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aphrogeneias · 1 year

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no more tears — one-shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's halloween night, 1986. you want to celebrate your favorite holiday after the year you and your friends just had, but after being dumped by your, now ex, boyfriend a week before puts a damp on your plans. eddie munson, however, has a different plan for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mentions of a past bad relationship, petty vengeance, protective!eddie, eddie being a sweetheart. eddie in a corset, eddie in leather pants (those are worthy warnings). drinking, smoking. implied smut towards the end.

author's note: happy, very early, halloween <3 i started writing this last year and originally, it was supposed to be a four-part series, and it became this one-shot. because of that, i'm sorry if it seems rushed, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Hawkins' suburban streets were a dull blur of white picket fences and houses that looked all the same, passing through the open windows of your car, despite the cold autumn wind blowing in. Even on Halloween night, where the air was full of childlike wonder and mischief, those same houses lit up with the same old seasonal decorations, the children going trick-or-treating, your school friends going out with the best of worst intentions. It all still felt dull to you.

Perhaps because you felt that dullness deep inside of you, dead to the world around you. Fitting for such a morbid holiday — your favorite holiday, completely ruined by someone else's decisions.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted by the curly-haired freshman who was currently inspecting the tapes piled in your glove compartment. You watched with interest from the corner of your eye as Dustin clicks the radio to a stop, without asking, and inserts your Blizzard of Ozz tape in the cassette player.

As the first chords of I Don't Know started echoing through the car, you teased, "Since when do you like these?"

"Since when do you care about what I listen to?"

Most days, you could deal with the kid's presumption, it was quite endearing, actually. That night, though, all you managed was to sigh as dramatically as you could.

"You've been hanging out with Munson a little too much." You pointed, "What's next? You're gonna grow out your hair like Mike is doing?"

"Mike isn't growing his hair out because of… Oh."

"You used to be more observant, Dusty."

You smiled at his silly expression, blue eyes wide with realization. It was the first time they could bring out a smile from you that evening, and you could tell that the teens in the backseat could feel the tension lift a little bit.

The accidental mention of the metalhead made your mind wander once more. You wondered if you'd see him tonight, even if just for a moment, and if you'd be able to look and, perhaps, melt at one of his lazy smiles and cute dimples without feeling guilty for the first time since you met him.

If being able to reciprocate Eddie Munson's lingering stares was the reward you got after being suddenly broken up with a week before Halloween, then you could start seeing an end to your current misery.

You didn't let yourself hang on to false hope, though. You were still nursing a broken heart and delusion wasn't going to help with it — but going home to a warm blanket, cheap wine and a bunch of horror movie VHS tapes that your Family Video friends had graciously delivered to your house after a very persuasive phone call.

After years of friendship, Steve Harrington still couldn't resist your pouting, even from a distance.

"Don't be mean. You're being awfully mean today, did you know that? Loosen up a little." Dustin snapped, but with little bite to his words.

You turned to him again, "Can you blame me?"

"Leave her alone, butthead." From her place in the backseat, Erica Sinclair, in her meticulously pink Barbie costume, interjects. "She's already doing us a favor and you're trying to be a smartass?"

Her older brother and Max Mayfield completely ignored Erica and Dustin's following little back and forth, stuck in their own little teenage love affair — and if, for only a moment, you were jealous of the easy, uncomplicated way they talked and held hands in the small space between their bodies, you shook it off just as quickly — as you winked at the youngest Sinclair from the rearview mirror.

You'd never tell anyone, but Erica had always been your favorite.

Their conversation was once again forgotten, overshadowed by your racing thoughts and eagerness to get home as soon as you could, until you parked in front of Steve's house, where your younger friends would enjoy their official party of their High School years. There had been a long time without any ragers at Harringtons', not since Steve became one of the losers, but after the events of last Spring, he thought we could all use some innocent (probably not that innocent on his side, god only knows that boy needed to get laid), spooky fun.

You'd thoroughly agreed before your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, put an end to all of your plans.

"Listen," you started, shutting the door of the driver's side of your car a little too violently while the kids gathered up outside, "if you get in any kind of trouble, call me. If you're gonna drink, or do any kind of drugs…" You're interrupted by groans and whines of 'really?' and 'we're not going to!', "don't do it alone, okay? And drink lots of water! Better safe than sorry, babies."

Most of that advice was just to mess with them, you knew they weren't anything like you when you were their age, but you cared too much about those miscreants to pretend that monsters and secret government organizations were the only obstacles they'd have to face in their teen years.

It's all a flurry of rolling eyes and quiet mumblings of "okay, whatever, we weren't gonna do any of that anyway" before they leave across the street to find the host of the party that was slowly, but surely, starting to fill in, groups of people coming into the house from both sides of the street, music echoing through the walls and into the evening air. Your heart clenched, heavy in your chest, wishing you could let go of the ache that was pulling you down and allow yourself to feel alive again, maybe just for one night.

You just about missed the pair of warm, brown eyes that watched you slouch back into your car and drive away.

On the other side of the street, Eddie Munson stood on the pristine front yard of the Harringtons' house, taking a long hit of his cigarette and rubbing the back of his hand over the eyeshadow spread on his eye, cursing and coughing when he realized the black stain it left behind on his skin.

He was uncomfortable and bored, listening to the deep bass line of Blondie's rapture coming from the house behind him, Debbie Harry's soft voice lulling him into a steady rhythm. He knew he was pushing it, coming to a place full of people, of people who half hated him at worst, half mistrusted him at best, even after his name was cleared. Worst of all, none of them understood his costume, which, to him, was the biggest insult of all.

Not knowing who Alice Cooper was supposed to be was one of the biggest treasons in his own, personal, Munson doctrine.

Now, he stood there, regretting every decision he had made that night, his leather pants pulling a little too tight on his legs and feeling a little too tempted to scrub the black eyeshadow from his face, thinking about a way to let his friends down gently when he bails on them.

His discomfort lasted until he saw your car pull up, and suddenly, leaving felt like a very, very bad idea.

Eddie was used to admiring you from a distance. From when he saw you for the first time, that fateful night at Reefer Rick's boathouse, it was all he could do without making a fool of himself. He didn't know how to carry himself around you, too caught up on your beauty, on your wit, or on how absolutely unattainable you were, to actually become close to you.

He watched you as one would watch the midday sun, high in the sky, with a hand in front of his eyes, protecting himself from being fully consumed by your light.

When you exited the car — Henderson, Mayfield and the Sinclairs following close behind — he noticed two things: your lack of a costume (or, rather, the fact that you were wearing something that was probably your pajamas, and looked incredible while at it), and the lack of a douchebag boyfriend beside you.

Before he could walk over, perhaps use the kids as an excuse to talk to you, you left. Eddie was left halfway through the yard, a hand limp to his side as his cigarette laid long forgotten, and what must have been a ridiculous, confused expression on his face.

It didn't take long until Dustin and Erica found him, while Lucas and Max entered the house.

"Hey, uh… where's Y/L/N going? Is she not… Is she not staying?" He swore he tried to act casual, but he knew from the expression on both his friends' faces that he wasn't doing a great job.

"Does it look like she's staying?" Erica crossed her arms, looking as intimidating as a little girl in all pink and glitter could look like. All he did was raise an eyebrow, and got one eyebrow raised right back at him.

Dustin was more understanding, in his Luke Skywalker costume, orange pilot suit and all. "She's not feeling well, man. Steve asked her if she could drive us because Nancy was already driving Mike and the Byers, but she went home."

"Oh." Again, he tried, to no avail, to hide the disappointment in his voice. Eddie Munson was, by no means, a good actor. "Do you know what happened?"

The boy opened his mouth to answer, but Erica beat him to the punch. "You know, I think she could really use some company tonight. No one wants to be alone on Halloween night, don't you think?"

She pulled Dustin away and towards the front door, eyes wise beyond her years giving him one final look before disappearing inside.

Eddie knew she couldn't hear him as he screamed "I owe you one, Sinclair!" and rushed to the end of the street where his old van was parked, a sliver of hope and renewed excitement rushing through him like a live wire.

Scratch about what he said about regretting leaving his house that night, he had forgotten all about that as he sped to your place, a heavy guitar riff thundering hot on his trail.

You heard him before you saw him.

There was a horror film playing in your television, a blonde teenager running from a serial killer rolling on the screen, her terrified shrieks and the crescendo of the soundtrack filling the living room — not that you've been paying attention, you haven't been paying attention since a little after the beginning of the movie. You were too busy drinking your usual, cheap red wine straight from the bottle and stuck in your own thoughts, lying on the couch with only a blanket and your cat for company.

It approached slowly, the sound of his van's stereo. Then, it grew and grew, Quiet Riot's "Metal Health" seeming to echo through the entire neighborhood. It made you tumble out of the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol rush to your head all at once, and running to the nearest window. You're still a tiny bit dizzy when you see him, after he stopped the engine and the music stopped, skipping out of the van and towards your front door.

You'd barely caught a glimpse of Eddie before you ran from the window, afraid to get caught. A million questions surged in that moment, the seconds between recollecting yourself and answering the loud ring of your doorbell, knowing who was waiting for you outside. How did he know you were home? Wasn't he busy tonight? What made him want to come to your place of all places?

All thoughts were cut short when you opened the door and saw him.

Under your front porch light, stood Eddie Munson, looking like every wet dream you had ever had.

Dressed in a tight, black tank top, a latex corset wrapped around his slim wait, and even tighter leather pants. Pale chest bare, it was the first time you were seeing his tattoos after visiting him at the hospital, months ago. He leaned in your doorway as soon as you opened it, a gentle smile in his full lips, brown eyes lined with a smudged layer of dark eyeshadow. Your legs might have given out if you didn't hold on to the wall.

"Hey, Eddie." A greeting comes out as a gasp, letting out the breath that was stuck inside your throat. You hoped he couldn't tell how flustered you were, but if he did, you would blame the wine. "Is everything okay? Are the kids okay?"

It dawned on you that that must have been the reason he came all the way over to your house. You tried to bury down the wave of sudden anxiety when you watched his face fall slightly, before he replied “No, no, everything is fine. Uh… I just wanted to check on you, actually.”

The expression on your face — eyebrows pinched together in confusion — must have said it all, because then, he explained himself. “The littlest Sinclair said you might be needing some company tonight, but didn’t say why. I figured that if none of them were staying with you, then I might, if that’s okay.”

Eddie’s demeanor was uncharacteristically shy. He avoided your gaze, looking at the floor while speaking, but that only made you fonder — even then, he was still as sincere as always. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, warming you from the inside out, as you opened the door enough to let him pass, silently welcoming him in.

“Erica said that?”

“Yeah. Got me worried there for a second.” He eyed you with mirth from under his wild bangs while he toed off his combat boots and left them beside the other shoes on the floor near the door. That sweet, domestic sight didn’t go unnoticed but you had other things occupying your mind, such as a reminder to thank Erica for meddling in your Halloween night plans.

“There’s nothing to worry about, I’m fine. Just not in the mood to party, that’s all.”

“See, that doesn’t sound like you, Y/N.”

“How do you know that?”

“I guess I just know more about you than you’d think.”

You were still both standing in the small hallway that led to your living room, now staring at each other. Eddie felt out of place, next to the cream and beige shades of the wallpaper your mom chose when you moved there, in his all black ensemble, all leather and spikes and wild hair, but at the same time, you felt like he could belong there, if he stayed long enough.

You wished he would.

“I don’t know about that,” you sighed, “but if you want to stay and watch some movies, that would be more than okay.”

He smiled and leaned back, looking taller and impossibly handsome, dark eyes shimmering. You almost melted on your spot, but again, you wanted to blame it on the wine.

“Lead the way, babe.”

At some point during the night, between one gruesome film and another, and a couple of bottles of wine being passed back and forth, you had scooted closer and closer together on your couch, until you were almost pressed flush against each other. Eddie was afraid to move and break whatever spell you seemed to be under, because he hadn't felt comfortable like that in a long time.

It was easy being around you. It hadn't been easy for Eddie to be around a lot of people, not since Spring Break, but with you, it took absolutely no effort to just be. To let go, to let his mind rest, to just focus on how warm the skin of your thigh was under your sweatpants, almost touching his, to make you laugh with his witty commentary of the awful movies you'd chosen to watch, to watch how beautiful you looked under the blue light of the television whenever you looked away from him.

He had it bad, that much he knew. Been smitten for a long time, enamored with the girl just out of his reach, but close enough to admire without guilt, but he wasn't about to let his feelings be known quite yet. Not when you were so close, so perfect, so… approachable, for the first time ever.

Eddie had never liked your boyfriend, from the first time he met him — just another Hawkins rich boy, swim team star, on his way to some fancy college out of state, and worst of all, he got to call you his. Unlike Steve Harrington, who managed to sway his usually unshakable opinion, Andrew just proved him right every time he had the unfortunate opportunity to meet him.

The first time he saw him was right after the dust had settled. He had just walked out of the hospital as a free man, mysteriously forgiven by the law enforcement that just a few days earlier was set on kicking him while he was down, and was received by his friends back at his trailer, a small committee complete with a handmade "welcome back!" sign and a cake baked by you.

You, who welcomed him back with open arms and never stopped fighting for him, even if you'd only officially met a week before.

You'd spent that afternoon in his bedroom, along with his friends and his uncle, all sitting around his bed and reminiscing, happy to be there, happy to be alive. Still recovering from your wounds, seen and unseen, leaning on each other like a lifeline. He remember holding your hand that day, acutely aware of the ring on your finger, but doing it anyway — your hold never faltered, instead, you ran your thumb across the skin of his hand and smiled.

Was that what bliss felt like?

Later that day, you were the first to leave. Andrew came to pick you up, Dustin announced as he was the one to answer the door. A frown made its way to your face, if only for a second, and that was enough to make Eddie decide he didn't like the guy. Not only that but he insisted on walking you to the door, ignoring the protests coming from all around the room.

Walking slowly, as much as his still fresh bite wounds would allow, he let you lead him to his front door, a gentle hand on his back, guiding him. He didn't let himself feel bad for using his battered state to let you touch him without guilt, he could do that later, after the comforting warmth of your touch had stopped branding his skin.

When you opened the door, that's when Eddie saw him. He knew Andrew hadn't been there during Spring Break, away with his family to some tropical destination, far from the horror they, you, had to endure. Eddie could tell he didn't care much either, letting you tend to your also still fresh wounds, both physical and mental, by yourself most of the time after he got back, only calling you when he needed something.

Eddie tells himself he would never let you out of his sight, if you were his girl, but there's also a lot of other things he likes to think about when he considers that scenario.

He watched you say goodbye, squeezing his shoulder before leaving and descending his trailer's stairs, down to your boyfriend's nice car and cold arms, leading you away from him, but not before leering him down at his own doorway, a condenscending, degrading look Eddie knew a little too well by now.

Not a word was spoken between the two, but there was no need, Eddie already made hating him into a new hobby.

With that sudden rememberance, your soft giggles bringing him back to the present, Eddie couldn't help but ask.

"What happened to your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, you chuckled, and responded without looking at him. "He dumped me."

"He what?" His question sounded a lot louder and high-pitched than he had intended. Eddie thought it would be easier for you to have dumped him other than the opposite.

Who would be stupid enough to let you go like that?

With a long sigh, you clicked the remote to pause the movie, and turned around to face him fully. He tried not to show how disappointed he was to lose the physical contact you had at that moment, but his hand clenched almost involuntarily, eager to reach out and pull you back. Where you belonged, his traitorous mind added.

"Dumped me, yeah." You sat with your legs crossed and he did the same, turning to hear you. "Last week. Unceremoniously, might I add, through the phone, even. I heard through the grapevine he's already dating someone else, but that might be just rumors, or maybe not, honestly I expect anything from him at this point."

Eddie's mind was reeling. "Was that why you didn't want to go out tonight?"

"That's part of the reason." You nod. "I just really don't wanna risk seeing him and Halloween is my favorite holiday, I don't want it more ruined than it already is."

The urge to punch the guy in the face was strong, stronger than it was when he was still recovering, when you were still together. It made him restless, fidgeting in his seat. The hand that lied limp at his side finally reached out, sitting on your knee and squeezing it only slightly. "I'm sorry. I know that it's not worth much, but I really am. You deserve better."

A weak smile formed on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. Eddie desperately wanted to make your face light up again. A brief idea struck him, then.

