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twistiraki · 1 year
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A Magic Worth Keeping: The Price of Love
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Azul Ashengrotto was browsing through the library when he came across a mysterious book. He was drawn to it, his curiosity piqued. As he began to study the strange spells within, he stumbled upon one that promised to summon a creature of immense power and beauty.
Intrigued, Azul gathered the necessary ingredients and performed the spell. A stunning demon appeared before him, her eyes gleaming with power. "Who are you?" Azul asked, his guard up.
"I am Y/N," she replied. "You have summoned me, magician."
Azul was taken aback by Y/N's beauty and power. He was used to being the one in control, but he felt a strange sense of unease around her. "What are you capable of?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"I have many powers," Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "But I require a steady supply of energy to keep them up. And that's where you come in, magician."
Azul felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Y/N spoke. He knew he should be cautious, but something about her drew him in. "What do you want from me?" he asked, still wary.
"Nothing that you can't provide," Y/N said, stepping closer to Azul. "I need to kiss you to keep my power up. And in return, I can grant you anything you desire."
Azul felt a surge of desire course through him at Y/N's words. He knew he should resist, but he couldn't help himself. "Anything?" he asked, his guard slowly coming down.
"Anything," Y/N repeated, her eyes locked on Azul's. "But first, let me show you what I'm capable of."
As Y/N kissed Azul, he felt a rush of energy and warmth that he had never experienced before. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he couldn't resist Y/N's power.
As they spent more time together, Azul found himself drawn to Y/N's strength and confidence. But he also sensed that there was more to her than she was letting on. "Who are you, really?" he asked one day, as they sit together.
Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and desire. "I'm a succubus," she said. "I need energy to survive. And you, Azul, are my source of energy."
Azul felt a pang of sadness and fear at Y/N's words. He knew that he was risking everything by being with her. But he also knew that he couldn't let her go.
As time passed, Azul became increasingly afraid that Y/N was using him for her own gain. He couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was based solely on her need for energy. Despite his fears, he found himself unable to resist her seductive kisses.
One day, Y/N noticed Azul's apprehension and asked him what was wrong. He hesitated at first, but eventually confessed his fears to her. "I can't help but feel like you're using me," he said, his voice trembling. "Like all you care about is the energy I provide."
Y/N looked at Azul, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way," she said. "But that's not the case. I care about you, Azul. More than you know. But even that doesn't matter right now "
Y/N told Azul that she had to return to the demon realm, as her powers were beginning to fade in the human world. Azul panicked at the thought of losing her, and begged her to stay.
Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Azul, I can't stay," she said softly. "I don't belong here. I'm a Succubus, and my place is in the demon realm."
Azul felt his heart shatter at her words. "But I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."
Y/N reached out and took his hand. "Azul, there is a way to keep me here," she said. "But it comes at a cost. We have to give up our magic."
Azul was taken aback. "Our magic?" he repeated. "Why?"
"Because the spell that turned me into a human was powered by magic," Y/N explained. "If you give up your magic, I'll become fully human and won't have to return to the demon realm."
Azul was torn. He had built his entire reputation and identity around his magic, and the thought of giving it up was terrifying. But the thought of losing Y/N was even worse.
He thought back to all the times he had used his magic to take advantage of others, and felt a deep sense of shame. He had always prided himself on his cunning and intelligence, but now he saw how selfish and heartless he had been.
Without a word, he reached out and took Y/N's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and love flow through him. "I'll do it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll give up my magic for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything."
Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling. “I know how much your magic means to you.”
Azul nodded. "I'm sure," he said. "I want to be with you, no matter what it takes."
With a trembling hand, Azul reached out and touched Y/N's. 
"I love you," Azul said softly.
"I love you too," Y/N replied, a tear running down her cheek. With that, Azul leaned in and kissed her deeply. As their lips touched, a bright light filled the room, and Azul felt a surge of power leaving his body and flowing into Y/N's.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Y/N's eyes were glowing with a new light, and Azul felt the absence of his magic keenly. But it didn't matter, because he had the love of his life by his side.
Azul and Y/N stepped out of the room, holding hands tightly. Azul's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Y/N with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. He knew that he had to give up his magic to be with her, but the thought of never being able to wield its power again was overwhelming.
Y/N could feel Azul's pain and she held him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's okay, Azul. I'm here for you," she whispered, gently wiping away his tears.
Azul took a deep breath and nodded, determined to be strong for Y/N. They walked through the halls of Octavinelle, the silence between them visible. Azul couldn't help but feel like he was losing a part of himself, a part that had defined him for so long.
But as they stepped outside into the sunlight, something strange began to happen. Azul felt a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He looked down and saw a tiny spark of magic flickering in the palm of his hand.
Y/N noticed too and gasped in delight. "Look, Azul! Your magic is still there. We can build it back up together," she said, smiling at him with love in her eyes.
Azul's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his hand in disbelief. He had thought that his magic was gone forever, but Y/N had given him a glimmer of hope.
Tears of joy filled his eyes as he looked back at Y/N. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't think it was possible," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I'll always be here for you, Azul. We'll build our magic together," she said, her words filled with love and promise.
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nerdie-faerie · 2 months
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It's giving tealights flashbacks, why am I so bad at online shopping?
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niennanir · 9 months
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Listen to your elders
So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.
So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.
But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?
In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.
Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download
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Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 
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No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.
Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife
You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.
Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:
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use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.
Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.
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Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.
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You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.
Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour
In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock
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Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)
Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.
Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine
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Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.
Voila:
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I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.
The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.
If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 
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nkogneatho · 4 months
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𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
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—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.
—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33
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You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.
That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.
party,
party,
and parties.
it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.
"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."
You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.
The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.
You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.
is that gojo fucking satoru??
And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?
Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answer is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.
Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.
The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he is doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.
"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.
When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.
"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."
*Sent*
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ourautumn86 · 5 months
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you love it when i play with you
ellie williams x fem! reader
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summary; you play with your gf, who needs you. a couple of texts would have her on your bed, and you, a mess.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, teasing, strap on usage (r receiving), strap sucking, throat fucking, mentions of smoking (ellie’s high), choking, hair pulling, so much tension, dirty talking, reader being a tease, ellie showing her her place, tit and nipple play, multiple positions (one of them being riding), multiple orgasms, begging, praise kink, praising, no use of y/n…
a/n; i reached the 10 picture maximum so sorry for the messages change :(🎀
it was a calm saturday afternoon, rain pouring down in mid october as you sat on your bed, a book in between your hands as you read, listening to the soft music blasting through your speakers.
though your attention quickly drifted at the sound of a new notification coming from your phone. it was a message. from your girlfriend.
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you smiled, leaving your book aside to take your phone in between your hands and unlock it to read it.
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you bit down on your lip, your eyebrows rising at the message. you quickly typed an answer.
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you patiently waited as you saw the bubble of writing appear, the phone in between your hands buzzing with the entry of a new message.
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you felt your belly warm up, your pussy throb. even more when she attached a image to this messages.
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you flushed, thighs pushing together. you knew what she was doing. and you knew how to play this game.
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you smirked. ellie’s reddish eyes were feeling heavier at the sight of your beautiful tits. you were wearing her favorite camisole.
she sighed, lips wetting her lips. she wanted them on her mouth.
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ellie groaned, her hand cupping her clothed cunt, which was tingling and throbbing, starting to soak up her boxers.
