body nearly pushing him over the edge. But you came first—always.

One of his hands left your skin to trail up your spine, tangling in your hair to pull you away from the crook of his neck to get you to meet his eyes. Yours were a mix of cloudy and emblazoned at the same time, under the spell of everything that Eddie was.

“Awww sweetheart,” He cooed lowly, licking his lips at the sight of your fucked out self, “You close, doll? I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Mhmm…” You cried out, knitting your brows in concentration as you focused on the feeling of your high teetering closer with every single breath you took, trying to ground yourself, “So close, Eddie…m’close p-please let me cum. P-please, baby.”

You were more than willing to beg, wanting nothing more than to let Eddie control every ounce of your pleasure. And, Eddie, thought your begging was out of this world, something that could make him burst right now, but he didn’t want you to beg. At least not tonight.

“Don’t have to beg for it baby, do it for me, please?” He pushed his forehead forward to meet his, staring deeply into your ocean of colors, he could practically see the fireworks erupting and short circuiting as you moaned noisily, “Let me see you cum, sweetheart…be a good girl and let go.”

And that was all it took for you to cum, wailing and moaning as you unraveled, and your orgasm hitting you so hard and fast, you could almost feel your whole body heating up and energy draining with each wave of pleasure that burst through you. Eddie’s thrusts were never stopping, reducing you to a slumped, eyes rolled back soul as you let the feeling eat you up whole.

“Motherfucker, m’close doll,” Eddie growled as you continued to squeeze down on his cock, pussy clenching over and over again as you took a shaky breath, wanting him to cum for you—to feel the same high he made you feel.

Your eyes fluttered close for a moment, voices in your head telling you to focus, to get Eddie there, “P-please, Eddie, want you to cum so bad.”

Finally, you snapped them open, meeting his lips with a tantalizing, searing kiss, biting his delicate skin, just enough to make the hair on his arms and neck stand up. You were intoxicated on pleasure—the feeling coursing through your veins and you were pretty sure you were more than able to release again.

Anything for Eddie.

You breathed slowly, taking in the view of Eddie’s forehead and brows scrunched in concentration, causing a gasp to rip out of you every so often as his length hit the deepest part of you, “I-I was so good for you, Eds, don’t you think I deserve your cum?”

“S-shit, you can’t say that kind of stuff, doll,” He panted, shaking his head, trying to get ahold on himself, as perspiration beaded on his forehead, his limbs quaking as he was getting closer and closer guided by your voice.

“Cum inside me, Eddie” you panted nodding your head to give him the permission, “Want every. drop. inside of me…please baby.”

Your fingers rattling as they combed through his hair tugging him in to close the space for a kiss. He grunted in surprise at the fervency shown by your lips and tongue. Your legs used whatever energy they had left, meeting his thrusts from below you and ignoring the burn in your bones.

Eddie moans intertwined with your own sounds as he felt your walls convulsing around him once more. His length burrowed deep inside you with shallow thrusts and he knew the both of you were near again. “Cum with me, doll…one more sweetheart.”

And that was all it took—your moans being swallowed up in his mouth as reached your third earth shattering high of the night with your man nestled deep inside you.

Eddie’s cock twitching and then spurting once, twice, three times inside of you as his warm cum spread deep within you as you sighed, with him muttering profanity against your lips, “Sweetheart, you’re so perfect….so fucking perfect princess…”

His bedroom now filled with the sounds of both of your heavy breathing and the light wind brushing in through his windows. Sticky skin clung to each other as you basked in the moment in each other arms where you had collapsed into his chest, his rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears.

His warm hands dancing around your bare back, massaging and kissing your skin with sweet touches to bring you back down. But you knew that when you were with Eddie, he took you to another universe, one that you never wanted to leave.

Your own fingers felt his erratic pulse calming down where you traced the veins on his neck. His hair was a poofy mess from the humidity, but you were sure you looked just about the same, even more so, as your eyes adjusted and saw your lipstick mark peppering all over his skin.

“You’ve got lipstick all over you,” you giggled softly, brushing your thumb over the mark that you left on his collarbone.

He chuckled, bringing his palms to your face, tilting yours to face his, “Leave ‘em, I want them to know who I belong to.”

Your heart skipped a beat, remembering that Eddie was finally yours, not that he never was, but it just felt sweeter this way. “I’m yours too, Eddie.”

The two of you smiled, leaning in to share a more intimate and slowed kiss, knowing that there wasn’t anything or anyone that would come between you and this moment. When he pulled away, his fingertips nudged you back a bit, eyes trailing along your naked chest where he traced around the marks he left.

“I’m sure they’ll all know,” He commented with a smirk, making your eyes playfully roll as you settled your head back on his chest.

You two laid like that for a few more minutes. His member relaxing inside of you, making you feel like a furnace surrounded by him, the best feeling in the world, in your opinion.

“Should we shower in a little?” You suggested, voice soft as your eyes began to droop down slowly.

Eddie hummed, peering down at your sleepy state, brushing your messy hair down your back with his fingers, “In a little, doll…close your eyes and rest a bit.”

“Hmmm, okay….thank you, baby.” You whispered, letting yourself drift off to peace in his arms, a hazy dream already settling in as you felt a warm kiss placed on the top of your forehead.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He grinned, propping his chin on the top of your head as he closed his own eyes, reeling in everything that was you and perfection all in one.

With your bodies entwined you both knew that this was something special. You and Eddie were right where you both belonged. In each other’s lives and one another’s arms—a sense of completeness that would only get better and stronger with time, something that would never go out of style.

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Enchanted by the aching wounds

- (III) / (III)

Mercenary!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Harpy!F!Reader (18+)

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, slight angst, fluff, smut, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, unprotected sex, etc. #: I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRS AND THE DELAY, don't really know why this part is kinda cheesy but please enjoy.

Wordcount: 5k3

19th century vocabs (if needed):

Pap(s): Nipple(s)

Meater: A coward

Blimey(!): An expression of surprise

(A) footman: (A) servant

Brass hat: Train conductor

Don’t sell me a dog: Don’t lie to me

The galley: Kitchen

THE FIRST PART || THE SECOND PART

Spring

The season when the frigid white snow melts away to make way for new shoots to sprout, when the air is filled with the fresh aroma of flowers in blossom, and when any races require a roof over their heads. It used to be a sacred notion which all kinds looked forward to - a time when couples, regardless of humans, fairies, or animals, were inextricably bound together. Almost forgot, the rain, the exuberant and the prickle when the fresh drops of water blew on your skin and feathers as you tore the winds and parted the clouds upon the vast sky were indescribable.

