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m00nlight-ramblings · 11 months

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I Wanna Be Yours

(I've had this idea since I've seen like, a million 80's movies in succession). You're close to valedictorian, a known smarty-pants. So imagine your surprise when you become friends with Eddie Munson...and then fall in love with him.

Pairing: Eddie x female reader, friends x lovers, dual pov

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing

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"Oh, fuck where is it?" You loudly murmured, shuffling the books in your locker. They clanged around, sending soft bonk! noises and reverberations through your locker, which only made you more annoyed. You huffed, dropping your arms by your side. You only had a few minutes before you had to be in class, and you couldn't find your fucking book.

You groaned and started the process again, knowing you'd probably be fruitless - you've only checked like, 100 times, so at this point you'd just have to accept the fact that you'd somehow forgotten it at home. It also didn't help that your locker was stacked to the brim with books, folders, papers, and miscellaneous things you've collected in just a month since school started

"Um...you okay?" A voice asked behind you, startling you out of your frustrated trance. You turned to see Eddie Munson standing there, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear and tilting his head. Slightly embarrassed, you shrugged and huffed (again).

"Yeah I just...can't find my chemistry book. And I have class in-" You checked your watch, "Seven minutes." (And it also just so happened that chemistry was your worst class so you like, really needed this damn book).

"Want me to check?" He offered, gesturing to the locker. You paused a moment, and furrowed your brow. Then, you stepped aside, giving him access to your locker. He stepped forward, leaning into the locker and started gently exploring.

"Yeah, you can try but I don't think you'll find it. I've checked, like, a hundred times and I think I just left it at home and-"

"Here it is! Chemistry you said, right? You're looking for..." Eddie took a moment to examine the cover of the book. With a boisterous (and very silly) voice, he spoke, "Chemistry 301: Principles of Organic Chemistry?"

You gasped and smiled at him, snatching the book from him and staring at it. How did he find it? "Oh my god, are you kidding? I've been looking for this thing for like, 10 minutes. Where was it?!"

Eddie chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly, "Right in the front."

You looked at him, "I could hug you right now, oh my god! Chemistry is my worst subject and I can't even focus in that class if I don't have the book with me and...ugh. You're a life saver. Thank you." You beamed, hopping on your toes a little.

You and Eddie never really spoke, but of course knew each other - everyone in Hawkins did. Having a few classes with him over the years, any conversation you ever had with him was in passing. But after him your book for you, and seeing his smile..."The Freak" didn't actually seem all that freaky at all.

"Yeah, well, no worries. I'm just a good ole knight in shining armor, I guess." He bashfully made a face, causing you to giggle. "Actually...I just wanted to come over and thank you for something."

Confused, you cocked my head to the side, "Thank me?"

Eddie nodded, stepping aside so you could close your locker, "Yeah. I heard from Wheeler the other day that he dropped all his books and shit in the hallway and you helped him grab everything," His smile was soft...if you weren't looking so hard at his face (why were you staring?), you'd have missed it, "That was nice. So...thanks."

You nodded, mirroring the small smile. "Wheeler as in...Mike Wheeler? The freshman?" You thought back to a few days ago, "Yeah...he said he tripped, but Craig from the football team was lurking around so I have a feeling Mike didn't trip all by himself," I rolled my eyes, "People can be dicks sometimes so...anyway. I know what it's like to be a freshman." You slowly started to walk to class, Eddie following in line next to you.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Eddie cleared his throat and spoke again, "So...chemistry's not your best subject, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, "Definitely not. I hate it...it's so hard. My favorite class is English."

"English? Hey, mine too. What's your favorite book?"

You pause, furrowing your brows again, "...don't laugh."

He throws his hands up in an "I'm innocent" movement, "Cross my heart."

You take a moment before you speak, "I like 'The Hobbit'. I've read it, like, a million times. I re-read it like, once a year-"

"'The Hobbit'? I like that one too!" Eddie smiled widely, "...do you listen to Led Zeppelin by any chance?"

You laugh, "Are you about to tell me that 'Ramble On' was inspired by 'The Hobbit?" You watch his eyes widen slightly.

"You know that already?"

You nod, "My dad loves them. Has all their records. He can't help but spit out random fun facts about that stuff. I like them, too," You find yourself in front of your chemistry class, "Well...this is me. Thanks for finding my book again, Eddie."

He leans his shoulder against the wall and smiles. You notice his eyes flicker quickly to your lips and back to your eyes again before he speaks, "No problem. Thanks for helping Wheeler. I'll...see you around, I guess?"

You nod, looking back at him while you head into class, "Definitely."

And that was the start of you and Eddie.

Eddie didn't know what had come over him that day, helping you out at your locker. Wheeler had mentioned once that you seemed cool (Henderson enthusiastically agreed), and ever since then, he was convinced he had to thank you. Not just because you had helped his friend (which was cool), but also...had you always been that pretty?

Sure, you two didn't seem to have anything in common - you were known for being one of the smartest kids in school, with like 1,000 extracurriculars, bound for some Ivy League on the East Coast, and Eddie was...well, Eddie. Now in his third try at being a senior, school wasn't necessarily his strongest subject. But, you hadn't ever played in him being a freak, and always seemed kind so...he figured it would be safe to thank you for being so nice to his friend.

Because that's all he wanted to do...was thank you. That was all. Definitely not flirt with you or anything.

After that moment at your locker, Eddie seemed to run into you everywhere - lunch period, the hallway, even the mall that one time he actually went because he needed to pick up some D&D books from the bookstore. And slowly but surely, "running into each other" turned into:

"What do you mean she's just watching?" Dustin asked one day, setting up the drama room for Hellfire Club, "You never let people just watch. They always have to play. Is she going to play?"

"No, Dustin, for the hundredth time explaining, she is not playing. She is watching. Do you have a problem with her? Mortal enemies or something?"

Dustin eyed Eddie and shrugged, eventually going back to setting the table up, "No I just...you never let people watch..." He starts to grumble, "I guess in order to watch you need to have boobs, or something..."

That night at the game, Eddie wasn't his best DM self. He was distracted - probably had to do with the hours of homework he "needed to do", and definitely wasn't because you were there, sitting next to him, intently watching the game and reacting. It definitely didn't have anything to do with your cute gasps, or little squeals, or laughter whenever something happened.

Definitely not, at all.

At one point in the game, you tapped him on the shoulder. He leaned into you, not taking his eyes off of the rest of Hellfire Club, who were currently engrossed in trying to figure out their next strategy.

"Yes, m'lady?" Eddie asks in a British accent.

"Wouldn't Henderson's character be able to go through that door? Like...isn't he really charismatic? So like...can't he convince the guard to let them pass? I know he's not like, the main dude in the game or whatever but..." Your voice trails off as you realize that maybe you were too off base. You didn't really know the game at all, but that seemed right...right?

Eddie nodded slowly and his eyes darted over to you quickly...you were right. Holy shit...you were right, and Eddie totally didn't see this lapse in judgement. He smiled at you and took note of how his heart seemed to flip into his stomach, sending a quick shiver down his spine.

Shit. He was in trouble.

"Eddie, can you turn it down a little bit? I'm trying to concentrate." You groaned slightly, shifting your head in your hand as your eyes scan the textbook in front of you. Not that it's really doing anything since you can't seem to retain any information at the moment.

Eddie, who was currently practicing his air guitar solo to Metallica's "Ride the Lightning", gave three quick headbangs before turning down the music, but immediately went back to air guitar.

"Aren't I supposed to be helping you with your science homework?" You asked, a little annoyance rising, "If you're gonna be distracted, I'm gonna go home. I have like, a million college brochures to go through and-"

"No! No!" He immediately stops and stands at attention like a soldier, salute and everything, "Okay. I'll stop." He jumps on the bed next to you, sending a pencil fly in the air. He caught it and stuck it behind his ear, "Okay. Science!" He clapped his hand and rubs them together like a mad scientist.

You chuckle and roll your eyes playfully, gently shoving his shoulder beside you. "Okay, so, when dealing with organism structure, you have to remember that everything is made up of cells, right? So when thinking of specialized parts of the body-" You look up to see him staring at you, definitely not paying attention to what you're saying. "Eddie..."

He snaps to attention and smiles bashfully, "Sorry. I'm...distracted?" His eyes dart to your lips again and your heart does that annoying "pounding in your chest" thing it does basically every time Eddie looks at you.

"Do you want to be a senior for a fourth time?"

He playfully shakes his head, "Nope. Definitely not."

"What's got you so distracted, anyway? Thinking about your date with Mindi tomorrow?" You probed him a bit, trying to get more information out of him. When you had become friends with Eddie, he definitely had his fair share of..."girlfriends". Which at first, you didn't mind.

Not that you minded now, but...five months after initially becoming friends with him, you would just prefer if you were his girlfriend.

Eddie's face flushed and he looked away, throwing the pencil behind his ear on to his dresser across the room, "Oh, Mindi? No, I...cancelled that. Like, a week ago." He suddenly got off of the bed and started to pace around his bedroom a little. I watched him for a moment before speaking.

"Why? Weren't you like, so excited to take her to the movies? You said she was soooOoo hot and blah blah blah-"

"I'm just not interested in her anymore." He interrupted you, stopping his pacing. He turned to face you and didn't break eye contact, his eyes seemingly staring into your brain.

Did he know? Did he know how you had fallen for him?

It started slowly, in a way you didn't even recognize - he made you laugh more than other people, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, and he was so kind...not only to you, but to his friends, and even your parents when he'd come to pick you up on a Friday night with the group. He'd always come to the door, always make small talk with your mom. Not only that, but he was a gentleman, which surprised you - opened doors, pulling out your chair...

Not to mention, when it was late at night and you couldn't sleep, you couldn't help your thoughts turn to his hands in your hair, his dick inside of you, whispering your name over and over again.

The sudden realization that you were falling in love with him slapped you hard in the face - one day after school, you two were walking to his van for a ride home and someone's car blew past you in the parking lot, seemingly out of nowhere. You were about to step out but Eddie pulled you back, your body immediately pressing against his, your face mere inches from each other.

The air was electric, and you couldn't look away from his eyes. Finally, he spoke, "...you okay?" His voice was husky, low. It sent goosebumps down your arms, which were currently being held by Eddie's. You could only nod, words escaping you. Finally, Eddie broke the spell by screaming at the car, "JESUS CHRIST YOU PIECE OF SHIT WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING BEFORE YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!"

Back in his room, you eyed him. "Why aren't you interested in her anymore?" You asked quietly, sensing the air shift. It felt more tense, more heavy.

What the fuck was going on?

Eddie, seemed to zone out for a second, taking a piece of his hair and chewing on it lightly. His eyes were focused on the floor, "Maybe...I think because...I'm interested in someone else?" It came out as a question, not a statement.

You swallowed hard. He was acting strange. Your heart started to beat strong enough that you heard it in your head. "...who are you interested in, then?" You asked. You took the textbook you were reading and closed it, putting it on his bedside table. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Please be me, please be me, please be me! Your brain was shouting so loud you were surprised he couldn't hear it.

Eddie looked up at you quickly and then back down again, his face unreadable. Which was concerning, because Eddie's face was always an animated as a Muppet.

Was it hot in here?

Taking a step forward, he was standing at the foot of the bed now. It seemed like he was thinking...hard. "I..."

Before he could even start, he finished. The single word hung in the air, causing your heart to race even faster and your head to swim. You WHAT, Eddie? You felt like you were about to lose your mind. Was he going to say it or not? Were you going to find out, or not?