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ellie swore her heart must have stopped. her hand pushing inside her boxers, fingers diving in between her slick folds, sighing at the feeling. she was indeed so wet.
you noticed the message had been read but she wasn’t answering, so you decided to push on her buttons just a little bit more.
are you wet, ellie?
ellie bit down on her lip, her fingers drawing soft circles on her clit.
you know i am, baby
now, why don’t you let me see you, hm?
you blushed, biting down on your lip before pulling down on your camisole to free your breasts and snap a picture, your hardened pretty nipples showing for your girlfriend.
new photo attached
ellie was getting dressed as soon as she opened it, getting ready as quickly as possible to pull up her legs her jeans and put on her old dirty black converse. she squirmed at the feeling of the wet patch in between her thighs as she walked towards the door.
omw
she typed with one hand as she grabbed the keys of her car.
you shook your head, slightly giggling as you got up from your bed, going towards your vanity to put on some lipgloss and perfume. you looked at yourself on the reflection and smiled. ellie didn’t live very far, so by the time you were done she was pulling at your door, using the key you had gifted her to get inside, running upstairs to your room, where you awaited her on your knees, sitting in the bed.
she groaned when she saw you, feeling dizzy. “you look like a fucking angel.” your doe pretty eyes looked up at her as she approached you, breathing heavy and pupils dilated. you could tell she had been smoking, maybe that’s why she’d gotten so horny. ellie always got horny while high. her cold hand took a grip of your chin, leaning down, her lips brushing your shiny ones. the same lips that had kissed every single crevice of your body. “i wanna ruin you.” you smiled against her lips, that angelical smile that couldn’t deceive her anymore.
“yeah?” you inquired her, and she chuckled, the hand on your chin coming down onto your neck, squeezing. she loved it when you’d taunt her. it only made her hungrier. you left a soft breath against her mouth, a silent moan at the feeling of her hand slightly cutting off your blood flow, making you feel dizzy. the tension could be cut with a knife. it only made you wetter.
“you have a lot to say today, don’t you?” she inquired. “teasing me through texts…, teasing me with a hand around your neck... you make it seem as if i couldn’t fuck the attitude right outta you, baby. is that what you want? want me to fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours, hm? want me to help you remember your place?” she squeezed tighter, and this time, you whimpered. “i think you do.” she muttered, right against your ear, shivers running down your spine and goosebumps rising on your skin. her lips slightly traced your cheek, all the way back to your lips. “now say please.”
“please.” you breathed out, feeling your cunt throb under her green eyes.
“good girl.” she smirked, pulling away from you, making you whimper. she hushed you. “shh, it’s okay baby. i’m just gonna give that pretty little mouth of yours something to be busy with.” your eyes fell to her hands, which were unzipping her jeans. you hadn’t noticed the bulge underneath the denim, underneath her boxers. your mouth watered. you watched as she got rid of her clothes, leaving herself on just her white wife-beater, perky nipples showing and poking through. her strap was laying low on her hips, 7 inches of silicone, detailed with veins. you were drooling. she noticed. “open.” she ordered, the tip against your lips, and you followed, parting them not before leaving a kitten lick to the tip, making her grunt. “fucking tease.” you smirked, although you were gagging soon enough for it to disappear. “just needed to get that smirk fucked out of your face, hm?” one of her hands laced on your hair, and you moaned around the strap, taking it as deep as you could. “that’s it. take that cock.” she sighed, watching as your pretty eyes looked up at her, springing with tears, your lips around her dick as you bobbed your head. she swore she could feel it. “let me see your boobs, baby.” she said, and you pulled down your camisole, letting your tits show. she groaned. “that’s it. go ahead and touch them for me. give me a show, doll.” your hands cupped them, fingers pinching your nipples for them to swell. you moaned, and ellie’s hips thrusted in your mouth, making you gag. you tried to breath through your nose, closing your eyes as you relaxed your throat for her to fuck. “that’s it baby, open up for me.” she then slowly started to go deeper, until your lips were hitting the base of the strap and drool was trailing down your chin and neck. “look at you. so fucking messy… atta girl. deep and sloppy. just how i like it.” you whimpered, her thrusts getting harsher. you were sure your voice would be fucked up tomorrow morning. “fuck.” you gasped for air when she pulled back, cock plopping out of your lips, spit connecting you to the silicone. her thumb caressed your bottom lip, pulling from it to push inside your mouth. you suckled on it, your tongue playing with it. she bit down on her own, and before you knew it she was on top of you, and her tongue was inside your mouth. you moaned, thighs spreading open for her to get in between them, your hands on her hair. tugging and making her groan. “i’m so fucking horny right now, you have no idea. you drive me fucking crazy.” your back arched as her hands cupped your breasts. “best fucking tits ever. can’t wait to see them bouncing as you ride my dick, baby. you’re gonna look so pretty dicked down, all full of me.” you whined, her lips on your nipples, sucking and kissing, and bruising your skin.
“ellie…” you moaned her name.
“get this off.” she groaned, pulling from your camisole up your body, throwing it aside to find you completely bare underneath her. “fuck, baby.” her eyes fell to your soaked cunt.
“they’d just get on the way.” you muttered, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. your hair was a mess, and your eyes were glazed over. you looked like a fucking wet dream.
“so fucking needy…” you screamed when her fingers dived in between your slick folds, fingertips soaking wet. “look at her, she’s so ready for me…” she smirked, circling your clit before pushing one of her fingers inside, letting out lewd squelches every time she’d push it in and out of your cunt. “you hear that? she’s begging for it.”
“fuck.” you moaned as she added her ring finger, curling them to hit your g spot.
“right there, huh?“
“ellie please, need your cock…”
“be patient baby, gotta open you up on my fingers first, don’t want it to hurt.”
“i do. i want it to hurt.” you whispered against her lips, and something crossed through her eyes.
“yeah? want it to hurt baby? want me to split you open with my cock?” you nodded, your back arching as she fucked you with her fingers harder, deeper. “of course you do. you want nothing more than to be a little fuck doll, don’t you? wanna go dumb on my dick. want me to fuck you stupid, hm?”
“yes please ellie, please…” she groaned, pulling her fingers out of you to grab the strap and dip it’s tip in between your folds. it was already lubed up with your spit. you shivered, whimpering as your hips pushed against it, needing more.
“what a good girl. asking for it so nicely. i might as well just give it to you, huh?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly trusted inside, stretching you out ‘till you felt her in your gut. you were breathless… it hurt, but it hurt so good. “thaat’s it. nice and deep.” she swore she could feel it, the way you were clenching around the silicone as she slowly pulled back, watching your lips engulfing the strap. “fuck baby, so tight…” it was as if you didn’t want to let her go, swallowing her inside. “you’re gonna milk my cock dry.” you moaned when she pushed back inside, the tip hitting your g spot.
your legs surrounded her waist, nails digging on her back, pulling at her shirt to completely undress her. you two were now a tangled naked mess, hips thrusting against the other, moans and grunts filling the room. you two were needy for each other, desperate. she was fucking into you faster now, lips on your neck, on your chest, hands playing with your nipples, fondling your breasts. you were a disaster of moans and ‘more, ellie more’s.
“so good, oh fuck baby. so good for me.” she groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way. “my pretty girl just needed me to fuck her dumh, huh? i can do that. gonna make this pussy feel so good it’ll cry for me.” you whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching with each harsh thrust, they reached and hit your g spot perfectly. she always fucked you so good.
“ellie, fuck, just like that, shit!” you were a babbling mess, tripping over your words as your back arched.
the room was filling up with the lewd sounds your pussy made fitting her cock inside you. you were so wet it was pooling and making a mess of your sheets.
“just take it baby. be a good girl and take my cock.” she grunted.
“i’m cumming. i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, and her fingers moved to rub on your clit fast and harsh circles to push you closer to your release.
“that’s it. cum for me.” you screamed as it hit you, ellie desperately fucking you to extend it. your moans being cut off by each harsh thrust. “fuck yeah. scream for me doll.”
“ellie!” your back arched, your thighs shaking.
“atta girl. cream my cock baby. give it to me.”
once you came down from it, she was kissing your neck, sucking bruises that you’d proudly wear tomorrow. you moaned, hands on her hair as she slowly stopped her thrusts, groaning. oh fuck she had been so close… her clit was throbbing.
you tugged from her hair when you felt her rock against you, the tip of the strap kissing your g spot, making you whimper.
“give me one more.” she begged. “just one more, baby.” you moaned, nodding, and before you knew it she was back at fucking you.
but you wanted to please her. “let me…” you breathed out, and soon enough ellie was on her back, you straddling her with her cock deep inside your cunt. she watched as you begun to rock her hips, the back of the strap bumping against her clit, easily sliding in between her beyond soaked folds.
“oh fuck.” she moaned, her hands finding your ass to guide your movements. “just like that. fuck me. fuck my cock.” you whined, hands on her abdomen to brace yourself.