Perhaps as the same as a lonely, barren tree bark that’s rejuvenated - you felt revived, and it should’ve been like that, it should've been the season you loathed the least.

Spring

All things proliferate, regardless of races.

You've opted to find a persuasive excuse for being absent for a few days after this last job since your estrus period, referred to as heat, has arrived and symptoms have begun to occur. If you're near mankind - species that couldn't satisfy you, you'd certainly cause harm to the gentlemen, whether unconsciously or not. But at the moment, all your attempts have gone down the drain.

Spring

Flabbergasted? The stench? Couldn't truly declare.

Crimson sprayed from your body, staining the meticulous pattern of the tiles on the garden floor. The agony did not reach your brain because your nerves were unable to respond to the abrupt slash, you suddenly lurched back and dropped to your knees, realizing that you had been ambushed because of the unclear shouting that was echoing in your eardrums which came from the other four members. Promptly reversing the gun's barrel then blasting off the foot of the goddamn douchebag in front of your sight, before your own body began to lose awareness, you raised your far-too-bloated arm to shoulder level and flicked your wrist. Your trembling fingers moved in the direction of the men, the white rose fence has been dyed with an alluring but dreadful tint aggressively protruded and crushed the bones of others rivals. 

Successfully drew the men’s attention to their backs, you crawled up and leaned your head against the wall since the icy cold of the rain made you feel nauseous more than ever.

Mother, have mercy

Your darkest dread was going to be revealed, the dirty truth you had fought to keep hidden from the One-Four-One was about to be disclosed, and the thoughts made your dizziness worse.

The blood pool kept flowing and your vision has blurry, leaving you helpless to let your ferae naturae prevailed. 

Spring

Your scales emerged out from under your smooth skin and clung around the mortal wound, as if protecting it, creating dissonant cracking or crumbling noises.

Your horns plus claws grew out, yet the coal black hue of the nails crept down to your fingers, and spikes started to pierce out before stopping when they were almost reached your elbows.

The garment was shredded pathetically as your figure and wings enlarged extraordinarily. Although you seemed unlikely to be any larger than the men, bet that your wings could clamp three like them down without any difficulties.

Your legs, the ravishing legs that Simon always cherished, have been replaced by skinny bird ones with pale skin wrapped around them.

Your far more susceptible than usual body would respond immediately with just a small stimulus, but this cut would definitely leave an unforgettable souvenir.

Witnessing the scene frightened the meater who had just attacked you, he started screaming as dashing off with his paralyzed foot. Your neck snapped in half, causing your head to twist back in a frightful angle and furious pupils poking directly into that pathetic back. In the twinkling of an eye, your levitating silhouette fleeted forward and pounced on the hapless head. Sharp talons dug deep into his skull and wrinkled facial skin before tilting it back, the corners of your lips were stretched close to your ears and your chin was pulled down as your jaw fractured, white fangs jagged in horror on your pink gums and tongue was elongated.

Ultimately, the yelling has stopped when some of your wet stray hairline dangling near the vile man to bite and yank his entire face apart.

Rain....

Thunders rumbled so loud that consciousness seized hold of your mad mind and made you dully dropped the pulseless limbs onto the damp ground.

Landing soundlessly after spitting out the mishmash in your mouth, you looked up to the ether and quivering non-stop as if you were praying to Mother Nature, begging Nak to let you off the hook and wash away your sins, knowing damn well you did not deserve Her precious tears. 

What have you done? Wasn't your craving enough to torture you? Why did everything have to end like this?

“Blimey....” The voice with a distinguished twang echoed.

Burying your teeth into your lips in order to stop the weeping, your disembodied hands wrapped solid around your shoulder blades, and your head shook in denial.

You couldn't turn back, you couldn't tell but also refused to confront the men's glimpse. Please allow you to be prone to vulnerability at this point, permit you to escape this devastating reality. You didn't want to admit but didn't want to suffer from being misunderstood either, but you lacked enough strength to undertake things proper anymore.

The sound of single-bell horns mounted on a steam locomotive and metal scraping across the rails served as an alarm. Glancing up at the mansion's turret clock, you knew this was the last trip, the train that your crew had to catch half an hour prior at a station roughly ten minutes distant by horseback from your current location.

"Damn it......Cap, we must make haste" The youngest dashed to grab the leather bag and urged the Captain.

It's already too late and topography was somewhat off your favorable side - no seashore nearby to afford a ship nor could you find any automobiles. The One-Four-One was still human, obviously their legs were not as resilient as Centaurs' and their biological physicals did not possess the gills that Sirens had to breathe underwater.

The only choice for you all was the arranged carriage on the train, and you had no intention of allowing it to stray away like that after faltering your squad.

Wiping away your tears, you stood up and shook your sodden wings. With a flap, you quickly headed towards the gentlemen and grabbed them by each foot, palms capturing the collars of the other two, avoiding the sharp claws from injuring the back of their necks. The suddenness caused Kyle and Soap to hug your hindlimbs tightly, terrified to open their eyes. Adjusting your fingers so as not to make Simon and Price breathless, you silently spread your wings and sped away, attempting not to make any excessive noises.

Finding a safe spot to land proved to be impossible, so you gently dropped the men onto the roof of the numbered train car and took off without sparring a word.

"Come back!" The blond's gruff voice barked out and he took a couple more strides forward as you remained silent, disappearing into the night.

"Ghost, we need to make our way inside…." The Captain placed his hand on the taller man's shoulder, causing his furious gaze to move downward, "….at once".

Soaked attires along with different size boots were dripping on the clean floor, the men entered their carriage right before the brass hat showed up to check their tickets. 

“This’s absurd, why did little lass not comin’ with us?” Soap’s voice cut across the carriage when they were left alone, “She’s plannin' to leave, 's she not?”  

“I believed tha’ remain to be seen” Kyle bluntly answered the eerie question. 

Price indicated them to be quiet with a finger to his lips before the talk devolved into a verbal dispute. The pensive silence made the room appear stuffy. Of course, they've noticed your abnormal behavior recently, but did not expect the outcome to be so hostile.

Your feathers shed more, you're easily startled by the slightest movement, and you started to avoid becoming acquainted with all four of them after a certain amount of time. The sleeves that you usually rolled up have been pushed down, displaying only your fingertips, although they're difficult to detect unless you're having meals together. 

Abruptly all eyes were drawn to the blond. Simon would undoubtedly have a better insight of the situation. However, this was not the ideal timing.

