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“Instructions”

Eddie Brock x Neighbor!Reader

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Summary: Venom gives Eddie advice when he’s fucking you for the first time.

WC: 4.5k

Tags/Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f!receiving), female!reader, awkward eddie, venom being venom, set between the first and second movie.

this is a continuation of Laundry Mix Up but can be read as a stand alone too. READ LAUNDRY MIX UP HERE

You two had moved from his couch to his bed, clothes left behind like evidence of how fast things had spiraled, Eddie’s mouth was hot against your skin, his breath shallow, needy, as he worked his way down your body like a man starved. He kissed over your stomach, dragging his lips across the curve of your hips, pausing as he hovered just in between your thighs, his eyes were wide and dark with need.

You’d just made him lose his mind with your mouth just seconds ago, and now he was set on returning the favor, eager to make you feel every bit as incredible as you’d made him feel.

You could feel the trembling in your legs when he paused, his face just inches from your dripping cunt, staring like he was seeing the face of God.

“OH SO THIS IS HOW IT LOOKS UP CLOSE,” Venom squirmed in his mind. “IT’S… GLORIOUS.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so—”

“—PRETTY,” Venom growled. “TELL HER SHE’S PRETTY.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Eddie murmured, leaning in, brushing a kiss against the inside of your thigh, then another, and another.

You tugged him closer, tangling your fingers on his hair to guide his face to the place where you needed him most. You were slick and so ready for him, and Eddie let himself be guided willingly, face pressed to your soaked heat like it was his favorite place in the world.

“Eddie, don’t you dare embarrass us now.”

His hands slipped beneath your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed, draping your legs over his shoulders, pulling you in like he needed to drown in you.

“Alright, pal,” came Venom’s voice, silky and loud inside his head. “Let’s do this. Let’s make her see God.”

Eddie’s lips brushed against your glistening cunt, just the faintest tease at first, like he couldn’t believe you were real, before he leaned in fully, his mouth latching onto your pussy with a groan so low it made your spine arch.

You gasped as his tongue moved slow and exploratory, as he tasted and worshiped every inch of you. Every pass of his tongue was determined, he licked long stripes up your slit, dragging the flat of his tongue through your wetness, the sound was a perfect mix of wet and obscene.

He was a fucking mess between your legs, groaning softly, his face slick and his fingers digging into your thighs, lapping at you like he couldn’t stop himself. And truly, he couldn’t, you were sweet and so warm, and dripping so much for him, the taste of you hit his tongue like a drug, and he was already hooked.

“Now, Eddie,” Venom’s voice slithered into his mind, thick with amusement. “Use more tongue. NO. NOT LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE. Get in there. Jesus Christ—and you say you’ve done this before?”

Eddie pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing hard. His face was red, his jaw wet, he took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the sarcastic snickering in his skull.

“IT’S EATING PUSSY, EDDIE. NOT ROCKET SCIENCE.”

“Jesus, man,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t you shut up for once?”

“Is everything okay down there?” You whispered, your hand gently cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing the line of his jaw.

His eyes met yours, pupils blown, the heat between you thrumming with intensity. There was uncertainty flickering behind the lust in his gaze, like he wanted nothing more than to please you, but couldn’t stop overthinking every second.

“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless. “Just… trying to get it right.”

“MORE LIKE TRYING NOT TO DROWN IN HER.”

“Don’t worry. You’re doing good,” you whispered with your voice warm and soft. “Just keep going.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his mouth descended again, tongue flicking, circling, dragging up and down your slick folds. You moaned, threading your fingers into his hair as he buried his face against you like he was starving.

“No. No. No,” Venom chimed in, tone half-despairing and half-sarcastic. “Pay attention. Flick it to the right. My right. No—wait—your right. Reverse it. Jesus, you’re hopeless.”

Eddie groaned into your pussy. “Shut up. I can’t concentrate.”

“I’m sorry,” you said apologetically.

“No! Not you,” he rushed to say. “You—You keep moaning like that. You sound so beautiful.”

“EDDIE,” Venom snarled, “SUCK HER CLIT. DO IT. NOW.”

Eddie obeyed, a bit awkward but eager, and when your back arched and you cried out, his ego exploded into the stratosphere. You bit your lip, moaning softly as he found the right rhythm, his lips parted, and his warm breath fanning over you.

You whimpered as he went deeper with the slow press of his mouth, working you over with tongue and lips, savoring the slick warmth of you. He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open, keeping you vulnerable and exposed for him.

“Use your tongue more,” Venom whispered. “Like this. Flick. Flick. Slower… faster. No, slower. Wait, faster!”

His tongue curled just right, dragging from your entrance up to your clit in one fluid motion that had your moaning his name. His lips sealed around you again, sucking your pearl softly, drawing more desperate sounds from your throat. Your breath stuttered and your hips began to roll on their own, the tension in your belly started to wind tight, a hot coil of pressure building with every flick of his tongue. It felt endless, like he was going to unravel you with just his mouth, every pass over your clit had your thighs trembling more than before, your fingers clawing in his hair tighter, your voice shaking as you tried to form words.

“Mmm… Eddie… Oh—”

“She likes that,” Venom cooed smugly. “More of that. Gentle now. Don’t rush it. Let her feel it. Soft, Eddie. Not like a pitbull with a chew toy.”

He growled low in his throat, frustrated, aroused and overwhelmed at the same time, and then he shifted slightly, his tongue found the perfect spot and the perfect movement, flicking and swirling over your sensitive nub until your thighs were shaking against his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Right there. That’s—right there, just like that.”

“Yes!” Venom shouted. “That’s it! She loves that. Do it again, again, again!”

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie whispered, his voice rasping against your wet skin. “I love hearing you moan.”

He dipped his head again, this time more confidently, licking you slowly, thoroughly, letting his tongue explore every sensitive ridge and fold of your cunt. He could taste how badly you wanted it, and it lit him on fire. His lips wrapped around your clit again and sucked harder this time, and the moan that ripped from your chest nearly undid him.

“There we go,” Venom said approvingly. “Now that’s the enthusiasm I like. Like you mean it, Eddie. Like you owe her.”