“so deep… you’re so deep.” you whimpered. her eyes were on your tits, how they bounced with every roll of your hips, with every jump. she groaned. you looked like a fucking angel, and she was so close… you could feel it too, the high of another orgasm approaching, still sensitive due to your first one.
“pussy so good… she’s swallowing me right up, huh? she loves it. loves my cock.” she babbled, far too gone to think straight.
“ellie, i’m gonna cum…” you moaned, and her hands came up to your breasts, pinching your nipples. your clit was rubbing against the base of her strap.
“yeah? gonna cum again, doll? gonna give me another one?” you nodded. “of course you are, such a good girl for me. come on honey. let me see you fall apart.” it didn’t take long before you were screaming, creaming all over her cock. your cum was in a white ring on its base. at the sight ellie couldn’t help but follow, moaning and whimpering as she came, guiding your hips once again to fuck the two of you through it. “fuckfuckfuck…”
after that ellie had you suck clean her cock.
and maybe her pussy too.
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groguspicklejar · 6 months
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part 2 of losing your virginity to your best friend, Gaz
nsfw!!! minors and ageless blogs dni!!! [Part 1]
he's attentive. asks a lot of questions. mostly inquiring if you want to continue, if you're comfortable, if he should stop. he makes it clear that if you do want to stop at any time, he won't hold it against you and he means it.
he kissed you through most of it. like he couldn't stop, like it's what he'd rather be doing instead of anything else in the world. his kisses felt like confessions of a love he'd been asking the gods for.
and when he touched you, you think you found the new meaning of paradise. you were glad to have waited a lifetime for him. you'd wait a thousand more.
his fingers cautiously dipped inside you. you hadn't taken off your skirt, only down to that, your bra and a pair of stockings. you'd watched him take off your panties and pocket them and barely let his hand slip between your thighs.
at first, you felt a slight pain. naturally, you expected that, seeing that his fingers were bigger than yours but he took his time until it started to feel so good. you bit your lip when you felt yourself getting wet and saw the heat simmering in his eyes.
"so wet, love." he muses softly, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "fuck, all this for me?"
it's always been for you, you thought to yourself.
it was daunting to look your best friend in the eye and trying not to moan when he curled his fingers. he didn't mind it at first as he kissed you with intent. only then did you realize, that you couldn't hold back the sounds you made when he slid his tongue in your mouth to explore.
he makes you cum like that the first time. with you half-naked and laying on his bed. and as much as he wanted to taste your pussy, you were already pawing at his belt, asking for more. and who was he to deny you that wish?
he took off your bra and your skirt but he stopped to admire the stockings.
"bloody hell..." he curses as he squeezes your thighs, admiring how the fabric clung to your skin. "all this has been right in front of me and i was too dense to realize it."
"you were." you giggled. "but it's about damn time you did."
still, it didn't make you any less nervous to be naked under him.
you peeled off his shirt and watched him take off his pants. you try not to let the size of his shaft frighten you but suddenly, breathing becomes a little less easier. the fact that he was carved like an ancient ethereal sculpture that you might have read about in the history books doesn't quite help your case.
"this is my first time." your shaky voice whispers in the dimly lit room.
"i know, baby." he places a tender kiss on your lips. "i want this to be perfect for you."
he lifts himself off you and holds your thighs open, fingers making dents on your skin. it was strangely erotic to see. he gently rubs his length between your wet folds. your toes curl at the sensation, legs jerking in his grasp.
Kyle's ravenous hunger flared when he observed your reactions. he hadn't anticipated you to be so responsive. watching you writhe and squirm as he touched you, as he fondled your breasts and rubbed your sensitive clit, it made all the blood rush to his cock. he could barely string coherent thoughts with what he wanted to do to you.
your thighs cradle his hips as the tip notches at the cut of you when he hears your meek voice, "please be gentle..."
his gaze falls on you. the worried expression in your eyes veers his focus. of course he'll be gentle.
"okay." he looms over you to press his lips on your forehead. "i promise." he whispers. "promise i'll make it feel good."
he's very gentle with you. takes it slow and steady, ready to back out in case it gets too overwhelming for you. but fuck you were so tight. his heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to shift his focus elsewhere.
he knows it must hurt and it shows with your pinched expression and your pained whine when he finally sinks in at the hilt. so he doesn't move for a good while to let you adjust to the sensation.
"you alright?" he asks, planting slow kisses on your cheek and your jaw, hoping to make it better.
your eyes flutter open and you take a few breaths before you nod. "keep going."
he pulls out when he's barely halfway there and rubs your clit to help you focus less on the pain as he pushes inside you. he rocks his hips again, slowly, careful of the lingering sting you might endure until your suppressed misery fades into pleasure.
the more he settled into a steady pace, the more your composure wilts. and it was glorious to watch the way your sweet pussy blossom for him. his hand caresses your breasts, while the other held your leg wide open so he could fuck you deeper. he barely bites back a smile when you moan his name.
"yes, baby?" he panted. "feel good?"
"yes... f-fuck, you feel g-" you choke into a surprised gasp when his cock grazes a sweet nerve, your cunt dripping more and until the lewd sounds become louder.
he mourns the time he could've spent doing this sooner. but he admires and relishes how your souls so closely intertwined never truly connected until now. his best friend, speaking his name in the heat of passion, looking at him with eyes glazed with a carnal yearning that burns him from the inside out.
your nails scratched his back but he doesn't mind and he doesn't think you noticed either. you mewled softly as he kept thrusting, your expression more open, lost to the pleasure he brings you.
"fuck." he sinks his face in the crook of your neck. "bloody hell, love. keep moaning like that and i'm going to lose it."
you bite down on the pillow and hold onto it for dear life when the pleasure gets too intense. his thumb swirls around your swollen clit and it drops you straight into the second euphoric abyss.
he watched you in awe, stunned by how pretty you looked when you lost all sense of control over your inhibitions. but he was equally as afflicted by your pleasure, as you cause him to burst and descend with you. he hissed your name when he cums, his cock pulsing hotly inside you.
he presses his lips on yours, finally, after it all came down. the solemn bliss that followed with the looming threat of his absence was heavy. but you looked at him and confessed everything. that he was the one you've been waiting for. that he was always going to be the one you carried in your heart.
he kisses you again and again and again, his heart bursting with joy at the revelation.
you fell first, but he fell harder.
and you were surprised when he lingered around you at all times the following few days after. you figured it was because he was leaving for deployment soon, but no. although that was part of the reason, it wasn't the main one.
he kept an arm around your waist whenever you went out. hugged you more often and longer whenever the opportunity presented itself. couldn't even go five minutes without a kiss. refused to let you out of his sight.
all of your friends noticed this new change and they were curious, though you weren't ready to tell them anything yet. you and Kyle wanted to keep this to yourselves first. your own little secret, like nestling a flower under the cover of darkness with only a ray of moonlight shining upon its petals.
but it was harder for him to hide it with the way he hardly ever parted ways with you. in fact, he didn't go back to his place since he shared your bed and you've never been more glad to have some of his clothes in your closet because he needed them.
it was fun to watch, almost like he'd been the one whose virginity was taken.
but the night before he had to go, you stood in his apartment, frowning deeply. "you're leaving tomorrow."
"i know..." he cradles your face, touching your forehead with his. "but i just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before i go."
you could understand that more than anyone. you wanted more time with him. this new territory of your relationship has yet to be explored.
"i mean, who knows if i make it back-"
"don't say that."
you didn't mean to sound harsh when you shut him down. but the thought of losing him made your throat tighten painfully. Kyle sees the tears welling in your eyes and kisses your forehead.
"i'll come back to you." he murmured softly. "i promise."
he kept his promise. just barely.
he swore his Captain and his other teammates to secrecy. none of them are to speak of the helicopter incident in your presence.
so tempted to make it angsty at the end but i held back my angst demons. i know i said yesterday but i got distracted okay? okay.