As Simon shut his lids and recalled the arrival of early spring, pangs of apprehension and remorse erupted inside him. You became reluctant to be near him, let alone shower together or sleep in the same bed. You refused looking him in the eyes whenever you both were in a conversation, but still, you reassured him that everything was fine.

For somebody's sake, the man wanted to punch himself so hard for not mucking in with the troubles you seemed to be undergoing. You were always there regardless of whether he had nightmares, always there if the crew needed encouragement or a soothing embrace, and always there when they sought assistance in tackling any issues. Yet when you struggled in anguish, they couldn't do anything but watch dumbfounded. 

The men had never seen this side of you before, so they were taken aback. When you brutally beheaded the footman and still managed to move gracefully while holding four adults, they wondered why the fairies agreed to secrete and allow mortals to exercise authority over their beautiful lands in the past.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

You were the crystallization of a magnificent match between a Harpy and a Faun, which explained why you've got an exquisite gift and horns that the Aborigines didn't have.

Reasons?

When only a few dispersed varieties persisted, maintenance and survival became more essential than preserving the purity of each species after countless lives were sacrificed in that grueling purge. 

Over decades, more and more bloodlines combined, and flaws began to arise. With the law preventing cross-breeding, pristine matters similar to you fairies originated for a broad spectrum of purposes. If defiled, infants would bear the pitiful results when they're born and the frightening appearance which you owned was in fact an unanticipated consequence.

To make circumstances even more severe, you were forced to endure the mating seasons exhaustively and emotionally unstable since you grew up solitary, violently in the world that was not meant for kind races such as you.

Weeks in the sun cycles and centuries among thousands of moon orbits, ended up being captured to humor the wealthy mankind 'folks' - you've found a new home, one in which you sense shielded when you return, with no tendrils and tattered pieces of sack put together haphazardly. You meet the One-Four-One and the gentlemen treated you as if you were the family's smallest daughter, you've learned that humanity was not all obnoxious. And you were taught how to love.

The man you fell for was rugged but pretty with milky scars and handsome blond hair, he's affectionate though spiteful somehow. Perhaps most importantly, he has a special place particularly for you, only you. 

It made you thrilled by the fact that you both took time confiding in each other. No matter how hesitant you were, you expected to dedicate yourself to Simon this season, claiming his endearment and expressing your sentiments. Remarkably, you've put an end to everything. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

The moonlight was immensely bright so the dismal hallway was still illuminated without oil lamps, making it even simpler to conceal his massive figure. Simon loomed at the half-closed door to your chamber, it's been over a week since you left and the man hasn't slept at all. In other words, he refused to sleep, cautious of the magnitude of what might turn out without you by his side. 

The thoughts made his knuckles white from grasping the hilt of the knife. Sliding his other arm to the doorknob, he peaked inside to find all of your drawers laying on the floor, no sign of you. When the sounds of gingerly footsteps and the bizarre whistling breezes triggered Simon's instincts, he immediately assumed, no, hoped that you’re back, only to be disappointed. 

Discreetly entering the room and staring towards the open window, the man believed that it was perhaps a bunch of thieves who fled after they couldn't obtain any valuable goods. He sheathed the dagger after tugging down the cloth that's covering his lower face, then approached the feverishly blown curtains with the intent of wrapping them up but they succeeded in falling off from his grasp. Like there was some terrible impact, the drapes fluttered and slowly fell down after obscuring the scenery outside, standing out there, bare-footed on the balcony was you - glowing underneath the marvelous silky gleam, wings flexed widely to balance.

His head whipped up and yours tipped down, burnt chestnuts struck ambers, orbs widening.

Mouths moved in sync but no speech was heard. Time seemed to halt, breathing was labored and tremulous, chest heaving and gaze unwavering. 

Silent, awfully silent. 

Simon gulped hard and remained motionless as you brushed past him through the bumpy wooden door.

“Did ye come to admonish me?” You’re avoiding his presence, your tone was flat and mockery, back turned to him.

The man’s lack of response was not intentional, rather, he wasn't sure he followed you. The chilly air around as if millions of needles were pricking every cell in his shape made him realize he was not dreaming, you’re unharmed, he silently rejoiced.

“Where 'ave ye been?” The blond cautiously whispered, answered you with another question.

You huffed and shook your head frustratedly before directing your gaze towards a mountain of a man standing unfazed behind you. Your foot rhythmically tapped the ground, sounding clearly due to the awkward solitude, causing Simon to blink perplexed at your peculiar behaviour.

“Is tha’ a threat?”

“Wha’...?” The blond frowned. He couldn't fathom what you mean by that. Not to mention the unpleasant attitude of yours which successfully edged him.

It's only a typical question adhering to your prolonged absence. And a threat, what made you think that he’s threatening you?

“Wha’ do ye mean, ye were on my mind this whole ti-” 

“Oh don’t sell me a dog” You snapped, tongue poked into your cheek from inside of your mouth. Simon appeared startled, he understood nasty comments you could make at times, but this particular instance was just too much for him. 

With two bulky arms folded across the broad chest, the man inhaled deeply and approached you slowly, steely gazes never left yours - a warning. You haven't forgotten, just because Simon has a soft spot for you did not obligate him to pamper you always. You were doing this on purpose, and you knew he's aware of your intentions as well. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a remorseless killer who was not to be messed with, cold-hearted and treacherous, the same as a phantom applied to him. 

But there was no other option, you had to push him away, as far as possible. 

“Look at me, luv” The blond’s low voice was almost inaudible, it was…..miserable and unpleased, which surprised you. 

With the others, Simon would not tolerate this insolence, and you remembered how much you enjoyed watching the plays out. Yet these calloused palms that have only performed dirty work here tenderly stroke your cheeks as though afraid of harming you, and those traumatized eyes this time sparkled with warmth that melted you and engulfed you irrevocably. 

This man was indeed a genius at making you feel like such a barb. He couldn't act like this, he's not allowed to. You could not withstand him being patient with you like this. No, you have to be tough, you’d not be willing to let the wall you've built be knocked down in such a hurry.

“‘M beggin ye, don’t chastise me like this” He plead, “Talk to me”

“Talk, ye said” You took a step back to escape the man's embrace and headed to your bed to begin packing, “From the man I have spent days with as a friend, I would have expected…more”. You paused for him to speak but he refused, so you continued, “More appreciation”

“What's exactly tha’ 'm not appreciating correctly?” 