"Do you know where he might be tonight?"

"Benny's, probably. I don't know. I don't want to know." Despite your distress, you looked adorable with your nose scrunched and your head down, picking on your already chipped nail polish. Unable to help himself, Eddie finally reached out, his first unmistakably purposeful display of affection towards you — a little unsure, a little clumsy, but it still felt right — bringing his curled index finger below your chin, gently tipping your head up, making you meet his eyes.

"You might wanna know about what I'm thinking."

His voice was soft, but his dark eyes were full of mischief.

It was late when you got to Benny's. Not that anyone there would mind, the music inside was blasting loud enough that it could be heard for miles, and the people who were outside were all too intoxicated to mind your presence.

The basketball team, and seemingly every other jock affiliation at school, had a different party happening on Halloween night. They must have not gotten their big suburban house for themselves this year, Eddie thought. He would usually try to crash these parties, make some money out of the only few times these jocks didn't abhor his mere presence to his advantage, but things had changed for him, and for all it's worth, he had better things to do tonight.

Getting your ex-boyfriends back from what he did to you was his first priority. The second was making you forget all about him.

You and Eddie must have looked like quite a pair. He was still in his full costume, standing out from the more boring looking costumes the popular crowd opted for that evening, and you had put on the first outfit you saw after he'd told you his plan and whisked you away in his van. An old black sweater and ripped jeans, he saw your mismatched socks before you put on your boots, the ones that were already near the door.

To him, you looked perfect, but he could tell how uncomfortable you were with all the people around you. Your ex's friends, he assumed. Eddie wondered if you were ever at these parties, and if Andrew even cared about how you felt about them. He doesn't want to think too much about it or he could feel himself get mad again.

"Hey," he brought a hand to your back, moving it up and down in a soothing manner, "we'll be in and out of here, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I know." Your smile was small, but Eddie was relieved to see it anyway. He promised himself he'd make convincing you to leave your house worth it, and he'll keep his promise.

"So… which one is his car?"

He watched you point to a tan-colored Jeep towards the end of the improvised parking lot. Silently, he grabbed your hand and led the way towards it. It wasn't a very well thought out plan, the one came up with whilst he seethed thinking about an asshole like that dumping a girl like you. It demanded serious action, in his humble opinion.

Property damage, more like it.

Eddie had been trying to stay out of trouble since the events of last March. He'd been officially cleared of all charges, something to do with the reappearance of Chief Hopper and his connections with the government. The details were foggy, he barely remembered signing all of those documents, still in his hospital bed and hazy from the medication. Wayne probably knew more than he did, but Eddie never asked too many questions.

He tried to go on as normally as he could, working odd jobs here and there as his body recovered, doing his best to heal his mind too. He stopped selling, graduated in May, spent more time with his new found friends — his new found family — and his old ones. Started dreaming about a girl who belonged to someone else, foolishly hoping that someday she would be his.

Not so foolish now, those dreams seemed.

Keeping out of trouble was surprisingly easy after you'd barely escaped life in prison, or worse — Eddie discovered there were far worse things than getting locked up, or living up to his family name. After all that, a minor misdemeanor was worth it if it was going to make you smile, at least in his eyes.

When you approached the Jeep, he could tell there was something going on in there. If he noticed, you noticed it as well, inching closer to it, slowly, trying to not get caught. The car was not empty, there were two people in front seats, making out — your ex and a girl Eddie did not recognize.

The first thing he felt was your grip on his hand tighten, and when he turned his body around to look at you, you looked away. Heartbroken, a dejected look on your pretty face, lips turned into a frown. It was almost like you didn't want to be seen at that moment, trying to hide, but Eddie couldn't let you. His own heart breaking for you, but willing to do whatever it took to mend it.

He took your face in both of his hands, urging you to look at him. "You don't need to get any closer, all right? Let me handle it, it was my idea. We won't spend more than five minutes here, I promise. Then I'll take you home, or we can go wherever you want. Far away from him, okay?"

"Okay. It's okay. I trust you, Eddie."

The chill he's been feeling having foregone his jacket is readily forgotten as he takes in how sweet your eyes look in the low light of the street. He runs his thumb over your cheek just briefly before letting you go, going over to Andrew's car.

Thankfully for the height of the car, it was easy for Eddie to crouch and quickly grab the butterfly knife he usually kept on the inside pocket of his jacket — for safety measures, especially after being almost eaten alive, he didn't feel well without a weapon within close proximity. Call him crazy, but maybe there's always demobats to be fought, or asshole ex-boyfriends to screw over.

He cringed as he noticed the car starting to shake slightly, and prayed that you'd kept looking away. Eddie made a quick job of it — light on his feet, he slashed each of the four tires, and as he watched them slowly deflate, he ran towards you. You looked at him, covering your mouth to hide your nervous laughter, and he put his finger to his mouth, signaling you to keep quiet.

Together, you ran. Eddie didn't know who grabbed whose hand first, but when he came to himself you were running in the direction of his van, and you were giggling openly, making him smile until his cheeks hurt in turn. When you stopped, panting and still laughing, none of you let go.

"I can't believe we did that."

"I did that. You just watched, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him a little closer by the hand you were holding. "Still, you're my hero, Eddie Munson."

"Couldn't stand thinking about what that dick did to you. He never deserved you in the first place."

He thought he'd said something wrong when you didn't say anything right away, but he was pleasantly surprised when you finished closing the distance between you, capturing his bottom lip between yours in a delicate kiss. He stood there, shocked for a second, before bringing his hands to your waist, drawing you to his chest.

Your arms around his neck, his traveling to your back, the sound of the deep bass coming from the inside of Benny's drowning everything around you. You were all he could feel, your soft lips melding with his, taking in all the little noises you made when he touched you just right. Feeling you under his touch was kind of surreal, like he couldn't believe it was happening just yet.

He swallowed the sigh you let out, just before drawing away, looking for air. "What was that?"

"Just a thank you, for now." You pointed with another peck to his lips.

"For now? What's for later?"

"Take me home like you promised and you'll find out."

"Baby, you don't need to…," not even he expected the pet name, or what followed, "you know, thank me like that. Or at all! I wasn't expecting anything from you…"

Before he could say anymore, you silenced him with another kiss, this time sucking on his bottom lip and letting him deepen it, taking the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, getting lost in the taste of you. Eddie walked you back until you hit the side of his van, his hand covering the back of your head, softening the impact.

He couldn't bear to hold himself back any longer, and you didn't seem to want him to slow down either, pulling him impossibly closer by his hair, making him moan into your mouth.

"I know you weren't, but I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head, running his hands under your sweater, feeling your warm skin under your shirt, "Not longer than me, I'm sure."

"Wanna bet?"

The rest of the night was a blur. When Eddie woke up the next morning, naked on your bed, all he could remember was spending through the streets, dividing his already thin attention between kissing you and the steering wheel, drinking wine on your couch until you started taking your clothes off, and stumbling up the stairs while he removed his.

You slept peacefully beside him, your hair like a halo around your head, faint purple hickies on your neck. Though his mind was foggy, and his head ached with a hangover he was sure to blame your cheap wine, he didn't regret a thing he did the night before.

Later, when you woke up, after he spent looking at your ceiling and wondering how did he get so lucky, you got under the sheets and thanked him some more.

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Little Snake 🐍 (Ominis x F!MC)

This is based off a weird little head cannon I had in my head and in my drafts for a while, but I never got around to writing anything for it. There was chatter about starting a weekly prompt in the Ominis server I'm in. The theme was supposed to be "family" so I thought it was a great opportunity to finally post this. This is definitely gonna be another "not for everyone" fic and I apologize for that! I have plans for a dark!Omi fic soon enough, cause I've been on a dark!Omi kick lately. But for now, enjoy!

Little Snake - Ominis x F!MC - 3k words || Summary: After two years of marriage, MC and Ominis are ready to start a family together, but they learn about their new bundle of joy in an unconventional way.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ - Characters are aged up and married - Minors DNI || parseltongue k!nk || slight br33ding k!nk || slight dominis || Pr3gnancy talk || Slight angst and slight fluff || this fic has a little bit of everything basically || Also yes, I know it doesn't happen that fast in reality, but this is fiction.

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With the last utensil placed in its spot on the table, everything was set up for tonight. MC took a step back to admire her handiwork before she’d need to rush upstairs to get showered and dressed, desperate to be ready for when Ominis arrived home.

Today was their two year wedding anniversary, and she was eager to celebrate. They didn’t do much celebrating their first year, with Ominis starting a new job with the ministry, coupled with the constant fear of being discovered by his parents. They weren’t supposed to be together let alone married, due to their conflicting blood statuses. So they eloped, running away and finding a new place to call home, which they fortified with a variety of protection charms. It still didn’t feel like enough, and a year later, they still had their worries. But they were now going on two years without having been found, and they had finally begun to relax a bit.

She was hopeful that tonight the conversation of their future would go better than it did the first year. When they were wed, Ominis was receptive to the idea of children, much to the surprise of his wife. Ominis believed it would be a great opportunity to raise a Slytherin heir who knew nothing of dark magic and their family’s dark history. Although, he still remained fearful of being discovered by his family. On their one year, she had brought the topic up, much to the dissatisfaction of Ominis. The conversation got heated, and ended in an argument. Although the argument was resolved quickly, feelings were hurt nonetheless. Ominis did still want a child, but his fear was still very present. So she dropped it, a sadness taking over her as she longed for motherhood, but she let it go, understanding fully why her husband felt the way he did, and deciding to bring it up again a year later, when they felt safer.

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An hour later, she was showered and dressed, opting for a silky black dress that hugged her curves, an equally flattering set of black lacy lingerie underneath it. It may seem silly for her to care this much about her appearance, since Ominis couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. She briefly began to fantasize about it - Ominis’s hands roaming her body. Feeling the silky fabric between his fingers before slowly sliding the garment off to be met with the lacy fabric of the lingerie, followed by the feeling of her bare skin. She felt a heat begin to rise through her, and had just slipped her hand between her legs when she heard the sound of the front door opening.

They greeted each other, their lips meeting in a heated exchange. Ominis’s hands came up to her waist, taking in the fabric of her dress just as she had fantasized. He pulled away to catch his breath. “Hello, darling! I missed you today. Seemed like you got dressed up for me.” He said the last part with a sultry tone to his voice as his hands squeezed her hips.

“I did. And if you like the dress, you should feel what’s underneath it!” Her voice was equally as sultry. Ominis let out a dark chuckle as he pulled her back in for a kiss, backing her into a nearby wall. They moaned against each other’s lips as arousal began to creep up on them both, Ominis’s hand still rested on her hip, while the other worked its way up her thigh, hiking up her dress in the process.

But unfortunately for her, she was hit with a realization. “Ominis, wait! I made us dinner! Let’s pick this up later.”

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After a multi-course dinner with a variety of Ominis’s favorite meals, the couple were snuggled on their loveseat in front of their fireplace, his arm wrapped around her waist, her head resting on his chest.

“Ominis…” she started, sitting up to look directly at him. “I was…hoping we could talk…”

Ominis sighed in reply, fully aware of where this conversation was going. “Darling. We’ve been lucky for two years. Should we really be pushing our luck? A child will only make it harder for us to stay safe. I’m not sure if we should do this.”

Her heart ached at his words, tears starting to form in her eyes. Without another word she got up, dismissing herself and heading upstairs to their bedroom. She could hear Ominis calling out to her, but she ignored him, throwing herself face first onto the bed, her pillow quickly becoming damp from her tears. It only took a few minutes before Ominis came up to join her, sitting himself on the bed next to her, stroking her hair as she sobbed.

“My love, please. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I know you want a child, and believe me I do too. I just want our child to be safe. I never wanted this life for you. To have to live in fear of my family. I wish we could just start our family without any worries.” She could hear Ominis’s voice hitching, as if he was on the verge of tears himself. She sat up and hugged his back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Darling. I willingly chose this life, because I chose you. I’d choose being on the run for the rest of my life with you rather than living in safety without you. I know the risks. But I believe we’ll be okay. If they were going to find us, they would have already. And if they do, I’ll stop at nothing to keep my family safe, you and our little snake.” She nuzzled into his neck, planting soft kisses on his skin.

Ominis turned to face his wife’s direction. “As would I. I’d do anything to keep you safe. I’d go so far as to cast an unforgivable curse if need be to keep you safe, same goes for our child. Though I pray that day never comes, we must always be ready if it ever does.”

Her hands came up to either side of his face. She stared lovingly into his milky blue eyes, the eyes that captivated her the first time she met him under the blue glow of the lake that poured into the windows of the Slytherin common room. From that moment on, she loved Ominis, and would do anything for him. “I know, darling. And even knowing that, I still want this. I want this with you.”

Ominis thought for a moment before reaching for his wife’s hands. They were small and soft under his own, and he began to rub small circles into her palm with his thumb.

“Then we shall. We’ll start a family. But promise me something - our child will not be raised as a typical Gaunt. They’ll grow up a kind Slytherin, no dark magic, no pureblood supremacy, none of it. My hope is that they won’t even be sorted into Slytherin when the time comes with how different from my family we’ll raise them. But, let's have tonight for ourselves. No more fighting, no more talk of children, just us. We’ll start this process tomorrow. Natty still works as a nurse, correct? I’ll take you to her, make sure you’re healthy and get you all the fertility potions you need. Take your birth control potion tonight, but starting tomorrow, you won’t need it anymore.”

Her eyes began to sting as tears formed in them. She threw her arms around Ominis and kissed him softly and lovingly. The kiss quickly turned passionate as Ominis returned her enthusiasm. His hands found their way to his wife’s waist before he lightly pushed her to lay on her back on the bed. He made quick work of his own clothes, stripping down completely before his hands glided up her satin dress once more, pulling it over her head with ease. Finally his hands got to meet the promised lingerie, as his fingers grazed across the lacy fabric. He took a moment to enjoy the feel of the material before removing it as well.

He wasted no time spreading her legs and plunging in. She let out a symphony of moans as his tongue circled her clit and his fingers slid inside of her. Ominis groaned against her, still not having gotten used to her taste after all these years together. Even after she had prepared the most delicious dinner he’d ever had tonight, he still preferred the taste of her sweet nectar over anything. Her walls began to tighten around his fingers and he took that as his cue, speeding up his pumping, while still continuing to suck and lick at her. Her hands had already come down into his hair, and her grip tightened as she came, a scream of his name falling from her lips.

After allowing her a few moments to come down from her high, Ominis sat up on his knees. “Turn around, my love. Get on your hands and knees” his voice was low and laced with lust. She did as she was told, and Ominis used his hands to line himself up with her body. He gripped her hip with one hand, and gripped his cock in the other, taking a deep breath before pushing himself into her. She let out a moan at the stretch, but her body welcomed him as it always did. His pace was steady, as he slammed into her, pulling out slowly and almost all the way before slamming back into her. Her arms began to feel weak, so she got down to her elbows, which allowed Ominis to go deeper into her, much to his satisfaction.

“You want me deeper inside of you, huh? Such a sweet little whore for me. So desperate and so needy for my cock!”

Ominis had spoken, except it wasn’t words that came out of him, but several long, drawn out hissing sounds. He had a delicious habit of speaking to his wife in parseltongue when he was especially aroused, and she let out a moan in appreciation, eager to hear more of it. He continued to fuck her, his hand reaching up into her hair to pull her body slightly up.

“Oh, such a naughty girl. You love when I speak to you like this. I know you can come just from it. Come for me, darling. You’re so close I can feel it!”

She was panting hard as Ominis picked up his pace. She had no idea what he had said, and she never did, but she felt her walls tighten once again as her second orgasm approached. With another scream of his name, she came. But he didn’t give her any time to recover this time, his pace getting even rougher as he chased his own release. It hit a few moments later as his body tensed up and he released into her with a whimper of her name. She let out a soft sigh as he filled her, feeling his cock throbbing within her. She wished that this was the moment he was impregnating her, but that would have to wait. And she could wait. He was ready for it, they both were, and she would be happy whenever it happened.

Once the two of them had caught their breaths and cleaned themselves up, they snuggled up in their bed, arms wrapped around each other, her head resting on his chest as his fingers absentmindedly twirled strands of her hair. Her ears filled with the steady sound of his heart beat, and it relaxed her, knowing how it beat for her.

“I love you darling.” Ominis said as he continued to play with her hair. “…and I can’t wait for our future together.”

