Imagine Jacaerys Who Is The Sweetest Person To Be Betrothed To, Jace Who Upon Meeting You Takes Your

imagine jacaerys who is the sweetest person to be betrothed to, jace who upon meeting you takes your hand softly bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it. jace who will stand up to aegon when he makes an inappropriate comment to you. jace who gives you sweet gifts that range from jewelry to new dresses to sweets early in the morning. jace that makes your heart swell with pride when he stands up for himself and luke at the family dinner. jace always keeps his hand in yours or has his arm around your waist to show others that you’re his <3.

Falling asleep in bestfriend!Eddie’s bed

You’d spent another Friday night with Eddie, munching on snacks, yapping for hours while he tidied up his room and fiddled with his guitar, before reaching for a movie and setting it up in his bedroom to watch. You’d planned on having your best friend drive you back home shortly after it was over, but when the ending credits started rolling and your eyelids got heavier, you’d barely heard him mumble something until you’d completely succumbed to sleep.

He walks back in with a glass of water, asking you another question and getting no response, when he sees your hands clutched onto one of his pillows, a leg propped up, and breaths so soft- he immediately goes quiet at the sight.

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You lay against a soft mattress, lingering spice on sheets you’d been snugly tucked into, and an arm draped around your back, when you wake up and realize you’re not in your own room.

A light snore beside you shakes you out of your confusion, as you become aware that you’d fallen asleep at Eddie’s. In his bed.

You turn your head to see the man himself with his mouth parted slightly and a cheek pressed to a pillow.

You can’t help yourself, and it seems like a safe bet, so you reach out a gentle hand to push a curl from his eyes, when he stirs at your touch.

Oops.

“Mmnh?” He groans, letting out a yawn as you fight off a smile, when he remembers who’s next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. What’re you doin’?” He grumbles.

“I fell asleep here.”

“Mhm.”

“And you tucked me in.”

“I did.”

A moment passes before you decide to ignore his initial question, when the arm that was resting along your sleeping form moves to pull you in closer, “c’mere.”

You gladly oblige, but can’t hide the nerves that heat your cheeks.

“What’s- what are we doing, Eds?”

“It’s Saturday. We’re sleeping in a little longer.”

“Okay..” you rest your head against his chest, wondering why he’s acting like this is something you do all the time.

“Later on we can go down to the lake or somethin’. Grab a bite? If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” you trail off, honing in on his heartbeat that’s racing underneath his cool demeanor.

“Kay. Get some more sleep, sweetheart.”

And with a sly kiss to your forehead, his breaths slow back down, when you decide to return the favor and peck him underneath his chin, and his heart’s hammering all over again.

“Night, Eds.”

Divider by @strangergraphics

May i please request prompt 46 for jace? After their first time maybe and she'd want to do it again :)

hi, love!! im so sorry it took me so long to fulfill your request but it's finally heeere. I did it sliiighty different, but i still hope it is to your liking. thank you for your request and pls enjoy!! ily🤍✨

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The eye contact was killing you, your thighs laying on top of his as he brushed his fingertips in your soft skin. Nothing but your thin nightgown was covering your nudity as he hungrily stared at your body. You were nervous; hands shaking, sighing breathlessly as your heart beated faster with anticipation. His brown eyes were digging holes in your skin with that longing they reflected, yearning to finally have a taste of you, and begging for you to nod and give him the green light he so desperately wanted.

Your hands were on top of your mound, holding the piece of fabric in its place so you can be covered and feel less exposed. You knew this was going to be embarrassing for you, having him kiss such a private part of you felt wrong and sinful… and some part of your mind was scolding you for merely considering it.

As his touches reached your hips under the gown, your cheeks felt warm and your mouth agape. Jacaerys smiled softly at you, giving you that feeling of comfort that you needed at that moment.

"I will stop if you don't want it," he whispered, tracing invisible circles on your skin. "Do you want it?"

