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Being the Hand's young, second wife came with a lot of responsibilities, one of which was mellowing the frustrations of your husband.

Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, age difference/age gap, smut (piv, slight dub con, degradation kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, anal fingering, dacryphilia, sadism, praise kink) fluff I guess, typos, etc.

A/N: so i made a poll on what to write and fluff won and this is literally pwp but it has a fluffy ending (???) so it counts HAHAHAH IDK OTTO BRAIN ROT. LOBOTOMY ME IDC I HAVE TO GO TO WORK NOW BYE. A great day to be an otto fucker amirite HAHAHAH cross posted on ao3

You take in a breath the moment you reach the Hand's office. A chill runs down your spine as the night air seeps through your robe and night dress.

In truth, you figured your husband would have appreciated not being interrupted by you, though his pointed instruction otherwise, but there was another truth you answered to: that is, the ache between your legs that your fingers could not quell.

Even now, there was a heat that spread, which only intensified at the thoughts you knew would come to life the moment you knocked on your husband's office door. So you do.

"Who is it?" the deep voice snapped with as much intensity as a rabid dog.

Your belly instantly rolls. You rub is as you tighten your robe with one hand. The other, which was holding your lamp, shivers under its weight. You weakly manage to muster, "tis I, my lord."

A beat of silence.

You stiffen at the sound of heavy footsteps marching your way. A soft gasp leaves your lips when the door swings open and the face of the Lord Hand was glares at you.

"What is it, girl?" Otto hisses, both his hands resting on the sides of the door opening. His frame overwhelms you. His eyes are tired and his jaw is tense.

Yes, you did always feel like some petulant little girl under the scrutiny of your much older husband. You lick your lips and exhale deeply to calm yourself. Simply, you remind him of his own words from earlier today, "tis the hour of the owl."

Lord Hightower is unmoved.

"I've come to fetch you."

A vein at the side of his neck threatens to pop. He pulls away and heads to his desk, "I have much to do, thanks to the fucking king."

You purse your lips at his words, thinking about the said man. Aegon was around your age, if not a bit younger, and at some point you had been friends, until you were promised to his grandfather.

You walk up to Otto's side and he rather instantly makes a spectacle of his abundant papers. He rants heatedly about it for a good moment, before turning to you. His face is worn and his shoulders squared, "I will not waste my time further by explaining this to you. Leave."

Otto places a hand on your bum and pushes you off. You budge, for after all, he was a man much bigger than you, even if no longer in his prime. Your hand darts to his desk to keep yourself upright, and the hand holding your lamp grips it firmly so that it would not slip. You return to your previous position as the man continues with his work.

"L e a v e," he drags out with audible vexation, "now."

"No."

He freezes.

"You will leave," you correct "—this room. Tis the hour of the owl."

Otto turns to you, offended, "you command me?"

You clench you jaw, "you command yourself. I am simply your obedient servant, lord husband."

Your lord husband stands. He towers over you and presses close, so close that he takes your lamp and puts it out, leaving it ignored on his desk, "am I not commanding you now?"

Your heart races when he takes your neck, thumb pressing on your throat as he rubs it. He can feel your raging pulse and it excites him, but not as much as your next words do, "you are you unkind when you are exhausted."

"To whom?"

"To everyone," you mutter, "you must retire."

Otto releases your neck and heads for the door, "I will not."

Your brows furrow as you watch him storm off.

You realize only what he meant after following him into your shared chambers.

He grabs you from behind and sinks his face into your neck. You feel his beard against your skin and his hands eagerly clawing down your body. He pushes you into bed and you manage to look over your shoulder for the few seconds as he undoes his breeches. Not a second later, he pushes you on the sheets and pulls your skirt up.

You whimper into the cushion, bringing your face to the side as he rests his weight between your shoulders. He clenches his jaw as he grabs your hip. You obediently shift on your knees and gasp when he rubs his groin into yours. He sighs out a string of profanities when he feels your wetness. He pulls back and looks at the softness of your thighs, inspecting the pooling lust on your cunt. He rubs your clit, "my cherubic wife, so ready to be taken by her aged husband."

Your belly trembles as he uses your warm slick to flick your sensitive nub, leaving you to do nothing but curl your toes and whine into the sheets.

"Body so eager to be molded by my cock," he mutters. He slowly sinks two fingers into your weeping folds. He stretches you with his fingers and sinks deep, relishing the warm stickiness coating his digits, "so pretty like this. More so with my seed mixed with your arousal, dripping down your puckered cunt."

He continues to serve you with his fingers until pressure builds in your stomach. Then, with no warning and little care, Otto replaces his fingers with his hardened cock and fucks you thoroughly from behind. The hand he hand by your shoulder blades tingle into your hair. His other hand tirelessly works on your clit, expertly rubbing them that your body writhes under his weight.

You are trapped beneath him, however. He need only push on your head and lock your legs with his; you can do nothing else to do but take his cock and his fingers.

The sound of wet slapping skin and your uncontrollable whimpers dampen out the creaking and thudding of your bed against the stone wall. Quickly, your breathing began to grow strained and Otto gave no indication of slowing, especially not when he merited a scream from your lips from the pleasure building hotly in your stomach.

"Otto, Otto-" you begin to whine, nails ripping into the sheets, "w-wait— I-"

He furrows his brows at your words, offended that you would instruct him grant your reprieve. Just as he felt your slick building against his clothes? Even if he wanted to stop to catch his breath, he would not.

Alas, mortal man still was he, and his plowing had to slow. Slow, not stop. Though his arm began to tire, his fingers did not relent their assault on your swollen clit. He made up for any delays with slower but harsh flicks of his hip.

Your peak caught both of you off guard, and you came around his cock with a ghastly noise that made him stab your womb roughly in surprise. He stops moving altogether soon after.

Upon realizing the absolute bliss that seized your form, he puts all of his focus on your clit, wanting nothing but to make you shake and tighten around his wet cock as much as he possibly can.

The wind is knocked out if your lungs and your eyes water at the intensity of it all. And soon, it was all too much for you. It was all far too much, and yet he did not stop.

"Otto," your voice is hoarse as you sob into the dampened sheets, dampened with your tears and saliva.

He does not acknowledge you at all. He continues rubbing your pulsing clit with his fingers no matter how much your belly shook or your thighs trembled. He adores your mousy noises. He pulls your head back by your hair bit and slowly begins to thrust into you until the bed begins to creak at the intensity again.

It's too much, and the noise that rips out of you is nothing but further indication of this.

Your body struggles beneath him, your parted thighs that turned to putty were now shifting frantically in the hope to be free of this overwhelming sensation. You clench and unclench around him, hips pushing forward and back in an attempt to break away, but it, in fact, only makes your heady husband double down on his efforts to keep you in place.

His fingers only then finally leave your abused clit, but any form of recuperation you could get is stolen by the way both his veiny hands grip your hips and his manhood invades your cunny, intent on staking its claim.

He grunts as he looks down at your helpless form. He does nothing but use you for his pleasure and he cares little of whether or not your pretty pussy will tighten and quiver around him again.

Otto rubs your bum then coats his thumb with your slick before pushing it into your vacant rear, enough to hook into you and to make you squeal.

Soon enough, he can feel his legs ache and his belly burn. He ignores the former and his energy is sustained by the promise of filling his shaking bride with his come and watching it drip out of her.

Otto is silent while you noisily protest beneath him. Just as he begins to feel his balls tighten, he feels your cunt squeeze him again. Your neck strains as he bends down to lean into you, "take it, come slut. You know want you want to."

"S't-too much," you whine, tears rolling down your face.

Otto could not care less and begins to rub your clit again. You scream out in response and it's enough to make him reach his peak.

He slams into you with no steady tempo. He cares only for the pleasure raging on his cock and wants only to empty his balls into his warm, raggedly bride. As he does just that, feeling come and sweat drip from your garment to the sheet, he takes a few more thrusts, shallow ones where he does not move out of you very much, to ensure he thoroughly stuff all his heated lust into you.

And ever the dutiful husband, he plays with your clit for as long as it takes to make you scream and spasm into another pretty peak

Your nose is running as you sob, but the twist of your expression tells him that you were enjoying every second of it. He laughs, deeply, contentedly, pinning you against him and the bed. He doesn't listen to you until he is more than assured every bit of pleasure is wrung out of your darling body.

You begin to whine again like the tearful babe you were. You whisper an exhausted plea, "please, no more, Otto. Please."

He shushes you and pinches your clit, just to see you flinch and hear you beg some more. And beg you do, "n-no more, please," through sniffles.

He grips your jaw and kisses your salty cheek. He pulls you both to your sides, unwilling to pull out just yet. He has to ascertain his seed catches in your snug womb. He massages your breasts, imagining them get bigger for the babe he fucked into you. He pinches your nipples, making you whine again.

"O-Otto-"

"All is well, wife," he mutters, releasing his hold, only because you pushed his hand away. You lean into him as he rubs your belly. He rubs your nape with his nose, "good girl."

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ilwonuu · 10 months ago

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Hi. Can I please request a jeno and noona/older woman - wherein he surprises her how good he is in bed. Overstimulation/dom jeno is hot too. 😊

um YES. this man is ROTTING MY BRAIN SO BAD. I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! thank you for ur request!!!! i hope you enjoy😇😇

ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּshow me. l.jeno

summary- the boy you’ve been seeing surprises you with a couple things when you come over to his house for the first time.

warnings- kinda quick paced (as always), unprotected sex, creampie(duh), overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, kissing, dom!jeno sub!reader, dirty talk (mostly jeno), pet names (baby, pretty, love) jeno is called baby , cum eating, lmk if i missed something

authors note- sorry if the age gap wasnt what you wanted i kinda just did something random so lmk if you want me to change it anon!! 💖happy hoeing (i need him)

you and jeno have been dating for a few months now. you meeting him through one of your mutual work friends. he was a little bit younger than you. your friend mark always joking about you being a cougar.

jeno was being 22 and you being 29… you don’t mind jenos age because he has always acted mature. he was a responsible man for his age. you really liked him. he had invited you over to sleep at his house since you both are free from work that day.

you have never been to jeno’s apartment. you two always agreeing to spend time at your house. you were excited to see his house for the first time. getting ready to go excitedly.

you quickly make your way over to the address he gave you after getting ready. making your way to his apartment door knocking slightly. he opens his door shortly smiling as soon as he saw you. “hi beautiful.” he says pulling you into his apartment. “hi baby.” you smile at him as you look around at his space.

“damn! it’s nice in here.” you laugh slightly feeling him pull you close to him. “thank you love.” he smiles at you before grabbing your jacket and bag from you. “i cleaned before you got here. i was making sure it was perfect for you.” he sets your things down pulling you towards his room. “okay this is my room. you want to watch something?” he sits down on his bed, you slowly joining him after. “yea baby we can watch something.” he pulls you closer to cuddle into him. “or we could do something else.” he says with a innocent face. “and what is that?” he face shifted into a smirk so quickly.

“i can make you feel good.” he pulls your legs over his lap. “oh really?” he nods quickly. “if you’d let me.” he smiles at you. “yea…show me.” he kisses your lips quickly pulling your pants down. he runs his fingers over your clothed pussy slowly. he grabs you to shift you both so you are now facing the mirror on the wall from the bed.

“gonna watch me finger this sweet pussy okay?” he pulls you into a rough kiss. “yes-“ you nod quickly at him through the mirror. he rips your panties off ,you never breaking eye contact with him in the mirror. “look at you baby. responding so well?” he smirks at you and your sub state.

you don’t understand how he got you to submit to him so quickly. you’re used to being in control during sex but seeing jeno like this was so-

he interrupts your thoughts as he slides two fingers inside of you. “so fucking wet hm? listen to that. my fingers are sliding right fucking in.” he laughs at you playfully. moving your head so you can see his movements in the mirror better.

“look at you squirming under my touch.” he fucks his fingers deeper into you. watching you in the mirror. “fucking look at me y/n.” he moves your head again so you making eye contact with him in the mirror. “jen- fuck fuck.” he curls his fingers slowly adding another as soon as you try to talk.

“yea? what’s wrong?” he asks mockingly. him not breaking eye contact with you. “feels so f-fucking good.” you manage you moan out.

“yea? you gonna cum pretty?” his thumb immediately going to your clit after his words. “jeno- oh fuck im gonna cum.” you start to wiggle out of his arms. he holds you tightly in place moving his fingers faster. “look at you. you are so fucking gorgeous.” he whispers into your ear. he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

you see stars cumming hard onto his fingers. “yea baby. you are so fucking sexy.” he milks your cum out of your pussy slowly. “you see yourself? so dirty for me.” he smirks at you through the mirror.

“jeno- oh my god.” you gasp feeling his fingers start to fuck into you again. “you can cum again right? let me fuck you with my fingers again before i fuck you on my cock huh?” he looks at you for a response.

you are unable to form a sentence with the pace of this finger. “jen- fuck.” is all you manage to get it out. you moaning at his sweaty body. you’re watching his focused expression on you in the mirror. “you gonna cum already? you’re clenching so tight on my fingers.” he says into your neck while watching your legs try to shut to fight the pleasure.

“keep your legs fucking open.” he grabs your thighs with his other hand forcing your legs open. allowing his fingers to go deeper. “fucking creaming all over. fucking filthy.” he spits at you. you’re moaning uncontrollably at this point. he looks so sexy through your hazy eyes. he hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.

“jeno im c-cumming!” you legs shaking under his grip. “cum for me pretty.” you’re cumming all over his fingers. he murmurs into your neck kissing it softly as his fucks you through your high on his fingers. he watches you with sweetly.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt. bringing them up to your lips. “suck baby.” he orders you with a stern voice. you open your mouth for his fingers feeling them slowly being pushed into your mouth. “good hm? taste so good always.”

you are shocked at jeno’s behavior. not seeing this side of him until recently. you liked it a lot. maybe too much because you’re already begging jeno to fuck you already. “fuck me please jeno.” you squirm in his arms causing him to laugh at your pathetic state.

“okay. ill give you what you want since you did so well.” his breath against your skin making you shiver. he lifts you up easily turning you over onto your knees. “you’re so wet my love.” he leans into your ear. “keep these legs open okay?” he demands. you nod quickly.

you hear him shifting behind you. he takes off his shirt quickly. pulling off his pants and boxers immediately after. “condom or?” you shake your head no. “please no condom just fuck me jeno please!“ he smirks at you. he rubs his dick gently over your folds teasingly. “so fucking wet hm pretty?” he slides his tip in just to immediately take it out. “f-fuck jeno.” you hear a deep groan come from him as he shifts again behind you causing you to look behind you confused. “just let me have a little taste.” his head moving in between your legs. you feel him lick a thick stripe up your slit. you push your ass back into his tongue.

he sucks on your clit roughly. then he suddenly pulls away. “i need to be inside you right now fuck.” he moves back up to line his dick up with your pussy. he pushes his dick in quickly. immediately fucking you into the mattress. “so fucking t-tight.” his hips already speeding up. “je-jeno fuck.” you feel him grab your hair pulling you back against his chest. him now fucking you at a deeper angle. “so fucking good.” you moan out. “yea baby? haven’t been fucked this good before?” he suddenly remembers the mirror turning you to look at yourself in the mirror.

“look at this. my dirty girl.” you try to keep your eyes open. “gonna cum inside this perfect cunt hm?” he grips your hip tightly watching you closely in the mirror. “jen-i can’t too much-“ you say through tears. jeno is fucking you so good you are sobbing at this point. “i know you can take it.” he smiles at you innocently. you moan in response. “you are so fucking sexy im gonna cum.” he moans into your neck.

“im cumming jeno!” you see his pleasured face causing you to immediately cum. “f-fuckk baby.” you watch him fuck his cum into you slowly. your cum mixing with his inside you. it slowly oozing out of your pussy when he pulls out. your knees finally giving up on you. “oh my god.” you breathe out looking back at your boyfriend. “you okay?” he laughs quietly. you nod in response. “i haven’t came that hard before.” you laugh closing your legs. “yea? im glad it was good baby.” he smiles at you.