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eddiesxangel · 18 days
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You Look Tense |Masseuse!Eddie x f!reader
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Cw: reader uses where/her pronouns, seduction, perv!reader, perv!eddie, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected, pull out, pet names (sweetheart, good girl) modern!eddie
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You were on a fold-out massage table in the middle of your living room. You downloaded the app to have a masseuse come to you on a whim. Your friend swore by it. You were a bit apprehensive about letting some stranger come into your home and rub you down while you were naked, but she said it was legit.
When you heard the knock on your front door, you didn’t think you would open it up to one of the hottest men you had ever seen. Leaving you staring at him with wide eyes and your jaw agape.
“You order a massage?” He smirks.
“Yea, sorry, um, come in.” You observe his dark blue scrubs as they hug his upper body.
You lead him inside to show him where to set up.
“First time?”
“What?”
“Is this your first time using the app?” he smiles. Taking off his coat, you notice his tattoos and muscular forearms.
“Oh, I’m… yeah.” You stammered because you were so distracted.
“I could tell, don’t worry. Things are strictly professional.” He explained.
Professionalism was not what you were worried about at this point. Quite the opposite, really.
After Eddie set up his things, he instructed you to lay face down, and then he left the room so you could strip and get under the white cotton sheet.
You called out that you were ready and heard his light footsteps entering the room.
“Anything specific you want me to focus on?”
“Um, my lower back and shoulders have been really hurting,” you mumble into the head pillow.
“Ok, great, let’s get started.”
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His hands were like magic, the way he wasn’t too rough or too light. He worked your soar muscles perfectly.
“What’s got you so tense, sweetheart? Let me help you relax,” He spoke.
Relax?! How could you be relaxed with this extremely attractive man who is rubbing his hands all over your naked body in your own home!
And the voice! Oh god, his voice is so hot, you don’t want him to stop talking. It didn’t help that you were wound up in more ways than one.
“Um, uh…. Work, I guess.” You didn’t need to guess; you were drowning in the stress of your responsibilities.
“Well, don’t worry, I’m here to help with that,” he hummed as you heard the squirt of more oil fall into his large palms.
“Oh, yeah, your shoulders are so tense; that's a big knot.” You felt him shuffle, so he stood at your head. If you lifted your head up any further, you’d be face to face with his crotch.
You were trying too hard not to let out a moan as his strong fingers dug into your aching back.
“You gotta relax for me. Is the pressure too much?”
“No-no, you’re perfect- I mean, it’s perfect…”
Eddie let out a chuckle as he continued.
This was so good, too good, but he was right...You needed to relax. You tried not to focus on who was above you but on the feeling that he was giving you.
A few minutes later, you were successfully relaxing into the table.
“That’s it, very good,” he praised, and you let a moan slip out.
“Sorry,” you squeak.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It happens all the time, and it lets me know I’m doing a good job."
Like Eddie said, he was keeping things strictly professional, but you were making it very hard, especially with that moan you let slip from your pretty lips.
Your skin was unbelievably soft, and you smelled really good. With this particular job, Eddie is used to all kinds of different clientele; he never knew what he was walking into when he got booked. So when you answered the door, he was very pleasantly surprised.
You stew in your own thoughts about how good this man’s hands feel, holding back the noises threatening to break the silence. The only sounds filling the room are Eddie’s feet shuffling, breathing, and wet, slippery skin.
“The best way to help with your shoulders is if I also rub down your neck and head. Are you okay if I get oil in your hair?” he asked again in that sexy, soothing tone.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you sighed. Eddie smirks to himself again, knowing he is doing a good job.
“Great,” he shuffles to position himself to get the best angle. You feel as he sits beside you on the table, drapes your arm over his thigh, and uses his free hand to work at your neck.
His hand slowly works its way up, up, up until his long, thick fingers grip your hair, tugging on your scalp. His fingers dig into the perfect pressure points on your head.
You can’t help but let out another moan of pleasure; it just feels so good. You can’t stop your mind from going to an x-rated place, thinking about how good his hand feels tangled in your hair.
You couldn’t ignore your pussy any longer; there was no denying how wet you had gotten over the last half hour, and he hadn’t even made his way down to your lower back. How are you supposed to survive the rest of the time?
Your pussy was throbbing by the time Eddie made his way down to your lower back. You could feel Eddie move the sheet down lower, exposing more of your skin to him. He lightly draped it over your ass, careful not to expose it too much, trying to tuck the sheets into the band of your underwear, but to Eddie’s surprise, you weren’t wearing any.
You hear him clear his throat as he discovers that you are fully naked underneath.
“What side is, uh, bothering you?”
“Right,” you sigh. And I think I might have pulled the back of my thigh,” you suggest, hoping Eddie reads into it.
“Oh yeah, for sure,” he hums.
Eddie was in serious trouble, and the thin material of his pants did not help his situation.
Eddie had never grown hard with a client; this was not normal. He could not excuse himself until the session was over, so he hoped and prayed that his situation would defuse itself until it was time for him to leave.
It did not, you were torturing him, at this point you had to be doing this on purpose. Your moans were getting more and more sensual.
“Mmmmm, you’re so good at this,” you praise as his hands run along your lower back, creeping closer and closer to your ass muscle.
“So I’ve been told”
“Bet you’re really good with your hands in other places.”
Eddie froze. Did that really come out of your mouth, or did he hear things?
“You uh-" he cleared his throat, “-uh, said your lower back, right?”
“Yeah, but like, really low,” you hummed.
“You comfortable if I move the sheet, uh, lower?”
“Yeah,” you wiggled your hips slightly to encourage him to take things further. You cannot remember the last time you had been so turned on.
You hear Eddie’s breath hitch as you feel the fabric slip off your skin.
“Oops”
“Oh shit-”
“It’s okay; you can leave it off”
“You? Uh? Oh-okay” what was he thinking? This was not professional! It would get him fired if anyone found out… but how could they? He was in your home. You wouldn’t tell anyone? Against his better judgement, he decided to leave you exposed…
With your naked body exposed to Eddie, he continued to work on your lower back. Your oiled skin was glistening under each touch, and Eddie’s cock was growing by the second.
Eddie’s hands worked lower as he hesitantly yet excitedly explored the vast planes of your body. He hadn’t dared make a move, but you could feel his hands move closer to your inner thighs, so you partied your legs so he could have better access.
Eddie watched as your legs moved for him, your legs parted, and he had the perfect view of your glistening pussy lips.
Eddie’s eyes widened as he knew he had not even gotten close to that area of your body with the body oil.
With a deep breath, Eddie grazed his fingers closer to your upper inner thigh, right below your ass; the tops of his fingers lightly traced the outside of your lower lips to test the waters.
The last thing Eddie needed was to read your advances the wrong way and end up in jail.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” you hummed, encouraging Eddie to keep going.
“You need me to work on anything else?” Eddie asked suggestively.
“Now that I think about it, I pulled my groin the other day; I think you could really help me with that; you’re so good with your hands.”
“Sounds good, sweetheart,” Eddie hummed, shifting his weight to get the best angle. You felt him crawl up onto the table with you and straddle his legs around you.
His hands work your ass, massaging the muscles up, pulling your skin taught so he could see your swollen pussy lips.
Sucha pretty pussy
“Mmm thank you”
Shit, did Eddie say that out loud?
You let out a chaste breath as you felt his long thick fingers finally graze your wet slit.
Eddie gently massages circles onto your clit, and your hips roll into his hand.
“Mmmm, that’s it, relax f’me… this is what you needed, hmmm?”
“Uh-huh,” you sigh as your body fully relaxes into Eddie’s soft touch.
Eddie’s hand continues to work your fluttering clit before he decides to let an oiled finger slip into your hole.
“Oh, sweetheart, you are so tight, so tense. You should have told me earlier. I really need to loosen you up” he pumped his finger in and out of your pussy before curling his fingers to massage your inner walls.
“Maybe we could extend the session,” your breath hitches.
“I think that can be arranged,” he slips a second finger effortlessly.
As he continued to work your pussy he added his thumb to your clit. That familiar feeling of lust and need built up in your lower stomach as Eddie sped up his fingers.
“More,” you pleaded. You were at his mercy. You’d do anything to have him make you cum.
“I think I need to get in deeper,” he hummed.