You bit your lip thinking in your answer as you slowly released the pressure you were putting on the part of the gown that was covering that intimate part of you. Jace smiled softly, expectantly looking for an answer behind your pretty eyes. You wanted to please him, be a good maiden and please your prince; and, as Jace said, you may as well enjoy it as much as him; the only thing you needed to do was to open your legs to him.

So without saying a word, that is what you did. The gown was lifted by innerce, leaving your core exposed to the hungry eyes of the man that was ready to devour you. You closed your eyes as an instinct, not liking the feeling of vulnerability you were experiencing with this. However, you heard a soft moan leaving your lover's lips and that was enough to make you feel a bit more comfortable in your position.

Your body yelped when you felt the pad of his thumb softly rubbing your pearl, it was a teasing touch that almost made your legs shake. It was merely nothing but a taste of what was about to come for you. It felt weird to be touched like this, but it did not feel bad at all either.

Your eyes opened at the exact same moment that he took his thumb inside his mouth and licked it as he groaned. His eyes closed for longer than a second before he decided he could not wait any longer. Jace shifted his position on the bed, now with his head right on top of your heated core. You looked at him as he looked up at you with a grin that made you sigh; so devilishly handsome he was.

He started to kiss your inner thighs, leaving gentle bites and licking the spot afterwards. His fingers started to brush against your folds with the cruel intention to tease you. You forced yourself to bite back a moan that threatened to escape, already getting soaked over small touches.

"You need to promise me," he started, speaking between kisses, "that if you feel uncomfortable, you will make me stop."

You nodded, but that was not enough of an answer for him. He wanted to hear you.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I promise," you breathlessly reply, for he never stopped moving his fingers on you.

Next thing you knew, Jace's nose started to rub against your swollen lips, breathing you in as if he was torturing himself before having the taste of you he craved. You started to get inpatient too, but you were too shy at that moment to even dare to say a word. The only thing you did was to put your right hand on his thick, brown curls, and wait.

"You're so perfect, my love," he whined, almost muttering on the low as he kept teasing you shamelessly. "Thank you for letting me do this. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

His words were interrupted by his own whimper as he sank himself in you. His tongue did not waste any time and soon was lapping your folds and sloppily moving all over your warmth. Your back immediately arched at the same time your thighs closed around his head and moans left your mouth. Your eyes widened, experiencing this new and pleasuring sensation that was way better that you expected.

Suddenly all the nervousness in your chest was replaced by the lust inside your lower belly which made your mind go blank and only think about him and the immense pleasure he was making you feel. You could feel his tongue wondering all over you, making obscene sounds that only made the heat between your legs grow with each passing second.

It seemed that not only you felt pleasure in these actions, for Jace was desperately gasping and whining as he devoured you like a starving man. He would flick his tongue on your nub to then lick the whole way down until finding your entrance and tease it with it as his nose rubs against your pearl. It was mind-blowing, almost making you desperate for more.

Whenever you would lift your hips as an involuntary movement, he would press them back against the mattress in order to keep you in your place. It still, however, managed to be messy enough thanks to his own despair to taste your release. The man was aching for it, hard and leaking already; the only solution to this, was to start humping the mattress beneath his body as he attended to your necessities first.

Soon you turned into a moaning mess, throwing curses and praises at the air while your hands would pull his hair unconsciously; an action that seemed to have caused something in him, since his moans became slightly louder each time you would tangle your fingers with his dark brown locks, sending vibrations to your core that only multiplied the pleasure you were feeling.

His name was all your lips would say, begging to not stop as you were now close to reach your peak. His slurping noises echoing in the room as his hot breath reached your heated folds and made you shiver, leading you to that sweet moment you both were expecting for so long.