“This!!” You expressed your anger with an elevated tone and lifted your arms to above your head, still being stubborn to not face him, “This goddamn circumstance….just why are ye so persistent?, 'm only tryin' to protect ye” From me, you wanted to shout out so bad.

“Luv…”

“Do not call me by tha’ name” You threw the corset into the luggage on your mattress exaggeratedly.

“I understand tha’ ye found such subjects as love, or devotion….a-and affection or attachment were frivolous and cliché. Then why, when do ye care so much?” You stuttered and steadied your lungs, again, waiting for him to say something, “Damnit Si, if ye don’t open yer-”

“I once thought ‘bout leaving everything behind to search for ye” One of Simon's habits was to start a conversation out of the blue.

Just like a slap to your face. Zipped your lips immediately.

“I used to believe tha’ my entire existence had no meaning after my family was murdered cruelly tha’ night….” He took a step closer, “....until I met ye”.

“Ye freed me from this torment, making me long to curl up in yer puffy feathers. It was ye who persuaded me tha’ s’alright to be Simon, making me weak before yer loving eyes as ye observed my hideous wounds” The blond was rarely verbal, you had no clue he could form such ethereal sentences like these, “Yer soft lips, voice, and smile...I yearn for all of ye” 

The shorter the distance between the two of you, the more his voice trailed off. Few inches left, his shadow towered over you and the melody of his heart beating was so near because simply a slight lean back would anchor you in his solid chest. You could tell by the rapid breathing fanning on the top of your head that those words had taken a lot out of him. 

“Nights after nights…..I dream of ye” The man snaked his muscle arms around your waist as he lowered his lips and nibbled your earlobe.

“I did not ask for this, luv….” Thick accent grumbled to your sensitive neck, “To be plagued by these feelings”, he sniffed “To be deluded by this, nah, your scent”

"I burn for ye"

The blond has succeeded in making your goosebumps and plumes stand on end. From the most primitively, females were drawn to males' maneuvers and growls, especially whilst in estrus. Simon appeared to have found out what was causing your symptoms, and you'd lose your composure if he kept turning you on. 

Knowing that you're unable to squirm away, Simon's restless hands started wandering all over your body as you gritted your teeth in an attempt to stop him, though it was clearly futile.

“We’re two separated species.....divided by blood and conduct” You hissed, held your shivering arm up to his sight and tore off the fabric, revealing the ugly claws and black digits. “Ye saw me that night, Si…..I’m a monster, the creature ye’re supposed to despise, to spit on, to put a spear through its head” 

Who’d you expect to cosset you for who you truly are when your tone was broken as your eyes were full of contempt when pierced at yourself? 

Nonsense

That's why your wrist was abruptly snatched and brought back. Before you could react,  from the corner of your eye, you watched Simon's pink tongue poke out and mapped a moist line down your elbow to your middle finger. The man flipped your arm over and did the exact same action, rejecting to avoid areas where the scales protruded jaggedly. As he planted several more kisses on your pointed talons, his long lashes trembled and his glossed honey pupils beckoned you. 

“Oh?” The blond grumbled and his brows furrowed unpleasantly, you swore his tone just dropped an octave lower than usually.

Morals fabricated anecdotes and beliefs to serve as spiritual sustenance when they were led astray by diseases or decimated by catastrophes. Owing to the absence of Mother Nature and you fairies, who were no longer offering them protection.

Gods, Saints, and other vacant illustrations have no effect on Simon - his life ended up being an utter misery. Blood, sweat, and tears, so much mayhem that his mind felt as if it was shrouded in fog.

Then when the blond focused on you - your wet locks sticking to the pale skin and wings slumping in ache, skeletal hands holding your bare frame like you were soothing yourself, creating the most poetic painting which had already been tarnished by bloody white rose petals scattered across the entire surface.

You sat there, bursting into tears, elegantly blending in with your surroundings. 

A fallen angel, his one and sole true goddess.

How vulgar was Simon that your devastated stage caused his sheer shaft to twitch eagerly, making his fists clenched hard so as to restrain himself.

"Should I prove ye wrong, sweet thang?" To you, he wished to make amends.

Your lips parted in surprise, and your mouth dried out compared to a desert amid the scorching heat. O Almighty Nak, you didn't dare to affirm but this man wanted you just as badly as you desired him.

The Aborigines' knowledge and trickery were ineffectual at this point since with Simon, you were nothing further than an idiot, and you’ve never told falsehoods - so no doubt that you’d gladly concede that inferior status if he said please with these lustly eyes.

Being a man of action, Simon swiftly scooped you off your feet and spun you around. You yelped when he tore your trousers away, grasping his forearms and expanding your wings in response to the unannounced action but immediately withdrew your hands since you had pricked him bled.

Not that easy, the blond hooked your thighs over his shoulder blades then reached out for your palms to lay them against his scalp, not letting go until you obediently held him with your own strength. 

"Steady" he cooed, making your core stirred with ecstasy. Bulky arms supported your soft arsecheeks and held you close, the man used his teeth to pry the tunic's hem out of his way and started pressing his face deeper between your legs.

It's the steaming breath coming from underneath that you felt first, eliciting a tiny mewl from you. His lips - feasting greedily on your clit, and the bridge of his nose with care nudged your labias as his tongue began to stir your inside. A wave of fulfillment crashed into you, blurring your vision and you arched your back to grant him a better access. The man adjusted the angle and firmly placed his whole mouth over your dripping cunt, kneading your plumps harder while humming with awe as your slender fingers began to claim the initiative.

“Dearest….” You swallowed and tried your best to not buck your hips too much, “I-’m feelin’ empty, still”

“Such a needy bird, aren’t ye?” He teased, low chuckle sending vibration, earning a lewd gasp from you.

Simon was quick to give in. His two thick rough digits found their way, slipping in and out of your softness expertly, causing your chest to rise and fall quicker. Raising a palm to rub your stiff paps, your gummy walls clenching as the blond thoughtfully tended to your swollen clit that was thought to be forgotten by his thumb.

Overwhelmed, you buried Simon's mouth deeper to your lower body, nearly suffocating him. He intensified his tempo, encouraged by your heels putting more pressure on his muscular back, chasing your almost giving up from denying arousal. 

So despicable, so seductive.

"Wait!" Your scream came out at the volume of a whisper, but the man was satisfied by the intense shaking of your limbs. Rather than letting you go hurriedly, Simon took his time sucking on your fragile sex, letting you ride your high out onto his face.

What Simon has been craving for so long was this, the taste of your devine.