"I'MINLOVEWITHYOU." You said loudly, the words spilling out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You gasped and clapped your hand over your mouth, hoping that somehow that action would suck the words back in, as if it never happened. Eddie's head snapped up and he stared at you. The air had been sucked out of the room in one fell swoop, and you could feel embarrassed tears prickle at your eyes. "Oh, god, Eddie...I-I-"

Oh no...what had you done? You had just ruined something between you and one of your closest friends. No more movie nights, no more homework sessions, no more late night phone conversations-

In a single motion, Eddie was on top of you, his lips crashing into yours. You didn't have time to even think, but your hands immediately found their way into his hair, cradling his scalp as he pressed his body into yours. You gasped at his initial contact but quickly found yourself melting into the kiss. Eddie moaned into your mouth, his tongue gently asking permission to open. Once granted, he hungrily kissed you, pressing your back into the bed.

"Eddie..." You breathed as you pulled back a bit, looking at him. He smirked and started to pepper your chin with gentle kisses, a far cry from the kiss that had started the whole thing.

"Mmmmyes?" His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you. Suddenly he pulled back, his mouth agape, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! No-" You almost shouted, "No, I-"

"I love you too." He said quickly, a flush coming to his face, "I...love you too. I have. For a while."

You smile, heart feeling like it's about to explode. You pulled him back into a kiss, using your tongue to explore his immediately. He moaned, pressing his groin into yours. You felt an instant rush of wetness to your panties as your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled away from the kiss, his hand gently finding it's way to the top of your pants. He looked at you and you nodded, and he quickly undid the button, pulling them down, exposing your pink cotton underwear, which you felt was already starting to soak through.

Eddie hissed as he slid down your body, pressing his mouth to the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped lightly, watching him. He was quite beautiful - his hair starting to dampen with sweat at the hairline, his eyes shimmery, hungry for you. He pressed his tongue down flat on your wet spot once - teasingly - and leaned up again, removing his shirt.

Your head was still swimming as he fully pulled your pants off at your ankles, gently spreading your legs, and pushing your underwear aside. He laid on his stomach, getting comfortable, and wrapped your legs on his shoulders. He quickly glanced up at you, his eyes dark.

"Your pussy is so fucking beautiful." He said, his voice a low growl. His voice caused you to whimper slightly, and before you could even think, his tongue was moving in action, teasing your clit in small, wet motions.

"Oh, fuck, Eddie-" You couldn't think as the pleasure started to rise.

"You're already so wet for me, princess," He said, going back to your clit again. He paused to pull your underwear off but was quickly back in your pussy, moaning as if he was eating a delectable meal. He switched between quick, teasing moments, and flattening his tongue against the entirety of your pussy. You weren't sure if it was because he was just that good, or if it was because you had quite literally been dreaming of this moment for a while, but after a few minutes, you felt the coil in your lower belly start to tighten.

"Fuck Eddie...you feel so fucking good. I-I-I'm close, I think-"

"Come for me." He spoke into your pussy, suddenly slipping a finger in. Slowly at first, he started to finger you, curving his finger in an upwards motion while inside. You shrieked, immediately grabbing his hair with both hands. He responded by growling into your mound, concentrated on sending you over the edge.

Suddenly, the coil snapped and you moaned his name, no longer in control of what came out of your mouth. Your head was swimming with hot pleasure, beads of sweat gathering on your temple as your hips bucked into his mouth. Eddie slipped his finger out and gave your clit a final, gentle kiss before he slid out from under your legs and sat on his knees. He stared at you and started to shake his head, smiling.

"So fucking sexy..." He murmured, unbuckling his pants. Quickly, you reached up to help him and he looked at you.

"Just trying to get your pants off faster," You said, a blush rising to you.

"And why's that?"

"I need you. To fuck me. Right now." You said, dragging his pants down. He chuckled and stood up, shaking his pants down to his ankles. The length of his cock sprung up in his boxers, creating a tent that your eyes immediately fell on. He paused a moment and took his boxers off, his cock already glistening with precum. He slowly made his way back to you, laying on top of you. His cock laid in between the lips of your pussy, causing you to moan slightly. He sucked on your neck, a hand finding it's way to your hair and tugging slightly.

"You're awfully greedy." He purred into your ear teasingly. You heard him open his bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom and snapping the draw shut. Kneeling up again while discarding the condom wrapper, he rolled the condom on his dick achingly slow, never taking his eyes off of you. You felt a new rush of wetness slide through your pussy, and you opened your legs up more.

Eddie stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, which was already aching with pleasure. He leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. Your breath hitched in your stomach as he looked into your eyes and you nodded, giving him the go ahead. His dick slid in without resistance, causing you to moan loudly and his eyes to roll back.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking wet," He hissed, starting to thrust slowly into you, "So fucking tight. Fuck s'good."

Eddie's cock filled you, every thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you. You couldn't help your moaning - thank god Eddie's uncle wasn't home - and you felt like you were almost having an out of body experience. As Eddie started to speed his thrusts up, your hands find their way to the back of his hips, and your nails started to dig in deeper and deeper.

"Yes. Right there. Right there, Eddie. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" You stammered as he hit your walls. He grunted, panting, his hair tickling your face.

"Right there, baby? You like it right there?" He spoke, his voice a guttural growl, "You gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Be a good girl for me and show me."

His words shot through your pussy in combination with his thrusts, the sound of his dick slipping in and out of your wet pussy driving you over the edge. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as one of Eddie's hand found it's way underneath your shirt and bra, fingering a nipple.

"Fuck...I should've taken this shit off before we started." Eddie mumbled, still thrusting. You replied by whipping the shirt above your head, unhooking your bra and throwing it to the ground. Eddie's eyebrows raised and he smirked, leaning down to immediately take your nipple in his mouth. Your back arched and you gasped, one hand pushing Eddie's head down on your tits, and the other pushing his ass down to fuck you harder.

"Harder and you're gonna make me come again." You whimpered. Eddie responded by taking your nipple in his teeth, sucking harder and harder.

You started to see stars. You had never felt this type of pleasure before, and you never wanted it to stop. The combination of Eddie's cock, his mouth, and his words were about to send you careening over the edge.

"Oh, god-"

"Oh fuck, baby. I'm gonna come." Eddie said, his face finding your neck again. The hand on his head found its way to his chin, cradling it. His hair swung back and forth, and his eyelids were half shut, a deep crimson rising in his face.

"Come for me. Come with me-" Was all you were able to get out before one final thrust from Eddie sent you over the edge, causing you to scream his name, your hands finding his sheets and gripping for dear life. Hearing your screams caused Eddie to moan loudly, his whole body tensing as he spilled into the condom. He said your name, not quite as loud as your screams, but with matching intensity.

The only noises that could be heard were panting from the both of you. After a moment, Eddie slid out from inside of you, falling to the side of you and immediately taking you into his arms, kissing the top of your shoulder.

"So..." He finally said, a small chuckle playing on his words. You giggled and turned to face him, looking into his eyes.

"So."

"Now that we've established we're absolutely head over heels for each other", Eddie started, placing a kiss on your forehead, "And we're both incredibly sexually compatible..." Another kiss, "Is it like, totally corny to ask you to be my girlfriend or...no?"

You giggled again, running a hand through his hair, "I don't think so. I'd say yes, i think."

"You think?!"

"I'm kidding!" You laughed, sitting up on your elbow. You started to trace circles on his chest, the air falling back into place again. "So what now?"

"What now?!" Eddie asked. Boasting his best DM voice, he sat up and waved his arms in the air, "There's a whole big beautiful world we get to discover now together!"

You smirked, running a hand down his bare thigh, "But what if...I just want to stay in bed?"

A blush rose on Eddie's face and he smiled, looking at your lips, "Oh, well in that case, there's a lot to discover in here, too."

He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer again.

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Whew, a doozy! What did you guys think?! My first time writing smut but it was just a little idea I had on my mind for a bit so I had to get it out. I love me some cute Eddie ideas.

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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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YOU’RE SO GOOD AT WRITING CRAIG !! Could you do a smutshot for him?🫶🏼

No pressure ofc, make sure to take care 🤍

Craig x reader

Warning: Smut! Swearing! All characters are over 18!!

Background: Once Tweek goes to sleep during your sleepover you and Craig get closer than you thought you'd ever be.

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You looked over at Tweek, who had passed out pretty early on into the movie. You sighed quietly and closed your eyes until you felt Craig scoot closer to you. You turn to face him, seeing him looking up to the ceiling of the blanket fort.

"Why are you still up?" You whisper looking up at ceiling with him.

"I dont sleep as easily as Tweek." He whispered as he admired the small star design in the blanket above him.

"Yeah, it's weird how fast he can knock out." You whispered with a small laugh.

"I like that we can get along." He whispered putting his hands on his chest.

"Still doesn't mean I like you." You whispered rolling your eyes.

"You kissed back."

"I was caught off guard." You replied, turning your head to him.

He smiled softly and looked over at you and scooted closer. "Are you caught off guard now?"

You look at him, then down to his lips. You slowly shake your head, and he moves in.

"What about now?" He whispered so close to your face that you could feel his breath.

You look into his eyes and shake your head. You slowly lean in and kiss him softly. He slowly kisses back, pulling you in closer. You two melted into the kiss, and when you eventually pull away, you look up into his eyes as you quietly try to catch your breath.

"Fuck." You mutter

"You ok?" He whispered tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You nod and move closer to him until your bodies are touching. He slowly pulls you on top of his lap as he lays on his back. He puts his hands on the small of your back and looked up at you.

"Should we be doing this?" You whisper.

"Do you not want to?" He asked, slowly moving his hands down your back onto your ass.

"I didn't say that." You say softly and leaning down placing your lips on his again.

He softly squeezes your ass as he kisses back. As you two kiss, you slowly grind against him. He lets out a low grunt and involuntary thrust, his hips up eliciting a soft moan. You pull back from the he kiss and stand up, removing your shorts.

He looked up at you, seeing you now only in an oversized shirt and your underwear. He could only focus on you in that moment. He pulls his sweats down to his knees and you crawl back onto his lap. He puts his hands on your waist again and before he could do anything Tweek stirred in his sleep.

Tweek slowly sat up and yawned. Craig acted fast and turned to his side pulling you down with him and pulling the blanket over you. You cover your mouth trying to stay quiet but with the position you were in you felt Craig's hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. Tweek looked over at Craig and yawned.

"Where's Y/N?" He asked.

"She said she was going to sleep in her room," Craig said trying his best to sound tired.

"Ok..I'm gonna go to the bathroom.." Tweek said getting up and leaving the fort.

Once he was gone Craig looked down at you. "You ok?"

You nod and let out a sigh. "Close one.."

"Do you want to keep going?"

You bite your lip and nod slowly pressing against him more causing a low groan to slip through Craig's lips. Without another word, he pressed his lips against yours and slowly pulled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. You let out a quiet gasp feeling his warm cock against your thighs.

You pull back from the kiss and look up at him. He gives a small nod and you turn to your other side and Craig moves your underwear to the side just enough for his cock to rub against your entrance making you bite your lip.

Craig slowly pushed his cock inside you but before he could finish Tweek came back in still dazed by how sleepy he was. Craig quickly covered your mouth and instinctively pulled you closer causing his cock to slam into you. Craig gasped and you moaned into his hand which was completely muffled. Tweek fell back asleep not paying any mind to the gasp.

"I'm so sorry," Craig whispered in your ear and kissed your shoulder softly. "Did I hurt you?"

You shake your head and put your hand over his to muffle your sounds more. You slowly moved your hips indicating you wanted him to move. Craig buried his face into your neck and slowly moved his hips into you.

You let your soft moans slip out as Craig's large hand muffled all of them. You felt weird getting fucked by the guy you swore you hated a few hours ago only 5 feet away from your friend. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't fucking love it.