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling you impossibly closer, licking you deeper, tongue flicking over your clit again and again. “You taste so good, baby. So fucking good.”

You whimpered, rolling your hips faster against his face, and all Eddie could do was let out a low growl as he shoved his face deeper into your cunt, licking with reckless abandon, his tongue stiff and insistent, lost in your scent, your taste, your fucking sounds.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you gasped. “That’s—oh God! That’s perfect.”

He licked you deeper, messier, filthier. His nose bumped your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, his soft moans of pleasure were vibrating against your pussy until you were soaked, squirming, whimpering for him.

“She’s close. Keep doing that. Yes. Right there. There. There—no, not now, don’t switch it up! Idiot—You switch patterns now, and I swear I’ll manifest my own tongue and do it myself,” Venom snapped. “STAY. ON. TARGET.” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “Don’t stop. Don’t slow down. Keep sucking—gentle, now. There, yes. YES.”

“Cum for me,” Eddie whispered against your clit. “I want to feel you.”

“IF YOU DON’T MAKE HER CUM, I’LL DO IT MYSELF.”

“I’m gonna—Eddie, don’t stop, please—”

It hit you in hard, uncontrollable waves. Your body arched, your legs locked around his head as if you were involuntarily trying to asphyxiate him, your cunt pulsing against his tongue as your orgasm tore through you. You cried out, hands clutching and pulling his hair, hips trembling as he licked you through it, moaning into your pussy like he could taste your ecstasy.

He didn’t stop, he kept going with soft, slow strokes with his tongue, kissing every inch of your pussy, sucking your clit gently until you were trembling and gasping and trying to push him away from overstimulation. When he finally pulled back, his chin and mouth were slick, flushed red, his eyes glassy, he looked utterly wrecked, and proud of it. Eddie crawled up your body, kissed you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You sighed into the kiss, dazed. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.”

“Was that… okay?” he asked and you could sense the vulnerability and insecurity in his voice, his cheeks were blushing, forehead resting against yours, he looked so sweet even after giving you one of the best orgasms of your life.

You nodded, boneless beneath him. “That was… fucking divine. I saw stars. I think I transcended. I think I might’ve blacked out for a second.”

He smirked. “Glad to be of service.”

“WE were of service,” Venom chimed in. “She should thank me too. I was instrumental in her orgasm. Couldn’t have done it without me.”

Eddie paced through his kitchen, relentlessly, running both hands through his hair for the fourth time in five minutes.

“You don’t understand, she’s gonna want to do it next time. The full thing.”

“And what’s the problem? WE WANT TO DO IT. WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO IT SINCE THE FIRST TIME SHE SMILED AT US IN THOSE SHORTS.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groaned. “Can you not yell inside my brain?”

“I will yell louder. WE ARE GOING TO GET LAID. YOU’RE GETTING YOUR DICK WET.”

“I am getting laid. There’s no we in this,” Eddie groaned. “And I don’t need your commentary. I need you to shut your big, toothy mouth for one night.”

“You’re anxious,” Venom said, not unkindly, but somehow understanding. “You’re worried you’ll disappoint her.”

Eddie sank down onto the couch, holding his head in his hands. “Yeah, no shit.”

“And you’re right to be anxious. You’re gonna fuck this up,” Venom announced inside his head, unhelpfully.

“Wow, thanks, buddy,” Eddie muttered under his breath.

“But you won’t if you let me guide you again,” Venom growled, his slick, glistening head began to slide out from Eddie’s back, the black goo stretching and shaping itself with fluid ease, until he stood face to face with Eddie.

“NO. Please just stay out of my head for one night. Promise me or I swear to God,” Eddie said exasperated. “If you start with your comments while I’m inside her—”

“Ohhh, inside her,” Venom growled, trembling with excitement, his eyes widening like hungry flames. “Say it again, Eddie.”

“Nope.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“You’re going to trip over your own pants leg. Or cum from the first touch. She’ll run her hand down your chest, kiss your throat, and your dumb caveman brain is gonna short-circuit and explode all over her like a teenager at prom. She’ll look at you with those big soft eyes, make that breathy little noise she makes, and poof—done. Useless.”

Eddie made a noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper. His hands dragged down his face again, and he let his head fall back against the cushion with a dull thud.

“Why are you like this?”

“Because someone has to prepare you. You’re emotionally compromised. You’ve grown fond.”

“I am fond,” Eddie muttered, his voice softening. “I care about her.”

“You love her,” Venom teased in a sing-song voice.

“Shut up.”

“You want to mate with her.”

“Can you stop with the ‘mating’ thing?”

“I’m just saying,” Venom muttered. “The primal instinct is strong. She’d be a good host.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie groaned. “Don’t bring symbiote biology into this, pal. Just… let me handle this. And don’t scream when it happens.”

“I make no promises.”

Eddie looked at his reflection on the black TV screen, exhaled, and ran a hand through his hair.

“You can do this,” he whispered to himself.

“Yes, you can. And when you do… high five.” Venom sneered, a slick, slimy tendril twisting and stretching out, morphing into a perfect hand ready to slap.

“I’m not high-fiving you now, or after sex.”

“…We’ll see.”

You were beneath him now, soft and warm and so achingly real. His hands roamed your sides like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you this way. Your eyes met his, half-lidded, lips parted, flushed and inviting… and all for him.

You smiled to him, reaching up to cradle his face, you knew he was probably overthinking, too lost in his head, so you needed to take the lead. “I want you, Eddie.”

“Are you like… completely sure? Like… fully sure?” he asked, his voice shaking, like he couldn’t understand how this was really happening.

You leaned in closer, your smirk deepening as your hand slid down his chest. “Do I look unsure to you, Eddie?”

“I mean—” he stammered, swallowing hard.

“Eddie.” you said, firmer now, your voice dropping to a whisper right by his ear. “Just fuck me now.”

He whimpered softly, he was barely able to meet your eyes, mumbling a quiet and breathless, “Okay…” more to himself than to you.

“Okay, okay, okay—breathe—deep breath, buddy,” Venom piped up in Eddie’s mind, already losing his composure. “This is it. This is happening. YOUR DICK IS IN POSITION. REPEAT—DICK IS IN POSITION. You cannot blow it. Literally. Do not cum too fast.”