One last lazy and molten stripe over the entire of your pond, hole to your bud, and he slid you down. Face to face, the mixture of saliva and slick glistening on the masculine lower visage of his boiled your blood and your wings flapped in embarrassment.

"Look at ye, down right flushed" Spoken with a cheeky grin and you smacked his bicep playfully, "If I knew ye could make these chirpy sounds, would’ve given ye ma face sooner, darlin’" 

"How can a gentleman talk so foully?" You laughed impotently, urging Simon to drop you down.

Hesitantly, the man quietly lowered you tip-toed on his feet before unbuttoning and slid the piece of clothing down from your subtle flesh. Calloused palms nonchalantly glided over the keloid scar that spanned from your collarbone to your navel, leaving innumerable splits around the wound's margins. Similar to a mountain surrounded by inescapable, endless abysses.

"It's a crime for a gentleman to leave his woman unjolly" His voice sounded sorrowful.

You understand Simon wasn't envious of you like you did, and you realized that if he was volunteering to expose his flaws to you, suppressing yours must have concerned him greatly.

So gently guiding the man to sit on the edge of your bed, you knelt between his legs and helped him remove his outerwear after. The blond sought to stop you, but you gave him a meaningful look, stopping him instead.

"If so, will this gentleman accept a proper punishment?" With a defeated grumble, he lifted his hand to stroke his messy hair as you offered him a toothy smile. 

“Right…’m all yers” 

This surreal feeling, if only your mouth had made Simon so aflame, the man didn't know if he could restrain himself when he's actually inside you.

Wet and filthy, your long tongue curled around his manhood and refused to let go as your head bobbed back and forth steadily. Despite leaving the window open, the room was unbearably humid since the naughty sticky noises you made while picking up the pace to please him. He really didn't want to bliss at the moment, he wanted to fill your inside till your needs were whole.

That explained why he lifted you up and positioned you on his meaty thighs. Your eyes widened as Simon smashed your lips together, all teeth and tongue, sloppy and ravenous, much like the yearning you two shared. Sliding one arm back and folding it up to grip Simon's shoulder, you rested your knees on the mattress and pointed the tip of his cock by your other hand directly at your entrance before slowly sinking down.

You both had to stop and struggle to regain your respiration due to the intrusion, though you two were feverishly nibbling each other's lips. Couldn't deny that the blond's thing was indeed large, but your pussy wasn't that loose either.

“Am I hurtin’ ye, luv?” Simon asked as your face scrunched up.

“S’not yer doin’” You chuckled breathily, earning a low giggle from the man. 

Once you were moving, Simon gave you one loving cup on your cheek and one firmly on your waist to assist in keeping you stable. You tipped your head into that toasty palm, lips rejoined and hips rocked in sync, lazily built up layers of ecstasy. 

The discomfort faded and evolved into bliss. Panting, moaning, praising, too inebriated with one another, you were on the verge of orgasm, yet you wanted more.

This wasn't enough. More intense, faster, you needed to be more drunk in Simon, but your strength was diminishing.

"Retreat yer wings, birdie," the blond commanded, sort of, and your body solely listened in an unconscious practice.

Quickly switching places and pinning you underneath him, Simon brought your legs over his shoulder and waist before thrusting into your damped cunt furiously. He massaged your bosom and lapped the other side relentlessly, got your pap to swell to a gorgeous hue.

“This’s what ye want?” 

“For. My. Cock. To. Shove. Deep. Into thi’ -ha- greedy hole….eh?” The man accentuated every word. His sturdy torso was straight up, however his hips continued the frantic pounding which drew not only the wild sounds from where the two of you were bonding, but also the creaking of the bed became more and more audible.

Your jaw dropped and your head bounced back, releasing a barrage of sultry mewls that Simon had to force you to suck on his calloused fingers to get yourself shushed. As the man's cock repeatedly kissed your quivering womb, full authority and brutally, you bet that your capacity of thinking straight was far gone for now.

“A-ah, Simon…inside, plea-se, inside me….” Your eyes shut tightly and nails clutched to the headboard, the heated and stirring sensation within your abdomen left you urging for Simon’s thick load.

“Ye’re gonna be the goddamn death of me” The man exhaled shakily and glued his forehead to yours, sweaty figures attached and your walls clenching his shaft tightly as you both appeared to be nearing your climax.

At last, the hot creamy semen stream was fully stuffed directly into your uterus. Simon growled with satisfaction as he dragged his shaft out and watched his essence leaking from your puffy flower. Collapsing beside you and engulfing your weary body in his chest, the blond rubbed soothing circles over your back while waiting for you both to calm down after the previous mating.

“Si” You called out for him sleepily.

“Yes, dear”

“I’m yers” You stated, “Every inches of me, belongs to ye……I belong to ye”

“And ye’ve own my soul ever since that night on the cruise, little bird” 

You snuggled closer and he tilted your face up by your chin, giving you the most loving kiss you’ve ever experienced in your lifetime.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Stepping gingerly into the galley, Simon walked right behind you, hands refused to let go. You were only wearing a baggy tunic and the blond was half-dressed with his trousers and bare upper body. If Simon hadn't insisted on coming along, you would've been the only one presented here.

"Ye sure we won't meet the others at th---?" Your mumble was cut off, peering inside to see Kyle, Soap, and the Captain were enjoying the biscuits around the marble island. No, sneaking.

"S'that truly..." The dark-skinned boy spoke up, not believing his eyes.

Hardly for you to form any sentence, Johnny had raced over and picked you up with a thrilled smile, making you squeal happily. Price also chuckled warmly and embraced you over the shoulders as welcoming you back. Kyle also managed to function again and rushed to greet you.

Everything was enjoyable until Simon hauled you in and caged you between his bulky arms. He glared at the other gentlemen, drawing their attention to the hem of your shirt, which covered just above your mid-thighs. They cleared their throats and turned away, flushing as you simply chuckled and patted the arms holding you.

It's great to be back home.

