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PROMPT 36 from this post (not my prompt post//not my header image either) requested by anon!

Tf2 Medic x reader (NSFW)

—reblogs (not repostings) are always welcome on my content :) —

,,You’re Mine.”

Synopsis: Medic and Reader have the base to themselves for the evening, more or less :)

Content: neutral reader, I tried to keep anatomy and pet names neutral, bondage, teasing, accidental exhibitionism toward the end (scout mention).

Word count: ~1,6k

You shivered as the cold air of the infirmary left your skin prickling, despite the thin layer of sweat beginning to cover it. Your back stuck to the examination table you were currently tied down to, wrists at either side of your head, legs spread open as Medic leaned between them. It felt like he’d been teasing you for hours already, as he kissed along your thighs, only barely tracing his fingers along where you wanted them most.

,,You’re just trembling, Liebchen,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, though you couldn’t move enough to face him. ,,Or perhaps I’ve been neglecting you? A bit sensitive, are we?”

He stood to lean over you, leaving kisses along your ribs and running his hands over the straps keeping your thighs in place- tight enough to squeeze though not so much as to cut off circulation. You couldn’t help the quiet sigh of frustration as his warm hands moved away from your sex as it ached with need. You flushed as your felt him smile against your skin, laughing slightly.

,,Patience, love, it’s not every night we’re given so much time to enjoy each other like this!”

It was true- the rest of the team had gone out to a pub in town to celebrate the week’s victories. You two had stayed back to take advantage of having the base to yourselves.

He stood back up, coming around to stand beside you at the table, smiling down at you as you shook and strained slightly against the straps holding you in place. Having him tease you like this, while you could nothing but watch, and wait, and endure, it was driving you crazy. It was only amplified by the fact that he was still nearly fully clothed, only his coat had been discarded, and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. You needed more of him.

He ran a hand back down your thigh as the other rested against your flushed cheek, before tangling in your hair. You nearly bucked into his hand as it moved to finally cup over your sex, so close but still denying you what you so desperately craved. Sadly, the straps held you firmly against the table as you twitched.

,,Yes, I suppose I have neglected you, Schatz. Look at how desperate you are, and I’ve barely touched you, poor thing,” his voice dripped with false sympathy as he kissed your forehead. He hovered there a moment as he teased your entrance, tracing circles without applying enough pressure to push in.

,,Ja, mein Schatz. All mine for the evening,” his breath hit your ear as he leaned down, running his lips along your neck. You jumped slightly as you felt him nip at your throat. ,,I want to hear you say it, Schatz. Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasised the order with a particularly rough circled pressed around your entrance, making you yelp, though he kept his voice light.

,,Yours! I’m yours, please-” you were aching for him to take you, you needed him to fill you. Desperate for more than the barely-friction he’d been giving you.

,,Perfekt, just like that, Liebling,” slowly, torturously slowly, he pushed a finger into you as he kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving tiny bruises over your collar bones with his teeth. You let out a shaky sigh as he began to quicken his pace, soon adding a second finger to pump in and out of you.

You moaned as he suddenly curled his fingers, only to be cut off by his lips over yours. He moved his free hand to grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he groaned, feeling you clench around his fingers.

After a moment he pulled away, biting your lip softly. You whined as he pulled his fingers from you. He grinned down at you, looking slightly disheveled himself now.

,,Patience, I said, Schatz.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead as he loosened the straps that kept your arms in place. He didn’t release you, though you could now pull them down a bit from the edge of the table anyway.

He moved back towards the opposite end of the table, undoing the straps over your thighs, kissing the red indents they’d left before pulling you roughly towards him by your hips. He chuckled softly at the startled gasp that left you as he did.

,,I think you’re prepared enough for me now, ja, Liebling?”

You nodded enthusiastically, well, as much as the metal table that your skull rested against would allow. ,,Yes, please! Please fuck me,” you almost wanted to feel bashful, hearing the need in your voice. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much, as anticipation clouded your mind.

You heard him unzip his fly as he continued to stroke your thigh with his free hand. You sighed as you felt his head pressing against your entrance, just resting there, finally freed from the taught tent of his pants.

,,I want to hear you say it again, Schatz. Tell me how you’re mine.” He moved his hand to squeeze your hip, as the other stroked his shaft, having set a small bottle of lube on the cart beside the table.