He kissed you deeply, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached down, stroking his aching, leaking, painfully hard cock a few times and guiding it to your entrance, nudging the tip through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. The warmth of you wrapped around him before he was even inside, fuck, you were soaked, ready for him, your body practically begging him to push in.

Your breath hitched as he nudged in just the tip and then… He slid in with a low, broken groan. Every muscle in his body tensed, your heat gripped him instantly, tight and wet and fucking perfect. He kept sinking in slow, inch by inch, every movement dragging along sensitive ridges inside you that made you gasp. You moaned at the stretch, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, lips parting in a soft whimper of his name.

“OH, MY GOD,” Venom blurted in his head. “ARE YOU FEELING THIS? I’M FEELING THIS. OH EDDIE, IT’S SO WARM. THIS IS—HOLY SH—SHE’S CLENCHING LIKE SHE WANTS TO SUCK US INTO A NEW DIMENSION.”

Eddie closed his eyes tightly, trying to shut out Venom’s relentless chatter.

“Jesus… you feel so fucking good,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m not gonna last if you keep— if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“YOU WON’T LAST ANYWAY,” Venom hissed. “FOCUS. BE A MAN, EDDIE. COUNT SHEEPS. THINK OF COLD SHOWERS. ANYTHING.”

“Stop,” Eddie groaned under his breath.

Your brows knit in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing—nothing,” he covered quickly, biting the inside of his cheek as he pressed in deeper. You were tight, warm, impossibly good, and it’s been so long since he last felt this, he could barely keep himself from sobbing right into your neck. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak. Your body was like a velvet vice, pulsing, drawing him in, dragging his sanity out with every inch.

“NOPE, NOPE, YOU’RE GONNA BLOW IT,” Venom howled. “HOLD IT. HOLD IT, EDDIE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. THINK OF GRANNY PANTS. DEAD CATS. TAXES—”

Eddie clenched his jaw so hard it ached, moving slowly, trying to hold himself together as your body welcomed him in. Every inch was torture, blissful, beautiful torture. Your walls dragged over him, slick and pulsing like they already knew how to pull him apart. The friction was maddening, you were squeezing him like your cunt was molded just for him.

“Eddie,” you gasped, your hands gripping his biceps, your body arching into his, allowing him to take more of you. “God, it feels so good…”

“SHE’S GONNA KILL US,” Venom hissed. “IF YOU FINISH IN TEN SECONDS, I SWEAR—”

“You’re so tight baby,” he grunted, speaking so he’d shut up Venom’s voice inside his brain. “Fuck… it feels like heaven. I swear to God, I’m trying so hard but—”

“You will fuck this up if you keep thinking about how warm and wet she is—SHIT—no, wait, no, pretend I didn’t say that. Stop thinking about that, stop thinking about that—”

Eddie’s eyes slammed shut. “Jesus Christ… shut up.”

Your head popped up. “Me?”

He blanched. “No—I mean—not you! I was just—just—talking to myself. You know me.”

You smirked. God, he was so awkward, but it was that same awkwardness that made him insanely hot. “You always lose arguments with yourself?”

“Pretty much.” He replied sincerely.

After some shallow thrusts, because he didn’t trust himself to go balls deep inside you so quickly before cumming like a teenager, he finally bottomed out, burying his face in your neck to hide how absolutely wrecked he was already. His cock throbbed inside you, twitching with restraint, like it was begging to let go, begging him to go harder.

“You okay?” you asked softly, stroking his back, noticing the way he’d stopped moving all of a sudden.

“I’m perfect,” he breathed. “Just… trying not to die over here.”

You giggled, kissing his shoulder to try and comfort him, to give him some reassurance that he was doing fine. “It’s okay.”

He began to resume his movements, slowly, cautiously, just barely dragging his hips back, then easing in again into you. His entire body trembling with restraint, he was trying so hard to hold on, but it got harder every second that he spent inside the warm and tight grip of your pussy.

“Slower,” Venom coached. “No—slower, idiot. Yes. Good. We can work with that. Now roll your hips—YES. She made that noise again. That’s the one. She likes that.”

You moaned under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing the heel of your feet to try and push him deeper inside you. “Eddie...”

He groaned, lost in the sound of his name falling from your lips, he was sure he’d never heard anything as angelic as that. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking perfect…”

“Harder Eddie—Need you to fuck me harder,” you begged him in almost agony.

You were starting to get a little desperate. Yes, he felt incredible inside you, stretching you perfectly with that big and thick cock, filling you up in a way that left your head feeling numb, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. Needed it faster, rougher, deeper. Needed him to grab you like he meant it, to claim and wreck your body like it belonged to him, until you felt the ache in every corner of your body.

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER. DON’T YOU DARE—” Venom shrieked as Eddie’s pace faltered for half a second. “YOU CANNOT BLOW THIS. THINK OF SAD THINGS. DO MATH. FAST, WHAT’S 17 TIMES 8?”

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore Venom’s voice inside his brain, and he sped up a little, but only so much. He continued with shallow thrusts, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt from the inside out, like he was trying extra hard not to embarrass himself by finishing too soon.

Each thrust pushed deeper than the last, dragging moans from your throat as you clung to him like you were falling apart. His hips rolled just right, his cock dragging along your cunt with maddening precision, hitting every sweet spot you didn’t even know you had. He swallowed every sound you made like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“You’re so good, Eddie,” you breathed. “So deep—I can feel you everywhere—”

“DON’T—DON’T LISTEN TO THAT—” Venom panicked. “SHE’S TRYING TO KILL US.”

“Shut up,” Eddie snapped aloud again, his face flushed. “Jesus Christ. You—shut up—”

You smiled against his collarbone. “You’re the first guy who asks me to shut up.”

He panicked, internally cursing Venom for messing with his brain. “No, no—I mean—not you—” He said, a little too quickly. “Don’t worry about it. Just—fuck. You’re perfect. You’re making me lose my mind. That’s all.”

Brain injury, you thought, and immediately tugged him down into a kiss to shut him up. It worked, he moaned into your mouth, thrusting a little deeper now, growing more confident as he listened to your every breath, every moan, every desperate little whisper of his name.

