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demolition-lov3rs · 3 months ago

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tracing tattoos ; Eric Draven x Reader

summary: Your tattoo hasn't even healed yet. Neither has your heart, because you forgot to get the number of Chance's super hot friend. Lucky for you, Chance gave him your address. [PART ONE HERE!]

word count & w a r n i n g s: K | female reader, smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, kissing, rough sex, spit-swallowing, finger sucking, gag reflex mention, canon divergence/alternate universe (Shelly doesn't exist) and a little fluff?? at the end.

a/n: I've been asked to do a part two to this for a while, so... after ages. voila. also semi-inspired by that one anon that asked for eric to go ham on reader after she traces his tattoos for a little too long! banner by @/kodaswrld and @/strangergraphics!

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Being the only light in the room, the TV casts its blue glow over everything, flickering with the changing images. You scrape the spoon along the curve of the container and bring the last of the ice cream to your mouth, sucking gently. Cookie dough. You flip the spoon over and suction it to your tongue, before snuggling back into the pillows.

Knock-knock-knock.

Like a dog, your head snaps to the door and you quirk a single brow, confused. Anyone you know would’ve called first, and anyone you don’t know…. you don’t answer. A few moments pass, and the knock repeats. You untuck your legs from the blanket, and make your way over to the door, stepping apprehensively, as if whoever it is can hear your footsteps from outside. You press yourself against the door, looking into the glass peephole.

Suddenly, you can’t open the door fast enough. It’s only been two days – your tattoo hasn’t even healed – but you haven’t stopped thinking about fucking him, about him in general. You’re fumbling with the deadbolt and throwing the door open, and finally, with the spoon still in your mouth, you mutter his name. Smiling, Eric crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. He seems relieved. Relieved that what? You opened the door at all? Relieved that you still remember his name?

“Hey.”

With a loud, wet pop, you break the seal of the spoon and pull it from your mouth, grinning back at him. He’s as handsome as you remember, if not moreso. You tap the spoon on the side of your temple as you stare, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Chance told me where you lived. Um. I hope that–”

“Cool,” you say, before latching your finger into the waistband of his silk shorts and tugging him inside. As you do, your knuckle grazes the warm, taut skin of his lower abdomen and your eyes roll back in your head, feeling the first wave of heat between your legs.

You stand on your tiptoes to loop your arms around his neck, and he, in return, laces his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body. He presses his lips against you, urging you backwards slightly. The kiss is tender, but laden with a passion that sends electricity down your spine. After a few moments, he finally breaks the kiss, searching your gaze hungrily.

“What are you doing?”

You gesture to the couch behind him, and to the empty pint of ice cream. “Just chilling. Netflix and chill, or whatever.”

“Can I join you?”

Your smile reaches your eyes and you wordlessly tug him towards the sofa, plopping down as soon as it’s near enough for you to do so.

“We can watch a movie, or… some TV. I don’t care. What are you in the mood for?”

Eric seems to ponder that question, but ultimately shrugs in his shy, passive nature. You thumb through the options, eventually landing on some B-horror film. It’ll serve as entertainment enough. You toss the remote onto the table, the sound of plastic clattering against the glass drowned out by the sound of chainsaws revving.

“Lay down…” you coo, looking into his eyes. Eric immediately obeys, stretching his long limbs out on the plush sofa cushions. His arms are open, waiting for you, somehow predicting exactly what you were going to do. You crawl up his body, and snuggle your way into the space between his torso and the sofa cushions. It’s a tight fit, but you have zero issue being pressed against him. Eric wraps his arms around you and shifts, getting comfortable as he turns to watch the film. Your legs tangle with his long, warm ones, and you snuggle in closer underneath his arm.

As you two watch, your fingers trace his tattoos as you did before, but this time, it’s more absentmindedly. You’re about half way through the movie when he groans, digging his hips backwards into the sofa.

“Fuck, that feels so good…” His breath hitches, his lower abdomen twitching with the intake. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You laugh, almost incredulously and lift your head up to look at him. “What, me touching your ink? You sound touch-starved.”

“Maybe I am.”

Your fingers trail further down his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his pants. You flick teasingly at the elastic of it, watching as it snaps back against his skin.

“Poor baby…” you whisper into his pectoral muscle. “I have a hard time believing that, but poor baby all the same.”