Craig started moving faster inside you snaking his other hand down to your clit and rubbing small circles. Craig gently bit your shoulder trying to keep in his own moans.

"Fuck you feel so good." He groaned into your ear.

You grip onto his arm as he moves faster. Your moans got louder as he drove into you. Craig notices how much louder you're getting and moves you onto your stomach putting your face into a pillow as he began pounding into you faster. You were caught off guard but you kept your face buried in the pillow to muffle every sound that slipt past your lips.

Craig put his hands down on your lower back as he drove into you harder making sure not to make too much noise. He leaned down close to your ear and groaned.

"God you take me so fucking good," He said slamming into you roughly with every word.

You whimper softly at his words and tightened around him. He groaned and slammed into you harder. He couldn't tell what came over him but seeing your smaller frame under him trying your best to keep in your moans only made him want to get you to break.

He felt you cum on his cock but that didn't stop him. He knew it was a bad idea and if he went any harder you both would probably wake Tweek but he couldn't help it. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you into him roughly.

You gasped but didn't want him to stop. It felt so wrong to do this but you couldn't stop. You couldn't hold in your moans any longer and as your body trembled under him you couldn't stop yourself from moaning loudly.

"Craig oh fuck~"

"That's it. Tell me how good it feels~" He moaned out as he felt you tighten again.

He relentlessly slammed into you over and over again until he neared his orgasm. He pulled out of you quickly and flipped you over on your back he lifted up your shirt and as he stroked his cock over you. You looked up at him still a bit dazed from your orgasms. He smirked down at you and threw his head back as he came onto your stomach and chest. Once he finished he took off his shirt and cleaned you off.

"You did so good. I didn't hurt you did I?" He whispered and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I-I'm ok.." You whispered with a tired smile.

He smiled and laid down next to you. He pulled the blanket over the two of you and held you close. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. He gently stroked your hair and placed another kiss on the top of your head.

"Do you think Tweek heard us?" You whispered causing Craig to look over at Tweek's sleeping figure and then looked back down at you.

"I think we're ok." He whispered.

As you two slowly drifted off to sleep Tweek lay there with his back to the two of you. His face was flushed and frozen in place having sat there listening to the entire thing.

A/N: Hey thank you so much for the person who asked for this. I hope you liked this I'm so sorry I'm not the best at writing smut and I was really struggling with this 😭 But anyway I hope you guys enjoyed love you all thank you for reading🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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bolontiku · 2 years

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"Cold Coffee"

Avengers AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Walter Marshall x reader

Posted: July 25th

A/N: technically a draft dump...

WARNINGS: smut, sexy times, implied mention of violence, implied physical violence, mention of death

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His last grunt made it all the better, the way his teeth scraped the skin of your shoulder but didn't sink in made you claw at his shoulders just a bit more. You rolled your hips to get him in deeper, he took it, driving in further, your head falling back to the wall he pinned you to.

It drove you to the end of your wits.

You tugged at his curls, little pants escaping you in quick succession with every little roll of his hips, toes curling as he drove in once more, settling as deep inside of you as he could, filling you up with a muffled growl against your neck. Walter held you up, thank whatever Gods there were as your legs would not be able to hold you up. Thick strong fingers curled around the back of your thighs, you dropped your head to his shoulder, he had worn you out.

He always did.

Fucking Walter Marshall.

Everytime he showed up on your doorstep or surprised you at the coffee shop… you hummed softly as he whispered your name, already slipping into darkness.

You woke to find yourself alone in your shitty little apartment. It was what you could afford on a barista's salary.

He had cleaned you up and tucked the soft yellow quilt around you. Sitting up you spotted the water bottle and grabbed it, taking long drags of the clear liquid, your mind wandering to the detective that appeared at your doorstep without warning, as if he knew your schedule and offered you a silent crooked smirk, no words needed to explain why he was there.

Without fail you would step aside letting him in. Why wouldn't you?

You knew that much about him.

He was a detective.

You knew his order. Black. Sugar didn't matter. You had once loaded it with a fuck ton of the sweet and he had still downed it in a matter of seconds.

You tilted your head back, it was that which had him coming back to have you make his order. His smirk infectious while he glowered at everyone else.

And this? It had just happened.

You shifted on the couch, your one luxury item aside from your music and books. What was this between the two of you? You shook your head, you needed a shower and you stood shakily pausing when you spotted a familiar soft gray sweater.

"You look cheerful." Craig Brandon was new, Craig was the one they were trying to partner him with, but he didn't do partners. Nope. He sighed, he didn't need this.

Walter rolled his eyes. "Business." And he listened as they went on about the cases, he had already gone over them, this was a waste of his time, but it was protocol.

His mind wandered for a moment. To a little apartment.

He could ask you out to lunch.

"Y/N?"

You looked up and smiled, the old woman that stopped you was peeking out her door. Ever the busybody, but you invited her over for coffee and she would bring some cookies, the kind that grandma's always had on hand. Soft buttery, a cream color and just crumbly enough. "Mae!" You greeted cheerfully.

"I should come with you, I have trash as well," she held up her bag, "the neighborhood isn't safe."

You tilted your head and shuffled over in your worn out knockoff ugg boots. "Give me," and you held your hand out.

"Young lady!" She sputtered at you indignantly.

You laughed softly, "I will be quick!" You assured her.

"They say that man is headed this way," she muttered.

"Ahhh, but nothing happens in this neighborhood," you grinned at her as she handed you her bag. It weighed next to nothing, but you were quicker than her older bones.

She looked around and leaned in, "you can tell me all about that young man that comes over yes? I saw him leave earlier."

You felt your ears burn and nodded when she winked at you. "You call the police if I take too long, yeah?" You joked, but she nodded as you started down the hall, hopping down the steps, and you used the doorstop to prop open the door while you made for the dumpster.

A rock settled in his stomach.

"You alright?" Brandon asked, jumping into his truck before he could argue.

Marshall knew this neighborhood.

He followed the commissioner's vehicle, yet took the familiar spot in front of the building, his pulse picked up as he waited for the vehicle to come to a stop, fingers drumming on his jeans. It was your building.

A million thoughts flew through his head as he parked. And yet he kept thinking about your expression when he had downed the coffee overloaded with sugar.

Awe.

He had stared at you before he left. A little bit of awe in him.

He shook his head, you were still sleeping. It was almost three am. You worked at six. You wouldn't know what happened till you came out. You were fine.

"-put up a hell of a fight…"

He stopped in the alley behind your apartment building, uniforms scattered throughout, the backdoor was propped open, his heart dropped.

You were fine.

"Lives on the second floor…"

You were fine.

It wasn't you.

There were three other apartments on that floor.

"What apartment number?" He heard himself ask.

The ringing in his ears had him shaking his head. He wondered if you were wearing his sweater?

"-too bad…"

Walter blinked as he stepped closer to the sheet covered body. "What apartment?"

"Uh, C? 2C," came the answer.

He had seen her when he snuck out. The little old lady you told him about when he laid in your bed after for a few moments. He paused as he caught sight of a familiar gray sweater. "Who does this belong to?" He demanded.

"The survivor"

"We have a survivor?!" Brandon asked, interrupting him.

He moved at the same time as the commissioner who had insisted on coming down. Long strides had him in the back door before the older man, you were supposed to be asleep. Instead you were sat at the bottom of the stairs, stairs painted an ugly orange with plain wallpaper.

Someone had wrapped an emergency blanket around your shoulders, it was the only thing covering you. He could see the blue strap of your bra peeking out of it, you must have woken up after he left. What were you doing outside?

He realized he had asked out loud as you looked up at him, there was a bruise on your jaw, your lip was cut, but there, around your neck was the red marks that had come with all the victims before. That's how they knew it was him.

Your eyes watered. "Walt-" your voice was hoarse.

Walt.

No one else called him that.

The commissioner and Brandon turned to look at him.

It bothered him, your voice was too soft, it only sounded like that after he had- he growled, "where are the EMT's?!" He moved quick, straightening the blanket around your shoulders before helping you to your feet. "Can you stand?" He asked gently.

He was different. This was him at work. You nodded. "Is Mae-?" Your voice broke.

"Let's get you checked out, then we can talk about what happened." He wrapped an arm around you tenderly, almost protectively, as he met the commissioner's questioning stare.

The sob that escaped you cut into his gut.

"Walt, please… check on Mae, she's older!"

That cold feeling ran down his spine, settling in the pit of his stomach, and he squared his shoulders. How many times had he had this talk? Why was it bothering him now?

"She's gone Y/N."

#cold coffee #walter marshall #walter x reader #night hunter

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psychedellic-phase · 4 years

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Blind Date

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A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever tried to write sooo let me know how it is!

word count: 3.6 k

tw: smut, swallowing, plain ol’ sex with a plot

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Spencer spun around lazily in his desk chair, flipping through a case file when Derek walked up to him.

“Pretty boy! Just who I was looking for!”

Spencer looked up from the folder at Derek and groaned internally, “What’s up?”

Derek half sat on the edge of the desk, barely containing his excitement as his leg bounced.

“How would you like to go out tonight on a date?”

Spencer scrunched up his eyebrows, a vague look of confusion painting his face. He was waiting for the punch like of this joke, or prank or whatever it was Morgan was trying to pull.

“A date?”

“Yep, a date.”

“With who?” Spencer dropped the file on his desk, crossing his hands across his chest and looking up at Derek. A date? He hadn’t even talked to a girl since Maeve. How was he supposed to go on a date?

“This nurse Savannah works with, (Y/N), I think you guys would be a great pair.”

So this wasn’t just another prank. Spencer sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“I don’t know, I haven’t, since—“

Derek cut him off, “I know, but it’s been three years Reid. She’d want you to move on.”

Spencer thought about it for a moment. It had crossed his mind recently that he needed to get back out there if he wanted any chance at a family in the future. He came to terms with Maeve’s loss a while ago, but it still felt like he would be cheating on her if he even looked at another woman.

“Look, kid, I think this one could really be worth it. She’s funny, kind, super smart and outgoing, I think you’d make a good match. I wouldn’t even bring it up to you if I didn’t.” Derek looked sincere, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

Spencer thought for a moment and nodded, a sudden feeling of confidence coming over him, “Yeah, yeah okay I’ll go.”

What’s the worst that could happen? She could hate him and end up being a crazy killer? The odds were slim.

“Really?” Derek’s eyes were wide.

“Yeah, if she agrees to it why not?”

Derek slapped the desk and then squeezed Spencer’s shoulders, “Savannah and I will pick you up at 7, loverboy.”

“You and Savann–“ Spencer cut himself off, “Wait it’s a double date?”

Derek shrugged, “Yeah, that way if it goes South we can swoop in. But don’t worry. This date is not going downhill, not on my watch.”

Spencer just laughed lightly and tucked his overgrown hair behind his ear. A slight pang of guilt and dread formed in his stomach but he did his best to ignore it. Maybe this would be good for him? He hoped it was.

————

“No,” you said to Savannah over the nurse’s station.

She was trying to set you up, yet again, on another blind date. She was your best friend and you loved her, but she couldn’t let it go. She was constantly trying to matchmake for you, especially since she met Derek. You always told her she got the last decent guy, to which she’d roll her eyes and say, ‘Your guy is out there!’ You didn’t think that was true anymore.

“Y/N! C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

You rolled your eyes, skimming another patient file, “That’s what you said about Dylan. And Brian. And Craig. And they were not fun Sav!”

You started walking down the hallway and she followed you, shoes squeaking, “This one is different though.”