,,Yes, I’m yours! All yours, please, Medic!”

,,Please what, Liebling?”

His teasing never took you by surprise, but it frustrated you to no end.

,,Just fuck me, please, I need to feel you!”

,,Of course, Schatz,” he gripped your hips harshly and suddenly slammed into you, making you scream, from both the stretch and the pleasure you’d finally been allowed. Thankfully you were well stretched and lubed enough that it hadn’t hurt too much, just enough to leave you breathless as you waited for him to move.

,,Oh, how I love the sounds you make for me, my dear,” he gripped your hips, likely leaving faint bruises as he did, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips foreward and bottoming out into you. ,,Just for me. Though I think you can be louder than that, ja?”

He pulled out nearly all the way, before hilting in you again, drawing a shaky moan from you as you felt your eyes rolled. It went on this way for a while, a rough though slow pace, quickly leaving your voice hoarse from the whines and moans that he pulled from you.

,,F-faster, please, Medic…” you could only barely put the words together in the quiet plea, head foggy with need.

He smirked, lifting your hips from the table as he quickened his pace, slamming into you against the table. Having nothing else within your limited reach, your fingers gripped your hair, as you felt your climax approaching, hard and fast. It seemd Medic could tell as much as well, as he changed his angle to hit inside you just perfectly, making you cry out as your orgasm tore through you.

You could feel his pace begin to stutter as his own climax drew near. He thrust into you a few more times before he finished, panting slightly as he pulled your hips off of him. He leaned down to kiss the inside of your thighs as you recovered.

It was at that moment the doors to the infirmary slammed open, breaking you both out of your post-orgasm fog.

,,Hey, doc, I saw the lights were on and I- oh-”

,,Out!”

Scout left as quickly as he’d come in. You couldn’t see much with your limited movement, though with the straps being loosened you could sit up just enough to see the bit of blood that had been left on the door handle.

With a sigh, Medic stood back up and began to remove your restraints completely.

,,I should probably take care of whatever that was. Why don’t you wait for me in the bedroom, Liebling?”

He helped you down from the table, rubbing your wrist gingerly over the red marks the straps had left.

You nodded and grabbed your clothes from his desk, quickly making for the door taht led to his private quarters.

It was a bit jarring, though it was hardly the first time the two of you had been interrupted by a teammate- it was part of why nights when the two of you had the base to yourselves were so drawn out, to get the most out of them. Scout must’ve gotten into a fight or something in town, to be back so early and bleeding. Or maybe the two of you had also simply lost track of time.

You cleaned yourself off a bit, before changing into your bedclothes and settling down to wait for Medic to get back.

You found yourself absently tracing your fingers over the marks the staps had left across your body, where they’d held you. They crisscrossed over your thighs, your wrists and forearms, even one across your upper chest, bellow your collar bones.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting worked up all over again, a hand running down to stroke between your legs as the other traced the reddened, indented texture of your flesh. You leaned back into the mattress, closing your eyes as you sighed, the knot in your gut steadily tightening.

You weren’t sure how much time had gone by, when you were startled out of your quiet by a hand gently taking your wrist. Apparently whatever Scout had needed didn’t take Medic very long to sort out.

,,Already ready for another round?” He sat down beside you on the bed, propping himself up with his free hand as he moved the other to rest at the crux of your thigh, just next to where you had been stimulating yourself. ,,and starting without me, how naughty, Schatz.”

#medic #spicy

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sickly-ships · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

#medic

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Blue hour desperation

#nsft #medic

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sickly-ships · 2 years ago

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Why? - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x GN!Reader

Summary: He doesn't understand why you love him, fluff and reassurance follow.

Possible Warnings: Slight angst, but otherwise there are none.

He'd been smart his entire life. So much so that to only call him only that would be an understatement. He was a genius, a master at anything that came down to intellect. He's always understood things, it was just another part of his brilliance.

So, why didn't he understand you? He understood that you cared about him, loved him, even. You loved him so much that you were even willing to keep his work as the Riddler a secret from others.

It felt more than just nice to be loved by someone, it was something he never received before he met you. It felt like what he'd always imagined Heaven would be.

He understood that you loved him, but why? The 'why' part didn't make sense. How could you look at the loser that was Edward Nashton and tolerate him, let alone love him? It didn't make sense. Hell, how could you even love him after you learned he was the Riddler? None of it made sense.