She sat up, planting a soft kiss on his lips before bringing her head back to its position on his chest. “I love you too! Happy anniversary my love!”

“Happy anniversary.” He whispered, his voice sleepy as he succumbed to his tiredness.

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The promise of visiting Natty did not come that week, as Ominis was given an assignment the following day at work that took up most of his day. By the time he arrived home, the pair were too tired to go anywhere and too tired to even try. MC was a little disappointed, but not upset, as she understood the stress of Ominis’s job. Ominis on the other hand was not particularly happy about his predicament, having already gotten excited about the prospect of a baby.

A week and a half after their anniversary, after a particularly grueling day, Ominis stormed into their home, finding his wife tending to the kitchen. He said nothing to her, but immediately grabbed her, slamming his lips into hers in a heated kiss. “Get upstairs now, we’re doing this. Tonight.”

“But Ominis, I thought you wanted to go see Natty about-“

“Oh fuck that! I’m tired of waiting! Upstairs. NOW.”

She felt her arousal hit her hard, she loved when Ominis was aggressive with her. She took his hand and they dashed upstairs, undressing at a tremendous speed. She threw herself on to the bed and immediately spread her legs, eager for Ominis to take her.

And he did. He slid into her with ease, jumping straight into a rough pace. All Ominis wanted to do was fuck his frustration with his job out on her, while fucking a baby into her.

“Such a good girl! You sound so pretty moaning for me, begging me to keep going. Moan louder for me! I want to hear you sssscream for me.”

She obeyed his command, screaming his name and moaning, her moans being her encouragement for him to continue.

“Sssso perfect. You take my cock so well, darling! Such a pretty little whore. You love this don’t you? You love when I fuck you like this.”

Her mind was completely blank and blissed out as he continued his ruining of her. She struggled for several minutes to form a coherent sentence before she spoke.

“Yesss! I love the way you fuck me, darling! It feels ssso good! I love being a good little whore for you.”

Ominis’s eyes grew wide as he stopped in his tracks and pulled out of her, sitting back on his knees. He was unsure if he actually heard what he just heard, or if he was losing his mind.

“My love, did you just…speak parseltongue?” His voice laced with concern.

She sat up and looked at him, confused. “What? I don’t know how to speak parseltongue?”

“I just spoke to you in parseltongue, TWICE, and you responded IN PARSELTONGUE. Did you understand what I said to you?”

“Yes but, I’m pretty sure you spoke in English because there’s no way I know parseltongue. You said it yourself. It’s a language only heirs of Slytherin know, and I am not an heir of Slytherin and you’ve never taught me it, so it’s impossible.”

“If you can understand this, tell me.”

Without thinking, she responded to her husband, but instead of her normal voice falling from her lips, a string of hisses fell instead, she didn’t feel in control of her own mouth. She gasped as her hands shot up to her mouth, fear painting her face.

“Ominis?” She spoke, almost on the verge of tears, but in English this time. “What’s happening?”

Ominis sat in thought, taking his wife’s hands and squeezing them before realization hit him. He spoke slowly.

“You're not an heir of Slytherin, but our child would be...”

Her jaw practically hit the floor as the realization hit her as well. The pair seemed to share a moment of legilimency as they both wordlessly shot up from the bed, dressed, and dashed out the door, apparating as soon as they crossed the threshold outside their home.

When they landed, she took a hold of her husband’s hand and dragged him up to the home they had landed nearby. She tried to keep her knocking as non-aggressive as possible, but it was difficult with how her hands were shaking. Natty opened the door to find one of her closest friends, unable to contain her emotion any longer as tears of joy began to fall from her eyes.

“Natty, I need you to check me over, I think I might be pregnant!”

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A half hour later, the three of them were on the couch of Natty’s living room, Natty having made them tea to calm them down. MC’s empty teacup was in Natty’s hands as she examined the tea leaves left behind.

“Oh MC! This is wonderful news! You are indeed with child! You’re incredibly early in the process, however. Your baby only appears to be a few days old, how did you even know?”

She watched as her excited husband, who had tears running down his cheeks, took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the reveal of his family’s ability that she now possessed because their child did. An ability that she would continue to possess throughout the duration of her pregnancy. But she knew better, fully aware her husband wasn’t fond of having this talent outside of their bedroom activities.

“I just had a hunch.” She smiled, wiping her own tears from her eyes.

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Once they were back in their bed, they laid wrapped in each other’s arms. She sat up slightly, staring into her husband’s blue eyes, still wet with tears. “I can’t believe this is actually happening” She whispered, planting a quick peck on his lips.

Ominis let out a soft sigh. “I can’t wait, but promise me, darling. If our little snake ever inquires about how you came to discover you were pregnant, PLEASE lie to them.”

They both giggled in unison as she nuzzled into him, bidding each other goodnight and falling asleep, one of Ominis’s hands wrapped around his wife, and the other resting on her stomach.

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summary: valentine's day posts celebrating love with your favorite formula one boy. featuring: lando norris, charles leclerc, and daniel ricciardo ❤︎‬ a/n: well, it's two days after valentine's i had this idea pretty late & it took me longer than expected! but here it is nonetheless! hope you enjoy! for anyone waiting on my series to continue i am so so very sorry there hasn't been an update in so long. break was busy and i feel like i haven’t not been busy since then. not sure when an update will come but i can promise you it will at some point<3.

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gothmikasagf · 7 months

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Velvette x fem!reader

Warnings: mommy kink, dom!Velvette, top Velvette

Summary: You find yourself unable to stop staring at your friend's new boss.

Notes: spreading my lesbian Velvette agenda

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Velvette asks you. Her stare pins you in place and you don't dare move from the chair she ordered you to sit on a couple moments ago.

"Do you think I wouldn't notice your eyes on me" she whispers seductively. She grabs your chin in her hand and forcefully maneuvers it up so you don't have any choice but keep looking at her.

Her thumb swipes over your mouth and lingers on your bottom lip. You open it obediently and whatch how her mouth contorts into a smirk.

"Good girl" she says as you keep her thumb in your mouth and lightly suck on it.

"Let me see what else that mouth can do. On your knees." She demands. You lower yourself on the floor and watch her as she gets rid of her pants and underwear and sits on the bed.

The vision is downright sinful, you would have never thought that you would find yourself in this position when you entered in the club prior tonight. You just wanted to celebrate your friend's successful first job as a model for Velvette when you actually met the fashion designer herself. She was really hot, that you couldn't deny, but she was an overlord while you were a simple sinner trying to get by another day in hell without being exterminated. Still, she must have noticed your interest in her and a couple of drinks later here you were.

She spreads her legs more and you crawl towards the foot of the bed.

"Now let mommy come and I'll consider rewarding you" the moment the words are out of her mouth you bury your head between her legs.

You start tentatively giving a small lick and kisses to gauge her reaction. She locks eyes with you and pushes you in even more, locking you in with her legs.

You lick a long stripe and take her bud into your mouth, adding a finger into her entrance to help. She throws her head back and moans, her hand going into your hair and tugging it while her legs try to close in on your head.

You force her thighs open with your other hand while adding another finger. You have no idea what she was talking about when she mentioned a reward but you really wanted to make her happy nonetheless. You would have regardless, even if she didn't mention a possible reward.

Velvette starts grinding her pussy on your face and you start sucking harder and fingering faster to get a taste of her cum. Her wetness is spread all across your finger and lips but you don't find yourself caring at all. The sounds she is making are so hot you find yourself involuntarily humping the floor.

She comes with a loud moan and settles back into the bed, panting. You stay on the floor waiting for her orders, not wanting to displease her.

She looks at you curiously when she hears you pop the fingers covered in her juices in your mouth and then smirks.

"You really are mommy's good girl, aren't you?" She coos at you, standing up. "Now take off your clothes and get on bed, on all fours."

You strip as fast as you can without tripping and position yourself on the bed, ready for whatever Velvette has in store for you.

"Aww look at you, such a pretty baby. Don't worry mommy will take care of you." You hear her positioning herself behind you and feel something poking at your folds. A strap.

"Already all wet just by eating me out. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." And have fun she did, making you beg and cry for a release, only for her to overstimulate your poor cunt all night long.

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michibap · 1 month

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need to hear about hockey reader and schlatts first time.

yes yes yeah

she's finally here guys,

thank you user kiddiesmores for acting as a vessel of the prophecy

15k words because im fucking insane, sorry

TW: typical college activities, hetero sex

BEGONE TUCKER 🐑🩸

-if you think he's putting out ez you'd be wrong

-when you suddenly materialized into his life, he did some snooping, asking around about #23 on the women's hockey team

-if he was going to be seeing you four days out of the week, he should probably find out if you're secretly some kind of psycho freak

-but when he asks around, it seems like he's already kind of late to the party

-bc everyone he knows seems to at least know of you

-especially with the reputation you'd garnered on campus

-he'd learned a new word whilst asking around, conversation coming to a brief pause as he gives his friend a confused look

"What the fuck is a puck bunny?"

-charlie only glanced up from where he was tinkering with one of the robotics club's new projects with a coy smile,

"I'm gonna need you to take a look in the mirror, brother."

-the mischevious giggle that followed had schlatt sitting up straighter on his stool, reaching over to grab his phone

"Fuck you. What does that even mean? Fuck you." he spat as he rapidly typed the term, that he could only assume was offensive, into a search engine

-he presses his lips into a thin line and pegs an empty water bottle at charlie's head after reading the results

"I am no goddamn puckbunny." he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "And quite frankly, I'm offended that you've taken me for some common whore."

-charlie laughed again, bringing his hands down from where they had shot up to protect himself from schlatt's assault,

"I mean, I wouldn't blame you," he says with a shrug, looking over his friend as he squirmed, "You're telling me you would pass up that up, if you had the chance?"

-schlatt forced a scoff with a cocky shrug,

"Not 'round here, partner. I'm built different."

"You wouldn't know how to handle allat anyways." a voice pipes up from another table

-schlatt turns in his chair to glare at where the eavesdropper is biting back a smile, holding his hands up in defense when schlatt flips him the bird

"FUCK you, tucker."`

●・○・●・○・●・

-since the first time he heard it, the term had been haunting his narrative

-puckbunny?

-like... a groupie?

-surely not

-part of him didn't believe it

-despite it being the way a solid five of his friends had heard of you

-surely you weren't a puck bunny, you just didn't give off those vibes

-and he didn't even know if the women's hockey team even had groupies like that

-shit, he didn't even know that the university had a women's hockey team until this year

-that, and he just didn't think you were the hook-up type

-despite your cocky and aggressive nature on the ice,

-he's noticed that you don't talk much outside of when you're with your team or with... him

-he found it almost comical how every ounce of your usual rowdiness leaves your body the moment you were without a friend by your side

[he tries to ignore his inkling sense of pride, but it has him sitting up a little straighter nonetheless]

-with your reserved nature, there's surely no way you're out here hooking up with randoms

-however....

-there is evidence that suggests otherwise (aside from what he'd heard from friends)

-the first incident is only a handful of days into your comeback masterplan

-it's the morning after a successful game for the women's hockey team

-there's solid number of hungover students dragging their sorry asses to class after a long night of celebrating the win

-he almost wants to point and laugh at his suffering peers, feeling beautifully rested after a long night's rest

-having gone directly home after the game and crawling into bed shortly after

-some of his smugness is zapped from him when he sees a cute blonde walking in the opposite direction as him, an obvious pep in her step

-he thought that the fact that she was his only equal in a sea of degenerates was what had caught his eye

-but as he looks her up and down, he bites back a scowl when he notes the fresh bruises and teeth marks littering her neck and collarbones that were exposed by the baggy sweatshirt she was donning

-obviously not hers

-he'd been FOOLED

-yet another soul lost to the wills satan, damned for eternity for the sin of-

-his judgements (which he refused to admit were rooted in jealousy) came to a screeching halt

-his eyes darting back to the sweater the girl was wearing

-wait a damn minute.

-that sweatshirt was very clearly not hers

-he stops in his tracks, doing a shameless double take of what the blonde was wearing

-it looked oddly similar to a sweatshirt he's seen YOU wearing

-he's broken from his trance by another student bumping into him, grumbling at the brief scuffle before making his way into the lecture hall

-you make your way in around five minutes after the lecture begins, as per usual

-he raises a brow when he sees you shivering in a thin long sleeve shirt as you wordlessly shuffle past the other people in the row

-he pretends not to look at the way your biceps bulge against the fabric as you drop your bag and adjust in your seat

-rubbing your hands together for a moment before pressing them between your thighs in an attempt to warm them up

"Thought hockey players didn't get cold?" he teased quietly, grinning when you side eyed him as you try to suppress your shivering,

"'S fuckin' brutal out there," you grumble, using one of your hands to reach down and open your bag to grab your notebook

"That's what jackets are for, pleb."

-you only sigh in defeat, the cold having zapped too much of your energy to bother conjuring up some clever comeback,

"No dip," you hiss, "Couldn't even find my fuckin sweater this morning."

●・○・●・○・●・

-there was another incident not much more than four days later

-it'd been after you convinced him to move your session from the collaboration office to a nearby dining hall

-because according to you

"If I don't get something in my stomach in the next three to five minutes I'm gonna start throwing things. And I mean it."

-he follows you around as you load up your plate

-shaking his head no when you ask if he wants anything

-you were griping about some group project that you were struggling with, casually dropping that you were ghosting your group mates because of how bad it sucked

-he wasn't really listening, more focused on following you through the crowded dining hall as you led him to your table of choice

-but as the two of you were walking, you were interrupted by a sudden shout of your name

-you halted in your tracks, and he mindlessly walks into you, stumbling a bit after basically bouncing off of your back, your stance unmoving

-he peaks over your shoulder to see who had stopped you

-his brows shooting up at the sight of a cute brunette eagerly looking up at you over the rim of her glasses

"I'm so glad I caught you! I don't think you got my texts,"

-he watches your shoulders rise with a sharp inhale as you wipe your palms on your sweats,

-an anxious habit of yours that he'd picked up on the longer he's spent time with you

"Heyyy youu..."

-and he quickly puts the pieces together

-taking in your anxious tell and the girl standing in front of you, who had flagged you down in the middle of the dining area

-he has to rub a hand down his face to suppress a laugh

-there is no fucking WAY he's watching you get called out for ghosting you group project right in front of him

-this is simply too good to be true

"Yeah I, uh..." you pause and suck your teeth, glancing away for a moment

-and he can SEE the smoke pouring out of your ears as your primate brain kicks into overdrive

"My service is just... weird, I guess. I must not've gotten em."

"No, no, it's totally okay" she rushes out, her eyes shoot up and catch schlatt's and he quickly averts his own

-a little guilty at being caught eavesdropping

"Umm, are you busy right now?"

-he watches you stand a little straighter and glance over your shoulder at him

-something in your eyes shifting when you seemed to remember he was behind you

-and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he raises a single brow at you, obviously biting back a smile

-oh boy OH BOY

-here it comes!!!1!!

"Yeah, I'm actually here for tutoring right now, so..."

"Oh!" she chirps, "What for? I could probably help if you want-"

"Nahh, my tuition pays for him to be here." you insist, jabbing a thumb in his direction

-he watches as the girl's shoulder deflate, his own sagging as well

"Oh..."

-that's IT?

-where is the TEA? the DRAMA?

-he wants to see this girl crash out in a very real and serious way

-because he KNOWS how frustrating you can be in an academic setting, so he can only imagine what you'd be like as a groupmate

"Yeah, we should probably get going, actually. Time's a wastin'" you finish with an awkward laugh

"Oh, okay. I'll see you around, I guess..."

"Totally, totally... Later!" you call as you begin to walk away

-schlatt moves to follow, but you don't make it far before the girl reaches out and grabs your wrist,

"Hey, wait!"

-you look eyes shoot down to your wrist then back to her with a frown

-HERE IT IS

-he almost wants to applaud his fellow nerd for standing up

-there seriously does need to be some geek unity on this godforsaken campus-

-his train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he watches the girl look up at you hopefully, pulling her lower lip between her teeth before she continues, a little shyer,

"Text me?"

-when he watches your eye her up and down

-the corner of your mouth pulling into a little smirk

-he realizes that this interaction is going in a FAR different direction than what he had assumed

"I'll see you around."