“Harder,” you whispered. “Please.”

“SHE WANTS MORE. SHE’S INSATIABLE. SHE’S GOING TO DRAIN US—”

“Fucking hell,” Eddie gasped, and he gave it to you harder, deeper. Sweat beading down his spine, hips snapping against you with a rhythm that left you moaning and gasping for air. The bed creaked beneath you with every slam of his hips, the slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and perfect. Your slick was dripping down his entire cock, coating him, making every movement filthier, wetter, louder, each thrust messy and devastatingly precise, angled to hit your g-spot as if his cock had been especially designed for it.

You were unraveling beneath him, your body arching, moans getting louder, your walls fluttering around him they always did when you were close. Your thighs shook around his waist, you were clenching like you couldn’t help it, milking him for everything he had before he was even finished.

“Oh my god she’s gonna cum, SHE’S GONNA—EDWARD CHARLES ALLAN BROCK HOLD THE FUCK ON—”

“I—I can’t,” Eddie bit out, his eyes squeezing shut. “I’m not—gonna—fuck!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Venom said quickly. “Now faster. Just a little. She’s almost—yes, right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”

You cried out as you came, clenching around him so tightly it ripped the air from his lungs. He held on for one more thrust—just one—before he followed with a strangled groan, burying himself in you, every nerve ending lit on fire. His cock pulsed deep inside, releasing in thick, hot waves of cum that filled you and pushed a moan out of both of you at once.

You held him through it, his arms around his shoulders, both your bodies slick and clinging to each other like lifelines. For a moment, the world went quiet, no thoughts, no words, just the two of you catching your breath.

Until…

“WORTH IT,” Venom exhaled. “MENTAL HIGH-FIVE”

Eddie woke up slowly, your head was on his chest, your hair fanned out across his skin, fingers tangled with his. His entire body felt heavy and warm, like he’d just come out of surgery, or maybe heaven. He wasn’t sure which.

The morning light filtered in through the blinds, and for one perfect moment, he forgot about Venom in the back of his head.

And then…

“Oh Eddie, we’re doomed.” Venom said flatly. “You absolutely blew it last night.”

Eddie only sighed.

“She’s never going to want to have sex with us again. Ever. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s moved out.”

Eddie blinked. “She’s literally still here.” He whispered softly so he wouldn’t wake you up.

“She’s pretending to sleep so she can leave without saying goodbye. That’s what humans do, right? Ghosting. You got ghosted and she’s still in the room.”

Eddie resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Your breath was slow and even against his chest, you were genuinely asleep. Peaceful and naked and still here in his arms.

“She’s not ghosting me.”

“You were terrible.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. “Excuse me?!”

“You lasted exactly two minutes and made a noise like you were dying. You literally cried.”

“That was emotional release!” Eddie said as he very carefully slipped out from under you, trying not to wake you as he shuffled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

He braced both hands on the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked wrecked, but in a deeply satisfied way. The kind of wrecked a man looks after a night of intense, mind-numbing pleasure, his hair was a a mess, his lips were swollen and he still had that stupid smirk on his face that said “I just got laid… and it was amazing.” But of course Venom had to ruin the fantasy.

“She doesn’t even like you. You’re just convenient. Sad neighbor. Easy lay. She probably regrets it already.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. “She came, V. I felt it.”

“She was faking it. Had to be.”

“She was not faking it.”

“She was making noises to make you feel better, Eddie. You made that poor woman do performance art for your fragile little human ego.”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie turned the sink on, splashing cold water on his face. “Can’t you just let me have this?”

“NO. Because there might not be a next time, and I live in here,” Venom snapped. “I have to share a body with the man who just gave the worst fuck of his life and thinks it was fine.”

Venom went silent for a beat. “She’s going to tell her friends.”

“What?”

“She’s going to tell them you cried. Or that you came in three minutes and then apologized for existing.”

Eddie stood back up, rubbing his face with both hands. “I didn’t cry, I didn’t apologize, and I didn’t cum in three minutes!”

“She’s gonna wake up,” Venom said, voice slow and vicious, “and realize she slept with you. Neighbor. Loser. She’ll laugh about it to her friends. Say she felt sorry for the weird guy next door. Then she’ll leave. And never come back.”

He leaned back against the wall, eyes shut, fighting a losing battle against the creeping embarrassment. “I thought it went okay… do you really think she hated it?”

Venom was quiet for a beat.

“If she ever fucks you again, it’ll be out of pity and misplaced maternal instinct.”

Eddie muttered a string of curses under his breath, his stomach turning. “Shit. Shit, maybe it was bad.”

There was a soft creak of bedsheets from the bedroom, a sign you were waking up, and if Venom was right you’d be ready to leave and ghost him forever.

“She’s probably getting dressed. Running. Changing her name.”

Eddie stepped toward the door, cautiously. “She’s not—”

“She’ll leave a note. ‘Dear Eddie, thank you for the dick. It was… fine.’”

Eddie opened the door, bracing himself for the worst scenario, but you were still curled in his bed, blinking sleepily at him, one arm still reaching toward the warm spot where he used to be.

You stretched, sighing, and murmured, “Mmm… you got any coffee?”

“SEE. She’s leaving. She wants caffeine and distance. She’s already emotionally checked out.”

Eddie blinked. “You’re… still here.”

You smiled, patting the sheets. “Where else would I be, dummy?”

Fifteen minutes later you were wrapped around him in the sheets, one bare leg tangled over his, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest, a mug with hot coffee on your free hand. Eddie lay there stiff as a board, like one wrong move would shatter the fragile post-sex reality you were both inhabiting.

“She’s touching your chest. She likes your chest. Maybe if you worked out more—”

Eddie clenched his jaw.

You looked up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. “You okay?”

He smiled a little too wide. “Yep. Totally. Great.”

“Last night was incredible.”

“She’s lying.”

Eddie blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I mean it,” you murmured, smiling as you leaned in and kissed his jaw. “You were so good. Like… so good I might not stop thinking about it for a week.”

“SHE’S LYING,” Venom shrieked immediately. “NO WOMAN CAN THINK THAT WAS GOOD.”