Eric says nothing, just breathes, watching you. Your fingertips scrape along his skin for a moment longer before finally delving into his shorts. You’re immediately greeted by the warmth of his half-hard cock, which you take into your hand, and begin stroking. Eric pushes his head into the cushion tucked behind his neck, his lids drifting shut. “Shit, baby.”

After a few strokes, abruptly, Eric yanks your hand from his shorts and tugs you harshly on top of him, situating your hips together. He grinds up into you a few times, testing the level of your arousal and what you’re in the mood for. To his delight, you respond with a breathy moan, visibly loving the rigid feeling of his cock against your center. You take a few deep breaths, steadying yourself as Eric hinges slightly at the waist and pulls his thin black shirt over his head and tosses it carelessly off to the side. Your eyes widen in adoration at the visual – it’s nothing new, considering you’ve seen his body before but it’s equally as exciting as the first time. Coupled with the erotic familiarity, you feel your arousal building rapidly. His body is warm… so warm beneath you and you can’t help but run your hands over the now exposed skin. Back to tracing his tattoos, back to trying to memorize the ink with your fingertips.

Still sitting upright, Eric pulls your chin down slightly, into a searing kiss. His other hand slips around your back, coming to rest at the base of it. Lithe, long fingers stroke up underneath your t-shirt, gently caressing the skin until it prickles with goosebumps. After a few minutes of tangling your tongues together, of pouring all that pent-up desire and all-consuming loneliness into your mouth, he breaks the kiss to speak.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” His green eyes trail over your delicate features, a genuine smile spreading over his pink, plump lips.

“Me neither,” you confess. “You’ve been on my mind since I left Chase’s apartment, honestly.”

Eric gazes up into your eyes like you’re the entire galaxy, splayed out before him, twinkling just for him. “Your touch is driving me fucking insane, you know that?”

You nod, grinding your hips hard down against him. “Yeah, you said that, Eric...”

In a swift maneuver, Eric flips you over on the soft sofa and grips the elastic waist of your sweatpants. With one hard yank, your lower half is exposed to him, the cool air of your apartment hitting your center. He takes a moment to drink you in, the way your legs are wrapped eagerly around his hips, the way your hair has fallen from its messy ponytail and is now splayed out on the cushion behind you. It’s a perfect picture for him, and it fuels his desire. His dick twitches in his slack, and your eyes dart down to it. Mmmmm.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Can I fuck you again?”

You blink. The juxtaposition of him manhandling you and then politely, breathily asking if he can fuck you again… “You’re so cute, wow. You don’t have to ask me… the answer is always going to be yes.”

With one hand, Eric pulls his shorts down over the curve of his ass, freeing his erection from the fabric. Even though you’ve seen it before, even though you rode him, the sight of it leaves you breathless. Gripping your hips with both hands, he takes a silent moment to line himself up before breaching your entrance slowly, plunging his cock deep inside, inch by inch. You feel every vein and ridge of his cock as it hilts itself inside of you.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, staring up at the ceiling. Your voice rapidly changes pitches, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so deeply. “Oh my god…”

With his hips pressing flush against yours, Eric hesitates, breathing shallowly, to avoid losing control and moving too fast, too quickly. You sense this, and reach up, pressing your hand against the firm skin of his abdomen, just above his cock.

“It’s okay… you don’t have to be gentle with me. I missed you.”

He searches your gaze for a moment, trying to find any hesitation or uncertainty. When he doesn’t, he nods softly, backing his hips up and sliding himself out to the tip. You hear him hold his breath as he then sinks himself back in. He repeats the action and quickly finds a bullying rhythm, one that rocks your body back and forth against the arm of the sofa. Still holding onto your naked body, his hips snap against yours, skin against skin. Your moans tumble off your lips, unrestrained as he moves inside of you.

He dips forward, and pushes your shirt up over the swell of your breasts. He allows his mouth to connect with one of your hardened, sensitive nipples. His tongue swirls around it quickly, and he sucks the soft flesh into his mouth for a moment before moving carefully around your tattoo to the other one, and paying it an equal amount of attention.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes over your collarbone before straightening up again. His hands move over your body, mapping out every swell and curve of it. Seems like you’re not the only one trying to memorize things.

He angles his hips, hitting a deeper spot inside you. The sensation has you seeing stars and you reach up blindly, until you find skin. You grip whatever is underneath your hand – his toned forearm – and whine, lifting your legs and pressing them back against your chest.

“Fuck, Eric, yeah… yeah! Just like that, baby!”