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots (aggressively crushing you guys to my breasts)

[bernthirst-events]

Compilation Post

Missionary Monday

Fanfic - Butterflies (The Mute x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Untitled (Frank Castle x f!reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago Fanfic - Room for you (Sam Rossi x f!reader) by @darlingshane Fanfic - Mondays don't always suck (The Mute x f!reader) by @anna-hawk

Tushy Tuesday

Fanfic - One-On-One (Fratt) by @anna-hawk Fanfic - Ink (Griff x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Thick (Fratt) by @itwasthereaminuteago Video - JB's Booty by @darlingshane

Wet Wednesday

Fanfic - The Bet (Griff x f!reader) by @darlingshane Fanfic - Keep it Clean (Shane Walsh x f!reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago Fanfic - Cure for a Restless Heart (Julian Kaye x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Clean (Frank Castle x gn!reader) by @chelseasdagger Gifset - Ted (Sicario) by @kwistowee

Torture Thursday

Fanfic - Fix You (Frank Castle x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Where does it hurt (Frank Castle x f!reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago Fanfic - Shibari (Frank Castle x f!freader) by @darlingshane

Filthy Friday

Fanfic - Returns & Reruns (Fratt) by @itwasthereaminuteago Fanfic - Sweet Revenge (Shane Walsh x f!reader) by @darlingshane Fanfic - Skulls & Roses (Griff x f!reader) by @lucy-sky

Sensual Saturday

Fanfic - The Warmest Weekend (BJ x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Tongue Tied (Frank Castle x f!reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago Gifset - JB's Kissing Scenes by @darlingshane

Scandalous Sunday

Fanfic - Loving you easy (Shane Walsh x f!reader) by @lucy-sky Fanfic - Main Course (Frank Castle x f!reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago

✨ Thanks everyone for participating, whether you entered, liked, reblogged, or all of the above! We really appreciate it✨

[lucy-sky]

Writer Self-Rec Fics Ask GameRules: writers list your top 5 favorite fics of yours and then send this to 5 writers! :)

Oh god, it took me quite a while, right? x'D It's always so hard to choose from my own stuff, not because I hate my writing or something, but... Just hard xDD

I decided to chose from the latest ones, because I don't think anyone is interested in my Sam Rockwell characters' stuff (if you are, please check Masterlist 2018, 2019, 2020 and a bit of 2021)

So, in no particular order and only based on how I feel:

The Warmest Weekend (BJ Rose x f!Reader) - I love how easy it was to write and to imagine, and it makes me feel warm and good.

Sweetheart (Shane Walsh x Reader) - written to comfort myself, so of course it's kinda special for me.

Monsters in the Dark (vampire!Braxton Wolff x f!Reader) - I'm very soft for him :')

Who Cares? - Eddie Munson x virgin!f!reader - not a Jon Bernthal character for a change. Eddie makes me remember my younger self.

Moonlight Blossom (The Mute x f!Reader) - back to Jon's character, oops :') I LOVED writing this <3

That's it, thank you for thinking of me @darlingshane :))

[zafrinaxyz]

𓄼ralak x f ༅ metkayina!reader

18+ 𓄼 iv - blowjob 𓄹 m.list

ralak is an OC by @ zestys-stuff . mates . bj [m receiving]

you can't seem to stop staring. your mind has fully taken over. you were standing right outside of the marui's entryway, & he had just gotten out of the water. he has not noticed you yet, thank eywa. large fish on his back, supported by one arm dangling over his shoulder. you wanted to eat him alive

you slipped inside and made your way over to your shared bed, with a few moments later he slipped inside behind you, drenched from the ocean, sending you a quick smile. he was solely focused on preparing dinner, while your thoughts had other plans

you just knew it was hanging low, half hard, crying out to be touched. he was always wanting you... it only took a few seconds of caressing, kissing and light touches and he was ready. how you would continuously tease him while clear precum made its way out in beads out of his needy head. his groans would rumble throughout his chest, silently dying for more. it's when you would finally connect your lips, worshipping the tip and collecting all of the clear substance, but to no avail as more would continue to flow. up at the top on his back, your mate's mouth is wide open, reveling in the feeling of your heavenly mouth. he would reach down and grab a handful of your hair, and guide you to take his full length, unable to resist anymore. the desperation made you giggle around him, but you oblige your absolutely gorgeous provider

first you would start slow, lubing him up and feeling him start to fully harden. he releases your hair and throws his hands behind his head, not wanting to obstruct his perfect view. what on pandora did he do to deserve you

believing he is well prepped and ready, you introduce one hand to simultaneously stroke him while the other massages his heavy pair. he lets out a moan as he is beginning to get closer. his abdomen constricting time and time again. you change both hands to stroking, releasing him from your mouth to shoot a quick smile at the man falling apart below you. he is halfway gone, breathing out a quick laugh and throwing his head back against the bedding. you begin to leave open mouth kisses along the ridges and lines of him, wanting to make sure he knew how much he is loved & appreciated. and for the hell of it, giving him a very small & light bite for good measure, earning an almost-like growl

you resumed your stroking, returning your mouth to him and increasing your speed. his breathing increased and his chest fell and rose dramatically. all it took was one deep intake of your throat, and he held you in place instantly by your hair and released down your throat, painting your pink walls in white. you slowly let him go, making sure none of his released escaped.. using your hair as a guide, he brought you into a messy and frantic kiss, both of you feeling as though the room was on fire ...

"tahni"

he was kneeling right in front of you on the ground with his cloth still on. you jumped out of your dirty thoughts, looking at him with wide eyes and a blank expression. he was holding a leaf with dinner right in front of you. he eyed you suspiciously, wondering what was going thru your mind

you quickly took your food and nodded, hoping he didn't notice how flustered you were. ''would you like some of your favorite drink from the top shelf?'' his deep voiice enveloped you, while gently rubbing your calf. you cleared your throat, feeling as though you may have lost your voice

''yes please... thank you''

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[turtle-babe83]

All Four Turtles/Turtle of Choice/Headcanons:

Making Up is Hard to Do (All 4, SFW)

How Embarrassing (All 4)

Duty (T/C)

Slap Dat Ass (All 4)

Thigh Riding (All 4)

First Sleepover (All 4, SFW)

Curvy S/O with sensitive breasts/thighs (All 4)

Crush (All 4, SFW)

First BJ (All 4)

Super Strong S/O (All 4, SFW)

Baby Fever (All 4, SFW)

New Year’s Eve Proposals (All 4, SFW)

Cherished (T/C)

Body Worship (All 4)

“The Talk” with Splinter (All 4)

Sick S/O (All 4, SFW)

First Time (All 4)

Cuddles (All 4, SFW)

Nip Piercings (All 4)

Dating a Famous Singer (All 4, SFW)

TikTok Coffee Challenge HC’s (All 4)

Comfort for Reader on Period (All 4, SFW)

Hair color HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Reader w/Cesarean HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Vigilante Friend/Crush HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Wet Dreams HC’s (All 4)

Spa Night HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Goth S/O HC’s (Raph/Mikey, SFW)

Big Scare (All 4, SFW)

Rose Toy HC’s (All 4)

Catch a Turtle by His Tail HC’s (All 4)

Four for One, and One for All (All 4 x F!Reader)

Selfie Time (All 4, SFW)

First Time Affection/Kisses (All 4, SFW)

Reassuring Insecure S/O (All 4, SFW)

Touchy-Feely HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Halloween HC’s (All 4, SFW)

Thanksgiving HC’s (All 4, SFW)

[samwilsonsbabymama]

A Mayan Spit Roast

18+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader x Gilly Lopez

Summary: I mean… read the title lol Part 2 to this

Warning: pure smut, mmf threesome, bj, more smut, oral f & m receiving, vaginal sex, sex toy usage, umm i think that’s it

Word Count: 1,000ish

A/N: yall can thank @my-rosegold-soul​ for this because of this post had me feeling some type of way lol

About three weeks had passed since you had been between Angel and Gilly.