“You were so attentive, I could tell how much you cared. It was…” You exhaled a shaky little breath. “God, it was hot.”

“HOT??” Venom gasped. “YOU WERE SWEATING LIKE A PIG IN A SAUNA. YOU NEARLY CRIED. ARE YOU SURE WE’RE ALL TALKING ABOUT THE SAME NIGHT?!”

Eddie’s ears were bright red, but he tried to shrug. “Y’know… just, uh… tried my best.”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Well, it was perfect.”

“I NEED TO LIE DOWN,” Venom said. “YOU’VE BROKEN THE UNIVERSE. SHE THINKS YOU’RE GOOD IN BED. THIS IS A PSYCHOTIC BREAK. SHE NEEDS A CT SCAN.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a bit weird sometimes though, you know that?”

He grimaced and pulled you closer. “Yeah. I know. Brain—”

“Brain injury, yeah. I remember,” you giggled. “But… if you’re not busy later tonight, I was kinda hoping for a round two.”

“NO, NO, NO,” Venom cried. “DON’T DO IT, EDDIE. WE GOT LUCKY. DON’T PUSH YOUR LUCK. LEAVE ON A HIGH NOTE.”

“Uh—y-yeah,” Eddie stammered, heart punching his ribs. “I’m very not busy. I’m extremely available. Eternally. Forever.”

Eddie mouthed a “suck it” to Venom at his own reflection in the mirror.

“…Fine. Maybe you didn’t suck. Entirely. But you still have work to do.”

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angelyuji · 19 days ago

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i need to see the new superman movie soo bad i wanna write yandere headcanons for lex luthor </333 pls my bald headed king step on me

#angelthots #justtalkpost #yandere lex luthor #confession: i was absolutely in love with jesse eisenburg lex idk why #than i watched smallville and fell in love with that lex too #i think i just have a thing for evil rich guys lowkey #lex luthor #pls marry me so i can be a trophy wife and spend all ur money

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angelyuji · 20 days ago

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day in the life of a stay-at-home-lover

i haven't watched superman yet (i have no money rn but i just did an internship so that cheque is coming in next week :P) but every clip of them being freaked up is on my twt timeline and idk if i want to make them kiss sloppy style or have them kiss ME sloppy style. ALSO sorry if the characterization is different from the movie... i haven't watched it yet so im basing this off my past posts

minors dni!!!!

cw // implied kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, yandere/toxic behavior, slight smut at the end, a lot of stuff is implied, cucking, gender neutral reader

"mornin'" lois's voice was quiet, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. "clark and i are heading to work," you hear the clumsy man fumble around behind her, "you'll be okay alone, right?" you grumble, turning away from her. she snorts, "alright, be good and have dinner ready." lois softly pets your cheek.

clark peppers your face with kisses, "make sure to feed krypto his breakfast or he'll be annoying you while you sleep. i'll take him for a walk later." you nod before falling back asleep.

you wake up when krypto jumps on to your stomach, hard. you let out a grunt as the overgrown puppy licks directly up your face. you sputter, shoving the strong dog off you. he hops off, barking as you get ready for the day.

you silently move along the apartment, crossing off your chores one-by-one. you take krypto's homemade breakfast out of the fridge along with everything else for dinner. you quickly feed the happy dog and he gives you a tail-wag in appreciation. you unload the dishwasher, make yourself a quick breakfast, prep the ingredients, and start cleaning the apartment.

krypto lets out a bark as you start putting on the new sheets, jumping onto the bed. you groan as the sheets snap back, wrapping around the white dog. after a tussle with him, you get to working on dinner. he sits at your feet, waiting patiently for you to drop something.

your phone rings and you take the call when you recognize your old friend, "hello?"

"hey! i haven't heard from you for so long."

"haa, yeah, i've been busy with... some friends." you stir, "how's work?"

"oh my gosh, so good! i got promoted last week so i'm planning a get together tonight with our group!" your friend chatters away and you feel sick as she talks.

you interrupt, "wow, i'm so... jealous. is there a reason you called me? i was making-"

"oh yeah! sorry, i should've known you were probably busy. i wanted you to come to the dinner tonight! i haven't seen you in so long and i want to treat all of our friends." she waits. you look over to krypto and he tilts his head, seemingly waiting to hear what you say. you press a finger to your lips and the dog huffs, turning away from you.

"i... i can swing by for a little while." she cheers and you laugh. the rest of the day goes by quicker than usual and you hum to yourself as you get dressed. krypto whines and you scratch his head, "don't tell them, okay? i'll leave a note, so they're not worried." krypto looks reluctant, but lets you leave nonetheless.

the restaurant was fancier than the old places that your friends used to frequent, and you're reminded of how much everyone has changed. everyone was lively, reminicing about old times and talking about their work. you felt sick, hoping they wouldn't question you.

someone turns to you as you sip from your glass, "(y/n), how's work going? last you told me, you were working at... the daily planet, right?" your friends look over to you and you feel flush, choking on your drink.

"i- yeah, i used to work at the daily planet, but i ended up-"

"(y/n)?" everyone looks behind you as you feel a hand on your shoulder. your blood runs cold as you turn to see clark and lois. you quickly stand, rocking the table slightly. he pulls you into a hug, subtly whispering into your ear, "i'm so disappointed in you, (y/n). lois and i were waiting so long for you." he pulls away before you could mutter out an apology. lois watches you, not moving to hold you.

"(y/n), are these your... coworkers?" your friends watch your peculiar behavior.

lois smiles, grabbing your hand. you quickly pull your hand away and before she could answer, you interrupt, "they were." before your friends could question the couple, clark cuts in, "we should get going, right (y/n)?" you nod, looking down.

lois walks ahead, annoyance clear on her face. clark tries to lead you out, but your friend grabs your hand. she leans in, "are you safe? do you want me to stop him?" she looks at you, worry clear in her eyes.

you shake your head and smile, "thanks for inviting me. it was nice to see all of you again." she tries to hold on, but clark yanks you out of her grip.

the moment the two of you got home, they had started their lecture. "what were you thinking, (y/n)?" lois glares and you look away, scrubbing the leftover dishes harder.