You liked that idea; you popped up to finally see him. You watched as his pants slipped from his hips, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock staring you in the face.
“Like what you see?” He smirks as he watches you checking him out while he checks you out, seeing your naked breasts for the first time.
“Yeah, like what you see?” You ask back.
“Oh yes,” he leaned in to cup your face, bringing your lips together.
Eddie’s mouth took over yours, and he ravaged you. His plush lips were so soft as his lips explored your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his soft hands moved up your middle to kneed your breasts.
You shuffle back so Eddie can place himself between your legs.
“Need you now,” you spoke into his mouth between kisses.
“Want you so bad” Eddie replies.
“Please,” you begged for him.
Eddie stripped the rest of his scrubs and exposed the tattoos that dawned his alabaster skin. He was covered head to toe in ink. You wanted to kiss every inch of his body, but the need to have him inside of you was more, so you widened your legs as far as they could go to expose yourself.
“Thought you said you pulled your groin” Eddie smirks
“Guess your magic hands healed me” You sank your hand between your legs so you were touching yourself, teasing Eddie as you worked your fingers in your needy clit.
“Magic hands, huh?” He replaced your hand with his.
“Mmmmhmmm,” you hum as Eddie kisses you and guides you to lie on the fold-out table.
“You think these are magic just wait and see what my cock can do.”
You gasp as Eddie slips the head of his cock across your wet lips, collecting your slick before the tip of his cock breaches your hole.
His cock was thick and long. Slowly, he stretched you out inch by inch. Sinking deeper and deeper until you enveloped him wholly.
Eddie watched as your pussy swallowed him, skin to skin, he didn’t even know you, but it didn’t matter; all that mattered was how you were making him feel and how he was making you feel.
“Oh, Eddie!” You cried as he started building up his speed, pumping into you.
“Mmmmm, I like how you scream my name.” You watch as his body pumps into you, his abs defining themselves with every thrust in. His big hands grip as best they can on your oiled skin and push your legs to your chest, folding you in half as he does.
“S’big,” you try and grab at Eddie, but he’s too far out of reach, so you ball your hands into fists and grit your teeth in frustration. You want to feel him, to touch him, to have all of him.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Wanna kiss you” you whined.
“Shhhh, you’re okay; as long as my dick is inside of you, you’re fine.”
“Oh fuck!” He sunk deep into you, faster and faster, his hips thrust his cock deeper into your needy cunt.
“That’s it, take it like a good girl.”
God, the mouth on this man, you had no idea.
Eddie gave in and leaned over to kiss you before he unexpectedly jumped off the table and flipped you over to your hands and knees.
“The only way I’m going to get as deep as you want, baby,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“Just give it to me”
“Oh, asking to be fucked? Wanna be fucked by my cock, huh?”
You nod your head frantically as he aligns your hips to be at the perfect height for him to pound into you.
“Fuck look at that” he massaged your ass, spreading it apart before plunging his hard cock back into your throbbing pussy.
You let out a scream; Eddie was right; this angle was deeper, so deep you swore he was in your stomach at this point.
“That’s it, you can take it.” Eddie watched as your oiled skin bounced off his cock, and he swore he was in heaven.
Your tight pussy clenched down on him even more from the angle. The way your warm wet walls were hugging his cock, how your ass looked bouncing off his body, he could have come by now, but he wanted to hold off, savour this a little while longer.
Eddie reached round your body to massage your clit once more. His fingers were moving so meticulously while his cock was pouncing into you from behind.
“Faster” You grabbed Eddie’s wrist because his fingers were too slow; no way you would cum from them slowly circling your swollen clit.
Eddie listened to your plea and picked up the pace with his hands and his hips. Eddie was pounding into you so hard. If you were an outsider looking in, you would swear the fold-out table would have given out, but you were so cockdrunk you had no other thoughts than how Eddie was making you feel.
“You’re close, baby; I can feel the way you’re squeezing me; you’re going to cum when I say okay.”
“Can’t hold it, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad!” your upper body gives out, only making your ass arch higher for Eddie. He looks down to see the creamy ring form at the base of his cock as your orgasm threatens to take over.
“Hold on, on my count ok.”
“Mmmmmmmm” was all you managed to get out. Eddie s fingers still circling your clit, with his cock hitting your g spot. There was no way you were holding out any longer.
You wanted to cum so bad, but you also wanted to please Eddie, your friend, your hardest.
“Cum for me in…. 3….2….1, cum on my cock” he spoke between each thrust into you.
You listened and came as soon as the words left his mouth. Your body seized, and your mouth opened, but nothing came out as your silent cries were met with a wave of pleasure that washed over your whole being, soaking Eddie’s cock even more.
It could have been minutes or a few just a few thrusts later, you didn't know, but Eddie pulled out and finished, spreading his seed on your ass, which was somehow still perched in the air for him.
“Holy shit,” you hear Eddie whisper. “Definitely never done that before,” he laughed.
“Same,” you sigh, still fucked out.
Eddie picked up the discarded sheet off the floor and wiped off the remanence of his seed off of your ass and back.
“So, uh, that fix your problem?” He smirked.
“Only time will tell.” You sit back up finally with the sheet wrapped around you. “Maybe next time we will have you set up in the bedroom… You know, there is more space up there,” you smile.
“Next time?” Eddie smiles back.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll even cook you something, buy you dinner first.”
“I’d like that.”
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sadembryhours · 8 months
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softened touch ♡ mattheo riddle
synopsis ; [name] takes a nap in the slytherin common room and mattheo keeps them company gender neutral reader, no content warnings
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naps in the slytherin common room were routine for you. having a free period in the middle of the afternoon, right after lunch? you felt like you were blessed by some kind of angel.
pansy snickers to herself as you let out a little snore, shoving astoria lightly up the stairs. “leave ‘em be,” she says, “nothing can wake [name] now.”
blaise pauses as you turn over, eyes drifting up from his book and watching until you settle again. he’d already placed your notes where they needed to be ; no longer scattered on the table and floor. you’d been pushing yourself, he frowns, studying instead of taking care of yourself.
it’s mattheo who dares to linger the longest. he waves draco and theo away, urging them to leave without him. he was going to wake you — truly, he was — but you looked so peaceful when you weren’t scowling and glaring.
a velvet, evergreen blanket is folded over your body as you twist once more. another snort leaves your lips — mattheo grins at the sound. he crouches in front of your sleeping form before he can talk himself out of it.
delicately, mattheo brushes his pointer finger just under your eye, tracing the curve of your cheeks until he ends at the corner of your lips. your fingers tighten around the blanket as you whine, stretching lightly.
the panic doesn’t catch up to him until your eyes are gazing into his own. mattheo goes to speak but is silenced by your touch. you grab his hand — the one he’d been using to trace shapes into your cheek with — and cup your cheek with his palm.
mattheo’s breath catches in his chest as you smile.
“didn’t mean to wake you,” his whisper bounces around the room. your eyes flutter closed once more before you fight to keep them open. mattheo smiles, “go back to sleep.”
you hum, turning to place a barely-there kiss to the palm of his hand. settling again, your grip on mattheo’s hand tightens. sleepy eyes open to glare his way as he tries to leave.
mattheo grins again, wider this time as he laughs a little. “okay, i won’t leave. let me get more comfortable though, hm?”
his back is leaning against the couch you rest on, your knees pressing into the top of his shoulders. his left hand is slung behind him, intertwined with your own as you snore once again. mattheo is going over his potions essay as the common room slowly bursts to life.
you’re not woken up again until dinner. no one would come near you with a riddle glaring the way he was ; daring them to try and wake you.
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leviismybby · 2 months
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That type of sex with Levi where all he wants to do is show you how much he cares about you. It isn't too soft or too rough, it's perfect. His hips move at a passionate pace, making sure you feel all of his length, he indulges in the way you feel.
That type of sex with Levi where his soft touches come at the right moment, he is fucking you harder, his cock slamming into you faster but his lips gently kiss your inner wrist, his eyes never leaving your face. He places kisses on your forehead, your neck and they are all gentle, a reassurance that no matter how harsh he is on you, he loves you.