“give me a kiss.” he lays next to you suddenly giving you a quick kiss. “you have any more surprises?” he nods his head. “what really jeno?” you chuckle at his expression. “we’re gonna go to dinner so get ready!” he says slightly shouting it. “if i can walk.” you add. “ill help you baby.” he smiles kissing your head before getting up with you to get ready for the sudden dinner.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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Chapter 10, Pt. 1: Happy Birthday, Javi

Summary: Javier Peña has never liked celebrating his birthday. That is, until you came into his life, and planned to give him a birthday that he will never forget. (Part 1 covers leading up to Javi's birthday and the morning of)

Word Count: 9.3K (I don't know how my peanut brain thought I could make his birthday only one chapter and keep it a reasonable length)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up, y'all), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise, overstimulation (if you squint), anal fingering (f receiving *runs away into the sunset*), Javi being our consent king, Javi really just loving your ass (It's his birthday, give the man what he wants), mentions of death/grief (but in a really sweet, wholesome way), mentions of food/eating, Chucho Peña once again being the world's best dad and you two having the cutest lil bonding moment, sweet tooth-rotting fluff (but it's these two, so would you expect nothing less?)

A/N: The people have spoken, so I now present to you, part 1 of Chapter 10. I'm not sure what I was thinking when I started writing this chapter, I knew it was about to be long as hell because our sweet Javi deserves the best birthday ever, and boy oh boy, is he gonna get it. Also keep in mind as you read this, that I will die on the hill that Javi loves all of you, but is 100% an ass man though and through don't make eye contact with me after reading this, man deserves his lil birthday treat More birthday fun is coming soon!!! Thanks to the very talented @wheresarizona for the inspiration of this birthday smut!

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“New boots?”

“No.”

“A new briefcase for work?”

“No.”

“A pony? A trip to the moon? A million dollars? C’mon Javi, it’s gonna be your birthday, there has to be at least something that you want!” You groaned, playfully hitting Javi’s chest as your warm bodies laid tangled together in your bedsheets, sunlight just beginning to spill through your curtains.

“As long as I get to spend my day with you, that’s all I care about, Osita.” He chuckled at your stubbornness, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead.

“Ugh, you being so sweet is making this very hard on me, you realize that?” You sighed dramatically, giving him your best grumpy face as you ran your hands through the dark brown curls of his messy morning bedhead. “Alright, you have to go get ready for work, what do you want for breakfast, handsome?”

“You.” He rasped, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you and nipping at your neck, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your skin making you squeal and squirm.

“Javi! Real food, you dummy. You’ve already eaten me out and and we’ve fucked this morning and it’s not even 7:00 o’clock yet. At this rate, your work is gonna start writing me up for you getting in later and later every day.” You giggled as you tried to wrestle your way out of Javi’s strong grip, your bodies intertwined with the sheets of your bed as Javi finally let go, giving you a long kiss before letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“I thought you said you still needed to figure out what to get me for my birthday. This works just fine, Hermosa.” He looked at you, trying to give you his best puppy eyes and pouty lips. You lovingly swatted your arm at him, shaking your head.

“You cannot use your puppy dog eyes on me like that! Your birthday still isn’t for another week, and believe me, you will get all the birthday sex you want then, but right now, you need to go get ready for work, mmmkay? Do you want scrambled eggs or sunny side up?”

“How did you know I wanted eggs?” He asked, smiling at you.

“It’s almost kind of like I know you, just a little bit. Now go, get your cute butt in the shower before your puppy dog eyes take full effect and I lose the little self control I have left.” You gave him a quick kiss as he rolled out of bed, the muscles of his back flexing deliciously as he yawned and stretched his arms above his head before making his way into the bathroom.

From the moment you had found out about Javi's birthday, he had been very adamant that you didn’t need to do anything special to try and celebrate, let alone get him any gifts. To him, it was just another day that he got older, and that no one needed to do anything to acknowledge that. Truth be told, Javi hadn’t really had anyone to celebrate his birthday with since he was a much younger man than he was now. When he was in Colombia, the only person he had told about his birthday was Steve, and with the threat of beating the shit out of him if he told anyone else, the most Javi ever got for the past decade or so was Steve’s annual bottle of birthday whisky and a phone call from his dad. He wasn’t used to anyone caring about him, let alone his birthday. Javi knew that you were a terrible liar and couldn’t keep a secret to save your life, so you had been trying your best to throw him off your tracks for the past few weeks by asking things like what he wanted for his birthday, or what he wanted to do to celebrate. Little did he know, you already had a plan in place to give him the best birthday that he’d had in a very, very long time. Today, you had to try and execute the next phase of your birthday plot, which required a little luck, and finding Javi’s cell phone.

Once you heard the water of the shower running, you knew you were in the clear. You shuffled over to Javi’s side of the bed, where his pants from the night before were still laying in a heap on the floor. Digging through his back pocket, you pulled out his cell phone, opening it up to press through the contacts page. “I really hope he only knows one Steve…” you mumbled to yourself as your finger clicked on the down arrow, scrolling through the names on the tiny screen. “Samuel H… Sargent Davis… Oh yes, here we go! Steve!” You were relieved to find there was only one Steve saved in his phone, assuming that it had to be his former partner Steve Murphy. You quickly ran out to the kitchen to grab a notepad and a pen to scribble down his number before closing his phone and folding the piece of paper, stashing it away in your nightstand.

After you had opened up to Javi about your brother, Patrick, he slowly started to reciprocate, letting you dive deeper into his past life in Colombia, beginning to share stories from his time halfway around the world. One of the things you had quickly picked up on was how much he really liked his former DEA partner, despite how many times he had told you he was the biggest pain in his ass he had ever met. So much so, that a few weeks ago, Javi had gone out of his way to call Steve, just to catch up and talk, learning that his friend had moved to the San Antonio area not too long ago, looking to get away from the hustle and bustle of Miami. The conversation had ended with them saying they should get together at some point, and the party you had been planning for Javi seemed like just the right occasion to try and reunite him with his old friend. The plan was to try and call him today while Javi was at work and pray that he really was the right Steve you were looking for, and that he and his family would be able to come down and celebrate.

Satisfied with your mission, you slipped on one of Javi’s now many shirts that lived in your drawers, his collection of clothes at your apartment seeming to grow by the week as the two of you spent more and more time together. You headed out to the kitchen, pouring yourself your mandatory cup of coffee before you got to work on breakfast.

As Javi made his way down the hall, freshly showered and suited up for work, he leaned up against the wall, enjoying the new favorite part of his morning routine. It didn’t take long for Javi to start spending practically every night at your apartment once the two of you had started dating, his presence in your home becoming an almost permanent fixture in your day to day life. It took even less time for Javi to quickly discover there were few things he loved more than coming into the kitchen after he had showered and gotten himself ready for work to find you in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts, singing along to whatever music you had picked for the morning as you cooked breakfast. It had now become ingrained as his favorite part of his morning, taking a few extra minutes just to lean against the kitchen wall and stare, taking in everything about your sweet and sassy self that made his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest every time he watched you dance and sing around the kitchen. This morning’s choices were his navy blue DEA shirt and Hall and Oats, already finding you singing louder than usual to “You Make My Dreams Come True.”

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” He chuckled, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin against your shoulder as he watched you scramble the eggs in the pan below you.

“Well it’s hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up to getting dicked down by your super hot boyfriend who comes out of the shower in his stupidly attractive suits for work.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, giving your ass a playful smack. “I could say the same for you, ya goof.”

“Like you said Osita, hard to be in a bad mood when you wake up next to the most beautiful woman in the world and come out to find her making you breakfast in nothing but your shirt. The sex part’s alright too, I guess.” You nudged your elbow into his stomach as you both laughed.

“Oh please, like you weren’t practically begging me to go for a second round this morning. Here, eat your breakfast, you horny menace.” You giggled as you put the finished eggs on a plate and handed them off to him.

Per usual, Javi had already almost inhaled his food by the time you sat down to eat with him, taking a big mouthful of your eggs as he cleared his plate. “Any plans for today, Osita?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee out of the Star Wars mug that had now become his personal favorite after had finished watching the last of the 3 movies a few weeks ago.

“Just some errands and stuff.” You tried your best to keep a straight face, knowing that you weren’t really lying about your plans for today, but you also weren’t exactly telling the truth. “Should probably start working on getting stuff ready for going back to school. I need to accept the fact that summer’s gonna come to an end at some point, as much as I don’t want it to.” You shrugged, trying to change the subject of Javi’s initial question. “Your complimentary breakfast and lunch every morning may not be as frequent once I have to go back to work, so I apologize in advance.”

“No need to apologize, baby. You’ve spoiled me for the past few months. Just means I get to wake up early and make you breakfast now.” He stood up, grabbing his plate to bring it over to the sink, stopping first to give you a kiss on the forehead. After cleaning up, Javi downed the rest of his coffee and gathered his things to head out the door, preparing for the second favorite part of his morning, giving you one last hug and kiss goodbye before leaving for work. “Have a great day, Osita. Can’t wait to see you later. I love you.” He draped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you still sat in your kitchen chair, planting a kiss on your cheek as you turned around to face him.

“Love you too, Jav. Have a good day.” You stretched your neck towards him as he leaned down, your lips meeting softly and tenderly, leaving smiles on your parted mouths as you pulled away. Closing the door behind him, you gave him a soft smirk, the both of you beginning your internal countdown of the hours that needed to pass until you saw each other again.

As soon as you heard the door lock, you waited a moment before you ran back to your room, grabbing the piece of paper with Steve’s phone number, hoping it was early enough to try and catch him before he got to work. You took a deep breath, wanting to make a good first impression on Javi's friend, even if it was just over the phone. You punched the numbers written on your note into the keypad, sitting on the couch as you let the dial tone ring.

“Hello?” a low voice with a pronounced twang answered.

“Hi, is this um, is this Steve?” You asked, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, crossing your fingers that you had the right number written down from Javi’s contacts.

“Yeah, this is Steve. Who’s askin’? Sorry, gimme one sec- Hey Connie, Olivia wants to know if she’s stayin’ late for soccer practice today. Okay, yeah, I’ll remind her. Hey sorry, tryin’ to get the girls off to summer camp and daycare or God knows where. Jesus, I cannot wait for school to start again. Sorry, who’d you say you were?” You let out a little sigh of relief hearing Connie and Olivia’s names, knowing you for sure had the right Steve.

“I’m um, I’m Javi’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself.

“Well I’ll be damned. You really are real.” You could hear him chuckle to himself through the other end of the phone. “Javi wouldn’t shut up about you when we talked a few weeks ago. I’d never thought I’d live to see the day I saw that man so in love. What can I help ya with?” You smiled to yourself, blushing at the fact Javi hadn’t talked to Steve in months and you were the thing he was most excited to bring up.

“Well, I heard from Javi last time the two of you talked that you moved to San Antonio not too long ago. I don’t know if you remember, but Javi’s birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to throw him a surprise birthday party and I wanted to invite you. I’m sure he’d love to see you- Connie and your daughters, too. The party’s going to be Saturday the 16th at 3:00 at his dad’s ranch! I completely understand that it’s a big ask, and kind of last minute, but I figured I’d at least try!”

“Awh shit, it is, isn’t it. I do owe that old man a few years worth of birthday whiskey. Lemme go talk to my wife real quick, hang on.” You heard him set the phone down as you held your phone up between your ear and shoulder, grabbing your notepad to write down a list of things you needed to get today while you waited for Steve’s response. “Hey, you still there?” You heard his voice again through the receiver.

“Yup, still here!”

“Looks like that old man’s about to have some more birthday guests. Con just wants to make sure it’s really okay if we bring the girls.”

“Absolutely! Lots of friends and family are coming, so there will be plenty of other kids there, too! Thanks Steve, I know this will really mean a lot to him.”

“Perfect. I sure do miss that asshole. Thanks for the invite. I guess we’ll see you on the 16th.”

“Thanks again, Steve!”

“Of course. And hey- I wasn’t jokin’ when I said that he wouldn’t shut up about you. You got him head over heels in love. I think I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen that grumpy bastard smile and I could practically hear him grinnin’ through the phone. Glad to know he found someone who makes him happy.” You could hear the other end of the line click as Steve hung up the phone, leaving you with nothing but an ear to ear grin as you grabbed your list and got yourself ready for the day.

You had really been putting Javi’s lie detector skills to the test the past few weeks, going out during the day to meet with Chucho at the ranch to work together to plan Javi’s surprise party. Javi’s dad was absolutely thrilled with the idea after you had brought it up in secrecy one night when you and Javi had gone over for dinner, and was enthusiastic as can be to try and help you make the day a special memory for his son. Today was the last day you could be over at the Peña ranch to help with preparations without raising too many suspicions from Javi, losing out on your excessive free time as you needed to start preparing for the beginning of the new school year. Heading in with your arms full from your massive trip you had just taken for party food and decorations, you walked into the Peña home looking for Chucho.

“Hey Chucho, it’s me!” You shouted, kicking your shoes off at the door as you balanced your grocery bags in your arms.

“Hola, Mija! I’m in the kitchen!” He shouted from across the house, his tone warm and joyful. You grunted as you set down your bags on the table, finding Chucho in his usual spot at the stove, cooking something for the two of you to eat as you talked party details.

“What’s on the menu today, chef? It smells delicious!” You smiled, unpacking the groceries as Chucho wiped his hands on his apron, waddling over to help you.

“Chilaquiles. Figured it’s still early enough for breakfast food, and I know it’s your favorite.” He chuckled to himself as he watched you pull more and more items out of the brown paper bags. “Dios mio, mija. Did you buy the entire store?”

“It feels like it. With how many people we have coming, I don’t even know if this is going to be enough! Steve is coming, too! And his wife and daughters. I just called him today. I really think Javi’s gonna be excited to see him.” You grinned, your heart feeling full thinking about how many people wanted to come celebrate Javi on his birthday.

“Oh, estupendo! (Wonderful!) He will be thrilled. Wait, how did you manage to invite him without Javier finding out?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked back over to the stove to turn off one of the burners.

“I have my ways.” You smirked as you gave your shoulders a little shrug, organizing the items on the table.

“Chiflado.” (Crazy). He snickered, plopping an egg on each of your plates over the fried tortillas and sauce. “That one can be our word for the day. It’s a good one. Here, eat, mija.” He smiled, passing a plate over to you as you sat down at the table, Chucho pulling out a chair to join you. Ever since you started meeting with Chucho a few weeks ago, you had asked him if he would help you work on your Spanish, knowing how important it was to Javi and his family. You cared so deeply for both the Peña men who were now a part of your life, and the least you could do was learn more of the language so deeply ingrained in their identities. Like most things you asked Chucho for help with, he was enamored by the idea, your request practically bringing him to tears. Since then, he’d been helping you learn more words and phrases, picking one to focus on each time you meet.

“Chiflado.” You repeated, taking a bite full of your food. “What does that one mean?”

“Someone who is crazy, a little bit nutty. It’s a good one for you, mija, and Javier.” You both laughed at each other, enjoying his use of the word.

“That is a good one. Good one for me and you today since this is the last chance we have to plan together before the party.”

“Es la verdad.” (It’s the truth.) So tell me, Chiflado, what’s our plan for today?” He winked at you as he set down his fork over his already cleared plate.

“Well, I was thinking you could work on food, and I could help with decorations, since it’ll involve a lot of getting up and down off of chairs, and before you can tell me you’d be just fine, I don’t need to hear you whisper “Punta madre, me dulele las rodillas (Motherfucker, my knees hurt.) all day when I could have just done it for you.” You looked at him sternly, knowing that Javi had definitely inherited his stubbornness from his father, often leaving you in Chucho in a battle of iron wills over helping each other.

“Fine, fine, fine.” He swatted his hand at you. “Just tell me soy un anciano (I’m an old man) and move on.” The both of you broke from your stubbornness, laughing playfully at one another. Chucho grunted as he stood up, outstretching his hand to take your plate back to the sink. You stood up out of your chair, pushing it behind you as you let out a quiet, nervous breath. You had been working up the courage to ask Chucho the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for the past few weeks. Every time you tried, you’d chickened out, but with only one last meeting between the two of you before Javi’s birthday, you knew you had to do it now.

“Um, there is uh, one more thing I wanted to ask for your help with, if it’s okay.” You said shyly, Chucho turning his head in confusion at your now meak voice.

“Of course, Mija. Cómo puedo ayudarte? (How can I help you?).