"i just wanted to see my friends. i haven't seen them- in like- a year!" you don't try to defend yourself too hard, knowing that the punishments only get worse.

lois sighs and clark takes over, "you should've told us-"

"i did! i left a note! i just- i didn't want to be late, so i left early." you huff, crossing your arms. clark grumbles about your attitude, but you ignore him. lois shakes her head, reminding you of a disappointed mother, and you feel your face get warm at the thought. the two of them wait, watching you, "i- i feel like i'm stuck. you made me quit my job, move in with you two, and now im just some- some maid!" you scrub harder. the tears started flowing and you try to swallow the sob building in your throat.

"so you think we trapped you?" you had never heard clark sound so small. you stop scrubbing, washing your hands of the soap.

sighing, you lean against the sink, "i don't know."

clark continues, "we've done so much for you, but you think we trapped you? all we did was make sure you could live happy and comfortably, but you- you think we're monsters."

you raise your voice, turning to look at the couple, "i never said-"

"enough." lois gives you a look, shutting you up. "finish your chores."

you huff, continuing your remaining chores in silence. a few minutes pass before you feel arms wrap around your waist. her perfume smelled like fresh flowers and you relax into lois's arms.

she presses a kiss to your neck, "i'm sorry that you felt trapped at home, sweetie."

you tense, "lois, i didn't mean-" warmth spread through you as her lips moved down. her hands were cold as she slowly pulled down your shirt to kiss your shoulder. you could feel the plate slipping from your hands as she continues. lois's teeth pierce your shoulder and the plate clatters into the sink as pleasure shoots down your body. her cold hands squeeze your waist, nails digging into your skin. "w-wait-"

clark's voice, like honey, soothed the pain, "no." the two of them pull you away from the sink, forcing you onto the couch. you watch as lois's hands carass his back, a slight smile playing on her lips, as the man hungerily kisses up her neck.

"lois?" you felt warm, watching the two of them make out in front of you. lois pushes clark down onto the arm chair across from you. "clark?" you could hear the whine in your voice, but shame had long since lost it's roots in you. your eyes couldn't look away as lois grinded down onto clark; the two of them in a frenzy.

you move to get closer and clark pulls away from lois to look over her shoulder at you, "you're going to sit there and watch, (y/n)."

"but-"

"no. you showed exactly how much you truly love us tonight-" he cuts himself off with a moan as lois bites into his neck, sucking a hickey into his skin. his hands fall from her waist to her hips, "you showed how little you care about our love for you." clark's voice betrayed his hurt at your words earlier. you look down, tears welling up. you clench your thighs together at the sight, heat pooling in your stomach. you dig your nails into your palm, a self-inflicted punishment for your behavior today.

"i-i'm s-sorry," you let out a sob.

"eyes on us, sweetheart." clark's voice is sweet and you force yourself to listen.

lois smirks as she notices your clenched thighs, "since you don't want us, sweetie, you might as well enjoy the free show."

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angelyuji · 23 days ago

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MINORS DNI!!!!! 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (tws in tags)

yandere caleb that is so so so overprotective of you to the point of telling everyone that you guys are dating, so people stop asking you out

yandere caleb that doesn't let you go out to parties without him

yandere caleb that pouts and whines and guilt trips you when you tell him you don't need his help

yandere caleb that constantly tracks you when he's at school and coincidentally texts you before your curfew to call him/go home

yandere caleb that steal your panties and clothes when he visits home

yandere caleb that humps your bed as he huffs the smell of you on your bed

yandere caleb that "accidently" walked in on you showering so he could jerk off to the memory of you naked

yandere caleb that steals your clothes when you're in the shower so you're forced to get out in a towel/naked

yandere caleb that gets off in front of you as you sleep cuz he can't get off without seeing you

hhnngngnhhhh caleeebbbbbb i need you

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angelyuji · 26 days ago

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unmasked feelings

18+!!!!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!! part 2 to suppressed feelings

bruce wayne x f!reader

cw // fauxcest/incest, yandere/toxic behavior, older man x younger woman, daddy kink

after that night, bruce had been avoiding you. at first, you let him be. it took you a while to realize your feelings for your adoptive father as well. but as quiet days and lonely nights passed, you started growing restless. alfred was the first to speak up, confused at the sudden change in your relationship.

“perhaps, miss, you should talk to master bruce first.” you were helping alfred in the kitchen when he brought it up, “and tell him that he needs to be here for dinner, especially since everyone’s coming tonight.” you hesitate.

“alfred, you don't know-" you swallow the lump in your throat, focusing your eyes on the pot. "i don’t think he wants to see me.”

“miss (y/n), master bruce is your father-” your heart twists with guilt, “- he will never turn you away.” alfred gives you a small smile before shooing you off.

you linger at the door to his office, mind straining from the tension. there was no noise on the other side of the door and you wondered for a moment if no one was inside.

“whoever’s pacing, just come inside.” bruce’s exasperated voice comes out muffled through the door. you slowly open the door and bruce startles. he doesn't move, letting you get closer. you stand next to his chair, "hello, my sweet girl." his voice was weary and you're reminded of how old your father has gotten.

you cup his cheek and he leans into the warmth, "hi daddy." the two of you take comfort in the silence. your eyes linger on bruce's lips and you feel a warmth pool in your stomach. "bruce..."

"please don't, angel." bruce moves away from you and you follow.

"please, just listen." silence follows, so you continue, "do- do you think of me as anything else other than your daughter?" bruce's eyes snap from the door to yours, searching for confirmation. you feel your face heat up and you nod.

"if... if we do this, we can't take it back, (y/n)."

"i love you, bruce. ever since that night... i thought of you every day," embarassment creeps up your face, but you didn't want to stop. you wanted to reassure him, "i wanted to come by every day to tell you how much i love you- how much i loved the way you touched me and talked to me." you could hear bruce's breathing get heavy as you talk. bruce gets closer, one hand falling to your waist. he pulls you between his legs, cupping your face. you close your eyes as his face gets closer. you feel his breathe brush against your lips, but he hesitates.