That type of sex with Levi where he finds himself pulling your body closer to his, his skin against yours, he wants to feel your heartbeat against his. His hands are tracing your spine as his cock pushes deeper into your pussy, you're pressed firmly against him, your forehead resting against his own.
That type of sex with Levi where he praises you during it. His voice is husky and deep but the words leaving his mouth are meant. "Good girl, you're taking me so well." He mumbles against your breasts as he bites into the plush skin. "You're so fucking pretty like this." His hands find themselves in yours, interlocking your fingers together. You start to move your hips too, pushing his cock deeper into you. "Atta girl, fuck yourself on my cock, give it all to me."
That type of sex with Levi where he switches the position multiple times because he craves to have you in every possible way. You're rolling your hips into his lap, your hand gripping his shoulders tight, nails digging into his muscles but all Levi focuses on is how good and warm you feel around him, how perfectly he fits inside of you. His hands grip your hips, controlling the pace just before he picks you up, his cock still inside of you. He presses your back to the wall, his teeth sink into your neck as he fucks you. When you tell him to go harder, you bet believe he does, anything to make you squirm in pleasure.
That type of sex with Levi where he would use his hands to explore your body, he knows it like an open book and is still afraid that he won't memorize every single flaw on your skin. His hands run up and down your thighs when they wrap around him tightly, they grip onto your breasts to add more pleasure. They explore your lower abdomen, pressing into your lower belly where you will feel him twice as much, your eyes roll back, a louder moan escaping your lips. His hands wrap around your neck, not enough to choke you but enough for you to feel it only slightly to let you know that he is still in control, then they run down to your hips lifting them up so that he can fuck you better, make you cum better.
That type of sex with Levi where making you cum once isn't enough for him, when he feels you cum around his cock he pulls out and spreads your legs, his tongue is immediately exploring your wet folds, the whimpers leaving your mouth just add to his enjoyment. You have just cum and here he is making your thighs shake all over again but it's with his mouth this time. He sucks on your clit holding your hips down, not allowing you to move around too much and when you cum, arching your back and screaming his name, he knows then that he still hasn't had enough.
That type of sex with Levi where he slows down when he is close, he doesn't want it to end just yet, he wants to feel your wetness around him, wants to feel how you were made just for him. "Fuck, baby....fuck let me cum in my pussy.." Levi holds onto your hair, you're face down, your ass up, giving him a perfect view, he leans in and kisses your back, leaving a mark on your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. You cum first, gripping the sheets tightly with your hands, Levi follows, filling you up with cum.
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eilidh-eternal · 2 months
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Thinking about tattoo artist Ghost who notices you in the studio quite often. Who recognizes the signs of using tattoos as a thinly veiled coping mechanism and can’t help but think that there’s a… better… way for you to cope. Ways that he can help you with. Things he can teach you that don’t involve needles but would still leave his mark on your skin. 
You need him.
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You’ve just finished up your session with Soap, finalizing the payment with him at the front desk, when you feel a looming presence at your back.
Ghost.
“Um… hi?” He’s the only one of them you haven’t sat for. Over the last few months you’d worked your way through nearly the entire staff at the studio, amassing a collection of new pieces like a kid collecting happy meal toys in the summer–often and to the detriment of your bank account.
“You're with me next week.” His tone brooks no argument. “Soap, what do I have open next Saturday?”
“I can’t, I–”
“Ye’re open from two to close.”
“Book her. The full day.”
“What?!”
“Got somethin’ special drawn up that I’ve been holdin’ onto. We can make adjustments when you come in. See ya next weekend.“ He saunters back to his station without another word.
Well.
Despite the odd nature of the encounter, you go. ‘Just to see what he’s drawn up,’ you tell yourself. In actuality, you’d had a hell of a week and were itching, chomping at the bit, for the bite of a needle by the time the appointment came around. And damn him it’s good. Really fucking good. Fits your aesthetic perfectly and his suggested placement isn’t far off from where you would have chosen yourself.
Fuck it.
You let him do it. Follow him down the hall to the private room, nod when he tells you to get comfortable and that he just needs to grab one more thing from his station and he’ll be right back.
You’re stripped down to your panties and the oversized hoodie you brought in, big enough to drape and maneuver out of his way while maintaining a bit of modesty, when he comes back.
“You bring water? Somethin’ to eat during breaks?” he asks as he sets a water bottle of his own on the counter. You nod and his head tilts ever so slightly. “Need words, sweetheart.”
“Yes. I did.” 
Not the first time an artist has asked the question, but his insistence on a verbal answer is a curious deviation from your typical experience here. Soap certainly didn’t wait for your answer before he had his arm slung over your ass to ‘steady himself’ while needling a trail of stars down your spine a few weeks ago.
“Alright, let’s get you settled then. Down.’ He presses on your shoulder, pushing you down onto the reclined chair. “We doin it on the left or right?” His hands linger on either side of you, bent at the waist to hover over your frame.
“Uh, you said right would look best… with the other pieces? So um… yeah. The right.”
There’s a flicker behind the richness of his eyes. Something dark and smoky the seeps into the irises.
“Lookit you. Listen real well, don’t ya?” 
What?
He leaves you with mere milliseconds to process. “On your side. Let’s get you stenciled.” His hand trails along your ribs, glides over the bulky fabric of the hoodie and tugs. Pulls at the pocket on the front to get you moving. “Good girl,” he purrs when you comply, shifting onto your left side and folding your arms close to your chest. “Up.” He helps you lift your head and slides a pillow under you. Does the same with your knees, pillow pressed between them to stabilize your hips.
“Thanks…” It comes out in a dazed mumble and he simply hums, as if all of this is… normal.
It isn’t. You know that. Nothing about him says normal.
The mask. His insistence—no, his demand—that you book a session with him. The way his tone brooks no argument or excuse. How some baser instinct tells you to heed his demands. Traitorous fluttering of nerves in your stomach and the heat pooling between your legs.
The black nitrile gloves clinging to his hands like a second skin are cold against your leg. Makes you twitch when long fingers push the hem of your hoodie over your hip and hook underneath the narrow waistband of your thong. “Just moving this up a bit,” he says and pulls it up to your waist, elastic pulling taught against the crease of your thigh and digging into the skin. Pressing against your pulsing core. 
The cleanser is even colder and comes with no warning, but the warmth of him has begun to bleed through his gloves. Melts into your skin as he cleans his canvas and runs a hand over your hip in appraisal.
“Got a little fuzz,” he says more to himself than you, thumb swiping over the fine dusting of hair. The muscles in your back tense in an effort to fight against the shudder threatening to snake down your spine, skin burning beneath the massive hand that lingers on your thigh.
He’s precise about it, removing the hair with slow and even passes of the razor and going back over the area with disinfectant. “Doin’ so good for me, layin’ nice an’ still while I shave ya. Bet ya sit like a champ.”
Your eyes go wide, lips falling open in a silent gasp, and you’re thankful he’s currently bent over your hip and can’t see the shock written plain as day on your face. You blink. Force your brows to lower and snap your mouth shut before you say something stupid like ‘thank you.’
The stencil goes on in silence but you can feel his eyes on you. More precisely, on your face. Curious and observant. You’re so focused on not looking at him that you don’t hear him rise from his stool. Don’t register that he’s moved until he’s leaning over you and curling a finger under your chin to turn your face up towards the ceiling. Towards him.
“There she is. Let’s have a look, yeah?”
Why does he want to look at—?
The stencil. He means the stencil. He wants you to look at the stencil.
“Okay…”
He drops your chin but makes no move to pull away from you as you sit up on your elbows, twisting to get a look at the purple carbon adorning your hip and thigh. You straighten out your leg, move it this way and that, looking for any odd stretching or scrunching.
“It looks good. I like it there. It um… You were right. About it being a good fit.” When you look up at him he’s already staring down at you, eyes trained on your face rather than the stencil with a dark, inky quality to them. Pupils expanding and swallowing up the light in the room.
“Course. Knew I’d be right about ya.”
You blink and it’s gone. No more wisps of smoke swirling in amber coals. The heat in them abated by whatever he sees in you.