You stopped and made eye contact with her. She looked hopeful, genuine, sincere. Part of you wanted to say yes, but after several disaster dates with the disaster men that she sent your way you were very doubtful.

“You also said Scott was ‘different’ and he ended up still living in his mother’s basement.”

Savannah laughed and shook her head, “Okay, I was wrong about Scott. But I mean it. Spencer’s special!”

“He’s special?” You sounded bored.

“Yes! He works with Derek. The nerdy kid, remember?”

You vaguely remembered her meeting some of his coworkers and nodded, “Yeah he’s like a genius or whatever?”

“Yes him!”

You pretended to think, tapping your chin over zealously and then finally said, “Nope,” popping the ‘p’. You started down the hall way again, her still following you. She always was persistent, and even a little stubborn.

“Y/N, listen to me. Spencer is like 6’1, smart, lanky, kinda awkward but sweet, nerdy, brown shaggy hair; he’s literally your exact type.”

You sighed, she was right. That is your exact type. If you could build-a-man like build-a-bear, Spencer Reid is who you’d make. Savannah did always prefer the more masculine men like Derek, whereas you had a tendency to go for guys who looked like they ran on coffee and adderall and had sensitive eyes.

“Derek and I will be there too, double date style, just in case you guys need a little nudge.”

“But Sav—“

“Nope, no buts. You’re coming. This is a good one, Y/N. I can feel it.”

“But what about work? What if we get called or they do or?”

You were rambling looking for an excuse not to go. You had no good reason to say no, you were just tired of one too many bad dates.

“Work is NOT getting in the way this time! I’ll see you at 7,” she cooed, waving as she slipped into a patient room.

Maybe she was right, maybe he would be special?

————

So that’s how you ended up sitting across from Spencer Reid in the booth of a diner at 7 pm on a Thursday night.

“I swear I reserved the restaurant for tonight!” Derek said, Savannah on his arm as you all walked a few blocks to the diner. They were Barbie and Ken, just hotter. You and Spencer walked side by side, about a foot between you.

When you had arrived at the fancy restaurant at 6:45 the hostess informed you all that Derek had reserved a table for a Thursday three months from now. The backup plan was the 24-hour diner you and Savannah hit many times post shift.

Spencer sat across from you, folding open the massive menu to find something he’d like. He was exactly how you remembered him: wickedly smart and devilishly handsome.

A dangerous combination.

“So Y/N, Spencer’s from Las Vegas,” Savannah started, not to subtly nudging you under the table with her leg.

“Really? That’s nice, I love Vegas,” You said and Spencer nodded slightly in response, “You’ve been?”

You nodded, “Yeah, for a few girls trips.”

He just nodded and let the conversation die. You felt a little defeated. Was this guy that bad at dates? Or did he just not like you?

True to her word, Savannah stepped in again.

“Today Y/N had a patient throw ice chips at her.”

“What’d you do to make them do that?” Derek said, peeking over the massive menu at you.

You laughed, “That’s not even the worst thing that’s happened.”

“What rotation are you on right now?” Spencer asked you and ordered a Shirley temple. What kind of guy orders a Shirley temple? This guy. This impossibly cute guy, who probably didn’t want you.

“Labor and delivery, so I’ve had many things thrown at me, been called many names,” You laughed and he smiled back.

“I can only imagine.”

“Pretty boy here has actually delivered a baby before,” Derek chimed in.

You stifled a laugh, “Really? Is that so?”

Spencer’s cheeks turned a light pink, “Yeah, actually, and it was not what I expected.”

“Well what did you expect?”

He smirked, “I read all the manuals, I didn’t expect rose petals and magic but that much fluid? Where does it all even come from?”

You and Savannah chuckled, “Squeamish Dr. Reid?”

“Surprisingly, birth is harder to see than some of the dead bodies we get.”

“Hey hey, no dead body and grossness talk at dinner. I’m trying to eat here,” Derek said as the food arrived.

Spencer put his hands up in defeat, “No more dead body talk, I promise.”

You did the same, “No more birth talk, promise!”

You all started to eat, and of course you and Spencer reached for the ketchup at the same time, bumping fingers, like in those teen movies.

“I’m sorry, ladies first,” he said. You grabbed the bottle and squeezed ketchup all over your french fries.

Savannah cringed, “She doesn’t put ketchup on the side of her fries to dip like a normal person, she squeezes it all over top like a psychopath.”

You feigned insult and lightly hit her arm, “Hey! Don’t call me a psychopath in front of all the FBI agents!”

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, you definitely aren’t a psychopath,” Spencer said, offering you a shy smile, “I know psychopaths.”

“Thank you Dr. Reid,” you blushed and he took the ketchup from you, squirting it all over his fries just like you did.

“See! I’m not crazy! He did it too!”

“Probably because you’re both psychopaths,” Savannah giggled and the four of you laughed.

You reached over and took a fry from Spencer’s plate and then you both were finally comfortable. You looked at Savannah once and gave her a thumbs up; she was right, this was a good one.

The rest of the night was perfect. You and Spencer joked and laughed and learned about each other, by the end of the night you almost forgot Derek and Savannah were even there. The two of you were in your own little world, and it was amazing. You would’ve stayed out forever if they would’ve let you.

“We can all hitch a cab?” Derek said as you all stood on the corner. It was cold out and Spencer had so kindly given you his suit jacket. It smelled like fancy cologne, how much more attractive could he be?

You looked at Spencer, and he looked at you, and in that moment you made a decision. You were not going home without this man tonight.

“Actually, I live a few blocks that way,” You said, pointing in the opposite direction, the oversized jacket flopping as you did so, “I’m good to walk home.”

“Would you like some company?” Spencer said, his mouth turned up in a crooked smile. He rocked back and forth on his heels.

“I’d love some.”

Derek and Savannah gave each other a knowing look and bid you farewell. Spencer offered his arm and you grabbed it, leading him to your apartment.

As you walked he pointed out sights and told you the history of the landmarks you were passing.

“The Washington Monument was completed in two phases, a private one from 1848 to 1854 and then a public one from 1876 to 1884.”

“Have you ever been up in it?” You asked, stopping to stare up at the huge monument.

“No, have you?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I have.”

“Maybe you can take me up next time,” he stammered out, blushing and squeezing your arm tight.

You smiled, blush creeping up your face as well at the thought of a “next time.”

“Yeah, I’d love to, and then I’ll show you the best bakery in DC. I’m a sucker for an eclair.”

You released your arm from the crook of his elbow and grabbed his hand. He grabbed yours back, looking down at you in his jacket in the moonlight. His eyes were shiny and the brown was dark, almost black. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he bit on his lip ever so slightly.

You wanted to kiss him. Scratch that. You needed to kiss him. You stopped again and he turned to face you. Just as you went up on your tippy toes to kiss him, he knelt down to your level and connected your lips.

It was a short, sweet, innocent kiss that made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and other places. When you separated you were both grinning ear to ear.

The rest of the walk was hand in hand, him rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and you both talking. When you arrived at the front door, you both paused.

“Well, this is me,” You said and started to unlock the door. He stayed a few steps down, just smiling at you.

“Do you want my—should I give you my phone number?” He said, his voice laced with doubt.

You smiled and turned, “Actually...”

His face fell, a sad expression covering the smile he had moments ago.

“Oh, it’s okay I understand, I-I thought we were having a good time is all,” he mumbled out, rubbing his arms because he was freezing and you still had on his jacket.

“I was going to say would you like to come in?” You said, feeling just as awkward as he did.

His eyes widened, “Uh- do I want to come in?” Even he knew what that was insinuating.

You suddenly felt embarrassed, like you had misread the entire situation, “I mean, only if you want to?”

He regained his confidence a little, “Yeah. Yeah, I want to.” And he followed you inside.

You slid off his suit jacket and laid it nicely over a chair, “Can I get you a drink?”

He nodded, “Water’s fine.”

As you went to the kitchen to find him a glass of water, he made himself at home on the couch. You could’ve sworn you heard him mumbling to himself, but shrugged it off. You sat next to him and placed the two glasses of water on the coffee table.

You turned to him, “So—“

To your surprise, he immediately kissed you again, this time with less innocence and much longer. You kissed back, nipping slightly at his lower lip. The kiss got more and more intense, your tongue moving between his slightly chapped lips. His hands found a home on your hip bones, using his thumbs to rub small circles there. When you separated you both had to take a few slow breaths.

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this on a first date,” you mumbled, scooting closer to him so your thighs were touching.

He grabbed a stray piece of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, “I don’t usually do this at all.”

His hand went to cup your face and he was kissing you again. This time, you leaned back so he could hover over you, his tie laying over your chest.

His hands were on either side of you, and your fingers were running through his messy brown hair. You tugged slightly at the root, making him moan and open his mouth even more to you.

Slowly you reached down to fumble with his tie, his hand reached up to stop you.

“Patience,” he mumbled into your lips before kissing down your cheek and across your jaw. Each kiss sent jolts through your body, making the peach fuzz on your neck stand up. You put your hands back where they were in his hair, and one of his hands stayed next to you, supporting him, and the other landed on your hip. His lips found a spot just under your ear, and he sucked on it slightly making you moan and shut your eyes.

“The ears are a neglected erogenous zone,” he said against your skin before nipping and biting at the lobe.

“I-I like it,” you breathed out as you reached back for his tie and undid it, tossing it somewhere across from the couch.

“Should we take this somewhere else?”

You nodded, and in one motion he picked you up bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and giggled as you led him to your bedroom. He laid you on your bed gently.

You scooted up to the pillows and propped yourself up on your elbows, “Lose the shirt, Dr. Reid.”

He raised and eyebrow at you but did what you asked and soon his dress shirt and undershirt were on the floor. He was slim but covered in muscle. You bit your lip at the thought how scratch marks would look down his back.

“It’s rude to stare,” he joked, and another redhot flush graced your cheeks.

You absentmindedly rubbed your legs together in anticipation as he began to undo his belt. You felt like it was only fair that you undressed too, so you took off your dress and laid out in your bra and underwear.

When he returned to hovering over you he smiled, sloppy kisses running from your lips and down your neck. You silently cursed yourself for not wearing nicer undergarments, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind as he palmed your breasts over your beige bra. You moaned into the skin of his shoulder and started to kiss and suck there. Your hands scratched down is back, leaving red lines in their wake. He grabbed your bra straps and pulled them off your shoulders, pulling the bra down to expose you to him.

With a sharp intake of breath, his mouth was around one of your nipples, sucking on it and twisting it between his lips. His free hand came up to pinch the other bud, making you moan loudly again. You arched your back to meet him, and his hand left your chest to force you back down.

You whimpered as you felt him hard and hot against your thigh. Then he switched sides, wanting to give you equal attention. He stayed there until you begged him to stop.

“S-Spencer,” you said between breathy moans, “Just fuck me already.”

He pulled back and blew on your chest lightly, sending shivers down your spine and wetness to your center.

He stopped and looked at you, his eyes warm and full of concern, “Are you sure?”

You writhed underneath him, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m clean. I’m protected. Please. I need you.”

He completely removed your bra and underwear now, leaving you naked beneath him. You pulled his boxers down slightly, so he could spring out. You pumped him a few times and ran the tip across your entrance, making both of you groan. He kissed you kindly, like he had in front of the washington monument, and then slid inside of you.

You groaned at the feeling, clutching the sheets beside you as he let you adjust.

“Okay?” He whispered and you nodded.

“Do something Spencer, please.”

And with that he began thrusting in and out of you slowly, stopping when he bottomed out. You wrapped your thighs around his waist and pulled him in closer to you while your hands tugged at his hair. The sounds falling from both of you were obscene and delicious. It was hard to tell where he started and you ended.