“I- I wanted to know if Javi had a favorite food his mom used to make him before she passed. I really wanted to surprise him and make it for his birthday. But I know how special Lucia’s recipes are to you, and if you don’t want me to make it, I totally understand. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping, I wanted to ask for your help since-”

Before you could finish, Chucho was standing with his arms outstretched, tears welling in his eyes, as he pulled you in for a hug, tightly wrapping you in his grasp. “Oh Mija.” He whispered between gentle sobs. “I would love nothing more.” He took a step back from you, hands still grasping your shoulders as the wrinkles of his worn face crinkled from his smile. “She would have loved you, Mija. She would have loved you so much. I know she is smiling down on us, knowing the joy you have brought to our sweet Javier’s life. Dios la bendiga (God bless her), all she ever wanted was for him to be happy. It brings me peace to know she can rest a little easier, seeing the love and happiness you bring to our hijo. I know Javier is so thankful he found you, but know I am just as thankful, too.”

You could feel the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as Chucho spoke. You wished you had words to tell him how much it meant. That you were so grateful to be a part of Javi’s life, so thankful that Chucho had loved and accepted you, like you were one of his own from the moment that you two had met. You wished you could tell him how honored you were that he thought so highly of you, when all you wanted to do was just make Javi happy. You wished you had those words, but right now, they couldn’t make it out. The best you could do through your tears was pull Chucho back in for a hug, letting out a shaky whisper.

“Thank you, Chucho. For everything.”

He pulled back once more, the both of you wiping the tears off your wet cheeks as you smiled at one another. “Of course, mija. Of course.” He paused for a moment to compose himself before wiping his hands on his apron with a mischievous grin. “Tears won’t taste any good in our stew. C’mon, let’s get cooking.”

Chucho pulled the well loved recipe box out of the shelf above the stove, flipping through its contents to pull out an index card covered in red sauce stains and tears around its edges. “Here we are. Pozole de pollo. Javier’s favorite dish. This is the last one from Lucia’s box I've yet to make.” He smiled to himself, gently holding the tattered recipe card in his hands before passing it off to you.

“Why haven’t you made it yet?” You asked curiously as you ran your finger up and down the worn recipe card.

“It’s the one that reminds me the most of her. Just haven’t been able to bring myself to make it. Now, I couldn’t be more excited to.” He beamed at you, grin stretched from ear to ear.

The two of you quickly got to work, Chucho walking you through each step, mentally noting to yourself all of the little details he pointed out as you worked your way through the directions. You wanted to make sure that you didn’t miss a thing, feeling the need to do the special recipe as much justice as you could. While waiting for things to boil and simmer, the two of you found yourself chatting away as you chopped the rest of the vegetables you needed for your sauce and garnishes.

“You know, pozole de pollo was the only thing Javier ever wanted to eat when he came home from college.” Chucho chuckled, chopping up the rest of the garlic he had in front of him. “Could eat a whole batch of it in a day, a bowl for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even in the dead heat of summer.”

“I believe it, that man is an eating machine.” You giggled, pulling out the chiles you’d finished soaking for your sauce. “Did he know he wanted to work for the DEA when he graduated?”

“I don’t know if he knew that, but he did always want to have some sort of job where he felt like he was making a difference. Always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and always wanted to help others. Lucia and I weren’t thrilled when he got the job, no parent wants to think about their child in danger. But you know as well as I do that our Javier is a stubborn man, and if he wants something, there is no stopping him until he gets it. That’s how I knew he was in love with you. Wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he met you. For goodness sake, he woke up at 5 in the morning to build a fence just to see you. He’s a man who knows what he wants.” You tried your best to hide the red of your blushing cheeks as Chucho blended the pozole sauce. “That’s how I know he is counting down the days until he can ask you to marry him.”

You just about dropped your ladle into the pot of boiling broth you were now stirring, hoping Chucho hadn’t heard the audible gasp you had made. “What… What did you say?” You asked as you gulped, trying to keep your cool.

“You heard what I said, Mija.” Chucho smirked, clearly enjoying your current flustered state. “Don’t worry, he hasn’t said anything to me… Yet. But like I said, when Javier knows what he wants, he won’t stop until he gets it. I’m sure if I asked him, he’d say he’ll give it a year, but I give it 6 months, tops.”

This time, the ladle you had been white knuckle grasping had now fallen to the floor, your face in absolute shock as your hand covered your face. “Wait, do you, are you… Chucho, are you being serious?”

“Mija, all I know is that Javier está enloquecido por ti y el te ama con todo su corazón. (Javier is crazy for you and loves you with his whole heart) and I am not getting any younger. I need some nietos (grandchildren) to spoil before I get too old.” His grin now even bigger as he chuckled to himself, watching your cheeks turn bright pink, taking every ounce of self restraint you had in you to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot. You bit down on your bottom lip, Chucho letting you have a few moments of peace as you turned back around to the stove to stir the pozole. Chucho just kept shaking his head and laughing to himself, almost as if he could hear the squeals of delight screaming in your head through the quiet silence of the kitchen as you continued cooking.

“Alright Mija, what do you think?” Chucho said, handing over a spoon now that the pozole was finally finished, simmering in its pot on the stove. You scooped some up, slurping down the warm broth as Chucho followed suit, letting out a satisfied hum.

“It’s delicious. No wonder it’s Javi’s favorite. What do you think? Is it okay?” You looked at him nervously, waiting for his response as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Just as good as I remember it, if not better. Javier will love it, almost as much as he loves you.” He winked, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder, smiling at the stew and then back up at you. “I have a feeling this will be the best birthday that he’s had in a very long time, thanks to you. Now, what do you say you listen to this old man swear at his knees as he helps you put up these decorations?”

You couldn’t believe it. Javi’s birthday was finally here, and everything had gone off without a hitch. Chucho had called one last time yesterday to let you know that everything was ready for the party, you had successfully hidden all your gifts and surprises in the apartment without them being discovered, and best of all, Javi hadn’t suspected a thing. You had made sure the night before to set your alarm to its quietest volume, praying that Javi wouldn’t hear and would sleep in long enough to let you put up some decorations in the apartment before making him breakfast and giving him a proper birthday good morning. Seemingly unstirred by your alarm, you tiptoed out of bed, trying your best not to wake Javi as he snored face down into his pillow. You grabbed some clothes before carefully closing the door behind you, fingers crossed that you could at least get another 30 minutes of sleep out of him. You quickly got to work taping the streamers and banners along the ceiling, topping off your decor with the balloons you had someone managed to hide in your coat closet. After setting out your gifts on the table, you quickly got to work on breakfast, indulging in your own family’s birthday tradition of confetti pancakes, which were really just pancakes with sprinkles and whip cream, but given Javi’s insatiable sweet tooth, you were sure they’d be a hit. You started with pancakes, along with the bacon and eggs, so focused on trying to get things done as quickly as possible, you hadn’t heard your bedroom door creek open down the hallway. Javi’s footsteps were soft and sleepy, the carpet of your apartment floors drowning out the sound as he finally stepped into the living room, speechless at what he saw.

“Osita…” His voice shook, mouth hanging half open in shock as he looked around at the colorful streamers and balloons that filled the apartment. He took another step further into the living room, now noticing the handmade banner that read “Happy Birthday, Javi!” in your cute, neat handwriting. He was still at a loss for words as he turned the corner in the kitchen to find you, finishing the last of your pancakes for the breakfast feast you had put together for him.

“No, go back to bed! Don’t look, I’m almost done! You didn’t see anything!” You ran towards him, trying your best to turn Javi around and force him back towards the bedroom. You pushed against his chest, trying to get him to move as he stood there for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, still taking in everything that you had set up for him.

“Baby… Did you… Is this… Is this all for me?” He asked, eyes glistening with joy, as he turned his head down to you, smiling in his grasp.

“No, I just really wanted to celebrate my birthday early. Yes, of course it’s for you. But right now, I need you to go back to bed for like 5 more minutes so I can finish and get my first present ready, pretty please?” You grinned at the tender expression on his face as he tried to process that you had really gone out of your way to do all of this for him.

“Baby, I told you, you didn’t need to get me anything, you already did so much, you don’t need to-”

“Javier Peña. It is your birthday. I want nothing more than to shower you with love and gifts and affection, but only if you go back into the bedroom and wait a teeny tiny bit longer and pretend it’s not your birthday yet for another few minutes.” You giggled, now shoving back into him, attempting to push his broad body down the hallway. He finally gave in, throwing his hands up, laughing as you guided him back into the bedroom, giving him a quick peck on the lips before closing the door behind him.

As promised, it didn’t take long for you to get yourself ready for Javi’s first present of the day, slowly opening back up the bedroom door to find Javi laying down in the bed, elbow resting on the mattress with his hand under his chin holding up his head. “You ready for it to be your birthday now?” You giggled, peeking your head through the crack of the open door.

“Yes, baby, I’m ready for it to be my- Oh, fuck me.” By the time you had made it through the doorway, Javi was sitting upright in bed, jaw just about on the floor as he watched you enter the room. You stood at the end of the bed in a lacy, black lingerie set- the bustier hugging against every curve of your body, its garters holding up the stockings pulled up your thighs, topped off with a strappy lace thong. You could hear how heavy Javi was breathing as he watched your every move towards him, his tongue darting out between his lips as he looked you up and down, soaking up every inch of you.

“Happy Birthday, Javi.” You winked, making your way towards the edge of the bed, watching as Javi’s eyes grow darker with lust. Your sweet voice was enough to already make his cock start to twitch, but that, paired with the fact you were all dressed up just for him had him half hard in seconds.

“Hermosa… Fuck… You look fucking incredible. Is this all for me, baby? Do I get to unwrap you like the pretty little present you are?” He rasped, practically climbing over the edge of the mattress to pull you into bed with him. He grabbed you by the hand, ushering you up onto the bed as you straddled over his lap, feeling how hard and heavy his dick had grown beneath you in his boxers. His hands slid along your sides, fingers tracing over the lacy fabric before he reached down to grab a handful of your ass, kneading your soft flesh between the strong grip of his fingertips.

“I don’t know… I thought you said that you didn’t want any presents.” You teased, Javi giving you a playful smack on the ass for your witty remark.

“If this is the only present I get to unwrap for the rest of my life, I’ll die a fucking happy man.” He mewled, grabbing your hips as he pushed you deeper into his lap, groaning as you rolled your hips against his cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“Don’t worry, this one’s just the first of many. You can unwrap me however you want, birthday boy. Anything you want, I’m all yours.” Your words made him shutter as he looked up at you, a curious smirk growing under his mustache.

“Anything?” He whispered, licking his lips, his eyes filled with want and desire.

“Anything.” You cooed, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Fuck me…” He took one more look at you before grabbing you and flipping you on to your back, making you squeal. He kissed his way down your body, hot, wet presses of his lips against your skin and lace, covering you from your chest to your stomach. His hands ran up and down the meat of your thighs, fingers toying with the ends of your stockings before wrapping his arms under your legs, yanking you closer to him. He grazed his fingers over your thong, the fabric already soaked, as he pushed it to the side, revealing the slick pooling along your entrance.

“Jesus, Osita, haven’t even touched you yet and look at how wet you are for me. Fuck, I need to taste you, baby.” Spreading your legs open wider, he dove into your pussy like a man starved, feverishly lapping you up, tongue swirling and pressing against your already throbbing clit. It wasn’t long until his two fingers pushed inside you with ease, making you gasp as your back arched along the bed, whimpering at the way his mouth and hands worked against your heat.

“Javiiiii…” You whined, bucking your hips towards his face, already feeling the arousal starting to pool in your belly at the way he knew just how to make you come undone. “Baby, you feel so good, fuck, Javi, fuck.”

He removed his mouth for a moment, his breath hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he glanced up at you in delight. “Yeah? It feels good, Hermosa? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my face, let me taste that sweet fucking pussy?” You nodded frantically, practically feeling his smirk against you as his fingers curved, hitting the sweet spot inside you that had the heat building at the base of your spine. He licked long, flat strokes of his tongue against your clit, his hand thrusting deeper into you, moaning his name over and over as you squirmed underneath him, his free arm draping over your hips, holding you in place. You could feel how tightly you were beginning to clench around his hand, your pussy fluttering as you felt yourself reaching your high.

“Javi, Javi, Javiiiii.” His name the only words forming as your brain short circuited, coming closer and closer to your end.

“Keep saying my name, baby. I love the way you say it. Don’t hold back, Hermosa, let me hear how good it feels when I make you cum.” It only took a few more thrusts of his hand before you snapped, crying out his name as your pleasure rolled through you, your fists grasping at the bed sheets. You cunt clenched around him, squeezing his fingers as they still pulsed inside you, nowhere close to easing from their usual pace after Javi watched you fall apart beneath him. You could feel yourself panting, worked up and on the edge of overstimulation.

“Gonna give you one more, Osita. Doing so good for me, pretty girl. I know you can take it, baby, just a little bit more.” He purred, giving you a smug look before barely pressing his thumb against your clit, making you cry out from his touch, so sensitive and worked up from your first orgasm. The pad of his thumb pushed just a little bit harder, circling around your mound as you felt yourself on the brink of falling apart once more. Already so close, he slipped a third finger into your heat, the sweet stretch of his digits inside you making you lose yourself once more. Your moans were swallowed by his lips as he leaned down to kiss you, finally slowing his pace before removing his hand, leaving your legs trembling and breathing heavy as you tried to compose yourself. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He hummed, cradling the jaw of your blissed out face as he brought his other hand to your mouth, his fingers drenched and glistening from your slick. “Open.” His thumb pulled at your bottom lip as you complied. “Taste how sweet you are for me, baby. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had, and it’s all fucking mine.” Your tongue swirled around his fingers as they rested in your mouth, sucking the tangy taste of you off of them before pulling back out.

“It’s all yours, Javi. It’s all yours.” You moaned, finally catching your breath enough to form a coherent thought.

“You really meant it, Osita? Anything I want?” His hands running up and down the length of your body, taking in how beautiful you looked beneath him, lace covered and blissed out, all for him.

“Anything you want.” You repeated, the sweet brown gaze of his eyes locking with yours.

“Hands and knees, baby.” He smirked, grabbing you by the waist as he pulled you up, propping you on all fours as he shuffled behind you on the bed, smacking your ass before gently massaging your flesh. “I fucking love you so much, you know that? Fuck, I’m so lucky. So lucky that you’re mine, all dressed up just for me, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” You whimpered as you felt him line himself up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, the lips of your pussy still soaked and puffy from your last two orgasms.

“Fuck, I love you too Jav-ahhhhhhh.” You gasped as you felt Javi bottom out inside of you, the angle of him pushing himself into from behind always stretching you in a way that had you speechless. He paused for a moment before slowly beginning to rock his hips, only pushing himself halfway in, savoring how sweet you felt. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became deeper, his cock brushing against your cervix, punching into the spot that had your vision going white, leaving you trembling and breathless. You could hear how wet you were, the sounds of him pounding in and out of your weeping pussy on top of the grunts and whimpers between you two had the room sounding borderline pornagraphic.

Despite how amazing it felt as he pumped in to you, there was a part of you that was surprised that fucking you from behind was all he wanted after you had given him free reign for his birthday. Javi loved your ass, and that was putting it lightly. The man worshiped it, and being on your hands and knees was a position you found yourself in frequently in the bedroom, so you were surprised that this was his choice. That was until you felt his fingers reaching under your thong, pulling the lace even further to the side, the wet spit of his mouth on your ass, his hand creeping further down the base of your spine until it stopped there.

Oh.

You felt his thumb press against the tight ring of your muscle, swirling his spit as you shuttered, cunt clenching at the thought of what he was about to do. You knew why he wanted you like this. Oh, fuck.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, gently pressing the pad of his thumb more firmly against your tight hole, making you whine in delight.

You nodded desperately, your response practically incoherent as it babbled from your brain, falling off your tongue. “Yes, oh my god, Javi.”

“Osita, tell me if it’s too much. If it’s too much I’ll stop right away, okay? Promise you’ll tell me?” God, this man was about to put his thumb in your ass and he still found a way to make it sweet.

“I promise.”

“Okay.” He kept his thrusts inside you steady as you felt his thumb breach inside, making you whine. Audibly whine. His thumb was barley in you and it felt so tight, the feeling of how full you felt making you wetter by the second. “Relax baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Doing so good for me, sweet girl.” He hummed, his praise deep and horse. You took a deep breath, feeling yourself relax as he pushed his thumb in further, making you whimper as you felt your clit absolutely throbbing with each press of his digit inside you. “You okay?” He asked, leaning over you, nipping at your shoulder as you shook your head yes, your brain an absolute loss for words. You gasped as you felt his thumb exit, being replaced by his two fingers pushing deeper into your tight hole. You felt so full, the size of his cock and the thickness of his fingers had you whimpering, clawing at the bed sheets underneath you. The thrusts of both his dick and hand slowly began to pick up their pace, feeling yourself throbbing in delight from the stimulation. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body screaming in pleasure, you were barely hanging on by a thread, painfully close to your end. All it took was the slightest press of the heel of Javi’s palm against your clit before you were screaming out his name once more.