You have no idea what he sees in you.
He does, however, give you a reprieve when he straightens and moves to the counter to begin mixing ink while the stencil dries. 
The air around you feels colder when you settle back on your side, sapped of your warmth by small touches and lingering glances. Like he’s purposely stoked a fire in you just to take from and warm himself with.
“Seen you ‘round here a lot. Got quite the collection.” 
It doesn’t sound like a question, and you’re not sure if he’s expecting an answer, but you give him one anyway. Feels… wrong, not to.
“I like the work you guys do.” You’ve sat for all of them. John. Gaz. Soap. And now Ghost. Have their marks inked all over your body.
“That the only thing you like?” The broad expanse of his back is the only thing you can see, but you have a feeling that if you could see the sliver of his face visible behind the mask he’d have that same even stare he always has on the studio floor. 
“Gaz is nice to look at,” you offer, and hear him huff behind you.
“That so?”
“Soap has steady hands. They wander a bit, but his lines are the best I’ve seen. Tit for tat I suppose.”
“And Cap?”
“Who? Oh, you mean John?” 
“The old man ‘imself.” He turns then, arranging the ink on the rolling tray between the two of you, and you catch the dart of his eyes in your direction before they shift back to his station. “He doesn’t normally do the kinda work pretty things like you come looking for.”
“I- um…” He keeps tripping you up. Making you stumble over the words in your head with compliments and praise and firm hands and–
“You like the pain.” Your gaze jerks towards him, tracks his movements as he lowers himself down onto the stool. “Cap’s got a heavy hand,” he clarifies, but it’s too late for excuses. Your reaction only confirms what he already knows.
“That– I don’t… I don’t like it. It just…” His eyes are locked on you, simmering with something in the molten depths of them that reels you in against your will. Compels you to spill secret truths to a stranger. “It makes everything else quiet, for a little while…” You sink your teeth into your lower lip with the admission, eyes slipping away from the intensity burning in his to settle on a fleck in the wood grain of the cabinet.
Silence stretches long and thick between the two of you, the only sound in the room coming from the speakers spilling music out of the ceiling and the little clicks and taps of him preparing the various tips and needles for his machine. The wheels on his chair whine as they roll forward, forcing him into your field of vision once more.
Warmth floods your cheeks, rushes up your neck to your ears in a simmering wave of vulnerability, and you can't look away when he leans down to peer into your face. “There's other ways to make it quiet, ya know.”
You toy with the drawstring of your hood, debating how pathetic you’d look if you pulled it over your face and hid from his probing gaze the rest of this session.
“Stop.” Your fingers freeze. The sternness of his tone has your eyes flicking cautiously back to his, apology ready on your tongue, expecting further reprimand. “You’re thinkin’ too much.” 
Yes.
“That what you need, hm? Someone to make that pretty head take a break for a little while?”
Yes please. You offer him a timid nod.
“What’d I say about that?” he chides, folding his arms over his knees.
Your mouth feels dry, stuffed with cotton, and tongue heavy on its floor. “Sorry.” It comes out scratchy and an octave too high. Too needy. 
“‘S okay, sweetheart. You’re still learning the rules, but we’ll get ya there,” he croons, hand coming up to chuck you under your chin.
“Rules?” 
“Yes sweetheart, rules. You only have two for today. When I ask you a question, I need a verbal answer. Can you do that for me?” His voice carries with authority and his eyes remain fixed on yours, awaiting your acknowledgement.
“Yes.” A touch smoother this time, despite the tightness lingering in your throat.
“Good girl,” he purrs, petting a hand over your hair as he straightens and shifts further down towards your hip, pulling his tray along with him. You hear the buzzing of the machine when he begins fine tuning, testing the speed and picking up ink. 
“Your second rule,” he says as he leans forward, big, gloved hand coming to rest on your waist and the other hovering over the stencil, needle poised just above your skin. “If ya need a break, tell me. And–” He gives your waist a firm squeeze. “—squeeze this arm if ya need more. Got it?”
It takes a moment for the full weight of what he’s offering to sink in, for neurons and synapses to catch up with the realization of it.
“Got it.” You watch the mask pull taught over his mouth. He’s smiling.
“So good for me already,” he murmurs, grip tightening on your waist a fraction. “Let’s get started on your ink then, yeah?” 
The first pass of the needle traces a line on the outside of your thigh, a long, curved section, and already you can feel the quiet creeping in amid the bite of broken skin and the buzz of his warm hands pressed against you.
Next>>>
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youronlydarlin · 2 months
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warning: M' so very soft for Simon, but he's even softer when it comes to you. Simon loving hours, and Simon loving you hours. Simon being so in love with you and me having to put it to words.
Simon Riley loves the way you feel, that much isn't a secret.
He likes having a hand on you at any given moment. Mornings where he would just gently cups your face in his large palm. And not even to wake you up, he just thinks you look so breathtaking in the sunrise that peeks through the curtains. Turning your back to him is like an open invitation. Big arms wrapping around you, sometimes even exploring under your shirt, and he stays there like a stupid, pesky barnacle.
He just can't keep his hands to himself when around you. You're so beautiful to him. You always are, without even trying. Running his calloused hands over yours. Placing them over your thighs. Kissing your tummy. Rubbing your back. Scratching your head. Massaging your shoulders.
The list doesn't even stop there. He also loves doing miniscule tasks for you. Peeling your oranges. Folding your clothes. Sorting your books. Washing your hair when you shower together. Making you a cup of tea. Tucking you into bed at night. Always keeping mind of what you have planned in your schedule.
And yet he still thinks what he does isn't enough. Not when everything he does is rewarded by a hug or a kiss by the most gorgeous person in the world.
He didn't like mundane, or otherwise considered boring activities. But he knows he'd love to just do the laundry and taxes with you.
Anything, and everything. He'll do it for you.
a/n: I literally love this man so much I feel like I'm going to vomit. Hope you're having a wonderful day/night, my darlings! Take care!
Yours, truly,
–dolly
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he helps you study
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After agreeing to let him use you whenever he wants, Captain Price fucks you freely while you’re studying, making you read your chapter out loud.
Warning: Free use, prior explicit consent, domination
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Two more chapters and you’d finally be done. This statistics class was killing you, and going back to school after having already been in the workforce for so long had made it even harder. There were discussion questions due tomorrow, and you needed to finish them tonight. 
You heard the door to your bedroom creak open, and John’s heavy footsteps padded on the carpet. 
Glancing over your shoulder, you gave him a half-smile,
“Hey, honey. I’m not finished yet, but I’ll be there soon. I know you wanted to watch a movie. I’m sorry I -”
You felt his hands pull your pajama shorts and underwear down to your thighs in one, rough movement.
“Hey! I don’t have time for this. What are you -”
“Read. Your. Book,” his voice was so close to your ear, and the way he bullied you with the weight of his body on your back made your breath catch in your throat. 
You heard the tell-tale jingle of his belt buckle. Then the zipper. Turning your attention back to the book was impossible. He noticed your distracted look and sank a fingertip into your pussy, playing gently at your entrance, convincing it to swell, anticipating his cock. 
“I told you to read, sweetheart. Out loud.”
You swallowed, trying to find your place on the page, 
“Chapter 12. Misuse of statistics can produce subtle but serious errors in description and interpretation…“
You felt his weight crush the mattress. Your captain was situated behind you. He spread your legs open and pulled your hips back, lifting your ass up in the air. The cool air of the room rushed over your exposed flesh. You felt his mouth begin to lick your folds, not for your pleasure but for his. 
“…subtle in the sense that even experienced professionals make such errors…oh, shit, John,” you cried out from the feel of his tongue as it laved through your folds. 
He stopped eating you, and you felt him lean forward. Then, his cockhead was prodding at your hole. He was wetting it with your own fluids, using his dick like a paintbrush before pushing forward into your tight, unprepared walls. 
“Ahh, honey, wait!” You tried to slow him down, looking back at him.
What you saw when you turned around was a warning. You had agreed to free use after he had asked you for it, and he had warned you about his rules. He would take you, whenever, wherever, and however he wanted, and you were not to complain. You had to use the safe word. 