For once, he was confused.

He wanted to accept that you loved him, but with one simple question constantly nagging at him, he couldn't. Why? Why did you love him?

The question is always in the back of his head, even when he's just trying to spend time with you; like he is now. You look adorable, head laying on his chest while you absentmindedly scroll through an app on your phone, the two of you cuddling on the couch in your apartment.

"Why do you love me?" he blurted out suddenly, finally giving in to his curiosity. You turned your attention away from your phone and onto him.

"What?"

"I—Ummm…. I should've picked a better time to ask that…" He looked away, embarrassed by the suddenness of his question.

"Say it again, Eddie, you spoke a little too fast for me to hear you."

He took a deep breath before repeating himself. "Why do you love me? I–I hope that doesn't sound rude or anything."

You looked at him silently in confusion.

"I know that you love me," he began, elaborating, "I just don't understand why. How could you love someone like me? Especially after you learned about the things that I do as the Riddler? I just don't get it, it doesn't make sense."

"How couldn't I love you? I feel like I could go on for days about every single thing I love about you, Eddie.

"You're the smartest person I've ever met, you're sweet, you're adorable, you're considerate, and so much more. Like I said, I could go on for days. It does make sense for me to love you. Promise me you'll never forget that, alright?"

He slowly nodded, "I promise." You knew exactly what to say to him, he loved you far too much to break any promise he shared with you.

You smiled before leaning in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I love you so much," he said. "Thank you for loving me, even if I'm still learning how to accept it."

#eddie

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sickly-ships · 2 years ago

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Obsessive Headcanons

Dano!Riddler Headcanons commission: some hc's for eddie being an obsessive little weirdo 🐀💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: obsessive, stalking, yandere themes

He can be a little bit… intense with his obsessive nature.

A lot of it is down to trust issues. Why wouldn’t you leave the same way that everything else has. Which is ridiculous to him, because it’s not like he’s ever had that much in the first place. Though, he supposes that’s why he notices it more when it’s snatched away from him.

So having someone, especially someone like you, within his grasp, to be in your favour.

That’s not something he’s willing to give up, or to have taken away.

The world is cruel. But he can be crueller if need be.

First on his agenda would be memorising your schedule. Social conventions tell him that it’s too early to have you move in, but that would be his ideal situation. To have you under lock and key, in his sights all the time.

Not that he would keep you locked up.

Although, if it came to it… it’s not necessarily the worst idea in the word.

But until then, whichever scenario he ends up settling on, whichever method turns out to be the one that works best, he’ll be satisfied with knowing where you are and what you’re doing.

It’s surprisingly easy to get trackers on your phone, your keys, your favourite pieces of clothing or shoes.

Just… in case something bad happens to you.

And so he can be sure to show up to help you if you need him to.

Next up, he intends to ingratiate himself in every aspect of your life.

Need a ride to work? Someone to chum you on the train? He’s right there beside you.

Your hallway light went out? Don’t worry, he just happens to have the exact bulbs you need!

Door a little bit creaky? Yeah he noticed that? Oh, your bedroom door? He noticed that too… or… no he didn’t… ANYWAY! He has some WD40 and he’ll get right on it.

Oh wow! You go to trivia night at this bar? So does he! You won’t have seen him for a while though, he’s been really busy with work and couldn’t make it. But uh… if you have room on your team… he’d be more than happy to join!

And the stranger who keeps calling you and then hanging up? How about he blocks the number? Or answers it for you next time?

In fact, how about you spend the day with him? That way, if the stranger calls, he’s right there beside you.

He’ll always be right there beside you, if you let him.

In fact, he will be even if you don’t.

That’s just how dedicated he is to you!

#eddie

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sickly-ships · 2 years ago

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Good Things in Small Packages

Edward Nashton x Soft!Dom reader

Warnings: Bondage, edging, 18+, Minors DNI.