"(y/n), maybe this isn't-" you quickly interrupt the older man, pressing your lips against his. bruce doesn't hesitate in kissing back, cradling your head. you press yourself against him and bruce groans against your mouth. the vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine. bruce pulls away and you try to pull him back. he shakes his head, "hold on, sweetheart." you lean against his desk, trying to calm yourself as bruce gets up from his chair. you hear the door lock and before you could check on your father, you feel bruce's hands on your waist. his lips were on yours before you could register the movements. you yelp in surprise as he lifts you onto his desk.

"bruce-" you try to talk, but his mouth quickly latches onto your neck. you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to keep quiet as he continues biting down your neck.

"sweetheart," bruce's voice was rough, dripping in lust, as he pulls away to look at you. "how do you want daddy to take care of you..."

your mouth felt dry as you saw the look in his eyes. you feel yourself get embarassed at the thought of voicing your perversion, instead choosing to fumble with the belt of his pants. bruce grabs your hands, stilling you, "please, sweetheart... i need to hear it."

you nod, "i... i want to have sex with you, da-bruce." you look away, embarassed.

bruce is silent and you look back, afraid he had changed his mind. bruce presses lips to your forehead, pushing you gently to lay down on his desk. "relax, angel. daddy will take care of you."

#like and reblog <3 #minors dni #hopefully this doesnt flop haha ill cry #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #cw fauxcest #tw incest #bruce wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne #fauxcest #inc3$t #yandere batman #yandere batman x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #older man younger woman #dadcest #cw daddy kink #this was mostly for the people asking for a part 2

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angelyuji · 28 days ago

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first time writing yandere reader so lmk if it SUCKS but i hope u guys like it calebs part was inspired by catch-22 caleb that made me so freaked up i started dreaming abt caging him like a dog and also a tweet abt caleb body worship so here you go

minors dni!!!!!!

caleb x yandere!reader (gender neutral!reader)

cw // kidnapping, dubcon, slight noncon, calebs also into the yandere-ness, the usual yandere/toxic behavior, body worship, reader is freaked up!

caleb moans against his gag, eyes bleary as he started to wake up. he mumbles around his gag, trying to recognize his surroundings.

"morning, colonel." a familar, sweet voice jolts his mind clear.

"mmhph?" caleb's question is clear as he calls out your name. you smile and his heart flutters. he looks around, your bedroom looked exactly as he thought it would. the only difference being how he's tied up against your bedframe. you climb onto the bed, sitting between his open legs.

"i didn't want to do this, y'know." you lean against his chest and caleb feels his heart beat faster. "but when i found out that you were in skyhaven, alive, and you didn't even tell me..." you look up at caleb, eyes watering. caleb mumbles again, forgetting his state of capture. you shush him, "it's okay. i figured you were in trouble, so i helped you! you're safe here." you lean back, cuddling yourself into his chest. caleb tries to wrap his arms around you, but the chains holding him back restricted his movements. you seem to sense his need to get out of his binds, but instead take off the gag in his mouth.

"(y/n), what're you doing?" caleb tries to keep his voice soothing, unsure if you've went insane since he disappeared.

you frown, ignoring his question to unbutton his shirt, "i wanna feel you, how much you've changed since i last saw you." you pout and caleb shivers as he feels your nimble fingers slowly undressing him.

"pipsqueak-" your hands were cold as you slowly carass his chest. caleb holds back a moan, choosing to let out a strangled groan at your touch.

"caleb, you've changed so much, but you're still my caleb... aren't you?" your voice is quiet, almost in awe as your nails softly trace his skin. "still the same caleb that protected me, kept me safe... my beautiful caleb..."

"n-no, pips- we can't-" you tweak his nipple and caleb yelps in surprise. "(y/n)!"

you shush him again, "you said that back then too." you sniffle, "i know you like me too, caleb. so why are you still..." he feels you bury your face into his chest.

"because..." caleb pauses, heart aching. "i have to protect you. you're my everything, (y/n)... so i can't..." you wait for him to continue, but caleb looks away. "please... at least help me put my shirt on." you sigh and caleb looks back, searching your face as you think.

caleb loves you more than he could ever put into words, he knew you better than he knew the back of his own hand. he could look at you and tell right away exactly what you were thinking. whether you were upset with him or excited for something, your face always gave it away to him. so why can't he tell what you're thinking right now? why do you feel like a stranger to him?

"it's okay, caleb. i understand." you straighten and caleb sighs in relief.

a weird part of him was slightly disappointed by how quickly you changed your mind, but still relieved nonetheless. "good, now help me-"

"i guess i have to change your mind." you smile, innocently, and caleb's eyes widen.

"what?" you move back to get close to his crotch and caleb struggles harder. your hands hold his thighs down, restricting his panic."wait, (y/n), don't-" before he could protest, he feels your warm mouth press right below his belly button. he moans, unable to hold it back, "(y/n)-"

you giggle, biting into the skin of his pelvis, "you're so pretty, caleb. even after all this time, you're still so pretty." he couldn't hold back his pleasure, feeling your teeth pierce his skin. your warm tongue licking up the sweat building on his happy trail.

he whines as you move up away from where he truly wanted you, "pips-" he strains against his restraints, ashamed, as he hears himself panting like a dog in heat.

your voice is soft and he feels his body pulse in need as you whisper in his ear, "be patient, caleb.... let me show you how much i love you."

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #minors dni #gender neutral reader #tw noncon #cw dubcon #tw kidnapping #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #caleb x reader #lads caleb x reader #yandere reader #yandere caleb #caleb x reader smut #yandere smut #yandere caleb x reader #caleb x yandere reader #body worship

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angelyuji · 30 days ago

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He doesn't have boobs but that's the appeal.

#im freaked UP rn #art!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i love u so much rick sanchez #i wanna say smth inappropriate but ill hold it in

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angelyuji · 1 month ago

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okay so... we switch perspectives like... 18 times so plsplspls lmk if its confusing/you guys don't like it so i can edit this to be more clear. i dont like using those headers/~~~ things cuz... i personally think its ugly (also im trying something new this time obvi with a yandere reader)

minors dni <3

cecil x yandere!reader

cw // implied noncon, kidnapping (kinda), implied baby trapping, yandere reader, older man x younger woman, nolan also makes an appearance, f!reader, nothing outright crazy but still pls mind the tags, reader is a #creep

"good morning, sir." the director of the gda doesn't show you much interest, only nodding as you set his coffee down. you leave his office, mildly disappointed by his reaction.