A wave of warmth hit your body as you whined loud enough for the hallway to hear. Your back arched as your eyes clenched closed and your hands tried to push him away from you. Jacaerys, however, kept licking your slick, now collecting your release in his tongue and drinking from it as he let out a loud groan. Your legs were shaking at each side of his head, your breathing trembling as some tears of pleasure fell down the side of your eyes.

Once he felt satisfied, he sat back, staring down at the mess he made out of you and tracing a path with his eyes down to your cunt; his thumb reached for a small touch before he leaned towards you and kissed you slowly but passionately. You were in awe with what had just happened, still feeling numb to think about anything else.

"You taste so delicious, my love," he praised as he started kissing your cheeks, your chin, your neck. "Thank you for letting me do this," he repeated again.

"It- it felt good," you confessed, your voice being unsteady and shivering.

"Did it?" Jace teased, smiling as his lips reached for your ear.

"Yes," you sighed. There was a small pause, where he leaned back a few inches just to see your face with your glistening eyes. He had this infatuated look on his face that made you feel butterflies each time you looked at him. A small smile from him was all you needed to ask, "would you- would you like to do it again?"

Jacaerys smile widened, showing a rose color on his pale cheeks as he softly laughed. He pecked your lips and then he nodded.

"Yes, please…" he replied, excitedly.

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size kink but like domestic…. can’t reach the cabinet and joe pushes you aside gently “here, you’re too little, let me do that” or cuddling with him and doing the whole “omg your hand is SO big” routine 🥺

screaming. kicking. crying. i love the domestic side so so so much

warnings: fem!reader, size kink (not sexual), reader is described as "small, tiny, little" but no description of a body type. lots of fluffy goofy soft joey.

little silly side note; in my head, everything i'm writing that's related to size kink is all about the same couple from that fic so it's 'their story' basically like this is when they first started dating. obviously you don't have to read it like that but just thought i'd let you know incase you wanted to read it the same way :)

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he's been watching you for the past two minutes. leaning against the wall of your kitchen with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk fighting its way on his lips.

he wasn't being quiet deliberately, you just didn't happen to hear him come in which is extremely unlike you. usually, you could feel when he's close by sensing his mere presence. it also helps that he's almost twice as big as you so it isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to hear his footsteps approaching.

but right now you were caught up with something else. something bigger. something more out of your reach than the top of your boyfriend's head.

the goddamn skittles that seem to have magically teleported to the top cabinet in your kitchen.

how it even got there makes no sense to you. you never use the top cabinets since they're too high out of your reach.

another minute of stretching your arms out to their maximum stretch distance while standing on your tallest tip toes, your muscles started to hurt and you were starting to think that maybe the skittles aren't really worth it. maybe.

joseph couldn't help himself. he wanted to intervene, he wanted to help and get them for you but you just looked so adorable to him like that. wearing his shirt which sat like a dress on you, a shirt he didn't even realize you stole until he walked in and saw it on you then he knew that shirt was no longer his, reaching down to your mid thigh. putting your best effort into doing something he could do in an instant, without even rising his arm.

he only stopped admiring you in silence once you heard you huffing, clearly getting irritated and he knew it's time to step in.

he walked up to you and this time you could feel him approach but before you could turn to him, you felt his hand on your hip, gently pushing you aside a little bit so he could get a better look at what have became the snack cabinet since of course, he can see into it. "what do you want darling?" he asked, trying his best not to chuckle at the pout on your lips.

"skittles please." you tell him before huffing again as you watch him effortlessly grab and hand it to you then you take it a little aggressively. "i don't even know how it got up there, i never use the top ones"

joe nods before closing it, turning to you with his lips tucked in in guilt. "that might've been my fault."

"what?"

"when we were putting away the groceries, i didn't know where to put away the snacks and that cabinet was empty so i just assumed that's where they go.." he admits, giving you his best puppy eyes, mentally knocking himself over the head with a stick for not knowing better and silently praying you wouldn't get too mad at him.

"why would i put something out of my own reach?" you ask him, more curious about his though process when he did it to be upset at him.