“Javi, fuck, fuck oh my god, Javi, I’m gonna-ahhhhhAHHH.”

Your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, leaving every inch of your body trembling, practically seeing stars from how hard you came. That was all it took for Javi to follow suit. He was already so worked up from the image of you, riled up and moaning his name, that watching you cum as hard as you did sent him over the edge instantly. It took all of his self restraint to not come from the moment you had agreed to let him play with your ass. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it more often than not, wanting to pleasure you in any way he could, and now that you had let him, it was game over. With only a few more pumps, he found himself rapidly pounding into you as he chased his own high.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come too. Did so good for me, my good girl taking me so well. My fucking perfect girl. Quiero estar contigo para siempre, Osita. Te quiero con toda mi alma. (I want you forever, Osita. I love you with all my soul.) Fuck, I’m-” You could feel his cock throbbing as he pulsed inside you, spilling deep into your walls, milking himself of ever last drop as he slumped over your body, your chests rising and falling together. After catching his breath, Javi pulled out, the mixture of the two of you running still down your thighs as he quickly got up to go wash his hands and grab a towel, laughing as he returned from the bathroom to find you face down in the bed, sprawled out across the mattress. “You okay, baby?” He shook his head as he sat down on the bed next to you, running his hand across your back.

“Ho-ly shit.” You rasped, face pressed against your pillow before lifting it up to look over at Javi. “Javi… holy fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my entire life. I think I’m dead. I think I died and went to heaven.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Osita.” He chuckled at your dramatics, gently wiping the cloth against you and cleaning you up before tossing it in the hamper. “To be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard either. Happy fucking birthday to me. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had and it’s not even 10:00 AM yet. God, I love you.” You sat up as he grabbed your face, pulling you in for a long, deep kiss, a grin spreading across his lips as your mouths met.

“Well then you’re in luck, your day’s just gettin’ started, birthday boy.” You winked, playfully pinching his cheek as the two of you laughed.

“Does this mean I finally get to go out and see the rest of the apartment now?” Javi smiled, now remembering all the decorations you had set up for him around the house that he had only half appreciated in his shocked and sleepy state.

“Absolutely. I’ve got breakfast and more presents for you too.”

“God, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I could ask myself the same thing.”

Your hunch about the confetti pancakes was absolutely correct, losing track of how many Javi had eaten, considering you’d stopped counting after 4. To you, the decorations that you had set up around the apartment were just a fun touch to help celebrate, but to Javi, it was about the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for him. It almost brought you to tears seeing how excited Javi was that you had got him balloons, streamers, a handmade banner that he couldn’t seem to stop complimenting, even when you insisted that all you did was just write a little more neatly than usual. Javi meant everything to you, and the fact that you were able to bring him so much joy from something so small made your heart burst at the seams. If he was this excited from just decorations, you were really gonna have to ease him into the rest of the day.

“You ready for your presents, or do I need to make another batch of pancakes?” You laughed as Javi finished off what had to have been his 6th pancake, squirting the can of whipped cream in his mouth to top it off.

“Baby, I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything. You’ve already done more than enough for me.” He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he leaned back in his chair.

“Let me rephrase- I bought you presents and I’m giving them to you. Can I please give them to you now?” You folded your arms over your chest as you gave Javi a stubborn look.

“Yes, fine. Thank you. They better not be fucking expensive, you don’t need to be spending that kind of money on me.” He grumbled as you handed him over the first gift, slowly taking the tissue paper off the top of the bag.

“Will you stop being such a party pooper and just open your damn gifts? I’m a big girl, I can spend my money how I want, and I wanted to spend it on you.” You sassed as he shook his head, pulling out a silky blue and red checkered tie out of the gift bag. He smiled as he picked it up, running his hands over the fabric.

“This is really, really nice, thank you, Osita.”

“You’re welcome. I figured it’d look good with any of your suits, and that you’d look handsome in it, regardless. Okay, next one!” You grinned, handing him over the next box, waiting excitedly for his reaction as he ripped off the wrapping paper. As Javi peeled the rest of it back, his eyes widened as he looked at the box before looking back up at you in shock.

“Osita…” He stared at you for a moment, just holding the box in his hands, almost as if he was refusing to see what was inside.

“Will you just open it, please?” You pleaded, having a feeling this was going to be his reaction to your gift. Carefully, he took the lid off the box, his head shaking as he saw what was inside. Gently, he pulled the silver watch out, holding it in his hands as he stared at you with those big, brown puppy dog eyes.

“Baby… This is fucking nice. Like, so nice. Do you know how expensive these are? You didn’t need to do this, I can’t-”

“You have been constantly complaining about how your watch does work and you needed a new one. I know it's expensive, but it’s your birthday and you deserve it. And don’t you dare try and tell me to return it, I will come over and put that watch on your wrist myself if I have to.” You raised an eyebrow at him before he could rebuttal, biting down on his tongue as he smiled, slipping on the watch. He got up from his seat, cupping your face, kissing you deeply and tenderly.

“Thank you, Osita. You’re amazing. I don’t deserve any of this. I just- thank you.” His thumb rubbed along your jaw as he cradled your face, practically feeling the genuine joy and appreciation radiate from him.

“There’s one more thing I still have to give you.” You beamed, trying your best to contain your excitement for the final gift you had for Javi.

“Baby, there’s more? You already got me way too much, please-”

You cut him off, holding out the tiny black box that you had been hiding behind you, gesturing down at it for him to take it, your hands shaky as you nervously passed off the gift. With a sigh, Javi took it, undoing the bow you had tied as he opened the package, looking at it with confusion.

“A key?” He asked, puzzled by the present.

“Go take it and stand out in the hallway.” You requested, Javi complying but still utterly confused as to what was happening. Javi stood on the opposite side of your doorway facing you, giving him a little wave before closing it on him and clicking the lock.

“Osita, what is happening?” You heard him laugh through the other side of the door.

“Use the key!” You insisted, smiling to yourself as you heard the doorknob rattle, Javi twisting it open as he walked back into the apartment. You grinned at him in anticipation, hoping that he had caught on, but Javi still appeared to be completely oblivious to the point of gift.

“It’s a key to your apartment?” He questioned, a confused look still spread across his face.

“Mmmhmmmm.” You nodded, over dramatically, waiting for it to click with him.

“Baby, I’m really sorry, I don’t understand.” He laughed, running his hand over his face, shaking his head. You put your hands on your hips, looking at him, bewildered how he still had no idea what the key meant.

“Wow, I really thought your detective skills would have come into play on this one, Agent Peña, but I guess not. Javi. It’s your own key to the apartment. I- I want you to move in with me.”

“Osita… Are you… Baby, are you serious?” He stood there frozen in shock, his jaw hanging open as he processed what you had just said.

“I mean, only if you want to, I know it’s kinda fast and I don’t want you to feel pressured, but I- OH!” You shrieked as Javi locked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you up as you wrapped your legs around the small of your back, draping his arms around his shoulders. You could feel his smile against your skin as he peppered you with kisses, making you giggle and squeal as he spun you around the living room.

“You’re really being serious?” He beamed at you, his grin stretching wide across his face as the tears welled behind his eyes.

“Of course I’m being serious, ya goof. I love you, Jav.” Your face mirrored his as your happy tears streamed down your cheeks, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you hugged him tightly, Javi squeezing you closer to his chest as he held you.

“I love you so much. Fuck, of course I’ll move in with you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do than spend every day coming home to you. Me haces muy feliz. Eres más de lo que merezco. Tú y yo juntos por siempre, Osita."(You make me so happy. You’re more than I deserve. It’s you and me forever, Osita.)

"Tú y yo contra el mudo, Javier Peña." (You and me against the word, Javier Peña.)

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daddy-suguru · 2 years ago

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Congrats on 9k followers dear~

If you’re still taking event requests, would it be fine to ask for sex worker!choso x virgin!reader + overstimulation?

- sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ sᴀʏ ɪs…;

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | sugarbaby!choso, rich!virgin!reader, best friends to friends with benefits, overstimulation, fingering/clit rubbing, outdoor sex/sex on the balcony (no near by neighbors), high sex (bud), praise, daddy/princess, pussy kisses, oral, begging, squirting, tattooed!choso with a tongue ring, some making out

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 1.6k

sᴜɢᴀʀ’s ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇs | thank you, also this prompt got away from me, i blinked and it turned into a drabble. sugarbaby!stoner!choso is going to be rotting my brain for a while now

Choso tilts his head to the side, and his fringe covers one of his dark eyes. He insists, "Think it over, are you sure you want to throw away your first time?" Wapping his lips around the butt of the thick blunt.

The end of the tip glows red with his inhale. Illuminating his handsome pale face in a soft red light. Which is already catching the bright light of the full moon.

The dark tattooed line over his nose adds to how pretty he is. While his dark, fluff hair, was taken out of its spiky ponytails, framing his face. With his high cheekbones, pointy nose, full, glossy lips, and sharp jawline. Even the dark circles around his eyes look endearing.

Choso's shirtlessness and his low-hung sweatpants while he leans against the balcony of your private home. Looking like a very tired model. With his toned, brawny build and inky tattoos.

You were trying to get him out of the city, away from his normal profession. Giving him a peaceful night in the woods out of the city Yet here you are offering him some money to eat you out. Since you were curious as to how it felt and didn't trust anyone else than him.

Huffing, "It's not throwing it away if it's you." Choso is one of four people in your life who didn't care about your money. Your friendship always seemed more than enough for him.

Your friendship bracelet Choso bought with a cute little charm, which he said reminded him of you. You had gotten him a bracelet of his own. Something he got into a fight to keep since someone tried to steal it from him once.

Unbeknownst to him, you've fought with your parents for the right to wear. Since the jewels weren't real it was deemed trash to them. You still refused to take it off no matter what snide comments you still got over it.

You say, "But if you don't see me that way. I understand, it's just I'm curious about what it's like to..." You trail off your face heating up as you focus on the blunt that Choso passes while saying nothing. So you ramble,

"And you said you needed some money. I'm tired of you living in that scary motel. So yeah the more I think about it more I want you to be my sugar baby. You won’t let me just give you money, so I thought - I understand if you don’t find me unattractive and don’t want to." Looking off the side of the railing taking a slow drag while Choso pushes off the railing.

He walks up behind you, pressing his body against yours. Whilst grabbing your hips. Something he has done more times than you could count. After you cuddled him on the second movie night Choso would find a reason to have his hands on your body.

The higher Choso gets, the more talkative and touchy he becomes. Choso’s sweet forehead kisses, lingering hugs, and gentle squeezes from his hand, always left you wet and warm. His touch is so comforting, exciting, and safe.

Hitching your large baggy shirt over your hips. Exposing your clothed pussy to the cool wind. Before he reaches in front of you, pushing your panties aside, dragging his fingers along your lips to your clit.

Arching your hips back, his finger following your clit. Taking your second hit while Choso ensures, “Lil’ princess if it’s me it isn’t a waste, as long as you don’t regret this, I don’t want to lose you.” While nudging one thick finger past your lips,

“Tell me if it hurts, or if you're becoming uncomfortable and I’ll stop darling.” He kisses the top of your head, pumping his finger slowly. The blunt shakes between your fingers as you clench around Choso's fingers.

Softly wondering, "Does this mean you're my sugar baby?" Choso gently massages slow tight circles into your sweet spot when he finds it. Squeezing his finger while your knees cave in, pressing against each other.

"I'm all yours since you are insistent on taking care of me, this way I can do something for you to. So when you do move on from me you pussy knows what it's like when someone takes their time showing you how much they adore you." His sweet words are just a part of him playing his role as your sugar baby.

This is something you remind yourself of, Choso still sees you as a friend. Even if he is finger fucking you. Yet you still end up confessing,

"I don't want to share you with others, want you to stay here with me so I can take care of you." The tension building in your stomach is alike to the pleasure you gave yourself. Yet so different, so much more demanding. Turning your brain to slush, and your legs to jello.

Reaching back and grabbing onto Choso, slipping your fingers into his long hair. While wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. Plastering your body against Choso's more so.

He slides his fingers out, while he keeps rubbing your clit. Your cheeks heat up as you realize that Choso is licking your pussy juices off of his fingers. His loud groans fill the night air and you whine for the first time.

Covering your mouth as your eyes widen, "Let me hear you, that was beautiful." Rubbing your clit faster, his rough finger pads stroking small circles onto your soft nub.

"So needy for me aren't you?" Nodding your head, whimpering as you gush, your thick slick soaking your thighs. Yet Choso doesn't stop rubbing your clit. As your legs tremble and your knees lock, giving out.

Choso places the blunt between his lips. Before wrapping his arm around your waist, while asking you, "You can cum for me princess one more time, can't you? Let your beautiful, tight pussy make a mess for me to lick up." Lifting you off your feet, holding you tightly against his body. While he moves to the love chair, sitting down with you on his lap.

He blows out a puff of smoke while he ashes out his blunt. "Tell me how needy you are, have't hear ya sweet voice." You can't form the words as Choso curls two fingers past your lips. As he rubs your clit with the same, quick speed.

The pressure of his thumb is too much. As he rubs your sweet spot relentlessly, "Please! Please!" Sweet, loud mewling begs slip from your lips. Mixing with the wet squelching of Choso's fingers in your pussy.

There is a tighter tension building lower in your gut, "Please what darling?" Looking up as Choso leans over while you mumble,

"Please help me cum daddy." Choso roughly kisses you, biting into your bottom lip. His loud groan tells you that you struck a nerve with that name.

Parting your lips for him to slip his tongue past. Rubbing his tongue bar before mimicking the actions of his tongue. As he pumps his fingers faster, matching the pace he is rubbing your clit.

Thick clear cum squirts from your pussy. As you break the kiss and Choso speeds up the pace of his finger. while you look down. The moonlight glints of your cum. Which coats Choso's hand and wrist. While soaking Choso's sweatpants.

Panting as Choso pulls his hand out and lifts his slicked-up fingers to his lips. While you catch your breath he licks his fingers clean. When your breathing steadies you slip off Choso's lap.

Your legs wobble as Choso grabs your hips to steady you while musing, "Princess, I haven't even given you my cock yet, did you squirt that hard?" He drops his hand as you push your panties down. The long thick string of your cum stretches and snaps.

Bending over in front of Choso, spreading your pussy apart for him. While admiting, "I'm so needy I keep thinking about the way your cock looks straining in your sweatpants. Please Daddy! Cho, nnng Daddy!" He kisses your pussy before slipping two thick, tattooed fingers past your lips.

Spreading your squishy self apart to spit inside of you. Stuffing his spit inside of you while asking, "You want me to be your sugar Daddy and be sweet on your pussy?" Rubbing your clit with his thumb. Which is still so sensitive from cumming so much. Yet you don't want him to stop.

Choso groans, "Fuck I've seen so many pussies but none as pretty as yours. And the way you taste!" He replaces his fingers with his tongue. His tongue ring drags along your squishy pussy. While he keeps stroking circles into your clit.

Whining to him, "You're my daddy cho, I love how you always check up on me if I've eaten. And you encourage me to take care of myself, along with how well you listen to me." Groaning as you reach back and grab a handful of his hair.

You're going to make his hair softer with the right self-care products you can splurge on getting for him. While using him being your sugar baby as the reason for him to finally accept your gifts.

Choso pulls away, crooning, "One more time, whose your Daddy princess?" Standing up and dropping his sweatpants. Pushing them to the side, swiping his thick head along your slit. Swirling himself at your small hole while softly pushing past.

The burning of the stretch has you whimpering and Choso pulls away. While you shift your hips from side to side, telling him, "You are! You've been taking care of me already for so long, I want you to be selfish for once and let me make you feel good." He steps out from behind you, as you stand up.

Furrowing your brows as he walks in front of you. Your confusion is short lasting as Choso confesses, "I'm getting off on your pleasure. If you really want to help me be selfish, then sit down, spread your legs, and let me eat your pretty pussy till I'm finished." He grabs the bottom of your shirt as you raise your arms, for him to slip it off.

Sitting down, spreading your folded legs apart. As Choso turns on the balcony's lights he stands in front of you. "Princess you're so beautiful, such a yummy pussy all wet for me."