Summary: Eddie won't listen when you say he's beautiful, what better way to convince him than a game of cat and mouse

Commission for @lovesickrobotic

“Lovely, just lovely.” Placing a long revenant kiss onto the cherubic cheek of the man securely bound below you. His lengthy form contorted slightly pushing himself further into the mess of pillows you had set him against. Pouting you leaned over and gently grasped his flushed cheek tilting the rounded face of your beloved. Edward was caught instantly within the intensity of the gaze. From the way you held his face gently stroking the right side with your left hand while the other was tracing the tendons of his throat. His pulse was racing wildly causing a gentle giggle to bubble up and out of your chest. "Eddie!" cooing you lent forward and placed another kiss on his fervent skin eliciting a shrill whine that buzzed your lips pleasantly. Edward squirmed under your touch but it was no use the silken fabric contoured around his plush form binding him to your will. Which, presently was to absolutely drench his entire being with as much affection as you could. Usually, Eddie would shy away from your praise, ducking his head to avoid the intensive expressions of love you desperately longed to lavish him with. Well! No more could he dodge you, once and for all you were going to worship Eddie the way he deserved.

Moving your lips downward you began to pepper little pecks and licks into the lower portion of Edward's face. Making doubly sure to reserve your slowest kisses for those points on his neck that pulled the sweetest sounds from within. "Y-Y/N I-!" nipping lightly at his Adam's apple Edward was bucking below you wildly. The contact with your soft lips and curved form was entirely too much and nothing at all. Internally a war was brewing in your beloved. The softer part of Edward was clawing fiercely to accept your affections, sink himself back into the pillows, and stuffed toys you had placed around his bound form in devoted adoration. But no matter how he tried the nagging voice in his brain slithered in whispering that he wasn't worth your love, and didn't deserve to be cared for in this way. There wasn't a time before meeting and falling in love with you that Eddie was shown this level of care, why should he get used to it now? Why should he grow fond of the feeling of your lips on his feverish skin… When… when… Before the negative spiral could truly take root you had crashed your lips to his in a fervent kiss chasing away the storm clouds and refocusing Edward's attention on you.

"You're thinking too much!" cooing in a sing-song tone. Your nails gently scratched his scalp stroking Edward's soft brown hair. Leaning into your touch your boyfriend mewled forlornly. "Sorry… I guess I'm not good at this whole… being loved thing." shrugging to the best of his ability despite the bindings. Frowning slightly as you thought of how best to get Edward's mind focused where it really belonged. Slowly a wicked grin formed on your lips. "Eddie~!" purring seductively as you sensually stroked his protruding stomach. You adored every inch of his lengthy body but his tenderly soft tummy was your favorite. He was staring at you with a slightly concerned expression saying nothing. Kissing his cheek you leaned into his ear whispering lowly "You wanna play a game?" Words dripping with seduction watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed shallowly. "What kind of game?" came his nervous reply. Giggling you wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you tugged him flush to your body. The sides of your breasts were pressing into his pallid chest. With every breath you took, they pushed tantalizingly close to his. "One we can both win.. one that lets me open you up. You are my special gift aren't you?" With the way, the bright green pupils behind his lenses were dilated you knew you were on the right track. "I- uh.. yeah." the reply was lame but blood was quickly rushing out of Edward's brain as you began to kiss your way down his body.

"Wha-ahh-t's the game?" voice cracking as your warm, wet tongue swirled around his quickly hardening nipples. Causing a hissing sigh from his plush lips when you began to suck gently. Kissing and licking the buds. Your other hand rolled the pert nipple under your thumb. Eddie's chest heaved as he moaned from your worship. Popping off his chest you kissed between his collarbones and laid them into his sternum. "Mm, since you can't seem to find it in you to accept my praise.. even though it's the absolute truth! I thought we'd try a little "positive reinforcement" using your fingers to continue to massage his chest. "How are you going to that?" his voice melted into a high-pitched whine of disappointment as you moved downwards licking lazily around the ribbons that crissed and crossed over his stomach. Bits of him sagged over the bows. He was your beautiful gift. Time to start unraveling the wrappings that held Eddie to earth. Nibbling gently at the pudge that resided there. It always struck you dumb over how beautiful he was in all his soft curves and long features. There was a grace in how his brow furrowed while working out a puzzle, how fast his brilliant mind would work out a problem and find the answer. However, you found him most beautiful at the precipice between brilliance and pure animal lust. Emerald eyes locked onto your hand as it slowly drifted down between his soft thighs. Gently running your nails between the binds around his flesh, twirling around his already leaking cock. You giggled softly as his hips bucked into your phantom touches. "God Eddie…" breathing heavily as you pressed warm, worshipful kisses around the skin of his inner thighs, before drifting your mouth over and hotly kissing his weeping cockhead. Listening to the sweet sobs that fell from his throat all while you worshipped him. Suddenly you bent up from between his legs using the binds at his chest as leverage to bring him in for a kiss that was all passion, yet still gentle. Softly exploring the cavern of his mouth with your tongue. His danced along yours in a fluttering mating ritual that pulled a guttural groan from deep within your throat.