"i don't know maybe so you could invite me in and ask me to get them for you as a way of.. flirting..?" he says it more like a question, squinting his eyes at you for a second until you do the same at him, "yes, flirting. you do it to flirt with me."

"you're such an idiot." you turn your attention to the skittles in your hand, ripping the bag open and putting one in your mouth to hide your smile from him.

"i'm the idiot who got your skittles because you're too tiny to get them yourself, correct." he fires back and you can't even fake being mad at him anymore because he is right so instead you just do a dramatic sigh and walk out of the kitchen.

"if you're behind me, i don't care i'll start the movie without you"

~

two hours passed with you and joe cuddled up on the couch, watching shitty 80's horror movies because they're funnier than most of today's comedy ones.

as the night went on, you begun getting more and more sleepy even though you've napped for three hours earlier today in preparation for your movie night date but something about being in his arms just made you ready to doze off. you're pretty sure there's a scientific reason to why you feel this way whenever you're around him, you've read it before. something about your hormones or maybe his hormones but it had to do something with hormones responding well to each other and releasing some other hormone that stimulate the feeling of safety thus the ability to get vulnerable and what's more vulnerable than feeling asleep next to someone but you could be making all of that up in your hazy brain.

another thing your hazy brain decided to fixate on is his hands. you've noticed them for a while but only now you truly seem them as one of them is resting on your hip while the other is wrapped around your waist, both of them completely covering the space they've occupied.

you shift in his embrace to get both of your hands around his wrist, bringing it closer to your face, inspecting it kind of.

he ditches the television and stares at you as you're gawking at his hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world. he doesn't fail to notice how you had to hold it with both of yours. "anything exciting in there?"

"no it's just.." you pull his hand away from your face and make him open his palm as if he's giving a high five then place your own palm against his, comparing your hands. "oh my god.. your hand is.. enormous." you move your hands to the side so he could see them.

he's noticed it before, long before you did. how could he not? but seeing it now fully pressed against his own really puts in perspective how small you are, seeing how his hand is more than twice as big as yours. hell, it's probably the size of only three of his fingers.

"hmm? i think your hand is just little.." he watches your fingers begin to move into the inside of his palm, exploring it. tracing the lines and going between his fingers, seeing how many you can fit in there and he couldn't help but pull you closer and chuckle, feeling your entire body wrapped around his torso, amplifying his point. "god you're so small"

"no i'm not. it's you! you're just.. big." you tell him and mean it. he is big with his wide shoulders and chest, thick neck and thighs, big arms and enormous hands. bigger than you, so much bigger than you. if it was anyone else, you'd feel scared being around someone like him, fear of being overpowered or overcrowded but that was never you had to worry about with him.

you hated feeling small because most of the time before you only felt it when you were being belittled but not with him. he doesn't make you feel like you're easy to be pushed aside once you're done being used as an arm rest or a second best. he makes you feel small in a way that makes you feel safe enough to start to like it and you're liking it more and more by each second that passes.

he holds your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles before intertwining his fingers with yours. his look so much bigger now that yours are sitting between them like that but they fit with yours. he fits with you.

"yeah? well look at that, we seems like we're a perfect fit."

~

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Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

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Luke as your brother in law please!

omg this is so cute 😭💖i hope you like them sorry it took me so long but I have a lot of homework for tomorrow and ugh

Luke as your brother in law

Luke is the best brother in law

You two would be best friends

You would spend a lot of time together just talking, reading or anything

And Jace is a bit jealous about it

"stop trying to steal my partner" would joke Jacaerys

Also you two team up to bully Jace and play pranks to everyone

You have a lot of inside jokes

And he would be always asking you if you're gonna have a baby soon

"I just want a couple of nephews. And a niece. Or two. I would babysit them"

And always is threatening his brother

"I'm serious, if you ever hurt them in any way..."

So yeah, he's the best, now i'm going to cry