-with that, you pull your wrist from her grasp and walk away

-and schlatt is hot on your heels as he follows you to a table in a quiet corner

-practically throwing his bag into the booth before sliding in after it

-the moment he's sat, his nosey ass is running his mouth

"What the fuck was that?" he rushes out with a bewildered laugh

-you chuckle and shake your head as you slide into the booth across from him,

"Shit was weird, right?"

"Weird?" he repeats, bewildered

-he turns his head to look in the direction where the girl had walked off in

-laughing when he sees her already looking in your table's direction from where she's sitting

"She wants you bad, bro."

-you only roll your eyes, corner of your lips twitching into a cocky smile

"Everyone wants me." you proclaim cockily

-schlatt laughs again, shaking his head

-usually he would make a comment to shoot you down a peg, but he'll give it to you this time, he supposes...

-game recognizes game

"So, what's the dame's name?"

-you hum, shifting in your seat so you can follow his eyes to where she's sitting,

"Honestly," he watches as you catch her eyes, one of your own dropping into a playful wink as you send her a little wave

he watches her perk up in her seat and eagerly wave back

"I couldn't remember her name if you had a fuckin' gun to my head," you mutter with a laugh

-you glance back over to him, expecting him to be laughing with you, smile falling a little when you see he isn't even cracking a grin,

-as a matter of fact, he's doing the opposite

-his face set firmly into a judgmental frown

"What's it to you?" you ask, a little defensive

“You don’t even know her name?” he hisses

-you roll your eyes at his tone, scowling

“Does it matter?”

●・○・●・○・●・

-it was a damn shame that your douchey tendencies tarnished the romanticized version of you that lived in his head

-because much to his dismay

-as your three week comeback plan continued to unfold

-he’d found that maybe you’ve grown on him

-just a little

-after the first week of awkwardly quiet meetings where the only talking the two of you did was him answering your questions and an occasional biting comment,

-the two of you had surprisingly grown fairly close

-you could call it forced proximity, but he has a feeling it’s a little deeper than that

-especially now that his friends have seemed to pick up on it

-he won’t even give anybody the chance to try and tease him

-loudly groaning and interrupting the conversation the second anything that could possibly pertain to you comes up

-maybe it was the way he was suddenly interested in tagging along to hockey games, but only for the women’s team

-or the way he’d print out all of your practice sheets ahead of time instead of emailing you the pdfs and making you print them yourself like he does with all of the other students he’s tutoring

-it could be the way he’ll drop his conversations, coming to a hard stop when his phone goes off, anxiously checking to see if it was you

(and nobody believes him when he says it, but it usually really is you)

-there’s also the fact that he steps out of the room the moment he sees your face peaking through the small window of the workshop door

-you’d picked up the habit of stopping by if his bi-weekly robotics meetings are still running after your practice lets out

-neither of you mention how the math and science building is well out of the way of your walk to the student athletes' housing

-but his fate was truly sealed the other day

-during your regularly scheduled session, you’d gotten a text from coach letting you know that practice had been canceled that day

-pickles, his beloved frenchie, had managed to eat an entire large pizza and an order of garlic knots and was suffering the consequences

-he watched you cheer, celebrating your newly found free time

-and in a brief moment of confidence, he offered to let you tag along with him to his robotics meeting

“If you don’t have anything better to do, of course.”

-he really did think you were joking when you took him up on it

-only realized you were quietly tailing him about half way through his walk to the math and science building

-he only knew you were there when he heard the crinkling of you unwrapping some sort of snack from behind him

-whipping his head around and releasing a short shout when he sees you

“Jesus, they need to put a fucking bell on you,” he hissed, “Why are you following me?”

-he frowned when you looked at him like he was an idiot

“You told me to, douchebag.”

“What? When?”

-you click your tongue and give him another look, and he squirms a little, waiting for you to answer

“...When you asked me to come to your meeting… and I said yes?”

-he lets out a little “Ohhhhhh,”

“I didn’t think you’d actually wanna come.” he admits with a laugh

-you shrug and break into a light jog to catch up so you could walk beside him

“Nah, wanted to see that fat fuckin’ head of yours put to use.”

“I hope you know that I’ve reserved the right to revoke your invitation.”

-you only hum, lips twitching into a grin,

“You won’t.”

-when he opens the door, all of the chatter that could be heard from outside came to an abrupt stop

-all heads turning to where you followed schlatt into the workshop

-you awkwardly cough into your fist when nobody says anything to you, just staring silently

“Uh, what’s good mathletes?” you awkwardly try to break the ice

-beside you, schlatt sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose while his friends chuckle,

“Robotics.” he corrects

-your tongue presses to the side of your cheek with an almost imperceptible raise of your brow, and he could tell that you were doing everything in your power not to laugh

-had you two been alone, you’d have made some kind of joke about how you’re itching to rob him of his lunch money

-but in a room where you’re significantly outnumbered by not just nerds, but your cute tutor’s friends?

-you decide to secede with a hum

“Right, right. Robotics team.” you correct yourself, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye before looking back to the rest of the small group, “My bad.”

“No worries, man.” Charlie pipes up with a friendly smile, “You’re on the hockey team, right?”

“Yup, Number 23.”

-schlatt sends alex a dangerous glare from over your shoulder when he loudly coughs after choking on his water when he hears the number

-you give him a weird look before wiping your hands on your joggers,

“Right. So, practice was canceled tonight, and he said it was alright if I crash your meeting,” you explained, jabbing your thumb back in schlatt’s direction, “if that’s okay with y’all, of course”

-obviously, there was no protest

-schlatt rolls his eyes as he watches his peers push a few of the benches together

-eager to pick at the brain of the notorious #23, who seemed to be wrapping their usually introverted friend around her finger

-however, you seem a lot less eager to boast about yourself as they had been expecting

-sitting there quietly as they all settle into their tasks for the day, waiting for you to start talking

-you look around, a little unsure of what to do with yourself

-what the fuck were they building, a bomb?

-there were tools on the table that you had never seen before, and when you take a look at a paper nearby, it was filled with an almost unintelligible scrawl of numbers and symbols you didn’t even know existed

-he lets you squirm for a minute, occasionally glancing over to watch you fiddle with the fabric of your pants as you anxiously look at the array of parts and papers and pencils scrawled out in front of you

-maybe it’s a little cute to see you floundering outside of your element, sticking by him in an unfamiliar setting

-you manage to catch his eyes once, and you send him a pleading look

-he only raises his brow, smug

“Yes?”

-you sigh, knowing that he’s going to force it out of you eventually,

“Where do you want me?”

-charlie freezes in the middle of twisting a prong

-glancing up at where you and schlatt are sitting across from him with wide eyes

-schlatt’s lip curl into a shit eating grin as he reaches for a ridiculously tiny screwdriver,

“Oh, I’ve got just the thing for you.”

-he assigns you the most dreaded task he could think of,

-having you twist tiny little screws into the stupidly small threaded holes of the 3d printed box they planned to fill with all of the guts and wiring of their new bot

-but the task comes as a relief, giving you something to do with your hands as you listen to the idle chatter of him and his friends, occasionally chipping in

-enjoying hanging with the gaggle of geeks more than you had been expecting to

-you were dragged into the conversation again when tucker inevitably started going on about his most recent pump,

“I see you in the gym all the time,” he says, getting your attention as he smiles at you from across the bench,

“You’re fuckin’ jacked man, we’ve gotta go sometime so you can show me what’s up.”

-you only grin, glancing up from where you have the piece of machinery you’ve been working away at in your lap,

“Oh for sure, I see you in there too,” and schlatt watches tucker light up like a goddamn christmas tree, “You’ll have to take it easy on me.”

-later on, the conversation takes a turn towards an upcoming competition that they had coming up, which you were eagerly invited to

“Wait, on the 12th?” you ask, deflating a bit,

“I’ve got a game that day, I won’t be able to make it.” you say with a frown

-there’s a chorus of groans from the team, disappointed both by you being unable to attend their tournament, and them not being able to go to your game

-you frown, crossing your arms and teetering back in your chair as you think for a moment

“Well, what’re you guys doing for your celly?”

“Celly?” Jaiden repeats, cocking her head

“Celebration.” you elaborate

“Right, well it’s kinda up in the air because we haven’t, y’know, won yet.” schlatt attempts to be snarky

-frowning when you only you nod at him before turning back to the others

“Nice, well when you guys do, Phi Sig is throwing for the team. You guys should pull up.”

-there are some excited reactions from the team, but schlatt crosses his arms over his chest, leveling you with a suspicious look,

“You’re inviting us to a party to celebrate winning a game that you haven’t played yet? A little bold, don’t we think?”

-it wasn’t a popular take, for sure

-a direct invite to a Phi Sig party was a high honor around these parts

-and he remembers you saying something about the other team being “full ‘a fuckin benders” when he asked you about your upcoming game, confident in your ability to win

-but he remained weary, not wanting to risk getting the team’s hopes up

-but you disregarded any anxieties he had when your lips curled into one of your infamous cocky grins, a quick glimpse of your on-ice persona

“That’s one way to put it.”

●・○・●・○・●・

-the function already seems to be in full swing by the time they arrive

-there’s already somebody passed out in the front yard, surrounded by empty tweas

-you could hear the music and lively chatter coming from the house all the way from the street, windows lit up with colorful string LEDs

-schlatt sucks in a deep breath, following after his friends who are excitedly bouncing towards the house

-all of them proudly donning their matching windbreakers they had won at the tournament they had just returned from

-and part of him wants to turn tail and call it a night, just going back to his dorm after an exhausting day

-but he hears alex’s giddy giggle when they open the door, the riotous volume of the party now being heard at full

-he steels himself and ducks in, following the group to the kitchen, trying to keep a headcount as they struggle to navigate through the rowdy crowd

-it’s a relief when it’s a little quieter in there, only a handful of people in there chatting and pouring themselves drinks, the music slightly muffled

-he finds a corner to situate himself in as his friends geek over the selection of alcohol set out

-he grins as charlie hands him a red solo cup filled with sprite and something that burns as it slides down his throat

“Jesus, what the fuck did you put in this?”

“Shut up and drink it, pussy.”

-he won’t argue with that

-he makes the mistake of looking out at the rest of the party over the rim of his cup as he gulps down some more

-needing some liquid courage after seeing a small group of guys pointing at their jackets and snickering

-he averts his eyes, deciding that it wasn’t his problem

-instead choosing to look in the living room where a large number of people have congregated around a game of beer pong

-some others dancing to the music playing over the speakers

-his eyes travel along the back wall, where some partygoers linger on the outer hedges of the crowd

-of course, his eyes are naturally drawn to you

-he chokes on his drink as he watches you lean down so that a redhead in scandalously tight jeans can whisper something your ear, your hand planted on the small of her back as you pull her closer

-he splutters and struggles to swat tucker away when he comes up and firmly pats him on the back as he coughs

-when he recovers, he can’t help but look back to where he found you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

-eyes going wide when he sees your eyes already on him as you lean in closer to whisper something yourself

-lips curling into a charming smile when she pulls back with a laugh and you gently nudge her away

-he watches as you push off from the wall and make your way through the crowd and towards him, the throngs of people parting around you as you wade through with ease

-dressed in your jersey, lazily thrown over a hoodie and paired with baggy jeans

-he can tell by your flushed cheeks and toothy smile that spreads across your face when you enter the kitchen that you’re already decently tipsy

“What’s good, mathletes?!” you greet excitedly, happy to dap Charlie up as you walk in

-one of your teammates pops her head in after you with a confused grin

“Not the mathletes-” she laughed

“Aye, that’s robotics team to you.” you correct her

-schlatt’s eyes go wide when come closer to him and reach reach out and grab his shoulder

-easily spinning him around and pointing out the back of his windbreaker

-his face gets hot when he feels your finger drag across the poor quality printing on his back

“State champs.” you read proudly

“Damnnnn,” your teammate commends, nodding in approval

“I can drink to that!” another one of them, who seemed to have materialized in the kitchen, chirps excitedly

-the rest of the party rushes by in a blur from that point on

-because the next thing he knows,

-he’s going shot for shot with the women’s hockey team’s captain while you cheer him on,

-your drink sloshing over the lid of your cup as your throw your arms up and cheer

-he doesn’t know why he thought he could go toe to toe with a carbed up athlete, but it makes for a good time either way

-he won’t remember tomorrow, but with some firewater in his blood he was able to let loose and enjoy himself

-the only evidence of it will be blurry photos he finds in his camera roll and sent in the groupchat the next morning

●・○・●・○・●・

-the next time he regains sentience, he finds himself out by the street, hunched over a trashcan and hurling up the big mac he had eaten on the way back to campus however many hours ago

-he doesn’t hear you walking up behind him

-nor did he notice you follow him out when you saw him stumbling towards the door, the friends he had come with too sloshed to notice his escape

“You alright there, big guy?” he hears you ask, an entertained lilt to your voice

-he only groaned and hung his head further into the bin

“You were goin’ pretty hard in there,” you tease

-and he raises his head to glare at you, bringing up a hand and using the back of it to wipe his mouth

“Fuck yeah I was.” he said proudly, swaying as he pushes himself to stand up again

“‘M not done yet-” he mumbles, and makes to walk back into the party

-unfortunately, he doesn’t make it very far

-your eyes go wide and one of your hands shoots out to grab a fistful of his shirt as a last ditch attempt to break his fall, but it doesn’t do much help

-he ends up flat on the ground with a stretched shirt, groaning up at the sky

-you, once again, aren’t much help

-still a little tipsy yourself, and cackling hard enough that you end up on the ground next to him

-he would have taken a moment to appreciate the sound if everything wasn’t spinning

“God, that was good” you sigh, wiping away stray tear

“I fuckin hate parties.” he grumbles

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” you chuckle

-his chest goes tight when your face comes into view, looking down at him from where you’re seated beside him with a teasing smile,

“You got somebody to bring you home?”

-he scowled, reaching up to push your face out of sight,

“Don’t need you ta fuckin bring me home-”

“Brother, you are on the ground.”

“Fuck you.” he spits, moving to push himself off the ground, groaning once he’s sitting upright, “I can’t believe you let this happen.”

-you bark a laugh,

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” he scoffs, once again wobbling as he gets back on his feet, “None ‘a this woulda fuckin happened if you- if you- if you jus'-”

-he pauses and presses his lips into a thin line, glaring at where you’re looking up at him from the ground

-conflicting emotions swirling in his chest

-caught between enjoying your company and wanting you to leave so he can let his brain shut off as he lies on the cold concrete

-you watch as he struggles to string together a coherent thought, laughing to yourself as you get off the ground with significantly less struggle

-and all of a sudden it feels a little too much like you’re laughing at him

-anger flaring in his chest as he thinks back to the guys who had been snickering about his and his friend’s jackets earlier

-fucking student athletes and their stupid egos

-you’re no better than him, with your stupidly toned body and captivating smile

-once you’re standing, the two of you are nearly chest to chest

-if his brain wasn’t short circuiting before, it definitely was now

-his eyes widen and his chest goes a little tighter when it finally processes that you’re looking up at him

-thanks to the combination of your lack of added height without your skates and the close proximity between the two of you

-he’s close enough to smell the liquor on your breath and the residual stench of pot mingling with your perfume

-it’s intoxicating enough that he doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring at your lips as they stretch into an amused smile

“You were saying?”

-his eyes dart back up to yours, face growing hot when he realizes he’d been caught

-if he were a little more sentient right now, he would articulate just how badly you piss him off

-how much it frustrates him that he is simply unable to dislike you, no matter how he wishes he could (and probably should)

-with your stupid cocky attitude and smug smiles

-and your frankly unfairly great sense of humor that gets the two of you weird looks when you have him cracking up in the collaboration office

-or how easily you’ve slotted yourself into nearly every aspect of his life

-somehow weaseling your way into his academics, his work, his social circle

-his entire goddamn psyche

-worst of them all, he hates how you toy with him

-and he hates how he lets you

-your eyes go a little wide when he leans in close, feeling his breath brush across your lips with the proximity

-you make no move to pull away

-and maybe that’s his final straw

“Fuck. You.”

-the two of you remain standing close like that for a moment

-he flushes as your eyes bore into his own, searching for something, but he stands his ground, staring right back

-he frowns when you laugh in his face,

“Yeah, I thought you’d say something like that.”

-you suck in a deep breath and glance away, shoving your hands into your pockets and teetering on the balls of your feet,

“Listen, you can feel… however you want about me,” You pause and meet his eyes again,

“The main concern right now is gettin you somewhere safe so you’re not sleeping on the turf tonight. Now c’mon, ’s fucking cold out.”