It’s not that you didn’t want to again, because you did.

It’s that the day after, they had been sent on a run together and they would be gone for a couple of weeks.

You’d been texting each other back and forth over the last three weeks and you were ready for them to come back.

You’d sent video after video of you fucking yourself with your fingers but you hadn’t been able to cum the way you did with them.

You missed them, and they missed you.

You were sitting at your kitchen table getting ready to eat dinner when your phone buzzed

Smiling when you saw that it was from Angel, you unlocked your phone and opened the message and chuckled at the picture he sent.

We were just talking about how much fun we had last time. Wanna have more?

I’ve been ready, I’m not the one who had to leave 😜

You laughed and placed your phone back down but the sound of two motorcycles caught you off guard.

You stood and looked out your front window and spotted Angel and Gilly making their way toward your house.

You quickly moved away from the window and began cleaning up the food.

And as soon as you finished, they were knocking on your door.

As you made your way to the door, you tried to fix your clothes but you stopped because you knew that you wouldn’t be wearing them much longer.

The moment you opened the door, they were on you.

Angel had you pressed into the wall next to the door while Gilly slammed it shut.

You could feel Gilly ripping at your clothes while Angel kissed you.

You stepped out of your bottoms and Angel pulled back from your lips long enough for Gilly to remove your shirt.

You were completely naked while they were still clothed and that made you shiver.

You moaned against Angel's lips as he lifted you in his arms.

You imagined that he was taking you to the bedroom but when you felt the soft cushions of the couch, your eyes flew open.

You took note of Gilly stripping down to his boxers while Angel situated your body on the couch.

He had one leg hooked around the back of the couch while the other foot was on the floor.

He had you spread open and your chest rose and fell as he looked at you.

You saw Gilly move closer to you from the corner of your eye and you licked your lips when your eyes landed on his hand stroking his dick.

“Damn, baby girl,” Angel's voice rumbled from between your thighs. He still hadn’t touched you, but he was close. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my dick, but I wanna taste this sweet pussy first,” Angel said before he dove in.

Your jaw unhinged at the feeling of Angel's tongue on you and Gilly skid his dick into your mouth.

You reached up with your hand and began pumping his dick while you sucked him off.

Gilly's grunts of pleasure, your moans, plus the sounds of Angel slurping away filled the air.

This is what you were missing and you’d do anything to keep these two to yourself.

You cried out when Angel removed his lips from your clit and you attempted to close your legs around his head.

Angel chuckled and Gilly pulled out of your mouth causing you to pout at the two Mayans.

“Drop the attitude, y/n, and turn around,” Gilly directed you.

You quickly followed his instructions and got on all fours and Gilly slid right back into your mouth while Angel slid into your pussy.

You continued to suck Gilly's dick while Angel pounded into you from behind.

You reached one hand between your legs and started playing with your clit as Angel fucked you.

You gagged around Gilly's dick as he held your head down, your nose touching the hairs surrounding the base of his dick.

You felt Angel’s hips stutter and he swatted your hand away from your clit before you heard a slight buzzing sound.

You attempted to pull away from Gilly to see what Angel was doing, but Gilly eld you in place.

Angel placed the head of a vibrating wand on your clit, and you immediately clenched around him and came.

Your moans around Gilly’s length caught him off guard and he was soon shooting his load down your throat.

Angel continued to fuck you through your orgasm, never once takin the wand off your clit.

Your cries of pleasure soon filled the air when Gilly pulled out of your mouth and sat on the chair to watch you and Angel.

You pressed your hand behind you on Angel’s stomach to push him away but that only made him turn up the vibrations on the wand.

“Nah, don’t try t run from it,” Angel said. “Take this dick like I know you can.”

Tears filled your eyes as you felt another orgasm approaching and before you knew it, you were cumming on Angel’s dick once again.

Angel’s strokes slowed as you clenched around him.

“Fuck, y/n, I can’t hold off any longer,” Angel choked out.

You felt him cum inside of you, the warmth of his seed filling you to the brim.

You slumped down onto the couch as Angel continued to cum inside of you, your breath ragged.

“Fuck, you two,” you moaned out when you finally calmed down. Angel laid on top of you, your back to his front, And Gilly moved closer to you not wanting to be left out.

Angel placed gentle kisses along your back while Gilly gently caressed your cheek

“We gotta keep doing this,” Gilly commented from his spot and you felt Angel nod his head against your shoulder.

A/N 2: If you like this, please leave a comment and let me know what you think, even if it’s just an emoji or keysmash 💖

[headoverhiddles]

We've Got A Deal - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Beetlejuice makes a demon deal that gets you desperately horny for him for 24 hours straight. You find out, and curse him back with the same affliction.

Notes: Ah, my spooky horndog ghost. Slowly getting back into Michael Keaton rn so this happened. Also, slight warning, this may be a little dubcon-y, if you squint. Both are consenting tho, as any relationship with BJ is insanely tumultuous a little wild.

Beetlejuice paces in the hellish abode of the demon he summoned.

"Alright, alright, just listen. Hey-- Hermano! You gotta help me out here."

The demon sighs. "What? What do you want?"

"I need something real good. Something that'll knock my socks off. Hers too!"

"Why don't you just do it?"

"Well. I would. Duh. I just, uh... y'know, I don't have the juice for it right now."

"You're not powerful enough," the demon smirks, sitting forward, and BJ growls.

"You want my business or not, chump?"

The demon sighs again. "I can offer you a sex curse."

"Curse..." BJ shifts. "Yeah, just... why don't we call it a spell, alright?"

The demon shrugs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Once I cast it, your lover will want you desperately for 24 hours."