He nods, breathlessly, and doesn’t relent on his speed or his intensity, but grips the side of your hips hard enough to bruise. You can see the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his bangs damp. Everything about him screams your type, and as he fucks into you, he’s hammering that thought home.

“You like that? Feel good?”

You nod, lips parted. Eric replaces the emptiness with one of his hands, slipping his middle and ring finger inside the cavern of your mouth. He presses down on your tongue, and the length of them teases your gag reflex.

“Fuck… oh my god!” You can hear the tight urgency in his voice, and the ragged breaths that follow. He’s close, and everything slaps against you in the best way, the sound filling the room. The movie drowns out behind the melody of your fucking, and Eric withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He makes a show of sucking them clean, loving the sweet taste of your mouth. You dig your head into the cushion behind your head.

“Eric… Eric, I’m gonna’ fucking cum! Sh-shit!”

Your back arches up off the cushions as the first wave of your orgasm rips through you. You clench around Eric’s cock like a fist, and shudder, fluttering around him. His eyes roll back in his head, and you watch, in ecstasy as he drops his head back. His hips stutter and with one final push, Eric buries himself balls-deep inside of your cunt, pumping his release deep inside you.

“FUCK!” He grinds his hips hard against yours, riding out the waves. You’re filled to the brim, and as he finally backs his hips up, feel the hot, viscous liquid drip heavily out, pooling underneath your bare ass.

“That was… fuck, that was amazing.”

He nods, his mouth dry. He swallows a few times, looking deep into your eyes again. “Yeah, yeah it was.”

Eric bends down, pressing a soft, intimate kiss against your lips. He’s savouring it, you can feel the way that he tastes you, his tongue slipping out to gently sweep across your bottom lip.

“Stay.” You say. “Stay with me tonight. I want you to sleep in my bed, and fuck me all night long… stay with me, please?”

“Forever.”

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demolition-lov3rs · 3 months ago

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I Want Someone Badly | flangst

Roman Godfrey/Siren!reader

warnings: really bad first time writing, teen drinking, lots of lip biting !!

a/n: first time writing for roman :) im just a bit nervy so be kind. please enjoy!

wc: 1.4k

summary: sirens don't fall in love, someone once said. when you met roman, you felt like having a little fun. getting him to fall in love, then making out with his best friend to break his heart. you'd done it so many times before it was second nature. you didn't even think love was real. until roman.

you hold your solo cup with a loose grip, letting the liquid drip out as you dance with some stranger. less of a stranger now that his hands are on your hips. you came to this party for him.

“roman, i need some air,” you lean in to say in his ear. he groans, letting go of you, and grumbling incoherently. he begrudgingly goes off to get another drink.

you walk around looking for an exit, as you're not paying attention to your surroundings someone bumps into you, hard.

“ouch! you bitch!” you push back the person who bumped into you. it's roman's cousin. she hates your guts because she thinks you're with her cousin. you feel someone else come behind you and place his hands on your hips again.

“leave her alone letha,” roman scolds her, pulling you away to an exit. you pout when you finally get outside, your concern about letha showing to roman.

“she really hates me,” your gaze falls to your aching feet. his hand brushes some hair behind your ear, its sweet.

“don't worry about her, you have better things to be concerned about,” he sighs. his hand lifts your face up, looking in your eyes now. you pout, making him feel bad for you. you fiddle with his other hand, biting your lip before letting it go.

“i told you to stop doing that,” he mumbles. you look down for a moment. you could win an Oscar with your performance here.

“we're not even dating, i don't know why she hates me so much,” you murmur. he kisses you, you gasp into it. it isn't sexy or lust filled, it's the sweetest kiss you've ever felt. so that it doesn't feel real when you become his girlfriend the same night.

you feel him beside you as you grab your book out of your locker.

“hey rome.” you know it's him, no one else would approach roman's girlfriend so casually. you lean back against your locker to face him, giving him the sweetest smile you can. you hate how perfect he looks in this light. his hair falling nicely on his forehead, and the light hitting his perky nose.

“can i come over today?” you ask him with pleading eyes and the cutest pout you can muster. he smiles at your pout and bites his lip in mock thought.

“i don't know, can you?” je teases with the biggest smile. you roll your eyes and lean in, looking directly into his eyes. your almost scary gaze pulls him into a dreamlike trance.