-you reach out and grab the sleeve of his windbreaker, and attempt to pull him along with you as you try to walk away

-but he remains firmly in place

-you frown a little and tug his sleeve again,

“What’re you doing? Let’s go,” you insist, nodding your head in the direction that you were trying to lead him to

-he narrows his eyes at you

-caught between enjoying you tugging him around and being pissed that your entitled ass just assumes he’ll follow you just because you told him to

“Where’re you takin me?” he slurred

-you gave him a weird look, eyes darting from him to the front door of the house as another partygoer stumbles out and leans over the handrail to puke into a bush, then back to him

“Umm, probably my place-”

-you’re cut off by him scoffing and dramatically ripping his sleeve from your grasp,

“Fuck that, ‘m not going home with you.”

-you laugh a little, unsure of what he’s getting at,

“Umm, well I don’t really know how to get to yours, but if you think you can lead-”

“No, no. ‘M not going anywhere with you.” he mumbles petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest

-you sigh, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose before letting it flop back at your side,

“Why are you being so difficult right now?”

“Fuck you.”

-he watches as the last ounce of patience leaves your body, glaring up at him as you run your tongue over your teeth to keep from saying anything you shouldn’t

“Y’know what? Fine, be like that. Have fun with the raccoons, dickhead.”

-and with that, he watches as you walk away without as much as a glance over your shoulder

-and his brain is going a mile a minute as he watches you get further away, part of him expecting you to turn around

-when you don’t, something ugly stirs in his chest

-and he just can’t let you walk away with the final word

“I’m not some fucking puck bunny!” he calls after you

-he blanches when it comes out, but resists clapping an embarrassed hand over his mouth

-that did not sound as hard as it did in his head

-his face gets embarrassingly hot when he sees you stop in your tracks and look at him over your shoulder, bewildered

“...What?”

-and he knows he should just shut his fat fucking mouth

-but he’s drunk and he’s angry and you’re right there and once he starts he just can’t stop

“I’m not just gonna do whatever you say jus’ for you ta fuckin pretend I don’t exist after you get what you want.”

-he stops when you fully turn around to face him again, thoughtfully looking him over before you speak,

“And what is it that you think I want from you?”

-he doesn’t say anything, jaw clenching as he keeps his eyes firmly set on you

-he knows that you know what he’s talking about

-he couldn't possibly be the only one that feels the tension between the two of you

-you sigh at his lack of response, bringing a hand up to adjust your hair before you speak

“Listen,” you sigh

“If I just wanted to fuck you, I already would've. Plain and simple.”

-you watch as his face morphs from anger to confusion

-a small smile twitching on your lips as you watch the cogs in his brain turn before turning back around with a shrug and continuing on your way

-he stands there, watching dumbly as you walk away

-but he hears a quiet laugh before you’re calling to him over your shoulder,

“You coming or what?”

-you shake your head with a smile when you hear heavy footsteps quickly approaching you from behind

●・○・●・○・●・

-the rest of the walk is spent in awkward silence

-well, awkward for schlatt

-you seem to have no issue with quietly walking side by side

-but his mind is elsewhere, thoughts racing by too fast for him to pick one and stick to it

-you chuckle a little when you see him dazedly staring at the open elevator door in front of him, giving him a second to see if he notices

-when he doesn’t, you lightly push him with a hand on the small of his back before following him in

-neither of you say anything until you enter your student apartment

-schlatt takes off his shoes on the doorway, leaning against the wall so he doesn’t topple over as he unties his sneakers

-you lazily kick your own shoes off before making your way into the kitchen, schlatt on your heels

-he bumps into your back when you stop abruptly

-he follows your eyes to where you’re looking

-finding your roommate standing in front of the fridge in her jammas, bag of popcorn in hand as she sends both of you a nasty glare

“Heyyyy Clair-”

“Who is that?” she interrupts, eyes boring into Jay’s soul

-he flounders, mouth falling open and snapping shut a few times as he tries to find something to say

-before he gets the chance, she’s turning back to you and heaving a disappointed sigh,

“I thought we agreed to no more groupies in the dorm.”

-you blanch as you now feel two sets of angry eyes on you

“He’s not a groupie!” you rush out, “Scout’s honor!”

-Claire only sighs, shaking her head as she turns to begin walking to her room,

“Just keep it down tonight, please.”

-after her bedroom door slammed shut, you turn to face Jay, who had been glaring at the back of your head, with a guilty smile

-and he would have given you hell for it if he didn’t feel his stomach churn, clapping a hand over his mouth

-your eyes shoot open and you’re like “Oh shit”, dragging him to your shared bathroom

-you stand there a little awkwardly, watching him wretch over the bowl for a moment

“Alright, ummm…” you scratch the back of your neck, “I’ll be right back. Don’t die.”

-he grumbles something indecipherable from where he’s hunched over and you take it as an okay to leave

-when you return a few minutes later in your jammas with a bottle of water, he’s seated on the floor with his back against the cabinet

-you nudge the side of his head with the bottle and he grumbles and snatches it out of your hand

-guzzling half of it as you settle across from him against the bathtub, just watching him

-he groans obnoxiously once he decides he’s had enough

-placing the now crunched bottle on the floor next to him and watching you back

-after a moment of silence you glance away and anxiously rub your hands over the fabric of your bottoms

-and he has to admit that you look awfully cute in your oversized t-shirt and flannel pants

“So…” you start awkwardly, “How’re we feeling?”

-he quirks an unentertained brow and presses his tongue to the side of his cheek before responding,

“Why don’t you give me your best guess.”

-you give a quiet laugh before responding,

“Well, you look like shit”

-he can’t help but roll his eyes and laugh alongside you, some of the drunken haze beginning to clear away as he sits on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor

“I mean, can’t be too bad if I’m here, right?”

-you only hum, pulling a knee up to your chest and resting your chin on it and looking back down at the tiles

-another beat of awkward silence passes

-schlatt is struggling to come up with another witty comment to make you laugh

-something charming and funny that’s sure to convince you that he’s worth your while

-and it’s on the tip of his tongue, but just as he goes to open his mouth, you’re looking back up at him

“I really like you.”

….

FUCK

-FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCJ

-his eyes go impossibly wide and he claps a hand over his mouth hard enough that his head knocks back against the cabinet

-he does not know WHAT possessed him to say that

-but the humiliation only sinks in further when your shoulders shake with a quiet laugh

“Yeah, I know.” you wear another amused smile and give a coy shrug, “Cat’s outta the bag.”

-schlatt is significantly less entertained

-the hand clapped over his lower face drops to his side and his lips part to allow his mouth to hang open dumbly as he stares at you

“What?”

-he really thought he had been sooo cool and chill and subtle about it

-how the fuck did you know?

-how long have you known?

-did somebody tell you???

-DO YOU THINK HE’S A WEIRDO PERV FREAK?

-before he got the chance to spiral any further, you’re speaking again,

“No worries, man. I like you too.”

-another pause

-he sits there for a moment, wide eyed and completely still

“WHA-”

-his shout is muffled by you shooting forward to cover his mouth with your own hand

-he groans when the force knocks his head back against the cabinet once more

“Shut the fuck up, my roommate is sleeping.” you hiss

-you watch as his eyes crinkle and feel his lips spread into a smile under your hand before he says something that’s muffled by aforementioned hand

-you laugh and remove it, wiping any spittle he had unintentionally left there off on his shirt

“So, you have a crush on me?” he confirmed aloud, grinning when you nod

“That’s mad embarrassing.”

-his cheeks hurt from how wide he’s smiling at you as you roll your eyes

“Fuckin’ tell me about it.”

-there’s another beat of silence, significantly less awkward this time

-the two of you take a moment to breathe a little easier now that the tension that’s been plaguing both of you in the past weeks has finally been acknowledged

-Schlatt is the first to break it, still a little confident with his lingering buzz

“So…” he starts, “What now?”

-you sigh with another shrug,

“I dunno, it doesn’t have to be like,, serious or anything.”

-he hums, nodding his head with a thoughtful expression as he shifts a little anxiously

-he’d been worried you would say something along those lines

-your promiscuous history nagging at him from the back of his mind

-no judgment or anything, but a “casual” relationship might actually destroy him

-especially with how off kilter you’ve had him with just a crush

-it’s a matter of self preservation, because he knows you have the potential to ruin his life

-and that he would let you

-you watch as he brings his his hands up and presses his fingers together as he struggles to find a way to articulate himself without sounding like an ass

-ESPECIALLY with his major fuck up earlier (even though it seems to have worked out in his favor thus far)

“I don’t think I’d be down for anything that wasn’t… serious.” he made sure to say it slowly, cautiously

-sure to articulate himself in a manner that wouldn’t disturb the serene atmosphere in the bathroom

-his face falls when he hears you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth,

“Right, I figured you’d say something like that. Um,”

-he watches as you sigh and tilt your head back to look at the ceiling like it has the answers written on it

(ignoring how soft the newly exposed expanse of skin looks, muscles flexing underneath as you nervously swallow)

“I’m going to keep it real with you, this is one of the best seasons the team’s had in a long time,” you start, your eyes once again landing on schlatt who nods, urging you to continue

“And right now, I’m not willing to risk having any new distractions to throw me off my game, especially with the end of the season coming up."

-he deflates a bit, cheeks heating up with shame as he begins to brace himself for the sting of rejection

"That, and the fact that I don’t want to end up disappointing you by making any… commitments, that I frankly don’t have the time for right now.”

-Once it seems like you’re finished, schlatt nods again with an understanding hum

-despite not really understanding what you’re getting at

-ARE YOU REJECTING HIM OR NOT, WOMAN?

-GOD

-he watches you bite back a smile

-but it was hard to do with how braindead he looked as he tried to decipher what you were saying

“So what that means is that if you’re willing to hold out until the end of the season….”

-you pause and look at him expectantly, waiting for it to click

“Oh… OH!” and suddenly he’s sitting up a little straighter and bright eyed

-he catches himself getting a little too excited and reels it back in, leaning back against the cabinet with a totally nonchalant shrug,

“I guess that could work…” he hums thoughtfully, stroking the chair on his chin, “But I’d like to make it very clear that you will be the one holding out.”

-now it’s your turn so sit up a little straighter, eyes lighting up as you sense the challenge in is tone

“Yeah?” you ask, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as you look him up and down

-he blushes but matches your energy, a rogue grin coming to spread across his lips

“Yeah.”

●・○・●・○・●・

-you would think that having that conversation would have cleared the air a bit

-releasing some of the tension that had been building

-but it most definitely did not.

-as a matter of fact, it seemed to do the exact opposite

-it was brutal, really, being torn between wanting nothing more than to jump your bones the minute the two of you are alone and wanting to beat you in this stupid fucking challenge that he set

-this, combined with your sessions becoming less frequent with the end of the season growing closer and you deciding to make it your personal mission to make his life difficult, made for an incredibly long week

-but he wouldn’t deny that he was enjoying the newfound attention

-it was like the less he saw you, the more forward you became

-growing more determined to break him the closer you got to your final game

-admittedly, he was holding out a little better than you had initially expected

-holding strong when you decided to sit next to him during your tutoring session instead of across from him like you usually would

-pressing the strong line of your thigh snugly against his, the smell of your shampoo clouding his thoughts as he struggled to explain what a quotient was for the thousandth time

-showing up to sit in on his robotics meeting in a compression shirt that has him stumbling over his words every time he snuck a glance at you

-it definitely did not help that almost every time he did, he found that your eyes were already set on him, unmoving when he meets your gaze

-though that’s not to say that it was a cakewalk for you

-the dry spell was brutal, especially considering that beforehand you were getting laid pretty consistently

-the more time that passed, the more desperate you became

-getting to the point where even the smallest things left you reeling

-though you’d rather god strike you dead on the spot than admit it

-but that fucker was already onto you and you knew it

-you could tell by his self satisfied smile after he watched you squirm as he praised you for passing your most recent exam

-or hovering close enough to you that you can can smell his cologne and feel the heat that the warm mass of his body was throwing off

-he’d also stopped bothering to hide his brazen stares, only giving you a toothy grin when you turn and catch his his eyes firmly planted on your ass

-it soon became painfully clear that one of you had to break, and soon

-it’s just funny because

-neither of you expected it to be you

●・○・●・○・●・

-it’d been an unusually free day for both of you, with most of campus being shut down due to a snow storm rolling in

-you’d taken advantage of it, sleeping in until about noon and waking up to flurries of snow falling from the sky and the sound of your roommate watching jersey shore

-you grumble and roll over, ready to go back to sleep until you hear your phone buzz on your nightstand

-you sigh and sit up, running a hand through your hair to get it out of your face before picking it up, a sleepy smile stretching across your lips when you see who had been blowing up your phone

smartfella 🤓: hi 🧍🏻‍♀️

smartfella 🤓: hey lol

smartfella 🤓: u still down to study today or na

smartfella 🤓: a little snow cant stop the grind 💪

fartsmella 🍖: wtf r u talking about

fartsmella 🍖: collaboration office is closed 2day u fool

-you watch his typing bubble pop up and disappear a few times before you receive a response

smartfella 🤓: since when is the collaboration office a concern

smartfella 🤓: we’ve only actually studied there like twice

fartsmella 🍖: what does this have to do with me

smartfella 🤓: 😐

smartfella 🤓: come over

fartsmella 🍖: k

-schlatt lets out a small laugh when he reads your response, a little surprised at how little convincing it took

-but stops laughing when the reality of you coming over sets in

-he panics and lunges out of bed, stumbling due to his legs being tangled in his blankets

-he hurried to make his bed before scurrying around his room to gather any trash he could find before rushing out into the common room, where ted was lounging on the couch

-his roommate’s eyes go a little wide when he sees how frazzled schlatt looks, shouting indignantly when he tears the blanket off of his lap before folding it and throwing it over the back of the couch,

“What the hell, man?!”

-schlatt doesn’t even look over at him as he quickly makes his way to the windows, opening them up and making a desperate attempt to waft out any unpleasant boy smell that may be lingering in the dorm,

“You need to leave.”

“What?”

-ted yelps when schlatt makes his way back over to him and tries to drag him off of the couch

-it quickly turns into a match of slapbox as the two bicker,

“You need to get the hell out of here man-”

“The fuck are you talking about, I live here!”

“Just get the fuck out, please”

“Dude, you can’t just-”

-both of them freeze when they hear two sharp knocks on the door

-eyes darting from each other, then to the door, then back to each other

-before schlatt even has the chance to think, ted is taking advantage of the distraction and shoving him to the floor, sending him stumbling back into the coffee table and knocking his elbow before landing on his ass

-but he gets up impressively fast when he sees ted making his way to the door and hurdles himself after him, hot on his heels

-but he wasn’t fast enough, his eyes going wider when he sees ted’s hand turning the knob

“Wait-”

-but before he can continue to plead, ted is swinging the door open

-silence falls over the dorm once more when ted opens the door

-finding you standing in the hallway

-dressed in a pair of snoopy pajama pants and your team jacket, having just thrown it on over your jammas after rolling out of bed and leaving

-you give the tall stranger in front of you a weird look as he just stares down at you before glancing back to where schlatt was standing closely behind him, looking a little exasperated

-why do his friends always do odd shit like this??

“Uh, Hey.” you try to break the silence

-ted doesn’t respond, only slowly turning his head back to schlatt with a shit eating grin that has his ears turning red

“Just ignore him” Schlatt pleaded

-you only raise your brows, eyes darting between the two men in front of you,

“Right. So are you gonna let me in? Or…”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” ted secedes, stepping out of the way to let you walk in,

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the name, I’m Ted.” he introduces himself with a grin, holding a hand out for you to shake

-you take it, giving it a firm shake as you awkwardly laugh,

“Haha…. what?”

-you’re about to make a comment about how weird the whole interaction has been, but stop when you hear quiet hissing and rustling fabric behind you

-you glance over your shoulder and barely catch schlatt aggressively mouthing something at his roommate before he realizes you’re looking at him and gives you an awkward smile

-your attention is brought back to Ted when he releases your hand,

“Well, I was just about to head out, you kids have fun!” he chirps, before walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind him without another word

-you and schlatt are left in silence for a moment,

“... He didn’t put any shoes on.”

“That’s his problem.”