“Fuck,” he groaned, falling from his hands to his elbows over you. Your chests touched and he stuck his thumb in your mouth. You instinctively sucked in it and he took it between your thighs to start stroking figure-eights on your clit. You groaned and arched into him.

“Don’t stop,” You mumbled, kissing whatever skin your mouth could reach.

“I’m close,” he whispered, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto you but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the way he was winding you up with his fingers, getting you closer and closer to the edge. You stared up at him, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. You made eye contact and he caught your lips in a lusty kiss.

“Wait for me,” you ordered, scratching more lines down his back as your orgasm took over. Your vision went black, your whole body tensing as you pulsed around him.

He rode your high with you while chasing his own.

“Where can I?”

“My mouth,” you said, as he pulled out and put his tip between your lips. You used your hands and mouth to finish him before he came.

The two of you flopped on the bed panting, then started laughing. You turned to lay your head on his chest, “I’m glad I went out tonight.”

He pulled you close to him, so your head was just above his pounding heart, “So am I.” And he kissed your forehead.

You snuck out of his arms to get cleaned up and returned to your spot on his chest. There he stroked your back lightly until you both fell asleep.

————

The next morning you were turned away from Spencer, your butts touching slightly making you chuckle. You looked over at him and he was still soundly sleeping, looking even more adorable than he had the night before, if that was even possible.

You looked for your phone and saw two missed calls from Savannah. You called her back.

“Hey,” you whispered so you wouldn’t wake Spencer.

“Sooo what’d you think? What’d you guys do? Did you....”

You rolled your eyes, “It was a great night Savannah.”

She squealed on the other side, “YES! I knew it. You owe me $15!” She called to Derek, who was no doubt listening on the other end. You had to stifle a laugh.

“So there’s a second date in your future? I don’t have to keep setting you up?”

You looked over at Spencer, his hair falling in angelic waves around his face. You admired the lips you had grown to know last night and couldn’t wait to feel them again.

“No more setting me up,” You whispered, “And you were right Sav, this one is special.”

You couldn’t tell but Spencer was awake, his mouth turning up into a smile as he overheard your conversation. When you hung up he stretched as if he has just woken up.

“Hey,” he said, voice raspy and groggy.

“Hey,” you placed a peck on his lips.

“How about breakfast is date number two?”

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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its gonna be an oolong night

A/N: Yes, I’m still alive. This is for a character that literally nobody is familiar with, and I honestly don’t care at this point. He’s wonderful, attractive, and my god great character yes yes yes. Mat x reader.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), major teasing, like more than usual for me, but somehow still soft like what the fuck

I also know that a lot is going on right now, fandom-wise, and here in the US.(i swear to god one of these days im just gonna start throwing hands at the police) (or just the world in general.) But here’s some smut to take your mind off that, at least for a few thousand words.

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“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s literally just a dosage cup full.” he said, leaning the small cup towards you. Mat was testing a new brew of coffee, one he made this time. Although you loved and trusted him, sometimes he didn’t have the best execution.

“Sir, you have no idea how much anxiety I’m gonna be having if I have like any of that.” you reply, slowly backing into the corner. You look around for any type of escape, and it seems as if the side door in the kitchen was the only option. As Mat dove forward, you spun to face the door, and placed a finger on the handle.

“One move and I’m gone sir. Not permanently of course, the dick’s too good, but you know I have places to be. Food to eat. Arson to commit.” you say, half-stern, foot inching towards the door.

“Ugh fine. At least I know that I’ve been fucking you right this entire time.” he replies, downing the coffee before throwing the small cup in the sink, walking towards you. The sun was out, and he was simply glowing in it. Especially after that work out with Craig, dear lord, that man was looking scrumdiddlyumptious.

“You always listen. I have no idea if it’s because of your anxiety, or that you drink your respect women juice every morning. But what can I say, you know your way around.” you mutter, letting him come from behind you in order to hug you.

“I don’t think I’d want it any other way. Finding the body’s secrets and enjoying them together. Are you purposely trying to get me to fuck you on the couch, because I will.” Mat whispered into your form. You could feel him press his hardness into you, and a few thoughts passed through your head.

Do I want this man to fuck my brains out? Yes/No

Am I going to have to clean the couch, bed, counter, and or kitchen table afterwards? Yes/No

Will he make/give me brownies afterwards? Yes/No

But I have work to do??? Do That First, And Let Him Tease You Through It/Ignore

“Okay, fine, I’ll let you fuck me afterwards. But you can tease me throughout, it’s always an option.” you mutter, turning around to see the half-smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re going to struggle, mama.” he said, putting a record on, Keys of Life, as expected.

“We’ll see.”

And fucking see you did. You couldn’t get a fucking break from this man’s fucking hands. He was observing you while you folded laundry, and would purposely brush his hands with yours when you handed a new article of clothing to him. You were washing dishes practically attached at the hip. It took you a good hour to get all of the housework done. Of course, it would’ve gone much smoother if Mat wasn’t sitting on counters like a cat, mind, counters that you were trying to clean.

“Yay, you’re finally done!” Mat cheered, climbing towards you from the end of the bed, gently tugging your pants off. He kissed up your calves, and breathed in deeply once he got to your hips. He let the sigh out, and got to work on treasuring your legs and thighs.

You took a deep breath, and got distracted in thought for a moment. Mat always treated you like, well a queen. Waking up in the morning to cook before he goes down to the shop, and letting you try new recipes. He even let you go back into the kitchen to tour it once. Although, Pablo headbanging wasn’t what you intended on seeing. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t take it back for anything. Mat’s wonderful, and he made sure everything was as it should be. Well, most times at least. It gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling, and you came back to the realm of reality where Mat was finishing his rounds, fingers threading a trail to your underwear.

He also tugged those off, and without a second thought, your legs spread further, and Mat gently kissed along your slit, then using his fingers to separating your labia. Your head sat back on the pillow as his tongue made itself familiar with you once more. His hands came up to hold your hips to his face, and you had half a mind to squeeze his head with your thighs. Tiny, lewd noises filled the once-quiet space as Mat went to town on your pussy, like he hadn’t eaten in days (thats a lie, he ate you out during a work call the night before). His nose gently nudged your clit, and you gasped. He smiled against you as one of his fingers came to toy with it, rubbing gentle circles. You sighed at his touch, but then the fucker began teasing.

His tongue would get within centimeters of your clit before retreating back down. You were very tempted to reach down to hold his head where you wanted. You thought it out for 0.5 seconds before reaching down and gently pressing his head into your sex, adjusting your hips as to where they’re slightly off the bed. He looked up at you, glaring, as he let you have your way with his head...for the time being at least.

He lapped at your excretions, almost disgustingly so, but every noise that come from below further fueled the fire. The burning, aching fire in the pit of your gut that wanted nothing more than to absolutely be ruined by (or to ruin) your lover, as well as the bedsheets that you’d been occupying. For short moments of time, you focused on the feeling of his dreads on your thighs before another intrusion made you gasp out loud, making your hips stutter against Mat’s face, losing their up and down motion. Mat’s fingers were more than skilled at getting where they needed to be, and as you felt them (yes, them, he works quick) scissor into you. Your walls contracted when he moved his mouth over your clit, sucking roughly. Those fucking sounds drove you over multiple waves, but the big one was yet to arrive. You were getting extraordinarily close, and on extremely short notice. You couldn’t make head nor tail of Mat’s fingers or his tongue. All you knew was more and more pressure right where you wanted. The flat of his tongue just needed to move like an inch to the left-

oh jesus fucking christ~

Your legs squeezed around Mat’s face as you came, and you screamed to the heavens, head thrown back. Angelic, almost, except maybe God won’t let you in for this moment, right here in particular. Mat came back up with the bottom half of his face covered in slick, eyes blown with lust.

“Every time you properly give me an orgasm, I swear 5 extra years get added to my life.” you mumble, catching your breath.

“Mm, and well deserved. You taste so fucking good, I need even more time to cherish you.” he replied, shedding his shirt.

You admired him from your spot on the bed for a short moment before the sex gremlin in your brain leaned forward, urging you to kiss your partner. He reciprocated, and his arm found its way back around your body as the two of you made out. Mat’s hard-on pulsed against your thigh, even through those fucking boxers, you thought, as Mat detached from the kiss, moving his way to your neck. He nipped at a few spots, and kissed over your clavicle before finally taking off his last article of clothing, and you contracted once more upon realizing that this man, truly was yours. He wouldn’t be this tender and caring with anyone he found (on second thought, mans does have horrible anxiety, so-). But no, he usually wouldn’t eat out some stranger, then ask them what their favorite surprise flavors in cupcakes are. He wouldn’t carry them to bed after their day was too exhausting to even want to life another finger. He wouldn’t come over and smoke, and talk over records with just anyone.

“I know you’re thinking about something. Come on, my penis is a simple being, it’s not a deity.” Mat says, chuckling afterwards.

“Right... let me just call the pp doctor real quick. In reality, I was thinking about how good you are to me. But please, do feel free to stick it in, I’m waiting sir.” you reply, letting Mat line himself up before he gently sheathed himself in you, causing your head to tip back once more. Mat also let out a beautiful, guttural noise of his own, furthering your own want for him to fuck your brains out.

Mat gently pulled back before starting a decent pace, making sure to let you adjust where needed, and tucking his head into your neck. You looked over to his back, and stare at his ass before deciding to actually focus on the pleasure you were experiencing in that moment. Your hands rested on his back as you gently clenched and unclenched, thinking of nothing more than being absolutely wrecked and fucked out by Mat, letting your thoughts wander to the dirtiest, most filthy parts of your brain. Once you were done practically creaming at the thought of being ruined, Mat groaned against your neck. He was almost whimpering, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his muscles gleamed in the sunlight, which peeked through the blinds.

You just so happened to look down at where Mat was slamming into you, and it was such a wonderful thing to see. There was cream practically streaming out of you, and the spot underneath you was soaked, a good sized puddle of release surrounding your bottom. Mat wasn’t even fully pulling out anymore. That didn’t even matter though, he just felt so good. Too fucking good. The sound of him fucking you into the mattress was so good. So much better than the toy in the bedside drawer. It worked wonders, true, but my god, Mat did you so well. Could never hold candle to him. Mat was getting louder, and the almost full-bladder feeling built inside of you, but that was for another time. Although, the sheets can’t possibly be ruined any further. Anyway, Mat was about to fucking mating press you into the goddamn mattress.

You clenched, and gasped loudly as Mat hit that one spot. The definite, all-in spot that made you see stars when tapped correctly. Your nails dug into Mat’s back, much to his liking, and he drilled you into the mattress, legs held by his hands, and all thoughts thrown out of the window. He was openly praising you, how good and tight you felt, and how he wanted to *shudders* fill you up while he gently, but somehow so roughly made love to you. A few more loud moments passed, and you ground your hips upwards, making sure that somehow, you remained dominant in your own sense. Mat sped up impossibly, hips moving like a blur into you. He reached his end, and cried out, hips pressed directly into yours as he came. His eyes were closed, but he looked so fucking good, head thrown back, chest glistening with sweat. He collapsed next to you, breathing heavily. You contemplated getting up, but Mat always got a smidge clingy after his orgasms, so you were you wrapped your arms around him, in an odd sideways hug. Minutes passed, and you were fighting sleep, and resisting the urge.

Once you were almost out, you heard a muffled noise from besides you.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” you muttered. Mat moved his head from the pillow and said something very honest.

“I want you to sit on my face. You didn’t get a chance to orgasm again, and I want you to have as lovely of a experience as I did.” he replied, and you were a deer in headlights for a moment. A very aware deer, but like sir, I need some reference. Don’t tell me to pop, lock, and drop it on your face right after I just held my legs in one spot for like 30 minutes.