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tripthelightfatality · 1 year ago

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Exodus Unholy |D.W.R x S.F.K|

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW: Heavy BDSM, Dom! Danny, Sub! Sam, Oral (M Rec), Impact play, Unprotected anal sex, Toy use, Double penetration, Hair pulling, Consensual slapping, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Biting, Hickeys, Dirty talk, Dacryphilia, Pure filth, Porn without plot

Summary: Danny knew that Sam needed a little attitude check and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Word count: 3440

Thank you for being so patient with me! This took hella long to write but it was worth it. Hope you enjoy my Sanny brain rot lmao.

If there was one thing Sam Kiszka was notorious for it was being the biggest pain in the ass. He had many simple pleasures in life and what he chose today was getting a rise out of his boyfriend.

Filthy words rolled off of Sam’s lips into Danny’s ears. Everything from ‘I need you to fuck me, daddy’ to ‘If you don’t, I’ll just finish myself off’ were thrown out. Rather than give in, Danny was adamant on standing his ground.

“That mouth can get you in a world of trouble so I suggest you use it wisely” Danny whispered into Sam’s ear.

Strike one.

“Hmmm I don’t think I will. It’s my mouth and I’ll use it how I damn well please...unless you have a better use for it” Sam hissed back.

Strike two.

Danny raised both eyebrows and placed a hand on Sam’s knee. He gave it a firm squeeze to indicate “This is your final chance to get your act together before I take matters into my own hands’.

If you’re going to be a brat, go big or go home was Sam’s personal motto and he was sticking to it. To finish the job, he said the one thing that would definitely land him in the line of fire:

“I guess you’re too much of a pussy to put me in my place. What a shame I guess”

Strike three.

Danny grabbed his car keys and Sam’s hand. He was going to make Sam eat those words. The ride home was eerily quiet and Sam was now questioning if he went too far. Usually Danny talks about what’s waiting for him at home but the silence was too close for comfort. Once the car was parked in the driveway, Danny looked straight ahead and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

“You are going to walk your ass into the house and go straight to the dwelling. When I’m good and ready, I better see you naked and on your goddamn knees”

To avoid digging his grave any further, Sam ran out of the car and into the house. His heart was threatening to burst from his chest as he thought about what’s to come.

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“Looks like someone forgot how to behave in public. Well now you’ve got my full fucking attention, Sammy boy.”

A loud gag ripped through the air as Danny pulled out his fingers from Sam’s throat; The saliva covered digits glistened in the dim light.

“Listen to how pitiful you sound. Be thankful that I’m even helping you take my cock down your throat. I should just let you choke on it like the little fuck slut you are” Danny huffed while wrapping a hand around Sam’s neck.

Degradation was like a second language in the bedroom. When it was used, it was used to the fullest extent. Sam coughed and shuddered at Danny’s statement. His hands were bound with metal cuffs behind his back and knees were digging into the concrete floor. Being a disobedient brat always led to a punishment but being dragged into the dwelling meant he fucked up royally.

“T-Thank you…”Sam rasped out. He looked up with teary eyes and saw just how angry Danny actually was.

As a swift hand cracked against Sam’s cheek, Danny’s grip on his neck tighter ever so slightly. His other hand tilted up his chin so Sam could fully look him in the eye. If looks could kill then Danny would be behind the trigger.

“You know how to address me. Try again”

“T-Thank you, Sir…” Sam quickly corrected himself.

Danny shook his head and gripped Sam’s jaw. His honey doe eyes were met with the lustful obsidians of the man above him. Sam wasn’t afraid to play with fire when it came to his bratty tendencies but no matter how high his crimes were stacked, Danny will always become the executioner.

“Since you don’t know how to control that mouth of yours, I’m going to put it to better use.” Danny removed his hands from Sam to free his throbbing cock from his jeans.

Like presenting an offering, Sam opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His heart was fluttering in his chest waiting for Danny to be buried deep into his throat. Danny tapped the head of his dick against Sam’s tongue and slid into him in one swift motion. Giving him no time to adjust, Danny began to thrust into Sam’s mouth.

“That’s right…fucking take it. Gag on me you little slut” Danny grunted out while placing both of his hands on the sides of Sam’s head and fucking into the back of his throat. A stream of tears and drool fell down Sam’s chin as Danny set a vicious pace in his throat. The sound of gags and broken moans was like a symphony to Danny’s ears. His thrusts stopped suddenly as Danny held Sam’s head down.

“Only good boys get to breathe and you are far from that. But I know you’d die happy if it meant you got to go out choking on me. Isn’t that right, Princess?”

Sam nodded to the best of his abilities then coughed as Danny pulled out. The rush of oxygen made his head feel dizzy and his cock throb, almost like a full body high without any drugs. Just being manhandled alone was enough to make him cum easily.

“Y-Yes sir…I’d be the happiest slut on this planet if it meant I got to worship your divine cock. I’d grovel at your feet every waking moment just to let you know where I belong”

While Danny was fluent in crude prose, Sam’s expertise was counteracting those obscenities with admiration. His bratty mouth may get him into trouble but it can also get him out. Danny leaned in close then placed his hand on the side of Sam’s cheek, slowly slipping his fingers towards the nape of his neck. With one quick snap, Danny grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Sam’s head back.

“It’s gonna take more than ass kissing to get you out of this, darling.” With pursed lips, Danny spat onto Sam’s tongue and smeared it around with the head of his dick. Sliding back into his throat, the sinful dissonance coming from Sam recapitulates. At the pace Danny was going, Sam’s throat was bound to be sore the next day. A fresh set of tears mixed in with the rest of the saliva running down his chin.

“I haven’t even touched your cock and you’re already making a mess of yourself. Fucking disgusting how you’re getting off from this”

That was the final nail in the coffin. It wasn’t often that words could get him to finish but mixing that with pitiless actions of his dominant counterpart became simply unbearable. Sam whined pathetically as he came on the floor without giving a proper warning. The temporary relief was short-lived as Danny pulled out of his mouth.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re just digging your grave deeper.”

Danny placed a heavy hand on the top of Sam’s head and pushed him to the floor.

“Clean up your fucking mess”

Sam winced and began to lick up the small pool beneath him. He glanced up to see Danny’s pleased reaction and swallowed up his release.

“I hope that was worth it because you’re not allowed to cum from now on. Do you understand?”

Sam whimpered and slowly nodded. Putting up a fight in this position wasn’t worth the trouble. However he did take solace knowing he had the choice to pick the punishment.

“You’ve disobeyed me too much today” Danny sneered while squatting down to Sam’s level.

“I’ve had it with your bratty ass today.”

In a lapse of judgment, Sam decided to add fuel to the already burning fire. He smirked then looked directly into Danny’s eyes.

“And what are you gonna do about it, Danny?”

Sam was awaiting another strike to his face but it never came. Instead something more ominous was looming on the horizon. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Danny yanked Sam off the ground and dragged him towards the modestly sized St. Andrew’s cross mounted on the wall.The grip on his hair was dropped as his cuffs were removed. Momentary freedom dissipated as Sam’s wrists and ankles were locked into place.

“I was going to let you pick your poison but I don’t think you deserve such a privilege”

Danny was seething at this point. A couple swatts to the ass wasn’t enough to get the point across. Glancing over at the matte black chest, lovingly called Pandora’s box, a different idea came into play. Sauntering over to the chest Danny opened it and fished out the item he was looking for. He walked back over to Sam and leaned close to his ear.

“Matter of fact, you don’t even deserve to look at me”

Taking away one of the core senses was one of a part of a punishment in Danny’s book along with many other stipulations. Sam swallowed harshly and bit his lip as the silk blindfold robbed him of his eyesight.

Danny had three different tiers of punishment depending on the crime: his hand, which was the equivalent of getting a slap on the wrist. The flogger, the sting of the leather was more of a putting you in your place method. The worst and final tier was the cane. That was bought out only if the most severe punishments were due.

“I better hear you count every strike. If you lose count then it starts back at number one. What’s your color?”

Sam took comfort knowing that if the safeword was said, everything stopped and he would be taken care of. Both of them go off of the color system: Green means “I’m good”, Yellow “Take it easy on me”, and Red “Everything needs to stop”.

“G-Green sir…”

The first blow of the cane smacked against Sam’s right cheek echoed through the air. With no warning, the sudden strike caused Sam to shriek in shock. It wasn’t long before the lingering sting began to set in. Catching his breath, he started to count.

“O-One”

The second strike hurt worse than the first since he was expecting it but actions had dire consequences.

“T-Two…”

*Thwack*

“How many was that, brat?”

Admiring the marks Danny has painted across Sam’s ass, he took a handful of his cheek and squeezed. Tears soaked through the blindfold and shaky breaths fell from Sam’s lips; crimson imprints adorned his alabaster skin.

“S-Six sir…”

Once he was satisfied with his work, Danny put down the cane and released him from the cross. The cuffs returned back onto Sam’s wrists as his knees kissed the concrete once more. It took a second for Sam’s eyes to adjust to the light when the blindfold was removed but the tears made it just a tad bit harder.

He glanced up to see Danny knelt down in front of him with that damned smirk. Sam let some more tears roll down his face in hopes that some mercy would be given but he was sorely mistaken.

“A hard head makes a soft ass. You could cry me a fucking river for all I care.”

Danny grabbed Sam’s chin and slowly licked up the stray tears. He watched Sam’s eyes roll into the back of his head as a deplorable whine rattled out of his chest, that very sound went straight to Danny’s already painfully hard dick.

“Oh, someone liked that. Does my precious little crybaby enjoy getting treated like a whore?”

Sam sniffed and slowly nodded. Danny already knew the answer but it was the humiliation aspect that really got him off.

“Pathetic. Get up and bend your ass over the bed”

Sam slowly got off the floor and made his way to the bed. Glancing down at his knees, he can see the bruising starting to form. Danny placed his hand on the center of Sam’s back and bent him over; the soft material of the sheets rushing against his chest and face.

“Mmmm…I’m going to ruin this fucking hole of yours, Princess” Danny purred while spreading Sam’s cheeks and spitting right onto his pulsing hole. Sam whimpered as he felt the saliva drip down. He was achingly hard and desperate for Danny to direct some sort of attention down below. The sigh of relief that rolled off of his lips when the single finger slid into him elicited a sinister chuckle out of the man above.

“Do you think you deserve my cock in your ass after all that trouble you put yourself through? Because I surely don’t think you do”

While one’s pain is another’s pleasure, he enjoyed watching the man below him spill at the seams. Danny thrusted his finger at an agonizing slow pace. Sam whined and tried to move his hips upward to get more friction. He needed more than just the finger; He craved the pure wrath of Danny.

“M-More…please sir”

He was greeted with another open palm to the tender side of his cheek. Sam winced as he was still hurting from the caning from earlier.

“You are in no position to make requests. You will take what I give you and be fucking grateful for it. Do I make myself clear?”

Sam nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes sir…I’m sorry”

“It’s really a pity. I was ready to fuck you stupid but I see the lesson hasn’t stuck. Do we have to start all over again?”

Sam shook his head in a panic and whimpered pleadingly. He knew if the process started all over again then it would be over before the beginning.

“Nonononono please don’t start over! I-I won’t be able to contain myself if you do…”

At this point, Sam didn’t care how desperate he sounded. All he wanted was Danny to fuck him to the point of no return. There was one last card in his hand that would get him anything he wanted and in a last ditch effort, he was ready to play.

“P-Please daddy…”

That two word phrase felt like a punch to the gut. Of course Sam would fight fire with fire just to have the odds in his favor. Danny pulled away from Sam all together then reached over to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Popping the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his hand.

He placed it back on the table and slowly stroked himself until he was deemed ready. Sam softly gasped as he felt the blunt tip teasing his rim. Within the blink of an eye, Danny slid himself in. Giving no time to adjust, he began to fuck Sam into the mattress. Danny had a vice grip on Sam’s hips as he pounded into him, fingers digging harshly into his skin. Staccato moans bounced off the walls with each thrust.

“Maybe I should fill all your little holes, yeah? Would that make your whore heart flutter?” He growled while sucking a deep hickey onto the junction of Sam’s neck.

Sam whined and clenched around him. The mix of Danny hitting his sweet spot and nails digging into his hips were beginning to be overwhelming to his senses. To add onto his canvas, Danny bit down on Sam’s shoulder with a long groan.

“Do what you please with me…f-fill all of me up, daddy”

Just those words alone almost made Danny finish. Slowing his thrusts down, he licked up the shell of Sam’s ear once more.

“Yeah? All you want to be my personal fuck toy. Well get this, Sammy…That’s all you’re gonna be…another hole to warm my cock. Say it, cockslut”

“I-I’m just another hole to warm your cock, daddy…”

Sam longed for Danny to give his neglected cock some attention but in true sadistic fashion, he loved to watch his boyfriend unravel into a puddle of nothing.

“Since I’m feeling generous, open your goddamn mouth”

Through the pornographic moans, Sam managed to open his mouth wide enough in order to obey Danny’s command. The taste of plastic melted onto his tongue as he recognized the toy.

“Does my little bitch like to be filled to the brim? Remember…it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full” Danny groaned while thrusting the phallic toy into Sam’s mouth in tandem with his thrusts.

If the filthy noises weren’t pouring out in the moment, they definitely were now. Sam could feel that familiar burn in his stomach building rapidly. He gurgled out a pathetic whine in hopes that Danny would grant permission for his release.

“Oh you’re gonna have to do much better than that. You haven’t even come close to earning the right to cum. Fucking hold it or this all stops. I have no problem edging you all night”

To test Danny’s threat was highly tempting but that reward would not outweigh the risk. If Danny says he will do something then best believe he will follow through. Sam’s now red cock was throbbing with burning wanton as he was being fucked from both ends. He could tell that Danny was starting to get close from his faltering thrusts. In a last act of desperation, he began to fuck himself against Danny’s length. It wasn’t long before Sam’s impending climax was lurking dangerously close. Pleading for release, all that came out what’s gargled moans.

“Do it. Be a good boy and cum around my cock”

Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came all over the sheets. If Danny didn’t have the tight grip on his hips then he definitely would have collapsed over. Letting out an animalistic moan, Danny released himself deep into Sam’s heat.

For a quick second, a few chaste kisses were placed on Sam’s shoulders. Both men hissed in unison as Danny pulled out and yanked the toy out of Sam’s mouth. The only thing that was audible was soft pants as Sam came down from his high. With carefulness, Sam was freed from his bonds. Gentle kisses were peppered on his wrists and palms but the tenderness of the moment was short lived.

“Oh you thought we were done? God I truly did fuck you stupid” Danny darkly chuckled while sliding the toy into Sam’s now sensitive hole.

“One more and then we’re done”

Sam let out a high pitched whimper and gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks but this time they were tears of pleasure.

“T-Thank you for using all my holes, daddy ! O-Oh fuck…”

A huge grin plastered itself across Danny’s face as he slowly thrusted the toy deeply into Sam.

“There’s my good boy. Sounds like you’ve finally found your manners.”

With each thrust, the warmth in his stomach came back with full force. Sam looked up at Danny and touched his face with a shaky hand. His legs began to shake as he was teetering dangerously close to his climax. Danny smashed his lips against Sam’s and swallowed his moans as he finished all over his abdomen.

Little stars clouded Sam’s vision as he descended from his last orgasm. He looked absolutely fucked out but it was one that suited him best. Danny softly patted his hip to let him know he’s pulling out the toy. A soft wince fell from Sam’s lips but the pain was over within a second. After putting the toy down, Danny grabbed a towel and wiped off Sam’s stomach.

“Let’s get you taken care of, sweetheart. I’ll be right back” Danny softly cooed while giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. Sam gently hummed and closed his eyes for a second. He heard the sounds of running water in the background and tried to stay awake. The little slumber was interrupted as Danny gently picked him up and walked to the bathroom. The aftercare portion was usually both of their favorite parts after a session in the dwelling. After being gently placed in the tub and sliding in behind him, Danny put up Sam’s hair so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Good lord I did a number on you” Danny laughed while tracing his fingers against the menagerie of hickeys decorating his skin.

Sam softly chuckled and smiled. “Walking is definitely going to be a chore for the next few days but it was so worth it”

Danny shook his head and wrapped around his waist. He placed a soft kiss on the back of Sam’s neck then rested his chin on his shoulder. Sam leaned into Danny’s chest and sighed happily.