“That’s foul.”

-you take a moment to briefly glance around, grimacing a bit when you realize just how much nicer the student athlete housing is in comparison

“Damn ma, you live like this?”

-he can’t help but let a laugh slip,

“Welcome to gen pop.”

“Is it legal for them to have you guys in here without heat??” you asked, briskly rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm up after your cold walk to a colder apartment

“No, uhh… the windows are open.”

-both of you turn to look at the aforementioned windows as another cold gust of wind blew in

“Why?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

-you laugh before kicking off your shoes and taking off your jacket before making your way further inside

-you make yourself at home, flopping onto the common room couch

-schlatt follows after you, remaining standing and looking down at you as get comfortable

-gulping when your t-shirt rides up and exposes a sliver your midriff as you lazily slouch

“So you invite me over to freeze and do math? That’s fucked.”

-he chuckles, shaking his head and doing one last scan of the apartment to make sure any embarrassing items are put away and out of sight

-you say something else as he does, but he doesn’t process it

-instead, his eyes are firmly locked on the awful anime poster he and ted ironically put on display on the back wall

-paling when he sees the grotesquely large breasts hanging off of the small anime girl on the poster

-you frown when you see him staring straight over your head, face pale and eyes wide, like he had just seen a ghost,

“Dude, what is your problem?” you ask, moving to turn to see what he was looking at, but pausing when he speaks again

“Weshouldgotomyroom”

-he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, desperate to keep your attention away from the humiliating poster

-he KNOWS you would tear him to shreds for it, and he's not mentally prepared for that

-part of him wants to breathe a sigh of relief when you turn back to fully face him, leveling him with a confused look,

“What?”

-you watch him flounder for a moment

-trying to direct you to his room, away from any chances of seeing the poster, without being suspicious

-any thoughts of anything vaguely suggestive had been completely cleared from his head, solely focused on the task at hand

-but you frown, cocking your head as you look up at him and try to figure out what he’s up to

-because it’s obvious that something has him antsy

“You…” you start slowly, “Want me… to go to your room?” you ask to confirm

-just to make sure

-bc not to be a horndog but like,,, why else would he be rushing you to his room after kicking his roommate out?

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be uhhh,, less cold in there.”

-he wonders if he’d been caught when your brows briefly raise

-but you follow it with a shrug

“Alright, lead the way.”

-you laugh, a little confused when he comes over and grabs your forearm to drag you off the couch,

“This is new” you simper, and go to look at him over your shoulder once you’re standing,

-but he puts a hand on the small of your back and gives you a rough shove before you get the chance to see the poster, sending you stumbling a bit

“Jesus, I’m going!”

-you walk up to what you’d assumed was his door, and you were about to turn and ask to make sure it was the right one

-but he reaches past you, briefly trapping you between his broad chest and the door, before turning the knob himself and pushing it open, allowing you to walk in ahead of him

-you awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, waiting for him to do something

-you watch as he makes his way over to his desk and comfortably leans back on it, crossing his arms over his chest

-observing you observing him

-something in his chest warms at the sight of you in his space, a small smile spreading across his lips

-you feel your cheeks warm under his gaze and look away, trying to find something to take your attention off of him

-because the longer you look at him the more you feel like you need to be chained to a tree like a goddamn werewolf

-he looks stupidly good for just being in sweatpants and an old tshirt

-the tendons of his forearms flexing where they’re crossed over his chest

-you can see a glimpse of the meat of his upper thigh pressed tightly against the fabric of his sweats with how he’s splaying them on the desk

-with that stupid little smile of his, some of his gorgeous curls falling over his falling over his forehead

-you wipe your palms over the fabric of your pants, hoping to quell the itch to reach out and touch but it doesn’t do much help

-you cough into your fist before matching his stance, crossing your arms as you make it a point to look around

-taking in the variety of band posters and trinkets he has laying about

“‘S cute in here.” you mumble, daring a glance back at him

-and it was a goddamn mistake

-you watch as his small smile curls into something cockier as he slightly tilts his head to the side

-maybe something about you being in his territory has him feeling a little more confidence in himself

-it has you swallowing thickly as he shamelessly eyes you before they slowly trail back up to meet your own

-it may also have something to do with how good he looks

-or how you haven’t gotten any in weeks

-or the cocky lilt to his voice when he speaks

“Yeah?”

-and that’s all it takes to finally crumble your resolve

-before he even has the time to process what’s happening, you’re storming towards him

-he’s looking at you with wide eyes as you plant your hands on the desk behind him, trapping him there as you bully your way between his thighs before crashing your mouth into his hard enough that your teeth clack

-he can’t do much more than groan into it and reach a hand up to squeeze your waist

-sighing as your tongue slips between his lips and one of your hands shifts to grab the underside of his thigh and drag him closer to the edge of the desk

-he gasps when the other comes up to cup the side of his face before slipping behind his neck and knotting into the hair at the base of his skull, roughly tugging his head back to press a trail of wet kisses down the column of his throat

-he brings one of his own hands up to bury itself in your hair as he tilts his head back to grant you more access

-releasing a startled moan when you sharply nip at the soft skin when he gives your own hair an experimental tug

-when he feels your hand begin to snake its way further up his thigh he’s pulling back a bit,

“Hey, wait-” he tries, using his hand in your hair to pull you away from his neck, groaning when you surge forward for another kiss that he forces himself to pull out of,

-whimpering when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it with a pop

“What?” you snap impatiently, but it’s awfully hard to take you seriously with your glazed eyes and swollen, spit slick lips

“T-The deal,” he struggles to get it out, chest heaving as he tries to pull himself back together, “What about the deal?”

-anxiety twinges in his chest when you look at him like he’s stupid,

“Your deal?” you correct, clicking your tongue when he gives you a demure nod

“I could not care any less about that stupid fuckin’ thing.” you grumble before trying to lean back in for more

-you glance back up to his face when he shifts to bring a hand up to your shoulder to stop you, frowning when you see his smug grin

“You do realize that this means I win, right?”

-you only scowl,

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

-he laughs, bringing both of his hands to grab your hips to try and pull you close again,

“‘M sorry, c’mere” he murmurs, grinning when he sees a smile begin to spread across your lips

-despite you rolling your eyes as you allow him to drag you towards him

-this kiss is far less frantic, both of you smiling and sighing into it as his arms come to wrap around your waist, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his face

-you grumble indignantly when you feel him pulling away again, frowning when you feel him unwrap his arms from around you

-but you quit your whining when he uses the newly freed space to stand to his full height before leaning back down to plant another grossly wet kiss on your forehead and squeezing you to his chest in a tight bear hug

-both of you devolve into giggles as he attempts to shuffle towards his bed, struggling as you go limp in his arms to make his life difficult, along with attempting to weave through the laundry he had lying on the floor

-when you finally reach the twin xl, he releases you from his grasp,

-moving his hands to grab the underside of your thighs and hoisting you onto the bed before climbing up after you

-once he’s up there, you make quick work of straddling him, releasing a self satisfied hum once you’re comfortably perched in his lap

-you smile when you see him looking up at you, a little star struck as he takes you in

-blushing when he continues to shamelessly stare as you glare at him

“Dude, what is your problem?”

“You are so fucking hot.” he breathes without missing a beat

-you only nod with a shy smile, a little awkward

“Uh, Thanks.”

-he laughs before leaning forward for another kiss, and you’re happy to indulge him

-surging forward so that he can feel your chest pressed against his own and reaching one of your hands to bury itself back in his hair

-the other makes to grab one of his wrists, guiding his hand to your lower back

-happily sighing when he takes the hint and grabs a firm handful of your ass with a groan

-it isn’t long until the his free hand slipped under your shirt

-sighing into your mouth when he feels the strong muscles of your back shift under smooth skin as you grind into his lap

-you hum against his lips and grin into the kiss before pulling back, catching your breath with a toothy smile before reaching down to pull your shirt over your head

-you eagerly lean back in for more, glaring when he stops you with a hand to your waist

-he curses under his breath, and you feel him shift under you so he could lean back to get a better view of you

“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, running a hand up from where it hand gone to rest on your hip back up to your waist, grabbing it hard enough to bruise, strong fingers pressing into the firm muscle there

-You laugh, slightly abashed at how openly he was admiring you

-but you don’t let it stop you from taking his wrist and using it to guide his hand to paw at your chest

-gasping when he shifts forward to press his mouth to the newly exposed skin, grinning at your quiet laughter as his facial hair rubs against you

-your moan harmonizes with his as he sinks his teeth into the meat of your shoulder before pulling back to admire his handiwork

-frowning when he sees that not too far from the angry red indents his teeth had left

-were very faint red marks that dragged all the way down to your lower traps

-he quickly pulls back and gives you a bewildered look, eyes wide

-your eyes get just as wide, if not bigger as you scramble to defend yourself

-having already known what the hold up was

“Hold on- Those are mad old, on my mother’s soul.”

“Don’t bring your mother into this,” he scolds before leaning back and looking at your other shoulder, finding similar markings there,

“How old?” he asked cautiously

“Pre-comeback,” you promise, “And she was fucking crazy.”

he raises an entertained brow as he looks down at you, “Good crazy or bad crazy?”

-you paused, taking a moment to hum thoughtfully before answering,

“A little bit of both?”

-he pulled away for a moment to narrow his eyes at you before grumbling a quick “‘s fine.” before resuming his assault on your neck and shoulders

-you laughed a little as you felt him sucking and biting new marks of his own into your skin to quell the jealousy churning in his stomach

-it wasn’t long before he was trying to slip his hand down the front of your pants, coming to a sharp stop when he hears you speak

“Wait-”

-he frowns when you grab his wrist, stopping him

-he looks up to gage your expression, releasing the breath he had been holding when he sees you eagerly looking down at him

“Can I take your pants off?”

-he takes his hands off of you, instead opting to recline back onto the bed and folding his hands behind where his head now rests on his pillow

-you gasp when you feel his bulge press against you as his hips shift while he readjusts,

-face reaching a quite frankly humiliating temp when you see his stupid cocky grin

“I thought you’d never ask,”

-you scowl as you crawl off of him, moving back to kneel between his legs

“Don’t do that again.”

-he goes BRIGHT fucking red when you move to grab him underneath both of his knees and momentarily push them up, making quick work of effortlessly removing his pants for him before tossing them somewhere random in the room

“The basket was right there.” he scolds you, a desperate attempt to regain some of his dignity

“Shut up.”

-he goes to argue, make a comment about how bossy you’re being,

-but his mouth snaps shut as you move to comfortably kneel on your haunches, muscles of your thighs bulging with the new position

-you set him down on your lap, his ass planted firmly between your strong thighs with his legs hanging over your hips

-he gasps as you hum, running your hand from where it rested on top of his thigh up to the hem of his shirt, toying with it a moment before moving to pushing it up under his chin, exposing his chest

-his face somehow gets more red, and he resists the urge to bring his hands up to cover himself like some blushing virgin

-you let out another hum as you run your hands up and down his sides before bringing them to rest on his hips

-he bites back a whimper when he feels your one of your hands move down to paw at his bulge, cooing at the small dark spot where pre had leaked through his boxers

“This wet from a little kissing, baby?” you mock with a little laugh

-your head snaps up, brows raised toward your hairline when you hear him release a barking laugh followed followed with a

“What the fuck?”

-he can’t help but let it get away from him, devolving into a fit of laughter as he brings his hands to cover his face,

“Oh my god, what the fuck?”

-you laugh a bit as well, bringing your hands away from his crotch to rest near his knees, thumb running over the soft hair there

“What?” you urge

“Nothing, nothing,” he laughs, struggling to catch his breath, “Jus haven’t really done…” he pauses to motion to where he was splayed in your lap “this before”

-your eyes go wide and you take your hands off his knees like the skin had burned you

“Fuck, you’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Do I look like a virgin to you?”

-he scowls when you don’t answer

“Fuck off. ‘m not a fuckin virgin.”

“Sounds like something a virgin would say.” you tease, laughing when he glares at you, “Sorry, sorry. I think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, I just uh,, never been on this end before, I guess.” he admits

“Mhm,” you hum understandingly, hand coming to absentmindedly pet along the outside of his thigh as you observe him, “Do you like it?”

-he blushes, anxiously shifting his hips where they rest in your lap, dick straining against his boxers as the dark spot gradually grows larger

“I think I do…” he admits, a little shy

-you hum again, hand rubbing a little further up his thigh as your eyes rove over his body, stopping to meet his sheepish gaze,

“I think you do, too”

- he feels his brain go gooey as your lips curl into a predatory smile as you move both of your hands to grab at his squirming hips

“I think you like it a lot.” you look back up at him through your lashes

“‘S a shame I thought you would’ve put up more of a fight, didn’t think to bring my fuckin strap.” you grumbled

-you gave him another confused look when he scrambled to pull himself out of your lap, eyes wider now

“Hold the fuck up- Your what?”

-you look at him like he’s an idiot before speaking again,

“I- What? My strap, what do you think this is?”

“I definitely didn’t wake up this morning thinking I’d be getting fucking pegged!”

“I mean, I didn’t think I’d touch a dick today but you don’t hear me complaining.”

“Oh, fuck you.” he scoffs,

-you run a frustrated hand through your hair, angrily throwing your other hand in the air,

“If you’d fucking let me.”

-he lets out a disbelieving laugh as you frown at him

“Well, what now?” you ask impatiently

“What’re you talking about?”

“I don’t really know what else you want me to do, so…”

-schlatt gapes at you for a moment, hands flailing as he struggles to pull his thoughts together

“I- You- I thought we were fucking?”

“Fucking how?” you snap

“I thought I was gonna fuck you, dipshit.”

-he bites back a laugh when he sees you malfunction for a moment, mouth falling open and snapping shut a few times as your cheeks heat up

“Is that okay?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice

“... I guess I can work with that, “ you start, “Hold on, here-”

-you move to tug him back from where he had scrambled back on the bed so that he was once again sitting with his legs splayed out, and you moved to sit back between his legs

-one of your hands reaches for the band of his boxers, you glance up at him for assurance, continuing when he gives you a short nod

-he pretends not to be offended when you flinch back after his cock springs out of his boxers when you pull them down,

-cooing as it twitches and drools more pre onto the skin below his belly button as you delicately run your finger from the base to the tip

“You have a condom?” you asked, looking up at him

“You don’t have one?” he asked a little incredulously

“Not ‘round here, partner.”

-he dramatically sighed as he stretched to rifle through his bedside cabinet, tossing the condom he had thankfully stolen from the front desk of the health office the other day at yoy

-you catch it with ease

-bringing it to your mouth to tear the packaging open with your teeth before delicately taking the latex ring out of the packaging, looking at it curiously

-he sucks in a sharp breath when your free hand comes to grab the base of his cock a little firmer than he would have expected, watching the cogs in your brain turn as you intensely stare at it

“All good?” he asks

“Yeah, just don’t look at me,” you request with a laugh, which he returns until he sees your face drop and you look at him expectantly,

“Oh, uh, okay..?” he says, a little confused, but willing to tilt his head back to the ceiling

-throwing an arm over his eyes when the urge to look grows too strong for him to resist

-he’s gasping, his hips jumping as he feels you fiddle with the condom on his sensitive tip, growing antsy the longer you seemed to just be fucking around

-he sits up with a shout when something, he doesn’t even fucking know what, pulls painfully,

“Jesus!” He snaps, “The fuck’re you doing down there?”

-he glares when you laugh a little, holding your hands up in defeat as you look at him with a guilty smile, like you were caught in an act,

“My bad, man” you laugh a little,

“Kinda used to, uh… working with a different set ‘a parts, here.” you admit

“Hold on-” he starts, quickly sitting back up to look at you with wide eyes,

“What?” his eyes dart from where your hand is still wrapped around him, to your other hand that’s holding the now slightly unraveled condom, then back to you

-his brows furrowing, a little concerned

“Is this… not kind of a big deal?” he asks, a little unsure

-you narrow your eyes at him, lips twitching into a wry smile,

“Don’t flatter yourself. Jus’ put the condom on, big guy.”