Pulling way to cradle his flushed cheeks you gazed down at his little love-drunk smile. Gently you moved back down his body sitting between his thighs. "You ready to play the game sweetie?" Looking up at him through your lashes catching sight of his quickly bobbing mess of tawny brown hair "M'ready….." hips squirming together to the best of his abilities, you sighed quickly pinning him down. "Easy Eddie!" Cooing you gently stoked his thigh letting your hand fall to the taught base of his cock, where your silky soft hand ghosted up the shaft gripping it firmly in the middle. Letting it rest as you looked directly into his blown-out eyes, nearly black with lust. "The game is simple, I'm going to play with your cock and every time I compliment you, you're going to repeat what I say back or I'll stop stroking. Gluping down the lump in his throat your sweet little gift nodded shallowly to show he understood. Smiling at his acceptance you placed your other hand on his lower stomach, petting the flushed skin that resided there. "Good boy."

It was then time for the game to begin. All at once you had spit into your hand and then began to slowly pump his cock. Up, down, up, down, it was methodical the way you were massaging his skin. Thumb traveling up to circle his red tip. Your hands were heaven on earth for Edward as low sobbing moans flowed out of him. Enjoying the way his chest heaved as all the mussels in his body strained against the ribbons. In a moment your hand stopped pulling his attention to your face. "Eddie… You're so beautiful, the most beautiful person in Gotham." Starting with a hard one probably wasn't fair, but it was for the best. Almost gagging on his words Eddie's broken little voice choked out "I-I'm beau-fuck!" Your pointer finger and thumb had formed a ring and that was what currently was rubbing against his throbbing shaft going from feather soft to tight against him in an instant. "I-I- I'm beautiful! T-the most beautiful person- in Gah-Gotham!" squealing at the end as your nails brushed his leaky slit. "Good job Eddie!" cooing his flushed, sweat-covered skin, the silly round smile painted onto his cheeks Time for a harder one." You matter so so much, I don't know what I would do without you." He squeaked as you kept rubbing his cock milking the compliments from his lips. The same way you were milking the pre-cum from his tip.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut, in an almost pained expression, Your words, he heard them, they slammed into his heart like a fright train but he just couldn't get them to repeat, "Y-Y/N I can't- I'm not!" babbling as his body kept pulling at the ribbons, thrashing back into the large squishmallow he was snuggled into. Tears had begun to form on long bottom lashes, and the pink rose petals of his bottom lip wobbled tragically. Still, your hand deftly continued to rub at him. "Yes you can baby, I know you can." crooning softly. Your warm lips kissed his stomach lazily as you rested your head on his lower abdomen. "You don't want me to stop do you?" before you could finish asking Eddie shrieked no. Laughing slightly at the response you smiled while using your other hand to wipe his tears. "Recite." firmly holding his cock in place.

"I… matter so, so much" Choking down a sob as you kept massaging his dick Eddie managed to continue his recitation. Over and over your words were pounded into his skull as you expertly kept him on the edge of his orgasm. Finally coming to the very last set of words for him to repeat. Smoothly you had settled into Eddie's side a fitting place to be when he reached his end. "I'm a very good boy, who is going to cum all over my hand." In his state of delirium, Eddie didn't notice your command. Too busy being a blushing fucked out mess he mumbled the words back. "M'a very good boy… Gunna cum all o'ver your hand." It wasn't until you were letting go of his cock and he felt the thick ropes of cum hitting his stomach that he realized the whining moans were his own. You soothed Eddie through his orgasm gently cradling him in your arms as you stroked his hair. "Thank you, baby, you did so good for me." Peppering kisses into his cheeks. Coming down for his high Edward snuggled into your arms. He was stripped bare and laid out before you. But instead of mocking him or ripping his heart out you took the parts of him that sagged with lack of love and filled it with your adoration for him. "I- love you Y/N.." gasping between heaving breaths. You simply returned your lips to his kissing Edward as if your lives depended on it.

#THIS IS PERFECT #WAHHH #eddie #nsft

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