“I love you, Danny Wagner. Forever and always”

Tag list: @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @ageofwagner @positivegvfthings @obetrolncocktails @sunandthemoontwinflames @highlyextensivebule @songbirds-sweet @jordie-gvf @takenbythemadness @puzzle-gvf

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #greta van smut #gvf #greta van fic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiskza #gvf smut #fallon’s thoughts #Fallon’s writing #sanny gvf

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myers-meadow · 1 year ago

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Dropping on by since I haven’t been here in a bit- ;v; sorry. I’ve missed ya bestie

so. otis. imagine your being like, dragged and yanked into his room by him, and your squirming a lot, so he whips around and wraps his hand around your throat…and you moan- but then like- instantly freeze, and just like. Flabbergasted. and your all like “…welp..I’ve uh..I’ve found out something about myself today…this is awkward now…”

But Otis doesn’t think it’s awkward at all. Infact, now he’s fascinated by you. Intrigued by what other noises you’ll make for him, without even being threatened to do so.

anyways that’s been rotting my brain, and I hope your having an amazing day/night/June, and I wish you well for this pride :D

❎-

SDLKFJSKFJ this is so good augoiugh

So glad to have you back, thank you for sending this delightful, delightful thought my way <33333

ooooooh you're in for it now!! He's gonna take full advantage of the knowledge that little moan just gave him ;;;

It's almost an experiment to him, to see what he can draw from you, which actions receive a whimper, which get a moan. He can't be nice about it either so you're getting overstimulated and denied before he even gets going proper;;;;

Also, even outside of these experiments of his, know that he knows you enjoy being manhandled like this... it's gonna happen. A Lot. Casually, in the kitchen, when he passes you by in the hallway, when you're brushing your teeth or folding up laundry.... anytime is fair game now ^^.

Love you friend!!! <3

xoxo

#otis driftwood #otis b driftwood x reader #otis driftwood x reader #otis b driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #ask #anon

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slay0368 · 2 years ago

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🎀🫶🏼 sanzu haruchiyo and his relationship with fem reader🎀🫶🏼

MINORS GET THE FUCK AWAY

Shitty writing,not proofread,sanzu brain rot

Warnings-anger issues,smut,size kink,hate fucking,slut shaming,sanzu being a dilf, ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 20,enemies to lovers.Yeah I think that’s about it

Sanzu haruchiyo

When mikey first introduced you as bontens new number 4 he saw you as a slut and nothing more but over the weekend he saw you with another man on his lap,laughing and giggling like theirs no end LET ME TELL YOU HARUCHIYO SAW RED. So it’s casual to say by the next day the guy who you were sitting on was gone ,done and dusted all together.

Eventually you and sanzu had to share a room for a mission and as you thought he went out and wouldn’t be back till like 6 hours later you whipped out your trusty vibrator NOT KNOWING THAT SANZU THERE HAD PLANTED CAMERAS TO WATCH YOU FUCKING CAMERAS 😇😇😇😇😇😇

So he planted them to catch you like tripping over or to catch your embarrassing moments but as soon as he opened the cameras he saw you using a bullet vibrator and let me tell you he turned the car around so fucking fast and sped to the house /villa passing all the red lights and as soon as he reached he barged in almost breaking the door and he low key says “having fun without me sweetheart?” While smirking. I AM DEAD. Y/n “fuck” “oh no honey I’m gonna fuck you now” when sanzu said those words she gasped and her mouth fell open when she saw him taking out his dick and let me tell you he was big- “sanzu I don’t think it’ll fit” “oh sweetheart I’ll make it fit”

and when he sees your expression he puts on his smug smile “ bigger than you expected right but you’re a big girl you can take it right?” It wasn’t a question and you knew “now use your big girl words and tell me what you want slut”

The look on his face when you tell him your a virgin- he was grinning like a mad man (I meaannnnn he already is one- 🥰😇🤡 )

“Awww my poor slut never had dick in her life huh don’t worry I’m gonna help with that”he said while scissoring you open with his long fingers and as you get wet enough he lines the tip of his cock and runs it up and down your slit “if you really want this dick then beg for it whore” as embarrassing the scene would’ve been sanzu enjoyed seeing your flushed face while begging him to fuck you like the whore you are “ please sanzu I want you to make me feel good I promise I’ll be a good girl” that was enough for him to push inside you slowly since he was kind enough to see that your a virgin

“Sanzu it hurts,hurts s much” you try to say but sanzu just sushes you and says “your the one begging for this dick right? Then take it like a good whore”

As he bottoms out blood can be seen dripping underneath both of them staining the white sheets. As he starts to move at a rough pace you cry at him to stop but he just moves faster “oh what was that? You want he to go fast right then here” “sanzu gonna cum” you say as you cream in on his cock but he maintains his speed, as you get overstimulated sanzus thrusts are getting sloppier and your about to have your 5-6? Orgasm damn you were too dumb on his cock to count “ gonna cum inside you slut, that’s all your good for” as his pace falters “you love being treated like this don’t you” as he cums inside you as you milk every last drop from his balls

“Damn you okay?” “Yea didn’t take you for the caring type tbh” as he cleaned you up and gave u food and cuddles “your mine from now on got that?” While cuddling you “I was always yours haru” you said while cuddling him deeper

The night ended with you both naked and cuddling until the next morning when rindou found you both cuddling under the covers at 10 am when they should be ready for the mission-

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW THANKS FOR READINGGGGG

Pls reblog and like!

ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SORRY IF ITS A BIT YK-

#bonten #haruchiyo x you #sanzu imagines #bonten smut #enemies to lovers #fluff #Bonten sanzu

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safetycar-restart · 2 years ago

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Hey, I’m the anon who sent the 4 part ask about Charles the other day 😅 I also sent one a lot earlier about the kinkmas pornstar!au. Those are the only two times I’ve ever sent asks and I just want to say thanks for making me feel so welcomed 😭 I was so anxious because I’m not that good of a writer but thankfully you’re great and developed my lil brain rot pieces into some beautiful cliterature ❤️ So as a thank you, I shall deposit this thought:

Crybaby!Charles cries every time he cums. And he’s a soft subby baby but I can’t help but think about a little overstimulation play with him. You’re his mommy, his dom, so he trusts you to know when he’s really at his limit and knows that you’ll always listen and take care of him. You’re his safe person so there’s no one else he trusts more for overstimulating him. No restraints because that would really be too much for him. Especially on his first try. But he’s so eager and happy to please mommy. So when mommy asks if he wants one more (yk to cum one more time) he’ll still fig deep and let out one more for you. Even though this is the second time you said ‘one more?’ And you always know how to read his tears. You’re so attentive that you learn and know the difference between happy to cum crying, feeling very sensitive crying and the whimpers that indicate his had enough.

Hopefully this one’s as ok as my first 2 😅 And if it’s ok with you, can I claim the 🦦 emoji?

Firstly I love this idea so much!!!! All your asks have been so good and I’m so glad you want an emoji so that we can know it’s you!!

Unfortunately that emoji is already taken, there’s a list of all the claimed emojis on my pinned post but I know sometimes tumblr doesn’t show the pinned post for some reason so here is the current list of claimed emojis: 💋 🍒 🍅 🍁🐞🍄🏉 🎃 🧡 🔥🧦 🛒🎮 🦁 🦊🍌 ✨ 🌙 🐥 🍋 🌛👩‍🌾 🐍 🐢🌱 🐬 🌊🫐 🍆 👾🍬 🌸🩰 🐇 ⛸️🪩📓 🪑🦦

So any other emoji is available :)) (also I would LOVE to see people claim these emojis: 🦉🌻⛄️🧂🧩🕯️🧬🛎️🪫🛸🍿🥀🧳🫀) so please pick another emoji and then let me know which one you’ve chosen and I’ll add to the claimed list and to the tags of this post :))

But anyway, let’s get back to your absolutely amazing ask!!

I think that at first, Charles would be very scared of overstimulation. Not because he didn’t want to cum so much that he couldn’t even remember his own name, because he absolutely did, but because he’s scared of how vulnerable he would he?

Charles is well aware that he’s already a subby baby, and so to add overstimulation would make him even more vulnerable than he already is and that’s scary. Very scary.

But then he meets you and you gain his trust and suddenly overstimulation isn’t scary anymore. Nothing is scary when his mommy is looking after him.

He has no doubt that you’ll push him, as he wants you to, but that you’ll never push him too far because you know exactly where his limits are. He can just completely submit without a care in the world because he knows his mommy will look after him and make him feel good.

You know he’s gonna start crying before you even start the scene, because he always cries after he cums and so you’re sure the tears will only increase as he cums again and again.

You’re right of course.

To untrained eyes and ears, Charles’s sounds and tears might seem the same always but you know better. Charles’s lack of ability to form words or sentences in scenes used to scare you, but now you understand his sounds like a full language.

It should also be noted that you keep on wiping his tears from his cheeks even though you know he’s going to be cumming again after this and will cry even more so there’s no real point in wiping his tears. But you do it because you know charles loves it, loves to have a little break from the overstimulation with you wiping his tears and kissing his forehead.

And of course aftercare will involve tears too, because he’s so vulnerable and subby and overwhelmed with all these big emotions and so you must hold him tight and let him cry softly in your arms until he’s ready to be cleaned up.

#soft soft vibes #sub!charles #cl #nsfw.#gn!reader

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imaginarianisms · 9 months ago

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Sansa could still feel a sharp sting in her brow and crimson trickling down a freckled cheek as she'd begged the Hound to take her. A man had dragged her off her horse, hands grasping at her to do gods know what and leaving the mare to run astray into the crowd but the knight had made quick work of him and separated his hands from his wrists, eliciting a frightened shriek from the maiden before the Hound placed her in a nearby streetcorner. Once Clegane placed her on his shoulder with a gentle grip she'd never expected the knight to have, she squeaked at the rough feeling of iron against her belly, dainty hands grasping onto the man for dear life, giving her thanks.

If my father were here this never would have happened, she thought, shaking her head as she tried with every bone in her body not to weep. Sansa wanted to go home back at Winterfell now more than ever. She'd tried to convince the King to show mercy to the people, to that mother with the corpse of her dead baby, to no avail.

How are the Lannisters ever going to defeat Stannis when he comes to sack the city if the smallfolk already hate their King and the Queenmother? The Lannisters rode ahead without her, Joffrey's betrothed. They left me here. The thought sent a chill down her spine as her blood boiled. If Joff had listened to her, this never would've happened. Who else was left behind? Sansa's blue gaze flickered across the hellscape of the rioting city as the chants of the King's rivals filled the air with Stannis! Robb! Renly! then several men took turns bashing in Lord Santagar in until he was no longer recognizable and as the people tore apart the High Septon, and suddenly, Septa Mordane and her father's rotting heads burned in her brain causing her to scream in horror and look away in terror, eyes fluttering shut as she began to sob, the sting hurting more as she tried to hide her face in the Hound's stained white cloak.

Thoughts raced in her mind as she tried to count who else had been lost in the fray, the noise of thousands screaming including the High Septon dragged down screaming by the crazed crowd begging the gods for mercy as they literally tore him to pieces making it almost impossible to hear anything else and the scent of blood, gore, and flesh filling her nose to the point where it was overstimulating the girl. If she didn't find her horse soon, she could very easily meet the same fate as the High Septon or worse. She ducks her head down as she just misses a rock and an egg thrown at her.

❝Ser, what about my horse?! I'd be much safer on horseback with you guarding me, foolish Ser Mandon abandoned me! 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡?!❞ Sansa cried out hopefully loud enough so he was able to hear her despite the roar of the riot all around them, hands grasping at his cloak. She had been left behind, too. Her father had always told her to always look out for those in your retinue should they get lost.

Then, the scent of smoke and flame caught her nose, a gasp leaving her lips.

❝Be careful, ser, a fire's started!❞ The Stark girl made sure to warn him, knowing all too well how he felt about the flames and not wanting the knight to get hurt.

She squints as she tries to find her horse before a gasp leaves her, the chestnut mare dashing down the street and trying to avoid the crazed crowd, neighing in distress, ❝There it is, ser!❞ she told the Hound, pointing at it. ❝We can make it if we're quick!❞

@asoulunbound || src.

#sansa stark. || ic.#interactions; sandor clegane.#dynamic; sansa & sandor.#mysterycflife #v; a clash of kings.#/ gore #/ cannibalism #/ child death #ppl are wildin out LMAOOOOO also im so sorry sandor she's using your cloak as a napkin ALGJAGLGAJGALJAGGJL #anyway HIIIIII <3333 it's rly interesting bc we never actually get a sansa pov in the riots of king's landing in the books so here we are !

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drchenquill · 3 months ago

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The results are out! Thank you for everyone that voted!

Now, which one was the lie? *drums roll*

The second was the lie! I'm pleasantly surprised at how many of you voted for it! The man hates exercise more than he hates himself. You will never see him jogging anywhere.

As for the two truths, I'll drop some OC lore for you all!

TW: mentions of death, incident , abuse and hallucinations Leon's parents died on his fourth birthday. Baby Leon wanted to go to a theme park for the occasion and wouldn't take no for an answer, so Mum and Dad packed their bags and got in the car. They strapped Leon in and drove off. Unfortunately, what no one could see coming was that it started to rain cats and dogs. They had to turn back, but baby Leon was only four and didn't understand the concept of "rain = no theme park". He threw a tantrum in his car seat. Stressed and overstimulated by the situation, combined with a very slippery road, dad lost control of the wheel and the car crashed, overturning into a small ditch on the side of the road.

"It's loud. The rain is pattering against the car window, at least what's left of it. I don't understand anything, only that my body hurts. I'm hanging upside down out of my seat, the blood rushing to my head.

Mum and Dad don't respond to my calls, no matter how loud. Loud sirens wail in the background, almost as loud as my crying. I am dragged out of the car by unknown hands, I don't understand what is happening around me. It was loud, people talking, bright lights blinding me, I want to go home, I want to go home, I want-"

The road was almost deserted because of the heavy rain, so they weren't found immediately. Perhaps an hour later, a stranger drove past them and called an ambulance. His mother died on the way to hospital from severe internal bleeding and a traumatic brain injury. His father died a few hours later from broken ribs, brain injuries and internal bleeding.

Now to his hallucinations!

As I may have mentioned, he was abused by his grandparents. This brought to the surface serious (undiagnosed) mental health problems. At the age of fifteen he had his first hallucination. He doesn't remember what it was, what made it appear, he just knows that he was terrified. As he had no one to talk to, no one to look after him, he kept it to himself. But as it got worse, he was desperate for help, so he told his grandmother. Let's just say it didn't go well. That was the moment he shut himself off completely. He wouldn't let anyone in, preferring to suffer alone rather than be called crazy or looked at with disgust. When he was in his early twenties, the liberating day came when his grandparents died (grandpa first, grandma a few days later). He thought he was free, rid of abuse, neglect and mistreatment, but his hallucinations took the form of his grandmother.

"A blurred figure stands in the middle of the room. A woman, small, with her back bent slightly because of her age. She is completely black, all I can see are those piercing, guilty eyes. They don't blink because they have to see my every mistake."

Nobody knows about it, the only ones who did, belittled him and now rot under the earth.

So that was a bit of extra lore! Thank you for voting and thank you for reading this! <3

2 Truths and a Lie Tag~

Thanks @the-golden-comet for the tag!

2 truths and a lie for my baby boy Leon! I keep it simple, I promise~

Tagging with no pressure @finickyfelix , @thecomfywriter , @theink-stainedfolk , @rivenantiqnerd , @oliolioxenfreewrites and open tag~

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writerscommunity #writerblr #wip #oc character

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flowhore · 2 years ago

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Can I get some Eddie friends to lovers smut?!

Reader dresses up as Eddie for Halloween and he actually gets turned on by it.

𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ˚ Eddie Munson x (f)Reader

𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 ˚ There's a Halloween party, and you are dressing as your best bud, Eddie. Good luck. ♡

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ˚ eighteen+ content, minors dni, alcohol use, friends to lovers, handcuffs, dry humping, male masturbation, thigh riding, contains sex, overstimulation.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 ˚ 7.4k

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 ˚ Still of the night - Whitesnake 87'

𝑒𝑡𝑐 ˚ This request sent me in a spiral...a deep brain rot. I KNOW Eddie had to love Halloween, cmon he loves playing pretend every day. Thank you for the inspiration !! ♡

𝑝𝑠 ˚ Send me requests! Love hearing from yall ♡.

⫘𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡/𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒/𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 & 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜.⫘

Your costume was almost ready for the Halloween party. You needed to find a couple more pins to finish off the jacket. The only thing is, Eddie is the only one that would have everything you need for the finishing touches.