“roman i'm coming over tonight,” he can't deny a siren's power. even as an upir. you smirk as he snaps out of your trance. your smirk drops into a small frown to play the part of the concerned girlfriend.

“everything okay, rome? you left me there for a minute,” you ask, brushing some of his hair from his face as he zones back in.

“what? i'm fine, get your hands off my face,” he pulls your hand away from his hair. you know you only have a few minutes until the bell will ring so you place a light kiss on his cheek.

“see you tonight rome,” you relent, closing your locker and walking off once the bell rings.

you pull into the driveway of the godfrey residence, never having been there before you notice an unknown car. it's peter's car. you stop yourself from smiling too soon, you can't give away your intentions. as you knock on the front door, you look at the extravagant house. you're so focused you barely notice when the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend. what snaps you out is when he calls out your name.

“hey rome! is peter here too?” you try to appear nonchalant bringing peter up. he moves aside to let you in, but wraps his arm around you in a hug.

“yea, i can ask him to leave if you want,” he mumbles in your ear. he presses the softest kiss to your hairline. you feel like throwing up when your heart races, it's gonna be so fun breaking up with him.

“no it's fine, i needed to talk to him anyway,” you smile up at him. roman gives you a curious look, but neither of you dig into it. as you get to his bedroom you look around before setting your sights on peter. this is the perfect opportunity. but you don't want to do it anymore. you look over at roman, giving him a small smile.

“rome, could you get me a soda? i'll take whatevers in your fridge,” you ask with a pout. he nods with an amused expression as he walks out, leaving you and peter alone.

you look over at peter, biting your lip as you think about your options. your nature calls you to break man in any way possible. but, you like roman. roman seems to like you too.

“peter,” you get his attention quickly. making eye contact you reach deep into his consciousness. you really don't wanna hurt roman anymore. you allow Peter to fall under the trance a few moments longer before the guilt sets in. you haven't even done anything yet and you feel the guilt. suddenly, you look away from him and rush out of the room. you stop right outside of the room and try to remember the way out of the house to no avail. you run off into a direction you somewhat recognize. almost pummeling into the man of the hour you feel tears start to come to your eyes.

“hey, sweetheart? Is everything okay?” he pauses, thinking of what could be going on, “did peter do something? i'll kick his ass if he did!” he looks down at you, trying to wrap you into a hug.

you cry some more and push away from him.

“let go of me, roman!” you exclaim before running off into the direction he came from. he calls your name, watching you run away before following after and yelling for you to stop and tell him what's wrong.

“roman, i'm what's wrong! i can't love you! i don't know how,” you exclaim almost wildly with tears in your eyes. he stares at you with shock apparent on his face. you both stand in silence for a few moments before he drags you over and wraps you in a hug. you cry into his shoulder for a few minutes, he lightly rubs your back and smooths your hair down. he pulls away when you stop crying. your mascara and eyeliner is all over your face and his nice sweater.

“god i ruined your sweater,” your lips curl and you almost start crying again, “i ruin everything.”

roman gently brings a hand up to wipe your new tears away. he rests his hands on your cheeks.

“what is going on with you?” he looks so concerned when he asks, you immediately come clean.

"i'm not human,” you breathe out, looking at everything but roman. he scoffs, holding you still. brushing some hair behind your ear he says, “hey look at me sweetheart.”

you look up at him, letting go of your bitten lip.

“it's okay, i'm not human either,” he holds your chin gently. you laugh a bit, confusing him.

“roman i knew you were an upir,” you say, shocking him a bit. when he gets over the shock he gives you an inquisitive look.

“why didn't you tell me?” he raises an eyebrow waiting for the shoe to drop.

“i didn't think we would last this long. i was planning on breaking it off tonight,” you're ashamed of your ways. he's taken aback, almost letting go of you.

“why?” he feels betrayed, but he wants to know why. he's at least owed that.

“siren's don't love, they just break men's hearts. i didn't know any better before you,” you explain, ready to plead with him. pride is not one of your concerns anymore. he's aghast, but he knows there's a reason you added the last part.

“i think i fell in love with you roman,” you confess breathlessly, watching him carefully. his face crumbles.

“i've been in love with you,” he confesses with an almost smile. you're crying again, as he pulls your face to his in a sweet kiss. you both apologize between kisses until you need to pull back for air. resting your foreheads together you intertwined your fingers in his.

“i'll never leave you again roman,” you breathe.

“i'll never let you feel like you're not loved again, sweetheart,” he says with the biggest smile.

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