-he laughs and thoughtlessly does as you say

-brain mushy as looks up at you as you move to straddle him again,

-eyes going a little wide when you reach back and wrap your hand around his length and moving to align yourself with the tip

“WOAH- Alright- Slow your roll there, no prep is fucking crazy. Especially if it’s your first-”

-he’s cut off by a short moan being punched out of him as he feels his tip just barely breach your impossibly tight heat, it taking every ounce of his willpower to keep his hips from jumping up

“Ffuuck-” he whined, throwing his head back and thickly swallowing, hands shooting up to dig his fingers into your sides hard enough to bruise as he tries to keep you from sinking down any further

-his grip doesn’t do much to stop you, ignoring his gasping as you struggled to sink lower, hissing at the stretch, thighs trembling with the effort of hovering over him

“Hold on, I need to- Fucking- Ah-!”

-you whimpered, leaning forward to plant one of your hands on his chest for leverage, essentially pinning him down in the process

-he gapes up at where you hover over him, cheeks flushed and brows pinched together, mouth dropping open with a silent moan as you clenched around him

“Fuck, please-” he pleaded, no longer concerned with preserving his pride as he whined, his voice raising gradually raising in pitch the more desperate he became

“You need to get off, please, fuck, I-”

-he’s cut off by your own whiney voice,

“Fuck- Please, please, Jay,” you mewled, gritting your teeth as you struggled to take more, “Want it to hurt- fuck-”

-that damn near did the man in

-he’s left with no other choice but to use his grip on your waist to tear you off of his lap, ignoring your yelp as he suddenly slips out of you

-he took advantage of your brief moment of discombobulation, taking the chance to flip the two of you so that he was hovering over you, putting you in a similar position to the one you’d had him in earlier

-though now he was was caging you below him, hands firmly planted by the sides of your head so that all of your senses were completely overtaken by him

-his cheeks are flushed and he's glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair going a bit curlier, a few strands sticking to his forehead

-and he is fucking glaring at you, chest heaving as he struggles to even his breathing back out

“You-” he panted, “Are a real piece of fucking work, you know that?”

-you grinned, breathlessly laughing up at him

-but it’s quickly cut off when one of his large hands darts up to roughly grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks to forcibly silence you

-making it a point to shake you a little bit, just because he could

“I’m not fucking laughing,” he gritted, leaning down so that face was close enough to yours that you could feel the puffs of his breath on your cheeks

“You’ve done nothing but give me fuckin problems, y’know that? I should fuckin’ kick you out and make you wait the last four days.”

-he falters when you let out a keening moan, looking up at him with bleary eyes as you press your thighs together

-he exhales through his nose, still glowering as he gives your face another shake,

“Lucky you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs lowly, leaning down to plant a hard kiss on your forcibly pouted lips before releasing your face

“Now, ‘m gonna stretch you out, and you’re gonna fuckin like it,” he explains, before grabbing the base of his cock and teasingly tapping it against your mound a couple of times, grinning when your hips cant up,

“and then you’ll get what you want. That sound good, sweetheart?”

-his lips spread into another grin when you quietly whine, dumbly nodding up at him

“Yeah, ‘s what I fuckin thought.” he huffed cockily

-any concerns you’d previously had with the… competence of his dexterity were quickly blown out the window the second he brought a hand down, swiping his fingers through your slit

-your eyes go wide and you flush when he brings his fingers to his mouth with a groan, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he sucked the slick off of his fingers before dipping his hand back down for more

-running his fingers through your folds again, coming to swirl around your sensitive nub for a moment before gliding back down to circle your hole

-grinning when your hips jump and you bring your head up to watch as he touches you

-you release a guttural moan when he dips one of his fingers into you, throwing your head back as it curls inside of you, twitching as it presses up against your gummy walls

“Hands’re so fucking big, Jay, fuck-” you whine as he bullies another into you, releasing a hard exhale as he feels your stupidily wet heat squeeze around him

“So fucking sensitive, baby,” he coos as you convulse around his knobby fingers, “Wha’sa matter, those girls not taking care of you? hm?”

-he only laughs as you whine up at him, free hand firmly planting itself on your lower stomach to keep you from bucking away as the sensation grows more intense

-he makes quick work of making you come undone, you being brought to the brink of an orgasm embarrassingly quickly as he worked you like a goddamn fiddle

-he moans with you, dick twitching where it lays against you as he feels you gush around his fingers, groaning when your trembling thighs clench around his hand, trapping it there until you’ve ridden out your high

-you go a little limp once the aftershocks finally leave you, humming when you feel schlatt press his weight on top of you as he descends to plant a few kisses on your chest and up your neck

“You here with me, sweetheart?” he asks, lightly tapping the side of your face as your eyes roll back to the front of your skull

“Mmmh, ‘m here.” you mumble, squishing your cheek into the palm of his hand when it comes to rest on your face

-looking up at him with a dopey smile that he returns with a grin of his own

“You alright?” he asks, grinning when you respond with a noncommittal hum

“You think you’re ready for more?”

-now that gets your attention

-he chuckles when you surge forward fast enough that your heads almost knock together

“Can I get back on top?” you ask eagerly, seemingly to suddenly regain sentience

“I don’t know, are you gonna act right?”

“Probably not.”

“Fair enough,” he laughs, but still moves to settle back on his back beneath you as you perch yourself in his lap once more

-he hisses as you use a hand to realign him with yourself,

“Slow, baby, please” he pleads as you run the tip through your folds, enamored with how pretty the head glistened with your slick

-you only hummed, looking up at him as you fixed to sink down onto him once more, slowly, like he had asked

-taking time to enjoy the significantly less painful stretch this time, mouth dropping open and forming a little ‘o’ as you watched schlatt throw his head back with a strained moan

-he forced himself to bring his head back up to watch as you took all of him, cursing when your ass finally meets the top of his thighs and you take a moment to adjust

-you let out a shaky moan once he’s fully seated inside you, hands shooting to grab onto his shoulders the moment he shifts to sit up, big hands coming to rest on your hips as you adjusted to the intrusion

-he let out a pleased hum as you used your grip on his shoulders to pull him in for a needy kiss, whining into his mouth as you shifted to slowly drag your hips up before sinking back down

-it goes like this for a few minutes, sighing into each other as you both basked in the feeling of being connected

-but it wasn’t long until you were gently pushing him back down and planting your hands on his chest to pin him to the mattress once more, looking down at him with an eager grin

“Y’ ready?”

-he smirks up at you, awfully cocky for somebody pinned to the bed,

“Been waitin’ on you.”

“Fuck off.”

-he goes to make another snarky comment, but is cut off by his own sharp gasp when you begin to try and find a rhythm, hands shooting up to your waist in a death grip as you bounce on him

-his grip loosens when you slow down, finding a comfortable pace that his him throwing his head back and groaning, struggling to bring it back up so he could watch you ride him, unwilling to miss the view

-you were lost in your own world on top of him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, head thrown back as your muscles shift and flex with the exertion

-yelping and leaning forward to hover over him when his hips buck up to meet your ass, and he moans at the sight of you

“Fuck, baby” he gritted, “Take it so fucking good, fuck”

-he grinned at your keening moan when he began to piston his hips up into yours, you fall forward to plant your face in the crook of his neck, panting and mouthing at the skin there as your hips stop, allowing him to take over for a moment

-he laughed breathlessly as you moaned into his ear,

“That good?” he teased, mewling when you sink your teeth into the column of his throat, growing needy at the sensation

-his hands moved from your waist to your hips, digging his fingers into the meat there as he attempted to drag you up and down his length

“C’mon doll, ride it- please-”

-he watches as you sit back up on top of him, grinning wolfishly down at him with flushed cheeks before once again finding your rhythm, moans punched out of you each time he meets one of your thrusts

-he clicks his tongue disapprovingly when he sees you bring one of your hands down to toy with your clit as you bounce on him, making quick work of roughly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away so that he could do it himself, groaning when he feels you squeeze him hard enough that he was worried he might pop

-it was a race to the end from that point on, fucking each other stupid as both of you try to make the other finish first

-schlatt is the first to break, cumming with a long, low groan and a thrust up into you hard enough that it almost knocks you off balance

-you stop for a moment to watch him ride it out, mouth dropping into in ‘o’ as his brows pinch up together, back arching as his hands hold you still on top of him with a bruising grip

-however, his low moans pitch up into something higher and whinier as you start bouncing again, abusing his poor spent cock :(

-but it’s not long until you’re following his lead, lurching forward to sink your teeth into his neck to muffle your moan as your walls spasm around him, cock twitching and managing another weak spurt of seed as he whimpers

-both of you lay there for a moment, panting into each other’s skin as you both try to recover

-you hum and melt into him when his arms come up to wrap around you, squishing you to his chest as he sighs

“Y’good?”

-you don’t respond immediately, turning your head so you can look up at him from where your cheek is smushed to his chest “Mhm,”

-he groans when you plant a hand on his face and use it to push yourself back into an upright position, laughing when he nips at your fingers,

“Can you pull out, though? I can feel it getting soft,” you say with a grimace

“Fucking- Don’t make that face??” he laughs a bit at your slightly sour expression, “And you’re literally on top of me.”

“Oh, right,” you laugh, moving to get off of him, gasping when he slips out of you

-you stay seated on his thighs, watching with interest as he peels the condom off of him and ties it off, laughing when you lean forward and look at it, your nose scrunching,

“Eugh,”

-he rolls his eyes at the childish sound,

“Didn’t seem grossed out when you were bouncin’ on it.” he grumbled, smirking when he sees your cheeks go red again

-you remain perched on his lap for a moment, unsure of what to do with yourself

-but he doesn’t leave you up there long, reaching up to grab your upper arm and drag you down beside him, smushing the two together on the twin xl

-you watch as he closes his eyes for a moment as he comfortably rests his head on his pillow, hair a mess, flushed cheeks, bruised neck

-he peaks an eye open when he feels you staring,

“The fuck is your problem?”

-you only hum, eyes soft as they take in his features, bringing up a hand to brush some of the hair off of his forehead,

“‘M just lookin,” you mumble, grinning when his cheeks flush and he swatted his hand away,

“Would you quit it? Shit’s freaking me out.”

“You’re freaked out? I just touched a dick for the first time and you’re freaked out?” you ask with a laugh, cheeks hurting as you watch his lips spread into a grin as well,

“Sounds like a you problem, toots.” he laughed, yelping a bit when you reached out to twist of some the hair on his chest, “Took it like a champ, though.”

“I sure as sure as shit did.” you say cockily, looking up at him with a toothy grin, “You’re next.”

-he pulls back to look at you, furrowing his brow at the vaguely threatening statement,

“What?”

-you only release a content sigh as you snuggle closer to him, comfortably closing your eyes once you’ve settled

“When I bring this season home, I’m taking my victory lap inside of you.”

-he only laughs, not taking you seriously as he drags you closer and plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

-he pales when your eyes snap back open, looking at him intensely for a moment for sleepily drooping shut again,

“Jus’ wait.”

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-a few hours later, you wake up from your nap discombobulated, phone being blown up by your roommate, who was worried you’d died after not coming home from what was supposed to be a two hour tutoring session

-schlatt grumbles when you sit up, blearily reaching out to try and pull you back down, whining when you swat his hands away,

“Where’re you goin?”

-you sigh, turning off your phone and carding a hand through his hair,

“I gotta go,” you murmur, a small smile stretching across your lips when he presses his face into the side of your thigh,

“Nooooo,”

-you allow him to cling to you for a moment before gently removing his hands from you and moving to climb off the bed,

“Claire’s separation anxiety is kicking, gotta get back before she has an aneurysm.” you explain as you gather your clothes off the floor

-he sits up to watch you move around the room, grinning when he sees you grab the sweatshirt hanging over the back of his chair and pull it over your head, leaving your own on the floor

-his raises a brow when he sees you grab his pair of pre-cum soiled boxers off the ground and shove them into the pocket of your sweats,

“‘M taking these.”

“You’re fucking sick” he laughs, cheeks going bright red when you grin and make your way back to where he’s sitting in bed

“Mhm,” you hum, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly gives you, quick to grab the side of your face to pull you in deeper, tilting his head for a better angle when he slips his tongue into your mouth

-you sigh before pulling back, rolling your eyes at his petulant grumble

“I’m going now.”

“Fine.”

-but he can’t maintain his pout when you lean in and give him one more chaste kiss, quickly pulling back before he gets any more ideas,

“I’ll see you around, ‘kay?”

-he only hums, dragging his hand down your arm as you pull away,

“Seeya.”

-he flops back into his bed when he hears his door clicked closed, sighing before pulling out his phone to give ted the okay to come back

-you walk past him lounging in a common area on his way out, biting back a grimace at the sight of his bare feet on the communal couch and sending him a polite wave

-his brows shoot up when he takes in your quite frankly inappropriate appearance

-hair mussed, swollen lips, bruised neck and donning a sweatshirt that he knew belonged to his roommate

“Learn anything new?” he asked teasingly

-you only grin as you continue to walk past,

“You have no idea.”

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That’s it guys. Sorry she took so long, was on my prophetic bullshit last night

also if you’re a podcasting white man who reached the end of this, GET BACK 🤺

i’d like to make it clear that this is more of a fantasy projected onto a random face on the internet, it just happened to be jschlatt. OOPS

alr have a good one and thanks for reading

later.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt smut #hockey!gf #freakybap

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gwyngraves · 2 months

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happy tranniversary to me ♡

just seems like another day at this point years in, but good to acknowledge and remember nonetheless! hard to believe it's been so long already ...

I'm gonna be streaming this afternoon around 2:30pm PST! gonna be playing more MegaMan Battle Network 1. if you stop in to help me celebrate I'll blow u a kiss ♡

#lgbt #transgender #transgirl #gal gabs #tranniversary #selfie

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reidbae · 11 months

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DAY 30: Scream — costumes w/dom!spencer reid & dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 2

summary: After vaguely mentioning your attraction to the Scream character, Ghostface, your two boyfriends decide to dress as him for Halloween. And, needless to say, they aren't afraid to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby, love, doll [sry i went crazy]), reader is fairly shy, spencer is more soft!dom and hotch is more rough/hard!dom, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, loads of degradation and a lot of praise, hair pulling, blowjob, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this <3), choking, teasing, small implication of hotch being a little older than reader, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.5k

a/n: this took me so long PLSSS and i'm not even that crazy about it, but i think i will be posting the second part of this for halloween tmr so i hope that will be better <3 i hope y'all enjoy and have a good halloween tmr/had a good halloweekend!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were walking through the doors of the the bullpen of the BAU, large bags of candy in your hand as you waved hello to various coworkers of yours.

The BAU, thanks to Derek Morgan, was having a Halloween party to celebrate the spooky holiday. Work had ended a few hours ago at this point, so everyone had finished most of their case files and papers of the like.

To your surprise, a lot of your coworkers were here, and a lot of them were dressed up. It was surprising to see, considering that it was a Tuesday, but it wasn’t an issue, really. As for yourself, you were dressed up as a princess this year.

Well, kind of.

You didn’t feel like going out to get a Halloween costume, so you decided to wear a dress and heels, some jewelry, and call it a day.

“Hey, Y/N. Cute fit,” Derek teased you the second you reached your desk, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. You smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled back to look him up and down, observing his simple attire, that looked very similar to the henley and jeans combo that he wore on a daily basis. “Thanks, Derek. And what are you supposed to be?” you smiled..

“I’m me, obviously. Can’t get much better than that,” Derek chuckled, taking a sip from the glass that he was holding. You shook your head, giggling.

“Of course,” you said. “Um, where’s Hotch? A- And Spencer?” you then asked Derek, curious as to why you had yet to see the two of them.

It had been common knowledge among your team that you, Aaron, and Spencer all had something going on, but none of you had ever specified what that was.

It would be a simple answer, but you never felt the need to explain your business nonetheless. Aaron and Spencer were both your boyfriends, and while not romantically involved with each other, they were incredibly enamored with you.

So when you noticed neither of them were there, you felt not only concerned, but also suspicious.

“They just went up to Hotch’s office, I think,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.

You nodded, setting the bags of candy that you had down on your desk before saying, “Thanks, Derek.”

The blinds in Aaron’s office were shut as you approached it, causing you to raise even more of an eyebrow.

What the hell were the two of them up to?

Throughout the week hat Derek had been raving about this party, Aaron and Spencer had refused to tell you who they were dressing up as, or if they were even dressed up at all. You figured the two men would want to confide in you about their costume choices, but apparently, your help wasn't required.

Which only made you more sure that the two of them had something up their sleeve.

You knocked on the office door and put your ear to it, wondering if you could hear the two of them talking. You found that you could, but all of their dialogue was inaudible. Sighing, you decided to just open the door, let yourself in, and see what they were up to.