Realizing you have to go to Eddies, you rush and pack your things up in your locker. You gotta find Eddie before he leaves. Running down the hallway to get to his locker there was no sight of him.

You see Mike and Dustin talking to each other,

"HEY ! WHERE IS ED ?!"

You shout at them from down the hall franticly.

Dustin puts his hands to his mouth to yell back at you.

"HE JUST LEFT!"

You shoot him a thumbs up as you run out the school doors to the parking lot. Scanning the lot looking for Eddies van. You see it already pulling out, You start running toward it waving your arms like a crazy person.

"EDDIE STOP !"

You scream. You see the break lights spark up as the van comes to an abrupt stop.

You finally make it to the driver-side window that's already down, out of breath, you hold on to the van, your head down and hold a finger up, motioning Eddie to hold on a minute.

Finally catching your breath you raise your head and shoot Eddie a smile, hand on hip, and raise your brow at him.

"what do you need now?" Eddie says rolling his eyes, knowing you only act like this when you need something from him.

You drop the act and hold your hands in prayer,

"I need to come over, I'm almost done with my costume, and I think that yo-"

"just get in"

Eddie cuts you off of your plead, A big smile grows on your face at him but he's looking away shaking his head at you.

You run around the car, swing the passenger door open and throw your bag in the back and plop next to Eddie.

You both sit for the short ride over to Eddies listening to his tapes at full blast in the car, jamming out like you always did when you were together.

Finally arriving at Eddie's, your mind starts to race, trying to remember exactly what you need. But also you can't take anything too obvious or he'll know what you are up to.

While you are deep in thought Eddie opens the van door for you, you step out and open the back and grab both your bags. Eddie then takes them from you, like you couldn't carry them yourself. You roll your eyes at his need to be a gentleman all the time.

Holding the door for you, you step into Eddies place. The smell of cigarettes and coffee still left out from the morning lingering in the air. You inhale and exhale deeply,

"Ah I love this place, so cozy."

Eddie scoffs at you.

He thinks you don't mean it but you do. Whenever you need a place to go Eddie's door is always open, late night campaigning, movie nights, even studying. Even though Eddie makes it difficult to study since he hates the idea of homework, you still would pick this place over yours any day.

You slip off your jacket and toss it on the chair in the corner where Eddie placed your bags.

"You hungry?"

Eddie asks you snapping you out of your thoughts.

"maybe what are we making?"

You walk over to the kitchen and join him in looking through the cupboards for something to make.

Searching, there wasn't much. A lot of canned soups and veggies, mac and cheese boxes, and spaghetti pasta. You think to yourself spaghetti sounds good, grabbing it.

You close the cupboard to see Eddie looking at two bottles of sauce, contemplating which one. Sometimes its like you two can read each other minds, or maybe you both are just craving some spaghetti.

You bend down to grab a pot from under the sink and go to fill it with water while Eddie is now searching the labels for one to shout 'pick me' at him. You bring the pot to the stove and turn on the burner.

"Eddie just pick one. please it's just sauce."

"but y/n what if I pick the wrong one and I ruin dinner"

you sigh and walk over to help him out.

Looking to see they are both the same sauces, you exhale heavily and look up at Eddie who is dying trying to hold in his laugh beaming at you.

You can't help but smile at his stupid attempts at pranks, you grab the sauce and walk away from him rolling your eyes.

"OH cmon I got you."

"yeah okay ed, sure"

You say to him sarcastically. He has no clue you're going to play the ultimate prank for the Halloween party. You smile to yourself just thinking about it.

"Here"

You place a bowl of Spaghetti in front of Eddie sprawled out on the couch.

Holding your bowl you plop next to him. He's got a scary movie playing on the TV, the intense music blaring every time the killer is near.

"YES"

Eddie yells just noticing the food in front of him. Shovelling spaghetti in his face like a starving caveman you cant help but laugh at him.

"hungry?"

You say as you giggle.

"very"

He says with a mouth full of pasta at you.

Now you are done with your pasta you look over to see Eddie knocked out beside you. You go and grab him a blanket and cover him up. The trailer is so quiet and peaceful while the beast is asleep.

Turning off the lights, you realize this is your moment to get what you need for your costume without him realizing it.

You creep over to his room, backwards, watching sleeping Eddie on the couch just in case he's faking it.

Making it to the room you search for his pins on the dresser. You grab whatever you see and put them in your pocket, feeling like a robber.

You also notice hand cuffs sticking out of one of the drawers, intriguing you, you grab them. What the hell is Eddie doing with these, you remember that he wears a handcuff belt so you take that too for the costume. You have everything you need for tomorrow now.

You walk back to the living room to shove your new items into your school bag quietly, the only thing is metal isn't quiet. You hear Eddie mumble awake from the noise, You quickly zip your bag and walk over to him.

He smiles looking at you, stretching from his nap,

"hey spaghetti master"

"hey sleepyhead"

His sleepy voice always made your heart sing a little, the rasp in it just sounded so good, that it never failed to heat your cheeks up. You kneel down and sit in front of him since his body is taking up the whole couch.

"when your ready, I gotta go home soon ya know"

"damn it already?!"

He yells dramatically at you making you chuckle.

"yes I need to finish up my costume for tomorrow"

"Just finish it here."

He whines at you. He always gets whiny when you want to go home, and always wants you to stay the night.

You never do, even though this place is your comfort it always seemed weird to you to sleep over, naps yeah but staying the night, just the two of you, never.

"cmon you big baby"

You tease at him, grabbing his keys from the table, and jingling them to get him up.

He groans and drags his body up, grabbing the keys from you.

"lets go princess"

He says to you as he rolls his eyes grabbing your bag.

Pulling up to your house you reach behind the seat and grab your bag.

"Thanks for the drive grumpy"

Eddie cracks a smirk looking out at the road.

"I'm not grumpy, I just wish you'd stay over for once. I don't bite you know."

He looks at you, a small pout painting on his face.

Making your lips curl into a smile, sometimes he was just adorable to you.

"Okay maybe tomorrow, since you'll probably be drinking anyways, I don't want you driving."

His face lights up at you.

"MAYBE I SAID!"

You yell as you open the door to leave.

He rolls the window down, waiting for your goodbye, you walk up a bit to your door,

"Thank you good sir"

You bow to him and blow a kiss.

He grabs the floating kiss and shoves it in his mouth to eat it.

You gasp and run inside, hearing him giggling from the car.

Eddie pulls off, now it's time to work on the costume.

The final bell ringing in your ears like daggers. Finally, it was time to go home and get ready for the party. You rush out of class down to where eddies locker is to see him surrounded by his club members.

“Please no one will even know we're not seniors, just tell us where is it!” One of his little minions pleaded to him.

“I'm sorry little ones, I can't just give you the info, I’m not even sure I'm invited”

You chime in,

“You're invited and you’re going”

His face lights up seeing you walk over to him even though your face is giving attitude.

“Of course, I would be going even if I wasn’t invited, it's HALLOWEEN!”

He yells theatrically as his hoard of members disperses upset he won’t let them come.

“is your costume all ready?”

He asks you as he shoves all his things away in his locker.

“as It’ll ever be, get excited”

“oh I am”

He says with a smirk.

You both head out to his van and he drops you off at home.

“Remember no driving.”

You give him a stern look.

“yes I know it's only like a ten-minute walk from mine anyways, it's longer for you”

He pauses for a second,

“Eddie I’ll survive don’t worry”

“Make sure, if you change your mind I don’t have to drink.”

“shhhhh” you yell at him, climbing out of the van and closing the door.

You rest your arms on the open window and smile at him,

“see you tonight”

He blushes at you, always looking adorable before we part.

“see you”

Blowing him a baby kiss and he catches it and stores it in the glove box.

You look in the mirror, making sure everything looks right. You got your tight jeans on with the rips in the knees, dangling the handcuffs you found on the side of the jeans, but covered by the shirt. You tore up a hellfire shirt, it's Halloween, gotta make it sexy somehow. It’s got the perfect rip, just enough to see your cleavage.

You have one of your old leather jackets on and you ripped the sleeves off an old jean jacket you had. Adding the pins you stole from Eddie on it. You also add some of his rings with your own. You curled and teased your hair to get that signature Eddie Munson look.

Even did a smokey eye with a red lip, if Eddie was a woman he would definitely be stunting a red lip. You finished off the look in white heels, the only white shoes you had and you weren’t about to steal Eddie's shoes.

You step back in front of the mirror, You actually looked pretty good as Eddie. The freak looks good on you. Excited to finally show Eddie you look at the time, shit, you're late already.

You turn off all your lights, spray some perfume and run out the door.

The fall air smelt so warm but gave your body temperature the opposite, even with the two jackets, the little rips in your shirt was freezing you.

The burn in your heels started to kill, even though you were almost there, you kick yourself for not just wearing your converse. With all the breaks you were taking you knew you were going to be late as hell.

The only thing keeping you from turning back and changing shoes was the fact that you knew Eddie was waiting on you, probably worried, ready to go get the van at any moment.

Finally making it to the party, you wait outside a minute. Leaning on a tree, check on both your aching feet, letting them rest a moment before you try to walk inside and have everyone look at you fumbling.

“No way, you’re dressed as the FREAK ?!”

You hear a voice beside you, one of the basketball players dressed as a zombie arriving and noticing you.

You shoot him the finger with a nasty look.

“Hot.”

He says smiling as he walks to the party almost tripping watching you.

Now regretting coming to the party altogether, Eddie really is the only reason you are still here.

Your feet finally start to relax into your heels now that you’re not running a marathon anymore. You check that your hair is still puffy and fix your shirt, ready to go in.

The loud echos of music surrounded the abandoned store your peers decided to host the party at. All lit up with pumpkins and toilet paper, and some of your classmates were already drunk in the front throwing up. Ah, high school parties. You take a deep breath as you open the front door.

Two girls dressed as angel and devil fly by you as you open the door giggling, almost making you fall over. You walk into the party, The music is blaring you can’t even hear any conversations around you. Overwhelmed by how many people there are and the noise, you try to navigate to the kitchen to find a drink, hopefully, to calm your anxiety from just being here.

“THE HOT FREAK WOOOOO”

You hear the same frat boy screaming at you, seeing he has a drink in his hand you go over to him.

“I need one of those to deal with you”

Catching him off guard his face falls and he goes to get you one fumbling through the people.

As you wait for your drink you look around for Eddie, you don’t wanna miss him seeing you. You worked hard as a robber just for his reaction.

A drink waves in your line of vision. Frat boy is back.

“thanks” you grab the cup and cheers him.

“WOOOOOOOO” he screams right in your ear after he downs the whole drink.

You’ve had your fill of frat boys for the night after that. You start to drink, the taste was repulsive, it made the hairs on your back stand up, feeling the burn down your throat.

You keep sipping on your drink as your ears become used to the volume of the music, still searching around for Eddie. Passing by couples making out and people shot gunning beers around you.

Seems you are walking circles around the party over and over now. Maybe Eddie ditched you, you think for a moment you don’t blame him, this place was a lot.

Your drink now dwindling almost empty you walk over to the kitchen and grab another drink. You look down at your feet to see a couple making out on the floor, you roll your eyes and sink down to their level and set into the realization that your friend stood you up.

They look at you weirdly and end up leaving. Like you’re the weird one here. You down your second drink soaking in the sadness of being stood up. You stand up and sit up on the counter, at least to watch everyone else having fun with their friends, instead of the dirty floor. Grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl, you decide to make the best of it, you are already here.

You see all the cliques still sticking together even at a party, it’s like lunch but everyone is babbling idiots even more.

“ HEY FREAK !”

You see your frat lap boy has found you again.

Letting out a deep sigh,

“yes zombie boy?”

“you know you look very hot, VERY hot.”

His words slur and eyes cant even stay open at his own will.

“yes thank you, have you seen Eddie?”

You decide to make use of this idiot, and see if he can help you.

“MUNSON?!”

He screams at you making your ears ring.

“Do you know any other eddies?!”

You snap back at him in annoyance.

“YOU AND THE FREAK KISSING IN A TREE K I S-“

“It’s sitting in a tree..” you try to correct him but he’s already storming into the crowd of peers still singing the lyrics wrong.

Grabbing your third drink you head into the backyard, Sitting on the steps looking out at the dark forest, the chilly air biting at your skin but not as harsh anymore. At least you know the alcohol is working.

“Have you seen y/n?”

“ew freak”

You hear in the far distance. It has to be Eddie.

You see a cloaked figure going up to clumps of people asking your name.

Excited you try to hide so you can scare him.

You listen closely to the foot steps in the wet grass. Closer and closer they get, until you hear a hand grab the stairs handle.

“BOO” you jump out from the corner right in Eddies face.

Making him jump back almost falling over.

“Y/N !”

You giggle watching him get angry at your prank, waiting for him to look up and see you.

You walk down to where he is and he’s looking at you head to toe. Eyes soaking in the whole costume, raising a brow and the stolen rings and pins.

“no way…”

“y/n you did not dress as ME !!?”

You beamed at him blushing and hiding your face.

So giddy from his reaction, and those drinks.

You do a twirl, “do you love ?”

He watches you biting his lip, tilting his head watching you,

“I love indeed”

You slap his arm,

“Eddie you perv I'm literally you”

Still watching you like your everything,

“you wear me a whole lot better than me”

He says in a low voice making your cheeks burn. He’s never looked at you like that before.

You clear your throat trying to whip out your thoughts, he was just being nice.

“Well look at you !”

You beam at him trying to snap him out of the trance he’s in watching you.

“Vampire Eddie”

You say now actually looking at him, he looks hot. Not in the adorable way he usually does. The teeth and blood dripping down his chin with the stupid cape suited him. You liked what you saw, maybe you had one too many drinks but you were soaking him up.

“I'm here to suck your blood ah ah ah”

Eddie now trying to snap you out of your trance looking at him. He's scratching the back of his neck, He only does that when he’s nervous. You both awkwardly chuckle, the tension between you is so weird. Something foreign, forbidden even.

“ THE FREAKS !!!! “

Oh no not him again. You both look over to the zombie boy making an undead walk over to us with 3 shots in his hand. Once he was close, you both grabbed a shot from him, making him smile.

“EVERYONES DOING SHOTS TOGETHER GET INSIDE”

He orders us, seems he’s on gathering duty.

You and Eddie shrug at each other and walk inside to join everyone else with shots in their hands waiting.

“OKAY, LET'S GO EVERYONE ONE, TWO, THREE, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!”

Zombie boy shouts at everyone and the room went quiet as everyone took their shots followed by gross noises of people reacting to the sting of the shot. Your throat burned and your face cringed looking at Eddie, he was perfectly fine, this man took the shot like water.

“Another?” he asks you in your ear softly.

“uh yeah sure.” You smile at him, trying to completely ignore how his whisper made your thighs clench.

Eddie pours you both shots and you sit up on the counter in front of him, his eyes are like arrows, piercing your body, everywhere he looks. You inhale deeply and shake your head at the thoughts racing in your head. Why was he looking at me so differently than early before...

“cheers freak”

He smirks at you,

“cheers vampire princess”

You tease back at him.

You clink glasses and down the shot.

“FREAKS FREAKS FREAKS FREAKS”

You hear a chant starting behind you, and turn to see everyone watching the two of you cheering you on for another shot.

Eddie shoots you a shrug, “gotta give the people what they want”

Another shot in hand you both raise it for the classmates chanting freaks at you two. Downing another shot, you hear everyone cheer, then go right back to their other party activities.

You're still wincing from that shot, eyes closed and lips pursed.

You feel eddies hand on your chin, “such a baby” he teases you.

“shut up I don’t drink like you Munson”

“ou not Munson she's mad!”

He says chuckling at your sudden grumpiness.

You needed Eddie to keep his hands to himself, your body was starting to crave him. He's one of your best friends, everything about this felt wrong. But the way he’s looking at you, it isn’t the same as before. Maybe you just never noticed until now. Did Eddie like you? His hand was rubbing your knee as you study his every move now, trying to solve the mystery in your head.

He shoots you a smile,

“Let's dance?”

You raise a brow at him, he’s never asked you to dance before, even at school dances.

But your body was starting to feel the alcohol and you really did want to dance.

You put your hand in his and he drags you into the crowd of the peers you both scoff at every day.