"In other words, (y/n)'s gonna want me to rail her on every surface of the house for an entire day?" Beej grins.

"Essentially," the demon mutters, making a face. "Do we have a deal?"

"Hell yeah we do!" Beetlejuice jumps up, shaking the demon's hand heartily. "Throw in an extra hour for me, will ya?" He winks, and appears with a black poof back in the bedroom.

You come out of the shower, squeezing your hair out, and suddenly frown.

"What..." you murmur, and look up at your undead boyfriend, spread out on the bed with a dead rose between his teeth.

"Heya babes," he smirks, and you can't explain it-- you just need him.

You drop the towel, and stride over to the bed, sliding into his lap and making out with him. You drag yourself against his growing bulge, moaning softly into his neck. You must be PMSing, cause you've never wanted Beetlejuice so fucking bad.

You lick over his lips and up to his nose, nearly coming then and there as he grabs your tits.

"Awww fuck yeah!" BJ shouts, moving his hands down to your hips, and dragging you down against him, "I got 24 hours of this?!"

You pause, and tear yourself away from him for a second. Your eyes narrow, and you sniff him. He doesn't smell like his usual grave rot and deadly nightshade cologne. He smells like demon ash.

You get off him, crossing your arms, and he follows quickly, pants unzipped.

"Wait! Wait, babes, you can't leave me like this!"

"I can very much leave you like this."

Opening the book BJ had taken out on the mantle, you start to read the demon incantation.

"AW NAH!" BJ shouts, before you're transported down to the same demon's lair. You're a little bit freaked out, since all this dead, supernatural stuff only really started a year ago for you, but you adjust to the fiery living room you've just transported yourself to.

"Ah," the demon looks you up and down, then takes his reading glasses off. "(y/n) I presume?"

"Same spell," you grit out, "All day."

The demon chuckles. "Have fun." He shakes your hand.

When you get back, BJ is pouting in his old musty chair. He looks up.

"You didn't have to reverse it, y'know. It's basically just satanic viagra, I mean, c'mon."

You wait for it to hit, standing by the mantle, and when it does, he looks at you, eyes lit up.

"Oh..." he looks down at his crotch. "Oh hell yeah, babes, I am feelin' it..." He gets up, walking over as he realizes what you've done. "Oh, see this is why we're MADE for each other... oh yeah... I am gonna make that pussy feel so good, babygirl--"

"I'm inviting Barbara and Adam over for dinner."

"Na-ffija-ne-do-eeueuuigh!"

BJ watches you walk off, falling to his knees and throwing a mini tantrum.

Later, at dinner, you sit across the table from the ghostly couple you two are friends with.

"What a lovely surprise," Adam says, sipping his drink, "Barbara and I were just fiddling around the house when we got your invitation."

"That's what we're supposed to be doing," BJ mutters bitterly, "'Cept a little less fiddling, and a lot more f--"

You kick him in the crotch, and smile sweetly.

"We hadn't seen you in so long, figured it would be a good time." You try not to look at your boyfriend, as the spell is still in effect. Honestly, you just want to get down underneath this table and suck him off, but this is his punishment for putting a damn sex curse on you.

"Is... everything alright?" Barbara asks, exchanging looks with you, and you cross your legs, trying to ignore the lewd gestures BJ is making with his tongue at you.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, just... feeling a little hot."

"Wish we could feel hot," Barbara sighs, "Or feel anything. Being dead sucks sometimes."

"You're right, honey," Adam agrees, "At least we didn't go pale, though. Uh, no offense, Beej."

"None... none taken..." He must be really distracted, cause he totally would've taken offense to that. Your boyfriend suddenly clears his throat, and looks down. "Ah, look at that, dropped my napkin, oh..." He drops down to his hands and knees to crawl under the table. Your eyes widen as you feel him roughly bury himself between your legs. Barb and Adam raise their eyebrows in alarm as the table bumps up a little. You tilt your head back for a split second, before you clamp your thighs shut on his head.

"Get. Out," you growl, and the Maitlands look up at you.

"Did we do something wrong?" Adam asks, and you look up.

"N-not you! I was just talking to... um..." You look at the food on your plate. "I don't like my peas... in my gravy."

BJ sits in his seat again, holding his neck. You look at the exposed skin there, and want nothing more than for him to pin you down and destroy you. You want his spooky, dirty fingers all over you, on you, inside you. Is he...

You try your hardest not to look under the table... but you can't help it. Taking a quick peek, you see his hand on his cock, stroking himself through his slacks with his napkin over top. The clear outline of it is noticeable, and so fucking big. Your mouth waters as you tear your eyes away, and try not to rub yourself against your chair for relief.

"Come n get it," Beej hisses so only you can hear, smug smile on his lips.

"Well, this was fun," you suddenly say.

"Yes, I guess we should be--" Adam starts to say, but Beetlejuice has already started pushing them up and out the door.

"Love you guys-- love your shirt buddy, we still shop at the same store, good catch up, we'll do lunch, SEE YA!"

The door slams, and you're thrown against the wall by BJ's invisible force, chest heaving. Fuck, you've never been so horny, never needed anyone this bad.

Beej's eyes roam your body, and he starts doing what he likes to call his "mating" dance, shaking his arms and dancing toward you.

"C'mere, doll," he growls, and dips you, kissing you hard. You moan through it, and start to palm him, desperate to get that big cock out and inside you. He bucks into your palm, and you finally take him out, stroking up to the head.

"Fuck me from behind, daddy, fucking please?" you gasp urgently. Holy hell, you need him so bad. Beetlejuice looks at you, his voice becoming normal and serious.

"You know, when I died, I thought I would be doomed to my own eternal hell. They must have gotten the papers mixed up." He attacks you again with kisses up your back, and parts your legs a little more, pushing in.

"Oh, ohhh yeah..." Beej hisses, "Daddy's girl... so fucking good, babes..." He keeps thrusting, rocking you against the coffee table.

"Mmm," you whine, and you're both already so close. All you'd really need right now is--

He pulls out, flips you around, and goes back in, kissing you rough and sloppy. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, going even deeper with the new angle. You moan into his mouth, grabbing at his wild hair, and come hard around his cock. He grunts in relief, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and coming on your chest. You look down, and think about how hot that is.

"Oh, sweetie. You remembered," you tease, getting up and dragging a finger through it, "I like it messy." Beej lays back on the bed, letting out a breath.

"You know me, babe. I always get messy," he grins, whistling in awe. "Wowsers. What a roll in the hay."

"And we still have half a day of this stupid little curse left," you grin. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.