“Fucking get to it then.” you purred, hips hovering above his face

He waited only seconds to begin absolutely devouring you, nose buried in your pussy. You barely even had to move your hips, as was getting into every spot you needed him to perfectly. His tongue seemed to move a mile a minute, getting all of the best places it could find. You were afraid of what was to happen if he was too quick. Poor thing would need a good five minutes of warning. You fully let go of the tension in your body, and let Mat work his magic, hands holding onto your ass extremely tight, sure to leave bruises.

You screamed when he landed a slap to your ass, harder than usual, and you were just moments away from another wonderful climax. At this moment in time, you wished that you had a mirror on the top of your bed, so that way, you could see everything. It would be so perfect for so many tender moments in time. Or less tender, more rough and “chile, we shoulda got the roast out at 4:45, but it’s 5:25 moments”

Your brain just go happened to think about looking down, and Mat’s blissed out face, mildly flushed in comparison to other moments. You moved your hips just one touch to the right, and it caused you to orgasm on his face. Quite messily for an observer’s eye. Yeahhh, you should’ve warned him about that. Mat wiped his face off, and smiled, kissing your thigh as you fell to the opposite side of the bed. You laughed it off, and almost immediately knocked out.

“You could’ve told me about that, y’know.” Mat said, the next morning. He was brushing his teeth, and preparing to open The Coffee Spoon up for the morning.

“It would’ve ruined the fun. Who doesn’t like a bit of spice added to their coffee, hmm?” you retorted, watching as his eyes drifted over to yours in a somewhat happy, somewhat “oh my god, the fucking nerves of that pun” way.

No matter, because there would be a lot more surprises where that came from.

Mat, for reference:

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 4 years

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Writing idea: You (reader) getting heavily involved into the Cody's lifestyle. Having a damn lit time with Craig, who lured you into doing drugs with him.

Content warnings: Smut, indication of drugs

Just a little drowsy I wrapped my leg around Craig's waist. His body radiated a pleasant warmth as a soft breeze of summer air went through his bedroom.

With the afternoon sun soaking the room in a bright orange that was slowly fading into a deep red Craig pulled me in closer.

I had my eyes closed to fully embrace every touch he was caressing me with. His fingertips that playfully circled around my shoulders sent little sparkling waves through my body that felt like levitating next to his.

"You okay, babe?" he asked with his other hand softly cupping my cheek.

"Sure..", I hummed in response "Craig?"

"Huh?"

"I don't ever want to leave this moment."

"We don't have to, angel..." The sound of his voice made it clear that he was smiling widely.

Softly pressing kisses onto his chest my lips worked their way across Craig's neck up to his mouth. We embraced into a longing kiss that felt like fire pumping through my veins. Under my breath I pulled him closer and ran my fingers through his messy hair. His skin delicately stroking mine felt like the sun itself locking me into a heated hug.

The time appeared to pass by at it's very own pace as the both of us were grinding our bodies against each other. My mind was filled with the image of little sparks flying around in the absence of any thoughts. This soft, buzzing feeling that filled every cell of my body intensified with every time our lips crashed onto another. It made me want to be one with Craig. It made me want to melt into his body to be ultimately close to the beat of his heart that appeared to be one and the same with mine.

"Gosh... I want you so bad right now." Craig murmured into my ear, barely stroking my ear with the tip of his nose. His words echoed in my mind as I opened my eyes just to drown in the striking blue of his in an instant. It almost felt as if they were piercing through me, reaching into the most vulnerable depths of my soul.

I wanted him too, more than anything else in this world. Everything about him touched me in a way nobody else before had. Locking his eyes with mine I pressed his back onto the mattress and swung myself on top of him. I smiled at him as he ever so gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, before I lowered myself in for a kiss. With my hands caressing his chest I felt him pushing into me and I exhaled a lustful moan onto his lips.

Delicately, almost playfully I stared moving my hips to the beat of our hearts. We were moving as one, breathing as one.... I could feel it more vibrant than ever.

Zoning out further and further I recognised a tingling feeling in my stomach growing stronger. At first it felt like literal butterflies flapping their wings within my body, but that quickly rose up to the point of it being an almost electrifying humming.

At some distant point I could hear Craig panting. I felt him grabbing my waist, pushing my body onto his as close as possible. With him pounding into me this feeling worked it's way towards its climax.

This was something that appeard to happen far off the sands of time or the construct of place in any form. Without a real warning it went off like a firework inside my body, washing through my muscles straight into my head. I didn't know what was happening, but if there ever was a greater entity I must have entered it's nebula for the mere blink of an eye.

With eyes wide open I stopped in my movement and stared at Craig. He had a smile on his lips that couldn't have been brighter. I was panting and sweating, but that didn't bother me in any way. Still thrilled with what I just felt I started smiling too, almost laughing softly.

"Did that feel good?"

"Hell yeah..."

"You in for more?"

I nodded, as Craig turned his face towards the nightstand and pointed towards an assembly of papes, tips and crumbles of shredded weed.

#Animal Kingdom #fanfic #craig x reader #craig cody #AK #oneshot #sex on drugs #Supporting the Craig Cody Crack #Can't get enough of this fuzzy bear #i mean look at him

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years

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My 2019 Roleplay Request

Intro

hello I'm Jessica Now a little information about me about me I'm 29 dyslexic but I do my I'm still looking for a band roleplay The Band list of groups my oc would have love interests for but if you don't see any you like tell me some you do and I will gladly put in the work to give you the band you want but please if you message me to stick to it because I have had a few people start talking with me about plot and ideas then just disappear so if that’s what your going to do please don’t message me.

Rules & Information

Grammar and style;

Grammar and spelling isn't an issue as long as I know that your trying to say we should be fine but I will not accept one liners I RP in third person and paragraph form only I can't deal with one liners any more but I will not accept novel style ether I just can't match that I can do 100 to 500 ors per side but if you write more that's fine just understand I may not match your length but I will do my very best to try and get as close to it as i can also know that with dyslexic so if your looking for perfect grammar i’m not your girl I do have discord if you want to talk there just let me know otherwise I mainly rp over email or discord.

Love interests and Other Character;

I don't mind having outside characters and or multiple love interests cause I love drama and all the fun things that come with it so feel free to add any twist and turn you want and I'll help you come up with ideas as well if you want to run things by me if we have the same love interests that's fine we can do a split universes so we can both have the same guy or odds are i can find another love interest.

Smuts and other things;

I’m more than willing to smut and other adult themes like violence, gore, death, etc as well and really I have almost no limits but I WILL NOT do any Pedophilia bestiality necrophilia insets or extreme age gaps and scat other then that I have no other limits but if you have any kinks or other controversial mature things such as rape or abuse we can talk about it not much makes me uncomfortable all pairings are fine myself I to mostly MxF pairings but I'm fine doing MxM or FxF for others

messages and Replies;

please take your time there is no need to send rushed replies I will not bother you about it I'm on all the time I know most others have busy lives so I will give you a week before asking about replies all I ask is that you give me the same treatment I have a one year old daughter and a part time job but I will try to reply at least once a day if not more but I do have busy days.

Attitude and Fairness;

Keep things fair make sure that both sides and if I'm doing something on your side of the rp that you don't think works for the idea you have in mind for the plot on your end tell me I will be happy to talk and adjust things to something you find is more of what you had in mind I do this for fun and I want my partner to have fun as well.

Terminating an RP;

If you no longer wish to roleplay with me then please tell me don't just ignore me I find it rather rude cause if I have to stop the rp I will let you know.

Everything Else;

I don’t mind doing more than one roleplay at a time I don’t mind if you just want to talk on the side lines or in another message in fact I encourage outside talks and getting to know my partners making new friends and expanding my horizons in the rp world if you see anything you like contact me fandoms and love interests below Discord

Email [email protected]

Discord Jess#1964

T.V. shows and movies

Vikings

Bjorn

Ivar

True Blood

Godric

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

The Avengers

Clint

Thor

Loki

Steve

Natasha

Wanda

The Walking Dead

Daryl

Sons of anarchy

Jax

Chibs

X-men

Logan

Victor Creed

Law & order

Elliot Stabler

Chester Lake

criminal minds

Spencer Reid

Supernatural

Dean

Sam

Shadowhunters

Jace

Clary

Suicide Squad

Captain Boomerang

Rick Flag

Diablo

Anime/Cartoons

Dragonball z

Bardoc

Inuyasha

Bankotsu

Yu Yu Hakusho

Hiei

Kurama

Beyblade

Kai

Creepypasta

Laughing Jack

The Band List

Asking Alexandria

Ben

Bring me the horizon

Oil Skys

Escape the fate

Craig

Tokio Hotel

Bill

Tom

Bullet For My Valentine

Matt tuck

HIM

ville valo

Disturbed

david

Framing Hanley

Kenith Nixon

Other fandoms i know but not interested in roleplaying for my side but will for others

American Horror Stories FreakShow

Gotham

Constantine

Boondock Saints

Ghost Adventures

Dog and Beth on the hunt/Dog the bounty Hunter

Lord of the Rings

Pirates of the Caribbean

Anime

Bleach

Trigun

Wolf’s Rain

Teen Titans

Rurouni Kenshin

Akame ga kill

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likethetailofacomet · 6 years

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The End is Here- Ch. 6- No Time to Pretend

AN ENDLESS SUMMER ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU

This all started when @zaffrenotes sent me a prompt asking how Jake and Kara would meet in a zombie apocalypse au. So, thanks, D! Because now i’m obsessed with sweaty, bloody, dirty end of the world Jake and Kara. Ah, true love.

Warning: there will be violence, blood, death and adult relations in this series. this chapter has some smutty smut towards the end ;)

tagging: @ooo-barff-ooo @sleepwalkingelite @brightpinkpeppercorn @zaffrenotes @mind-reader1 @agent-bossypants @endlessly-searching-for-you @endlesstaylormckenzie @mysteli @indiacater @endlesshero1122 @endlessflame @akrenich @feartheendlesssummer @sophie-summer @beccasbadchoices @nekkidmolerat @cordoniantrash @choices-is-life @choiceslife @simmerbychoices @blackcatkita @edgydepressedchoicesthot

tunes: for Jake and Kara- Beautiful Dream by George Ezra

What a beautiful dream I think I’ll stay a while Won’t open my resting eyes Caught off guard in between

Estela’s boots hit the ground first, her fingers curled tightly around the shaft of her shaolin spade as Sean, Craig and Michelle made their way down the rope behind her. Eyes wide and focus sharp, she scanned the area around them for movement, trying to assess the situation that they were in. A few creepers lay at their feet, Sean’s arrows sticking out of their heads and backs, empty eyes staring up at them from decaying faces missing noses and jaws and ears. A raspy breath from their left made Estela twirl around, spade ready as she lunged at the thing, the curved end of the spade decapitating the undead attacker like a hot knife through butter. It fell to the frozen ground with a hard thud as the rest of the group jumped down from the rope. One down, thought Estela, continuing to scan the area, three more creepers and five Traffickers to go.

Sean bent down keeping his eyes up as his hand curled around the arrow sticking out of the dispatched corpse at his feet, yanking it out with a squelchy sound. It came up covered in slick, black ooze and he strung it to his bow, aiming at one of the Traffickers running towards them. He let it fly, the thrum of the bow string spraying the inky black blood across Sean’s face. Sean didn’t flinch as the arrow flew through the darkness and hit its mark, taking the man down mid step. Sean cautiously moved toward the next heap of flesh and bones on the ground, yanking another arrow from what used to be its forehead. Three more of them, four more Traffickers.