"you alright, (y/n)?" you look at donald, giving him a smile.

"i'm okay! i'm heading back to my desk... unless director stedman needs anything else from me." you smile at donald and he sighs, amused.

"i'll let you know." you nod and head back, skipping with joy. you had been working at the gda for a couple years in the finance department. you did odd jobs around the office for everyone with your normal work, but your favorite person to visit was the director. he never really pays attention to you, but you know that he appreciates your diligence.

the day passes smoothly, but director stedman doesn't ask for any of your help, so really the day was shit.

you peek your head into your boss' office, quietly creeping in once you notice that the coast is clear. you sit down at his chair, settling yourself in. you hope that your perfume lingers in the office, that the warmth of your body lingers as your director sits down after you.

you get up, knowing that time was running out for you, when you notice a tie strewn on the couch. his tie. you fight back gleeful giggles as you quickly snatch up the tie, bringing it to your nose. you're hit with the smell of your director, the man you love. you shove the tie into your bag before quickly leaving, hoping no one saw your odd behavior.

cecil knew you were weird, but he hadn't known you were this weird. he had gotten an alert on his phone during his meeting with the guardians that someone had been in his office. he figured that you had dropped in to see if he was around, so ignoring the suspicious 10 minutes that you had lingered, he didn't particularly care.

donald had told him that it was wrong of him to ignore your... admiration for him for a good coffee, but who cares if the coffee came from a obsessed employee if it's good. but now... seeing you huff his tie for 5 minutes, he realizes that he should probably set some boundaries with the young girl.

"everything alright?" cecil pockets his phone as nolan steps in front of him.

"yeah. everything's fine. handle the fucking kaiju in guam and report back to me before you go on vacation." cecil moves to go around him, but nolan steps in front of him. cecil sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "nolan, get to the chase. i have things to take care of at the office."

"your assistant told me you needed help with some teenager." cecil feels his blood pressure rise as nolan fights back a smirk.

"she's not a teenager- actually, i don't know why donald told you anything, but i don't need help. she's my employee." cecil grits his teeth, teleporting back home before nolan could respond.

you couldn't stop shaking. you couldn't tell if it's from happiness or just nerves. cecil has asked for you. asked for you. asked for you. you try to hold back from giggling after one of your coworkers had looked at you weird. donald had come up to you during lunch break, informing you that cecil wanted to "have a chat" after the day ends, and you've been on cloud nine since.

"director stedman?" you keep your voice light, trying to contain your excitement.

cecil glances up at you, "come in, (y/n)." your smile falters at his cold tone. you stand in front of his desk, not wanting to waste anymore of his time.

"w-why did you ask for me, director?"

cecil sighs, "listen, kid... i know i should've said this before, but... but i hadn't realized that it would go this far." he stands and you jolt, unsure of where the conversation was going.

"director-"

"(y/n). i don't really understand your interest in me, but it needs to stop." cecil stands in front of you, eyes cold as he gazes at you. you feel sick as cecil lifts his phone to show you the video.

"d-director, please let me explain-" you look away as you see yourself walk over to the couch. cecil shakes his head.

"no. i don't want an explanation. i want a better employee and right now... you're not what i want." cecil turns and you feel bile rise in your throat.

"please- director-" you couldn't stop the tears, reaching out to him.

"enough. i'm giving you a couple days of leave. go home and get your head in the game, kid." you could feel your heart squeeze in pain at his words. every choked sob coming out of your mouth sounded more pathetic than the last. donald helps you up, gently taking you to your car. he doesn't say anything, only giving you a pitying look as you sat in your car, dry heaving from agony.

cecil knew you were weird, but he didn't know you were batshit insane. he had went home after the meeting with you, too drained to do more work. donald had gave him a crisp "i told you so" and pissed him off too much for him to care about the other bullshit happening in the world. he might not have given you the attention you wanted, but he cares for all of his employees. he barely processed how he got into bed, but next thing he knows, he's waking up and you're on top of him.

"director, hi! i didn't think you'd wake up so soon." you pout, tightening something around his wrist.

"w-what the hell?" he couldn't move and his brain isn't processing anything that's happening. you giggle and a chill goes down his spine. "let me go, (y/n). this isn't funny." he tries his best to pull his binds, but you were surprisingly good at tying knots.

"i practiced for you," you ignore his words, choosing to notice his struggle, "i wanted to be perfect for you." you smile, pupils wide. cecil swallows, you weren't going to be moved by his anger.

"okay, listen." you perk up, hearing his voice soften, "i know you have... strong feelings for me and we'll talk about that. but right now, i need you to let me out, kid. can you do that for me?" your face goes blank and the air stills.

"...kid?" your eye twitches, cecil's eyes search your face.

"yeah. kid. (y/n), you're not even half my age." cecil cracks his neck, suddenly aware of his age, "i didn't want to do this right now, but since you're being stubborn..." he tilts his head, face cold. "everything you feel right now is just temporary. this is your first big girl job and you're a people pleaser, and that's okay. works great for me, but that's it. you're too young for me to even consider a friendship, much less a relationship." cecil leans back, watching you. he took your silence as understanding and he feels pleased, he knew that being blunt was the right option.

you tremble on top of him, not moving off of his hips, "too... young?" you keep your eyes down, hands gripping his waist.

cecil winces as your nails dig into his sides, "(y/n) loosen your- kid-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT. DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT." your eyse go wide as you slam your fists down on the bed. cecil stills. "i'm not a kid, cecil. i'll prove to you how much i love you, i promise. you'll see..." you mumble to yourself, but he feels his blood go cold at the words.

"(y/n)-"

"NO. no more talking. i'm gonna show you. you'll see. we'll start a family and you'll love me like i love you." your eyes are wide, frantic, and cecil starts to struggle again. your hands are warm as they slowly pull down his waistband, he tries to protest, but you smile in response.

"(y/n). i'm ordering you-"

you lean forward to press your lips against his, cutting him off, "we'll have a big, beautiful family, cecil. i promise."

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