You turned the knob and pushed open the door. The view you were met with was one of Aaron and Spencer stood next to Aaron’s desk. Aaron had his arms crossed, and there looked to be a mask of some sort in his hand.

And from what you could see, Spencer was holding the very same mask.

The two men’s eyes met yours when you walked inside of the room, and their appearances sent a quick rush of butterflies to your abdomen.

Spencer was in a white button-up, black vest and tie, along with black slacks and belt. Aaron was wearing the same attire, except he was only wearing a collared shirt, slacks, and belt. While you were unable to tell who the two of them were supposed to be just yet, you grew nervous nonetheless.

They had to be doing this on purpose.

“Hey, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, taking a second to look you up and down and turn his body to face you. “You look amazing in that dress.”

You smiled shyly over at Spencer, a cheesy smile across your face. “Thank you. Um, so—What are you guys supposed to be? You—You never told me,” you didn't fail to remind them, crossing your arms.

“Oh, well…” Spencer 's voice trailed off, gazing over at Aaron and beckoning for him to say something.

Aaron cleared his throat and held up the mask he was holding so you could get a better view of what it was, smiling. “We’re not really resembling the original, but this is what we came up with.”

Aaron was showing you a mask that made your heart flutter; It was a Ghostface mask, the mask of a killer from a franchise of horror movies that you thoroughly enjoyed.

A killed that, despite your role as an FBI profiler, found very attractive.

You remembered vaguely saying a word or two about the masked man when the three of you sat down to watch Halloween movies a week or so ago. You made a brief, dismissible joke about the killer being attractive, and how you wouldn’t be afraid of getting injured if either Aaron or Spencer was wearing the mask.

Needless to say, though that wasn’t really true. Your pulse was going like crazy, and it was no doubt because of the nervousness that you were feeling.

You seemed to short circuit as you stood there, your eyes widening in response to the two men's choice of attire. Finally, when you didn’t speak up, Spencer smirked at you and asked, “Something wrong, love?”

You shook your head a little too quickly, looking down at the floor. “No, n- no!” you defended, giving a heavy sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. Um—You guys look—Really good," you barely managed to get out.

“Do you want to see them on?” Aaron asked as he smirked at you, holding his mask up as he spoke in reference to it.

If your pulse was high before, it was through the roof now.

“Um, su- sure?” you said a little anxiously, finding yourself annoyed at the fact that all words were failing you all because of a mask.

But, God, you couldn’t help it.

The two men gave each other a knowing smirk, one that you couldn't miss, before putting the masks on their faces and securing them in place. They both turned to look at you, waiting for some sort of answer from you.

But, unlike they were probably expecting, your response was physical, not verbal.

You were damn near weak in the knees at the view before you, your face, neck, and ears all growing warmer by the second. They could probably assume your look was one of unease, if it weren’t for the fact that they knew you, and they knew what you were feeling.

“Wow, you look—Good. Um, great, even,” you stuttered out, rubbing the back of your neck in a nervous manner. Before you could even think it through, your next words were gushing from your lips. “I’m going back to the party now,” you said in a muddled rush.

You were squealing as you walked out of the room, blushing as you replayed the scene of your two masked boyfriends in your head. You could hear Aaron and Spencer laughing as you left the room in a hurry.

You knew they liked to tease you, but, damn, really? You didn't think they would do this, of all the things.

They just didn’t have a care in the world about making you feel this way.

And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d be a mess by the end of this party.

—

You were sitting in an abandoned office in the BAU, doing your best to relax and calm yourself down with the way the last hour had just enfolded.

Your boyfriends were dicks. Assholes. Whatever you wanted to call them, that's just what they were,

They’d been walking around the place for the last hour like they owned it, knowing just what they were doing to you as they did.

You both hated and loved how grand of an effect such a simple action, such a simple costume could have on you, all because it was them who were doing it, and them who were wearing it.

You ran your hands through your hair as you stood in the room, trying to slow down the pace of your breath.

And trying to ignore the needy feeling between your legs.

Just then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump out of your own head to pay attention to it.

And, of course, who could it be but the two men on your mind?

“Y/N, honey? Are you in here?” a calm male voice called out for you, opening the door to the office you were in.

Spencer, whose mask was perched above his head, walking in, Aaron behind him. Your eyes flickered between the two of them for a second, before you spoke.

“Hi,” you said shyly, crossing your arms the same exact way that you had earlier on in the evening. “What’s up?” you asked, attempting to make your voice sound as casual as possible

“You kind of ran off there, princess. We got worried,” said Spencer, a sly smile over his face as the two of them approached you. “Everything okay?” he asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You looked down as he did so, feeling your cheeks flare up with heat. “No, yeah, I’m—Okay. You guys can go back to the party,” you muttered to them, avoiding their eyes.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriends throw that same knowing smirk at each other, the same look they'd given each other earlier, before Aaron spoke up. “Alright, stop with the shyness and spit it out, honey. What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, and then quickly looked away as you again saw his mask, which was in the same place as Spencer’s was. “Nothing. I told you guys, it’s nothing,” you said to them again, sighing.

Spencer walked up to you, his tall appearance causing a lump to form in your larynx. “Well, obviously, something's the matter, princess,” Spencer cooed, bringing his thumb to rest under your chin. Deciding to get to the root of the issue, Spencer asked, “Is it the masks, honey?”

That was when your nervous gaze finally met Spencer’s eyes, and you nodded, feeling like a little girl being forced to admit to misbehaving.

That’s sure as hell what it felt like.

Spencer smiled down at you, and looked back once at Aaron before asking, “You like them, huh?” his tone somehow caring yet coy all at once.

Again, you nodded.

“We figured you would,” smirked Aaron from behind Spencer, moving closer to you himself. “That was why we got them, really," Aaron shrugged.

“Yeah,” Spencer laughed in response, grinning at the two of you. Spencer’s eyes then softened as he looked down at you as he noiced the shyness of your demeanor. “We’re glad that worked.”

You gave a small, nervous giggle, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now.

No doubt, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be able to leave this room.

“Well, uh, we’ll be happy to put them back on for you, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “Is that something you’d like?”

Your words fell quickly from your lips as soon as the query was spoken. “Y- Yes, please,” you eagerly said to the two of them, suddenly finding a voice as soon as Spencer promised you that they’d put their masks back on.

You couldn’t dream of anything better.

“Mmhm. Just do us a favor, okay?” said Aaron lazily as he moved closer, running his fingers over your hips as Spencer backed up a little. Aaron then put his mask back on, looking down at you. "Don't scream."

Spencer followed through and put his mask back on as well, and your eyes widened at the view of your boyfriends, dressed as one of your all-time favorite horror roles. They were so, so close to you as they looked down at you.

It was a wonder you didn’t pass out on the spot.

Aaron backed you into the wall of the office as Spencer walked away to close and lock the door, leaning his arm on the wall next to you. Spencer joined the two of you seconds later, positioned next to Aaron.

You felt yourself grow weak in the knees as the two men hovered above you, closing your eyes as a fiery blush filled your cheeks. Aaron cupped your cheek, and if you could see his face, you’d be sure that he was smirking, gazing down at you as you shyly slid down the wall.

“Aw, what’s the matter, princess? What’re you so nervous for?” Aaron chuckled in a jeering tone, holding your face in a soothing manner as he smoothed his thumb under your cheek.

“Give her a break. She’s just shy,” said Spencer in response. Spencer reached his hands out to grip your hips, chuckling. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“You guys are such teases,” you murmured more to yourself than them, earning chuckles from both of them.

“We just love to play with you, honey. You’re so easy to mess with,” said Aaron, like that fact was common knowledge. “How do we look?”

You looked up at him, like that fact was common knowledge. But, “G- Good,” was the only word stuttered you could get out of your mouth without your tongue slurring the words.

“Glad you think so,” smiled Spencer, running his hands over your body.

"But we'd look better with you between us," said Aaron in a sly tone, pulling you closer, so that you were flush against his front.

You couldn’t get a word out as Aaron picked you up from the ground, walking you to the couch that was in the room. He put you down on it, and, just like he’d said, put you onto all fours, so that you were bent over for the two of them to see.

Spencer had his arms crossed as Aaron ran his hand over your back, looking down at you. “Oh, look at you, honey. Fucking adorable,” Aaron groaned. He turned back to look at Spencer. “What do you think, Reid? What should we do with her?”

Spencer chuckled behind his mask and sat down in front of you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I think our princess here needs some attention of her own. Wouldn’t you agree, angel?” Spencer cooed.

You were eager to nod, feeling your pulse quicken at Spencer’s teasing. “Y- Yes, please,” you whimpered.

Aaron obliged, moving himself behind you and grabbing your hips to keep himself steady. You could hear his belt unbuckling from behind, followed by the sound of it clattering to the ground.

Aaron lifted your dress up, and didn’t misuse even a second as he yanked down your underwear. The older man thumbed your thighs, and then your clit, causing you to let out a low mewl.

“Fuck, doll, you’re dripping. Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron laughed at you, rubbing your clit more, just to get you going.

You let out small whines and whimpers as Aaron touched you, and from what you could see, Spencer was hardening in his slacks from the sound of your moans alone.

That only made you want the two of them more.

“There you go, honey. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours,” Aaron encouraged you, moving his thumb at a quicker pace over your clit.

Spencer, eager to be engaged in some way, began to tease your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Your bra wasn’t doing all that much to stop him from doing so, and, it was then and there that you knew you were done for.

You looked back to see Aaron pulling his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, that was just as hard as Spencer’s was. He let out a low grunt as he moved his hand up and down on himself for a few seconds, readying himself for you.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s attention was fully on you, and he chuckled as he cupped your cheek again. His other hand fumbled with his belt, and he tilted his head at you, his mask being what was gazing back at you.

“You don’t mind me using that pretty mouth of yours, do you, princess?” Spencer cooed to you. You quickly shook your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Spencer whispered back to you, smoothing his thumb under your cheek.

You moaned as Aaron then suddenly, very suddenly, pushed himself inside of you from behind, slowly inching his cock inside of your cunt. Your hand almost immediately went to cover your mouth while Spencer yanked down his pants.

“Ready, angel?” Spencer cooed like nothing else was happening, like you weren’t getting fucked goddamn senseless by Aaron, even if it'd only been a couple seconds of sex thus far. Nevertheless, you nodded, and did just what Spencer asked of you.

Spencer’s size concerned you only a bit as you went down on the brunette genius, bobbing your head up and down on his dick as Aaron pounded into you from behind, and maybe you’d gag, or choke, or cough.

But it didn’t matter, just as long as you got to have them.

“Fuck, doll—You feel so fucking good,” Aaron muttered to you from behind, fucking you at a pace that should be considered illegal for how quick it was.

And how good it felt.

“Such a good girl,” Spencer whispered to you, petting and pulling your hair as a means of pulling you down more onto his dick. “You’re taking us so well, angel,” he cooed.

“Mmhm,” Aaron hummed in response. He moves both of his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbed you by it, pulling you closer to him, and thus pushing himself further into you. You let out a loud mewl in response.

Aaron covered your mouth, letting out a chuckle from behind you. “Didn’t we tell you not to scream, honey?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, pulling back from Spencer for a moment to not only speak, but to also catch your breath. “I’m—Trying.”

“Try harder,” Aaron said roughly as you reattached your lips to Spencer’s cock. “We’re the only ones who get to hear how much of a whore you are," your boyfriend shamelessly degraded you.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined for more pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the two men in front of you.

Or, well, behind you.

“Fuck, just like that, love,” Spencer groaned, not paying too much attention to what Aaron was saying. “You’re doing so good for me. So, so good," Spencer praised.

You moved your head up to get a better view of Spencer as you sucked him off. He looked so hot like this, as he did each time that you blew him.

That mask only magnified that fact.

“You should see how much of a slut you look like, honey,” Aaron chuckled. He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling your head down and guiding you as you sucked Spencer’s dick. “Fucking whore.”

Your cheeks were warm with arousal as your brain did the best it could to keep up with Aaron’s degradation, mixed in with Spencer’s praise.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as the scene unfolded before you: Aaron pounding into you from behind, you gagging around Spencer’s cock, and you knew it was going to send you to the edge so fucking quick.

And just when you believed it couldn’t get any better, you were quickly proven wrong.

Aaron, like he’d done so many times before when the two of you were having sex, used a hand to grab a hold of your neck, and squeezed down with force. You found yourself coughing at the sudden, but arousing action, causing both Aaron and Spencer to chuckle.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Aaron chuckled, administering a small slap to your ass with his free hand. “You want it harder, doll?”

You did what you could to nod, and even pulled away from Spencer’s dick again just to get the words out. “Please, I—I want more, A- Aaron.”

“You’re going to have to beg me better than that,” Aaron said cruelly, beginning to slow his pace down as well. You whimpered in response, ready to give some bratty remark back to him.

But your body needed him too much.

“No, please—Please don’t stop. I’m—I’m begging you. Please,” you whined, feeling utterly helpless to him.

“Please, what, honey?” Aaron teased you anyways, as if this couldn’t get any worse for you, as if you weren't already in the most vulnerable place you could be, begging you for his mercy.

Like you’d said earlier: You were done for.

You let out a small groan at your boyfriend’s continued teasing, but were quick to concede, sighing. “Keep going, please. A- And, harder, rougher, fuck, please," you whined aimlessly, hardly sure of the words coming out of your mouth at this point.

Aaron, knowing that when you began to become incoherent, that you were close to the edge, smirked as he obliged your needs. He began to pound back into you again, and, out of habit, you began to suck Spencer’s dick once more.

Spencer was letting out groans of his own as you sucked him off, pushing your head down as much as be could without making you gag. “Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m so close. You’re doing so good,” Spencer whispered to you, running his fingers through your hair for the millionth time as he praised you again and again. “Good girl, just like that."

Spencer moved his hand over to your back, caressing you slowly for a few seconds before moving his hand down to your clit, just as Aaron had done before. Reflexively, you whined out in pleasure.

The mix of Aaron’s cock, Spencer’s fingers, and both of their moans, was building a pleasure inside of you that you didn’t think humanly possible until now. Spencer thumbed over your clit as quickly as he could, rubbing you in fast circles as the scene before you enfolded.

“You gonna cum for us, honey? Show us how much of a whore you are?” Aaron said in a malicious tone of voice, still squeezing down on your neck. Again, you did what you could to nod.

“That’s it, baby. Go ahead,” Aaron finally encouraged.

You didn’t need much more than that.

You were climaxing in seconds upon Aaron’s command, the room smelling of sex as the three of you filled it with your moans. You could taste Spencer’s seed as ropes of it made their way into your mouth, while relishing in the pleasure of Aaron filling you with his own release at the same time.

Aaron chuckled as he pulled out of you, getting up from where he was on the couch. You whined at the sudden exit, your thighs shaking as you moved your head off of Spencer’s tip and sat up on the couch. You then pouted when you saw Spencer getting up, too.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a sad face, already feeling incredibly bare without the two of them next to you. They had never been ones to have sex without aftercare, so the fact that they were getting up was worth raising an eyebrow over.

Spencer put his thumb under your chin and finally removed his mask, just to kiss the top of your head. “Giving you some time to come back down to earth, princess. You probably need it.”

“And we’re sure you’ll need us again before the party’s over. And after the party’s over,” Aaron chuckled, removing his mask as well.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone of voice, your cheeks warm from the unneeded jeering. All you could do was cross your arms in response.

Spencer smiled down at you. “Don’t worry, princess. There’ll be more fun later on, okay? Just as long as you’re good for us. Can you be good for us, angel?” Spencer asked you genuinely.

You looked up at Spencer in a pout, but, at some point, you sighed and nodded. “Yes.”

“There’s our girl,” Spencer cooed. Then, Spencer turned to face Aaron, smirking at him. “Shall we?”

Aaron, mirroring Spencer’s expression, nodded, and the two of them walked out of the office, leaving you there to think about all that had just happened.

Your dress was ruffled, and your thighs were a messy, shaking mess in the aftermath of what had just occurred with your two boyfriends.

You wanted to hate them so bad for this. How were you supposed to go back to the party now?

It didn’t even matter. You heard what they said.

"After the party’s over…"

You couldn’t even conjure up the image of what was going to happen then.

All you knew was that it was going to be a hell of a Halloween.

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