Michelle heard the snapping of jaws from her right and realized that while her attention had been on Sean and his arrows, an undead assailant had crept up on her, one arm hanging limply from its shoulder socket, the other outstretched and grasping for her, its gnarled fingers brushing at the hair that hung around her shoulders.

“Duck, Meech!” Craig commanded, and she did as she was told, crouching low and just in time, as Craig’s tire iron came swinging through the space that Michelle’s head was just occupying, bashing the mushy skull of the thing that had surprised Michelle.

“Thanks,” she breathed as she stood, locking eyes with Craig as the big man nodded. She adjusted her grip on her golf club and collected herself with a deep breath, sticking close to Estela and the rest of them as they moved toward the headlights of the Trafficker’s truck. Sean took another quick moving Trafficker out, leaving just two more of them and two more of the undead. Estela handled one of them, jabbing it in the chest with the sharpened end of her weapon without even looking. Michelle heard fast footsteps coming up beside her, followed by the cocking of a shotgun. She closed her eyes and took a swing to where she hoped the man’s shins would be catching him by surprise, the gun discharging into the air as his legs flew out from under him and he landed flat on his back. She looked down at the face glaring back at her and recognized him instantly. It was the man in charge the night she and Raj were taken. An ice cold crackling feeling filled her like a flood as she lifted the club and brought it mercilessly down on the man’s face with a satisfying crunch, repeating until he ceased his movements, blood spurting from his nose and eyes and where his mouth used to be. She took a deep, shuddering breath and spun to catch up to the group.

“Enough!” a voice shouted out across the field and through the darkness. In the glow of the headlights they could make out the last of the Traffickers, his hands raised, a rope dangling from one of them. They slowed their steps, Michelle sticking close to Estela, Sean a half step ahead of them all and Craig slightly behind Michelle. “Enough…you…made your point…” there was fear shaking the man’s voice and Michelle felt her nostrils flare and her lip curl. How dare he be afraid, she thought, he brought this on himself. She kept her eyes on the rope in his hands, not willing to let herself be fooled- he might sound scared but he’s got one last thing up his sleeve.

“How will we know you won’t come back with more people? More of....of them?” Sean asked, his bow trained on the man before them.

Michelle watched as the rope started to move.

"I won't, guy, no one left back at camp...you...you killed them all."

Michelle didn't buy it. She knew the network of Traffickers was much bigger than the 4 men they'd dispatched and the 1 cowering before them. The rope twitched again, drawing Estela's attention- something was attached to the end of it.

“Don't listen to him, Sean,” Estela hissed, tightening her grip on her spear and taking a step closer to the man. Michelle moved forward, her feet filling the footprints Estela had just left behind. Sean adjusted his elbow higher, zeroing in on the man in front of them.

Suddenly the rope tugged and pulled and the man couldn't keep it between his fingers anymore. He let it slip, as deranged laughter slipped from his mouth. “You should have let me go,” he said, stepping aside as the thing at the end of the rope made itself visible.

Michelle’s eyes widened, her breath sucked from her lungs, chest feeling hollow and bruised as she recognized him. Raj. But it wasn't, not anymore. His face was sunken and his eyes were dull, skin rotting right off of his cheekbones, hair limp, filthy and hanging in clumps. He snapped his jaws at them, at her, and she knew there was nothing left inside of the perverted shell of the person he was. He was kind and always looked for the good, for the brightness. He was selfless and had saved her life, saved her spirit and saved everything that she was, and this had likely been the direct result of his actions. He didn't deserve this. Michelle knew the sick piece of shit who'd stopped laughing when Sean's arrow hit his shoulder had probably thought that seeing Raj like this would frighten her, make her sad, torture her, somehow make her a soft target again. But instead it filled her with rage, and as it lunged at her wearing what was left of Raj's face, she swung her club through it's skull and left it twitching behind her. It wasn't Raj. It had no right to pretend to be. She walked right past Sean, past Craig and Estela and raised her club once more before bringing it down on the man's face, his scream turning into a squelch as she smashed his nose and orbital bones to pulp. Craig and Zahra knew about Raj and about Michelle's time with the Traffickers, but after seeing her now, Sean and Estela knew that something had happened, and that Michelle had just finished something big. They didn't ask, but they knew.

“It's done,” Estela said, resting a hand on Michelle's shoulder. The women shared a nod, eyes locked on one another, before the group collectively took a breath. Craig and Sean surveyed the truck and deemed it suitable to drive, so they took it back to the apartment before climbing back up the rope to the rest of the group. Relieved hugs and sighs went around the room as Zahra, Diego, Kara and Jake realized that everyone had made it back safely- dirty, exhausted, chests heaving and minds dark with what had just happened, but alive and whole and safe. Craig enveloped his wife and she tucked her face into his jacket so no one would see the three small tears that slipped out with the deep breath she exhaled. Sean told the rest of them what happened, that they'd secured the truck. Everyone got cleaned up and crawled to a couch or bed to crash into sleep, a veil of safety draped over the apartment, keeping them warm for at least one more night.

Kara felt her neck snapping forward as she dozed on the couch with Jake resting against her. She pulled her head back up with a gasp and blinked her eyes open. Her eyelids were made of lead and she fought them harder than ever, terrified to fall asleep while he slept. She needed to keep her eyes on him, watch for any signs of pain or fever, make sure he kept breathing. The motion of her dropping shoulders and head as she dozed over and over again woke him and he cleared his throat. “Hey, Princess, why don't you get some sleep?” he asked, titling his head back to look at her face. Her eyes were barely open, a thick fog settling in their normally clear blue skies. “You're so tired, Kara,” he whispered, trying to hide the grimace on his face. He was still in extreme pain, and talking was difficult but he'd bare any pain to ease hers.

“I'm fine, Jake,” she protested, a yawn breaking through to smash her words to smithereens.

He sighed, wishing with every ounce of him that he could take her in his arms, hold her to him and kiss her worries away, use his hands and his tongue, his lips, his breath and his body to show her that there was nothing to worry about. “You're not fine...you're exhausted, baby.” It wasn't a question. “Please, Kara...please, get some rest. I'll stay awake...let me watch over you for a little bit, okay? Please?”

There it was again. The word she'd never say no to, and he knew it. “Okay...just for a little while...just two hours, okay? Then wake me up. Promise.” she kissed his nose as she demanded her terms.

“Promise,” he whispered, and she eased back into the couch cushion. Before a minute had ticked by on his watch he felt her body go limp and her breath slow as she fell under the warm haze that had been trying to pull her into sleep since she'd carried his weight down into that laundry room. “Sleep well, Kara,” he let the words just barely trickle from his lips as he trailed his fingers lightly along her knee and looked out the window at the dark, black night. He let his mind wander to one of the scenarios he'd come up with, one of the thousands of different ways they could have met.

He'd brought his niece and nephew to the planetarium down at the local community college- they'd recently become obsessed with constellations, probably due to the fact that aside from catching bugs and looking at stars, Jake had no idea what to do with them. But they loved everything that uncle Jake did with them, so learning each and every star, comet, asteroid and moon had become their new shared activity. The college was putting on a special show, displaying constellations from millions of years ago, ones that can't be seen any more as some of the stars had died, faded from existence, but the stories behind them had not, which was great as the two mini star gazers had already memorized all of the current visible constellations. Jake led Lucas and Laura by the hand to their seats in the sloping auditorium and waited excitedly as the lights dimmed and a beautiful young woman with silky, silvery blonde hair took the stage. “Welcome to the Hadrean Era,” she said, her voice tingling like stardust as the ceiling lit up with the twisting form of Andromeda, the woman in chains, the bright lights of Lupus, the lone wolf, with Delphinus and Draco and all the rest. At the end of the show the woman sat dangling her short legs from the stage's edge, allowing audience members to come ask questions and make comments. Lucas and Laura each had a question and Jake watched their faces light up as the woman answered them before turning to face Jake. She reached into her pocket and produced a small business card. “I'm Kara, I run this program...you three can come back anytime, show or not...I'm always happy to shed some light on the skies with fellow star lovers,” she ruffled the kids' hair and he felt sparks igniting in his heart.

“I'm Jake,” he said, “And I'm gonna take you up on that offer, Princess of the Stars.”

She dreamed of that first night, that first time she and Jake gave themselves to one another. He’d saved her life just hours before, pulling her from the choppy, icy water she’d fallen into, holding her trembling to his chest as he brought warmth back to her blood. His heart raced as hers threatened to fail, and they found harmony between them, breaths evening, returning to normal, but thoughts and feelings had crossed lines- she could have died, he could have died...later, under clear panes of glass showing onyx skies, they’d fallen into a kiss so deep it was unlike any they’d shared before. It started so simply. He’d gotten them inside the dilapidated greenhouse, sitting her on a shelf as he closed up behind them, ensuring nothing could follow them inside before returning to stand before her. He raised his hands to the sides of her face, gently placing his fingertips on her temples. He stepped closer, his hips flush against the shelf she sat on, bringing his lips to hers as he raked his fingers past her temples and into her still wet hair. Her breath had barely returned and he was stealing it from her, seeming to need it more than she did. She opened her mouth to him, and he waited, their breaths both hitching just at the sensation of the contact of their lips, at the life in them, before slipping his tongue past her teeth, hers swirling back against it. He gripped the sides of her face and deepened the kiss further by tilting her head just slightly, giving him a better angle. His tongue dove farther into her hot mouth as one of his hands found the soft, cool skin of her throat, ghosting little touches there. She whimpered, a soft little cry into his mouth as her hands found his waist, fingers digging into him. He groaned, a guttural, primal sound that made her shudder. “Kara,” his voice was gravelly with emotion, hardly a whisper as he broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead to hers, fingers traveling further into her hair, clutching her closer. “I almost lost you today,” his lips came back to hers and she felt waves crashing in and around her heart, tides pushing and pulling at her feelings for the man she’d promised herself she wouldn’t grow attached to... at her undeniable desire for him. “I almost lost you,” he repeated, his lips slipping along her skin. “Kara, I... I think I...” She felt her heart beat out an alarm at what he was about to say. She reached up his stubbly cheeks with both hands and swallowed his words with a kiss. “Don’t, Jake,” she breathed. “Don’t say it...” she was growing dizzy- from the cold water, from the constant danger, from the kiss and his eyes and the things she wanted so desperately to hear him say, the things she wanted to say back. “I can’t Jake...” she said pleadingly. He understood, laying a gentle kiss to her lips that begged for nothing and promised everything. “I know,” he said quietly, hands still roaming over her face, her neck, down her arms and up her sides. “Its okay...I know...and I'll wait for you to be ready. I'll wait as long as I have to.” His lips came back to hers and she felt the love she wouldn't say out loud exploding in her chest. She kissed him back, hard, overcome with how his willingness to accept her fear of falling in love had made her feel. Her hands worked their way beneath his shirt and he matched her intensity, helping her shed her own shirt. Their kisses grew more and more insistent as she poured that love into them, wanting him to feel what she couldn't say yet. The rest of their clothes came off but their lips never left one another, breaths coming in gasps, eyes locking intermittently, meeting in fire.

He broke apart, panting as his hands grazed up and down her naked frame. She'd laid back on the shelf he'd set her on, the dark cloudy sky above her, her skin pale and smooth in the darkness. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, kissing her throat as his fingers lingered on her inner thigh.

“More than anything, Jake...I want this...I want you...” she reached for him to pull him down and they locked eyes as he entered her slowly. She was so wet with the way she wanted him, her body so ready for what she knew she wanted to say to him, but was too afraid to do so in words. She felt him fill her completely, sliding deep inside her until all the stars they couldn't see in the sky burst behind her closed eyes. “I want you, Jake,” she sighed into his ear as he began rocking his hips against her. “I want you, always...only you...always...”