Dancing with Eddie was extra fun because he didn’t care what people thought of him, he was dancing like he was in his room alone and you loved it. Inspired you to just let loose and enjoy the music with him, feeling confident you both just danced together, giggling every now and then. The surrounding people just melting away, it was just you and Eddie, beaming at each other, enjoying each other like you always do but, damn he felt so free in the best ways possible.

After dancing for a while, You both plopped on the gross dusty couch in the living room in between two couples sucking faces. You are both heavy breathing from all the dancing, you look at each other and smile. Eddie grabs your hand, “That was fun” lifting it up weakly as you both are limp bodies. You nod to his comment.

It really was fun letting loose with Eddie. You leave your hand in his, loving the feeling and not caring about that weird tension from earlier, this was your best friend, who cares if you thought he was hot, he is. Nothing wrong with that.

The speakers start to blare Thriller, Eddie looks at you enticingly ready for round two of dancing, you roll your eyes and resurrect your body with him and jump back into the crowd.

As the party starts to die down, you and Eddie decide it's time to go. Walking out into the crispy fresh autumn air, finally out of the cramped overheated party. Your skin can finally breathe out here, that old chill now feeling like a blessing over your burning skin, you close your eyes in comfort as Eddies got his arm wrapped around your shoulder guiding you the way to his place.

Once you are done soaking in the sweet cool air you open your eyes and look up at your beautiful vampire. Blushing at how he looks good even from the angle you are at, cramped into his arm on his chest. You wrap your left arm around his waist squeezing him. He chuckles at your touch, you leave your arm wrapped around him. You sigh and let out something you should’ve kept in your head,

“You’re pretty as a vampire ed.”

His silence makes you look up and he's grinning so wide looking straight ahead then down at you,

“you really think so?”

His vampire teeth poking out from his grin, looking so enticing to you,

“mm yes very”

You say as you watch his lips. He licks them pulling in his bottom lip a little, your hypnotized by them.

He looks up to keep guiding you, if it wasn’t for his guidance you'd both be sleeping at the party right now.

Finally, you look up to see Eddies van, and his uncles parked together.

“Wayne’s home?”

“mm, he’s excited to see our costumes before he goes to work”

A ping of embarrassment strikes you. You’re the slutty version of his nephew. Eddie looking at you concerned now because you’ve stopped walking.

“Eddie I’m dressed-“

“stop you look amazing, he’s going to love it.”

He tries to ease your anxiety.

You hold your breath as Eddie holds the door open and you see Wayne sitting watching TV, immediately shutting it off when he sees you, eyes beaming at the two of you.

“You two look great! Stay right there.”

He franticly runs over to the dresser in between the hall, grabbing his polaroid camera.

“Now smile big”

You and Eddie give Wayne some huge smiles and goofy poses. Him just taking our photos makes him so happy he's beaming at us.

“I almost thought I was gonna miss your costumes, I’m running late already.”

“y/n you do Eddie better than HIM !”

“Get outta here stop boosting her ego” Eddie protest at Wayne making all of us smile

“See ya kids in the morning”

He says as he runs out the door franticly, he really waited up for us just to see the costumes.

Once Wayne’s car pulls out, Eddie grabs your hand, twirling you around.

“I’m really loving this costume.”

He starts playing with the pins on your jacket, his brow furrows,

“How did yo-“

“I’m a robber” you confess abruptly.

Making him chuckle at you,

“you’d make a horrible criminal ya know?”

You look at him and shoot him a tongue in response.

“When can I have these back?”

His eyes are pouring into yours as you notice he’s caressing the collar of your jean jacket, slowly. His whole body changing, intense, you were a deer in headlights, stunned at him.

“whenever you want?”

You crack a weak smile at him and squeeze out of his touch. Trying to collect yourself, maybe he’s just drunk. Gotta get him in bed tucked in and hell pass out like he always does.

You walk over to the kitchen to grab a glass of some water for him, you fill up a cup and turn and yelp, he was standing beside you.

Your yelp made him laugh,

“scared ?”

“pft never drink your water”

You hold out the glass to him and he downs it like a shot.

Rolling your eyes, “not like a shot Eddie”

“but I want to suck your blood instead”

He says grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You pressed onto his chest, your hand on him to keep your balance.

You smile at his roleplaying,

“you want a stinky metal heads blood?”

Poking fun at him, you'd hope it would offend him.

But he's looking at your lips,

“sorry say that again?”

He's mesmerized? By you? Your lips? You can't fathom it, no way.

“ed..”

You say as you push him off lightly and he flys into the wall dramatically,

“ow”

He says playfully at you with a grin painting on him. You look at him against the wall, head tilted to the side, fangs poking out of his grin, man he was a sight to soak in right now. His eyes look you up and down. Your nerves spike and send shivers through your body the way he watches you.

You walk over and grab his hand guiding him to his room, planting him on his bed, and sitting up on the edge. He watches your every move, lost in a daze.

You start to untie his silly vampire cape, trying to get the huge knot out that he did earlier. As you struggle, he grabs your hand and squeezes, making it fall. He undoes the knot himself, not even looking down at it, just at you, your body.

He shrugs the cape off himself.

You go to put one of his tapes on but you hear him get up from the bed as you place the tape in. You press play and the music plays just loud enough so you can’t hear where he is now. You turn expecting him to be behind you but he isn’t.

You see him walking back into the room with the glass you gave him before now with more water, “drink” he says to you placing it on the dresser. You drink a little, noticing it’s ice cold, Eddie added some ice for you, just the way you like it.

The small gesture makes you smile, he knows you. He plops back down on the bed and you walk back over to him with your water and place it on the bedside table.

“did you want your stuff back now?” you ask as you stand between his legs.

Looking up at you his eyes lit up,

“Yes lady Munson, I do.”

The nickname makes you twist your mouth into a grin, you cant try to hide that you liked it.

He tugs on your jacket, motioning you to come down to his level. You plant your knees on the floor and lean back into your heels. He's now looking down at you sitting on the floor beneath him, the tiniest curve of his lip watching you for a moment. He starts to take off the pins on your jacket, moving his eyes to meet yours every now and then while you relax and hum to the music. He gathered them all in his hand and dropped them on the side table.

He watched you as he slipped off the jean vest from you, letting it fall to your feet. Something so simple sent a chill up your back.

You try your best to break the tension, your scared of your own feelings right now. Your heart is bursting just looking at him, in this new way. You always thought he was attractive but, you knew he would never see you that way, ever. Him looking at you like this was what you only imagined in your dreams. Feeling dazed watching it happen you are confused if it’s even real or if your imagining things that aren’t there.

He grabs your hand, slowly pulling off each ring. One by one, collecting them in a pile between his legs. Once done with the first hand he places it on his knee to stay. He starts on the next one, you watch his fingers wrap around yours, so soft, pulling the rings off so slow you feel every inch of your fingers being touched by his.

Placing all the rings on the table he tries to move but you grab his hand, stopping him. Looking back down at you, you don’t dare look up. You had no clue why you were doing it back to him but your nerves were shot, you take his right hand and start to pull his rings off. Collecting your own pile now, he chuckles when you go too slow on the last one. You drop his hand and go to the other. The hand you dropped is now caressing your shoulder, pulling at your leather jacket, lightly. You still don’t dare to look up at him, you finish the rings and place them with yours.

Back between his legs, his hand lightly grabs your cheek, bringing your face to look at him, still resisting, you look around the room.

“going shy on me y/n ?”

“maybe”

You say in a low voice, not meaning to but it came out that way.

He tugs on your jacket, you give in shrugging it off to join the vest on the floor.

“I like what you did here”

Making you look at his fingers pointing at your rips in the hellfire shirt.

“your not mad, I disgraced the shirt?” you look up at him questioning

“you look too good to be upset.”

His words confirm he’s been feeling the same as you have, even sobered up a bit makes you believe him even more. It wasn’t just you. Your body heats up, cheeks burning as you realize.

He tugs at the rip right on your chest and peaks in, his face flushes, and you swat his hand.

“Eddie!”

He's chuckling “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself,” he says as his hands are in the air.

You roll your eyes at him being a perv, but you couldn’t help that it enticed you, you did dress for him, why shouldn’t he see you, all of you. You blush at your own thoughts.

With Eddie still watching you, you bravely tear the rip a little more, making a small tiny sound, he watches your fingers pull the fabric, inhaling sharply, he knew you were inviting him.

His eyes flashed up to yours in wonder, wondering if you were sure.

You move your hands from the shirt, place your hand slowly and softly on your lips, pressing it in, lifting it to blow him a kiss like you always do, but this one meant something completely different.

His eyes widened at your gesture, and his hand flew up mid-air catching it, bringing his fingers to his mouth and biting his fingers lightly.

You absent-mindedly pull your lip in and bite it, you craved him. You wondered what it would be like to be kissed by Eddie, to have his lips on you.

You decide to get off your knees and stand above him again, he leans back into the bed more, inviting you into his lap, an invitation you accept.

He spreads his legs so you’re sitting right between them, you look at each other like your words are failing you both in this moment, just eyes telling each other everything they want to say, You blushed at the non-verbal affection, you both knew each other well enough to know, even if we never looked at each other like this before, you could just feel it. The yearning for each other, like it’s been suppressed for years, both never realizing the others feelings.

And with one last look in his eyes, his eyes get heavy and so do yours, moving in slowly, you feel his heart beating in your palm as it rests on his chest. You feel his breath on your aching lips, and he crushes his lips into yours, both breathing each other in as your lips combine, holding it, you both let go and look at each other again.

He brings his hand to hold your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, you press your lips into him, missing them already. He pulls you off and switches positions with you instantly in one move, you are now under him.

Hovering over you he watches you squirm at your new position, He plants you another kiss, and you can feel his fake vampire teeth poking into your lip, the pain sending waves through you.

You go to touch his hair and he lets you, you always played with his hair when you would relax on the couch, but when you do it in his sleep, he moans, and you wondered if-

He lets out a small exhale as you wrap your fingers in the back of his hair, yeah, he likes it. You blush at his pleasure, the noises he makes always made your thighs clench.

He sits up, looking at you in your costume, scanning your body beneath him, he stops at your waist, his face puzzled, and then wide-eyed in shock.

“Is that my, uh..”

“your handcuffs?”

“um yeah where did you get tho-“

“Why do you have them ?”

You snap back really wanting to know the answer,

Your question seems to have sparked something in him, now he's grinning like the devil himself at you.

He un-clamps the handcuffs from your waists and twirls them in his hand looking at you,

“ you sure you want to know lady Munson?”

Your eyes grow wide in excitement, you really did want to know but you couldn’t utter the words.

He leans down kissing you as he runs the cold metal across your chest making you yelp into his mouth, the cold steel shocking your hot burning skin.

He’s grinning down at you,

He tosses the cuffs on the bed showing you mercy, he starts to kiss your neck lightly as he works his way to your exposed chest from the rip, planting kisses on the half-clothed skin. He runs his tongue along the same spot he ran the cuffs, his tongue so warm you let out a tiny muffled moan. He looks up at you immediately,

“Keep doing that I’ll never stop,” he says to you almost with a whimper.

He backs up from your chest and grabs a handful of your shirt in each hand, he rips it, harshly, exposing your skin to him, he kisses all the new skin, ripping the shirt completely off of you, watching your body as you rub your thighs together, trying to get friction any way you can.

You could feel the strong intense burning inside of you, the want for him. He plants kisses down your stomach until he's at your jeans, undoing them and pulling them off of you, exposing your panties in front of him. He pulls on the side of them from your hip, giving you the tiniest bit of friction, and making you inhale. “I like these too,” he says as he lets it go and it smacks on your skin.

Your brows furrow, your want for him is making you hot and heavy, weak even. He grabs your ankle and pushes it up, the same as the other. He presses his hard budge onto your wet panties, the pressure alone makes your chest spring up, he takes advantage of that kissing your chest, leaving you marks along your skin, as he keeps rubbing himself on you, both moaning from the pleasure, his moans fueling your fire.

You take what you learned from Eddie and switch positions, he's now beneath you, you start to undress him, pulling his shirt up, kissing down his chest, to his little patch of hair, his happy trail, you press kisses watching his head fall back from watching you. You undo his belt, then his jeans, slipping them off of him. His cock was freed from the jeans and tented in his boxers.

Not leaving much to the imagination... you feel your mouth water just looking at him. He sits up to kiss you and grabs you, by the waist with one hand, the other pressing the cold cuff down your stomach making you moan into him, eyes full of lust. He lays you down and your hands wander to his hair his hand stopping you, the cold cuff clamping on your wrist, you look at him, his eyes dark and full like fire, and he cuffs your other hand, swinging the cuff chain behind the bed frame pole, looking at you squirm he smiles, the vampire teeth still poking out, you didn’t mind the cuffs, you loved the pain it gave when you tried to touch him, oddly enough the pain felt good mixed with the sweet pleasures he was giving you.

He watched you trying to satisfy yourself with your own thighs again, smirking at the idea that you think it will work. He slides his thigh between your legs right against you and your clits pleasure makes you moan, you start to grind on his thigh as he watched you, please yourself on him, his eyes piercing into you as your wrist starts to burn, wanting to touch him so badly. “Eddie” you moan his name,

“fuck don’t do that,” he says closing his eyes at your words, reaching for himself, he wraps his hand around his own cock and starts to stroke himself. Watching him please himself made your eyes wander, it was exciting to see like you were watching something you weren’t supposed to.

He watched you as you kept moaning through the grinding as he slowly teased himself, you can't help but stare at his hands around his cock and feel jealousy pour through you.

“Ed..let me..please” you watch his eyes look at you, drinking the vision of you in. He leans in and kisses you, removing the cuffs from you, and kissing your wrists.

Your hands go straight for his cock, using both hands you twist lightly and squeeze up and down his shaft, making sweet moans pour off his lips, you slip out from under him and lay him on his pillow. You bring your lips to his, still jerking him, letting his moans melt into your kisses, “fuck y/n I need you”

His want for you, makes you waste no time, you climb on top of him, teasing his tip around your entrance, your wetness soaking his head, he struggles to find a condom with his free hand while you tease him and toy with him. He finally finds one and lifts you up, sitting himself up. He slips the condom on and you lock eyes with him.

You guide him to your entrance and you press your lips into his. You slowly sit on his throbbing cock, both your mouths open in hard moans, moaning into each other as he stretches you out, your walls consuming him, the pain slowly turning to pleasure as you ride him slowly, seeing him turn into a mess beneath you, kissing and sucking your exposed skin as you push and pull him into you.

“F-fuck”

He breathes into your skin as you sit down hard, taking as much of him as you can, making a muffled moan crawl out of you from the painful bliss, The feeling of his cock filling you up drove you wild, and your hands crept over to his hair, he grabbed your wrist,

“Baby, are you trying to kill me?”

You grin at his words, planting kisses all over his sweaty forehead.

He pulls you off of him lightly and presses you into the bed, your ass up in the air exposed to him, you feel his thumb searching your slit, until you let out a moan, finding your clit, he starts running circles, your arousal surely pooling around him now, you feel him bring his hand around your thigh, to keep circling your clit, you feel his cock at your entrance again,

“ready lady Munson?”

“yy-yes e-d” is all you can murmur as his fingers are rubbing your clit, and you feel the pressure building in you.

He pushes himself inside you, deep, the new position giving him access to fill you with him even more, You cry out at his cock filling you, bruising your walls, with the sweet circles around your clit, you were in heaven, the noises coming from both of you was pure bliss. You two were in your own world, lost in each other, pure pleasure.

You felt your burning growing more and more until it became unbearable, you try to mumble to him that you are close,

“I know baby, I can feel you, all of you.”

“cum for me y/n”

“cum all over me”

He coaches you, pleading for you,

It's all you need to send you over the edge, spiralling in bliss as you close your eyes, pure electric pleasure pumping through you, all over Eddie and his moans as you come undone matching yours, you fall apart together,

Waiting a moment as you two throb inside each other still, panting, reeling off of your orgasms,

you both come to the realization.

You just fucked your best friend.

“fuck it was perfect”

You hear Eddie whisper against your back, still inside you, like he read your mind,

“it was”

You agree blushing.

Eddie slides out of you making you yelp small at the emptiness.

He grabs a towel from his drawer, helping you clean up, you return the favour for him, eyes still burning in lust for each other, even after.

You both get in the bed, still naked and sigh relaxing into each other, you start to play with his chest hair, twirling it between your fingers, looking up at him, smiling.. thinking of all the things you two have yet to do together..

“again lady Munson?”

𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠..

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