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, gently pulling out and then swiftly thrusting back inside of her, eliciting beautiful whimpers and cries from her. “I want you...until the end of time...me and you...endless...” He kissed her deeply and she felt herself drown in his love, letting herself respond. I love you, Jacob, I love you and I always will, she said it with her hips and her hands and her tongue until her words could catch up. He lightly cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh with his rough fingers, rolling the nipple into a stiff peak, a light moan escaping her lips and into his mouth. As he tasted her wantonness he moved his lips to her breast, tracing her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, Jake,” she sighed, panting heavily, working hard to keep the forbidden words from tumbling out. They were true, they were real, and the things he was doing to her only proved that he felt them too, but she couldn't say it. She wasn't ready to have love to lose. “Jake,” she breathed his name again, so close, so close to the edge of the universe he was sending her to.

“Yeah, darlin'” he kissed her chest and increased his thrusting.

“I think...I think I...” don't say it, Kara... I love you, Jake.

“I know, baby...” he panted, bringing his lips back up to hers in a kiss that took the paint off, revealed the cracks and showed all the splinters. A kiss that drew back the curtain and showed the reality, a kiss that finished them both, drove the nail in and sealed the envelope with boiling wax. “I know, Kara... me too...”

The stars behind her eyes swirled and expanded to become a galaxy as they both found their release and spent the rest of that night pressed together, feeling the words she couldn't say.

When she woke up she found his face, found his eyes and felt a swelling in her chest as she found his lips with hers. “Hey, good mornin' to you too,” he said with a chuckle that ended in a pained grunt. He reached up and ran a hand through her hair. “You sleep okay, princess?”

“Slept just fine, Top Gun,” she whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else still sleeping. “I love you,” she said, filling it with the feeling of all the times she'd wanted to say it but hadn't, vowing never to hold anything back again, never to keep her love from him again.

I’m going out to you Do with me what you choose Is the Grass of Eden underrated? The grass of Eden underrated?

No one else Is such a beautiful dream, a beautiful dream to me

#the end is here #es zombie au #jake x mc #jake x kara #jake mckenzie #endless summer #es au #craig x zahra #diego soto #michelle nguyen #sean gayle #estela montoya #estela x quinn #raj bhandarkar #rip raj #sweet dreams #stargazing #constellations

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ao3feed-creek · 6 years

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Let Me Entertain You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2A6YC85

by HagSpice

Over his shoulder, Token offered a final word of encouragement. “Don’t fret, you never fail to impress. I’m sure the two of you will have suitors throwing themselves at your feet by the end of the evening... and Kenneth, welcome to the family!”

Family. It had only been a few weeks, but he felt an affinity for this menagerie of gifted and talented misfits. “Hmm, I think our wise and benevolent leader may be right. We’re bound to catch someone’s eye with what we have up our sleeves." Kenny paused to look Tweek up and down. "Well… tucked into our garters, in your case.”

Denver, 1901. The Mile High City is bustling with industry, pumping out more banks, beer and brick than you can lay track for. Welcome to a Colorado where Tweek, Wendy, and Marjorine sing and dance their nights away in a burlesque hall, Kenny leads the band, and impresario Token stands at the head of it all. This is a simpler time where Craig and Stan are inventors in the new medium of electric light and sound, while Kyle is an aspiring poet and Cartman owns a textile factory.

The gang’s all here. They have some old, and some new tricks, so come on down for a real good time.

Words: 5439, Chapters: 1/23, Language: English

Fandoms: South Park

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Craig Tucker, Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, Kenny McCormick, Heidi Turner, Clyde Donovan, Stan Marsh, Wendy Testaburger, Token Black, Eric Cartman, Karen McCormick, Nichole Daniels, Tricia Tucker, Bebe Stevens, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Red (South Park), Christophe "The Mole" DeLorne, Scott Malkinson, Jimmy Valmer, Kevin Stoley, Dougie O'Connell, Nelly (South Park), Annie Nelson, All the kids

Relationships: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski/Kenny McCormick, Kenny McCormick & Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski/Tweek Tweak

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Alternate Universe - Burlesque Club, creek - Freeform, K2 - Freeform, twyle, Drama & Romance, Internalized Homophobia, brief mentions of anti-Semitism, Nonbinary Tweek, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Smut, Kyle is a big ball of denial, OH YES THERE WILL BE SMUT, Twenny BroTP, Heiman, Angst with a Happy Ending, I'm bringing back nerdy Craig, Kenny is a gem of a human, characters in their mid-late twenties, Tweek was fed laudanum instead of meth, Craiggo wears goggles in his workshop

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2A6YC85

#Tweek x Craig #Craig x Tweek #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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ao3feed-style · 6 years

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When You’re Smiling

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by Kaeruai

"It sounds beautiful." Tweek said softly, tucking a blonde hair behind his ear nervously.

Craig smiled, "You're beautiful."

"W-What."

"Nothing."

Or: Tweek meets a strange boy that plays a trumpet in front of his new coffee shop.

Words: 1490, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: South Park

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick/Butters Stotch, Token Black/Clyde Donovan

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, craig plays the trumpet, Slow Burn, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Aged-Up Character(s), kinda coffee AU but not really, tweek loves old school music, Token can sing like an angel, Kenny is a model

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2qJvv4W

#stan x kyle #kyle x stan #south park style #south park #fan fiction #ao3feed

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jojobeaner · 7 years

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Have some NSFW Creek fun!

I started writing this months ago and actually surprised I went back to it. Really liked the premise I started with... But I need some work writing smut. Lol. Its always been my weakness you guys!

Was listening to the song Glow by Moose Blood, which is a great band I just heard about and have gotten into.

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Saturday morning practices were not Craig’s thing. Especially after the party at Token’s the night before. Parties weren’t his scene and he snuck away early, but it was enough to have a couple beers and stumble out of the place. And that is what led to him pulling his plain shirt over his head and getting a couple catcalls.

“Wow Tucker, hot date with the vacuum cleaner last night?”

Kenny’s blue eyes were sly, and a huge grin was on his lips. Craig immediately went to throw his shirt back on, self conscious. He had totally forgotten about…

But Kenny was already there, whistling as he got up close, investigating. A few of his other teammates glanced over and made some similar catcalls, though none as obnoxious as the lanky blond. Kenny reached out and flicked at the bruises on his neck. Craig winced. “No seriously, who were you with? You look like you got mauled by a dog bro.”

There was more bruises on his side, his hips marked by deep imprinted fingers, rough nail marks along the his hip bones like scratches… And what definitely looked like a bite mark was red on his shoulder.

He was not awake enough to deal with the boys questions. He just wanted to change and get onto the ice for practice.

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“I know you can give me more than that…”

Knuckles were white as long fingers clung to the faucet on the sink. Craig was hitched up close to the bathroom sink, bent over, face almost against the mirror, his breath fogging the glass with each laboured breath. His usual navy chullo hat tossed on the ground, leaving his dark hair tousled about his forehead. Rough nail bitten fingers were clenched at his hips, desperate to bruise, and pink swollen lips were at his throat.

Blond hairs tickled his chin and neck, as the boy behind him popped off to stutter a broken “C-craig… god…”

They hadn’t even undressed in their haste; dark henley shirt hiked up so nails could scratch across ribs and stomach, denim and boxers shucked down around Craig’s knees.

They hadn’t planned for this. Not at all.

But something had made Tweek set off. Craig couldn’t be too sure what it was. Sometimes it was the crowds. Sometimes it was the mary jane. Often times it was the whiskey. But something had made the blond twitch with a low growl and pull the dark haired boy closer towards him, nail bitten fingers scratching at the pale skin on Craig’s wrist.

Paranoia and jealousy was Tweek’s second skin at these parties, and Craig knew just how to calm the boys nerves.

That’s how they ended up in one of the bathrooms in the Blacks huge house, lips all kiss swollen and clothes half scattered about them as Craig was forced up against the counter and the sink.

Craig often felt a little dizzy and overwhelmed in these situations. Tweek was sometimes a whirlwind he had no control over and it scared him as much as it excited him. It shook up his methodical life. His mundane routines.

Rough fingers slipping between his cheeks made him gasp, teasing against his perineum. Fuck this had gotten out of control. “T… w-wait. Hold up,” his voice was breathless, rough, another gasp as Tweek’s fingers pressed a little harder, just how he… “Nngh!”

The other hand on his hip released its death grip and Tweek raised his head up from where his lips had been worrying at Craig’s neck. Hazel green eyes met steel blue in the mirror. The blond’s cheeks were flushed, but the manic excitement and desire in his eyes stopped all of Craig’s resistance.

People always thought of Tweek as this quiet kid who was weak willed and mild mannered under his anxious paranoia. There was nothing weak about Tweek. And Craig always felt so goddamn lucky to see it. To see the fire in those eyes.

This wasn’t the first time, the couple had snuck into the bathroom from a party, and Craig knew just where the vaseline was kept. By the time Tweek’s jeans were half falling down his thighs, cock freed from their rough denim prison, Craig’s one hand that wasn’t helping to keep his weak knees steady was in the vaseline and slicking up between his thighs. He gave a small little jerk to his own cock one his way back up, unable to resist, and groaned.

(Tweek still blamed the gnomes on his lack of wearing underwear, but Craig always thought it was cute as hell, and hot thinking the blond was constantly free-balling, leading to some interesting encounters.)

“C’mon T. Give it to me.”

Bending over the sink a little further, thighs together, Craig watched the blond in the mirror and felt his cock nudge against then slide between his legs. Fingers were digging into his hips again, the other hand sliding across his thighs, a shaky moan from the blond followed by a high-pitched “C-christ! Craig!”

Craig didn’t even try to hold back from touching himself.

It wasn’t long before their rhythm broke, Tweek’s whines muffled against his shoulder, fingers tensing, nails digging in. Tweek’s whole body started to tremble as it usually did and he bit down deep into Craig’s shoulder to muffle the loud moan as he came, eyes screwed tight.

The pain shot through Craig’s shoulder and he groaned, but Tweek’s fingers were quick to tremble over his ass, back between cum and vaseline slicked thighs, teasing his perineum once more. All it took was one finger coaxing around his hole and dipping inside for Craig’s grip to tighten, groaning as he slumped forward with his release…

Distantly, he knew that bite would leave a deeper mark than usual. Tweek had been extra aggressive this encounter. He noticed a tint of red on the blond’s lips as the other gently lapped at his bite mark, quietly mumbling apologies.

Craig’s shoulder hurt, his hips hurt… he could feel all the scratches start to sting with sweat. He never minded the pain. He would remember months ago… the scars that lined his wrists, his arms, his fingers… and how this was a much more enjoyable way to feel alive… with Tweek.

“Shh… I told you to not hold back…”

Tweek’s voice was quiet, apologetic and wavering, slipping back into his old habit of ducking his head, avoiding eye contact. Craig hated eye contact too, avoided it at all costs. But Tweek was always the exception to every single one of his rules. Tweek took the rule book Craig had carefully written and threw it away. Or crossed off things. Or doodled little flowers or leaves along the margins. He made the list of rules itself seem unimportant.

Peeling the blond off of his back was never easy. Post-coital Tweek clung like a sloth, with sleepy hazel eyes and quiet mumbles. Craig helped clean the boy up and tuck him back into his pants, before running the towel between his own thighs and over his stomach.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.”

#south park fanfiction #sp creek #craig tucker #tweekxcraig #tweek tweak #craig x tweek #tweek not weak #supportive craig #my babies

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