You didn’t use it, squeezing your eyes shut in a pleasurable kind of pain, returning to your book,
“…and serious in the sense that they can lead to devastating decision errors. For instance,” you had to stop again. 
You couldn’t continue. His cock felt too damn good. You were moaning, feeling yourself being stretched out by your captain, experiencing a sudden flood of wetness as your body attempted to accommodate its favorite guest. 
“For instance, what, pretty girl?” He asked cruelly, fitting the tip of his thumb into your asshole as he pounded himself forward, slamming his weight into you, stretching both of your holes.
You were struggling to concentrate, and the words came out in strained, staccatoed bursts,
“For instance, social policy, medical practice, and the reliability of structures like bridges all rely on the proper use of statistics…”
John fucked you faster, shaking the bed, grunting and moaning without shame, gripping onto your hips fiercely and without mercy. You could feel how impossibly hard he was. His thickness overwhelmed you even with lube and plenty of foreplay. Like this, raw and sudden, it was enough to make you drunk on his lustful work. 
“Keep reading, love. This tight little cunt is gonna make me come,” he growled low and tense through his clenched jaw, using his thumb to push deeper into your sensitive ass. 
“Even when statistical techniques…” you whispered, incapable of projecting your voice without it turning into a wanton moan. 
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Good girl,” he took his thumb away in order to play with your rigid clit. It sent sparks through you, making you clench down around him. He groaned louder.
You tried to read, not wanting to displease your captain, trying to be a good girl, just for him. Whatever he wanted, you were eager to give it. 
“…are correctly applied…”
“God fuckin’ damnit! That’s what I want, love. Come for me. Squeeze this cock for me. That’s it. That’s it, babe,” John leaned forward, his chest pressing down on your back, fucking you like a hound, his other hand grasping the sheets as he tried to hold his full weight off of you. 
He knew exactly how you liked your pussy to be played with. His hands were huge, and his long fingers could apply the most delicious pressure against your swollen folds, making your legs tremble and shake. 
“…the results can be difficult…” 
You couldn’t breathe. You came so hard that you saw stars, keeping yourself from moaning to give him the obedience he was craving. He screamed loud enough for the both of you, pumping harder and harder into you like a steel piston, spilling inside of you in hot, thick ropes. 
“…to interpret.”
You were both panting, ragged and well-used. He pulled himself out of you as slowly as he could, setting your legs back down, and leaving you on the bed, wet and soaking in his come. You heard his belt buckle clinking again, being fastened by its panting owner. He pulled your panties back up, making sure to scoop his escaped come back into the fabric so it would smear against your lips. Then, your shorts, positioned on your waist with care. 
Closing the door to the bedroom, John left you there, holding your textbook, shaking like a leaf. 
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Imagine Bucky always sees you doodling away in a little notebook you bring for meetings. You obviously take diligent notes but every so often you'll zone out, fully focused on a mindless drawing with you brows pinched together. Sometimes your tongue pokes out and Bucky finds it utterly adorable, especially when you think no one notices.
He's never actually seen what you draw in there. He assumes your book is filled with tiny flowers or smiley faces, maybe a few squiggles of nothing at all.
You had forgotten to take your book with you, running off for a hot bath after listening to Tony drone on about missions and the importance of updated technology. Bucky noticed the small pink book, smiling at the tiny daisies that decorated the front; your notebook was as adorable as you. He grabbed it along with his own things, making his way to your room to drop it off.
The book slipped onto the floor, landing open; he didn't think much of it, hardly scanning the pages as he picked it up.
Then he stopped.
He saw the first drawing.
Then another drawing catches his eye.
It couldn't be.
Then he saw that one.
His jeans suddenly become unbearably uncomfortable, the tightness almost painful. His cock is rock hard and he has no way of hiding it, swallowing thickly as he scans the page.
Maybe this wasn't your book.
He flips to the front and your name is right there with little hearts dotted all around it.
Fuck.
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You dried your hair off and threw on some comfy clothes, foregoing a bra since you were going to relax in bed anyway. You noticed you'd forgotten your book, running over to the conference room before it fell into the wrong hands.
it wasn't there.
You huffed, walking back to your room, hoping maybe it was just misplaced instead of actually lost, not noticing someone walking in and clicking the lock shut.
"Looking for something?" Bucky casually walked into your room while you yelped, breathing out a sigh when you saw who it was.
"Hey Buck. Yeah, I can't find my note book, have you seen it?" You fidgeted with your fingers, eyes growing wide when you saw it in his hand. "Oh thank God, you found it!-
You reached out for it only to have Bucky snatch his hand away, holding it in the air out of each, a smirk growing on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up hoping he hadn't seen what was inside, pouting when he shook his head at your feeble attempts to get your book.
"Bucky, give it back!"
"What do you use this book for anyway?" He cocked his head while you squirmed, not noticing he'd backed you against the wall of your room, "Hm?"
"N-notes.." You mumbled while he hummed, not even bothering to hide the hardness between his legs. You could smell his cologne and something that was distinctly him with how close he was.
"Doll... is there something you want to tell me" His husky voice whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"N-no" you squeak out, absolutely mortified over what he saw, gasping when his flesh hand came to wrap around your throat.
"I think I saw something like this" He nipped your ear lobe, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, his metal hand coming down to toy with the waistband of your shorts before slipping in. You let out a breathless moan as his cold fingers teased your folds, rubbing your wetness around.
"Was that my hand you were drawing sweets? hm? all covered in those pretty juices? Is that what you want baby? You want my metal hand to be covered in your cream, my fingers shoved up this little pussy?"
"Please Bucky" You whined, practically grinding yourself onto his hand while he let out a dark chuckle, pushing two fingers deep into your pussy. You nearly buckled over, his arm holding you up as he started to pump in and out, soaking his hand.
"Shhh, You're not as innocent as you look, are you Bambi. Hmm, which drawing was that... it looked a little like.." He continued to tease you, curling and fucking you with his fingers while you shamelessly sobbed out of pleasure, whining when he pulled them out. "Just like this?"
Bucky smirked, letting your slick coat his fingers, strings of arousal clinging between each digit. He shoved them in his mouth, groaning a your taste, licking them clean before grabbing you and tossing you onto his bed, pulling his sweats down just enough to stroke his cock.
"Let's see if I can help inspire some other drawings"
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bountycancelled · 2 months
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(un)secret admirer
luke castellan x child of aphrodite!reader
tip me on kofi, if you feel so inclined
requested: nope, I'm just currently obsessing over pjo (aren't we all?) and Charlie bushnell is my pookie so luke is also my pookie (what about all the people he murdered– what murdaaaa?!)
warnings: none I believe!
content: probably ooc luke becusse I haven't read the books, I don't know if demigods even nap, I don't remember the movies and he's barely in the show lol, some cuddling, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, also I know demi gods are dyslexic i just dont gaf because i thought this concept was cute, that's all!
a/n: SEND ME PJO REQS! please. also this is short and I'm sorry, I've been having horrid writers block.
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"I don't get what the big deal is." Lukes voice could be heard from where he sat on your bed, as you gazed at the piece of paper in your hand, pacing back and forth in your room as you analysed its every minute detail to the best of your abilities. "you get letters from the other campers all the time."
"I already told you Luke. this handwriting isn't the same as any other letter I've gotten, so that means it's from someone who's never sent me a note before, and I need to know who it is."
you had recieved a myriad of letters ranging from 'I think you're pretty' to 'I would sacrifice my right arm just to get a hug from you' during your time here at camp. beyond being drop dead gorgeous, you were kind, always wearing a charming smile on your face, and having the ability to comfort people with your presence alone.
that (coupled with the facts that most kids here had some kind of parental baggage and your kindness definitely filled some kind of void) meant that you recieved many a words from not so secret admirers. you were sure that you knew the identities of the people who had given you sealed envelopes and tightly folded papers, but you were currently stumped.
you were startled out of your staring contest with the scribbled ink by the feeling of Lukes arms around your shoulders as he spoke. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, now can you please come back to bed? you know that I can't nap if you're not with me."
you sighed, letting him lead you back to your bed so that he could rest before you two inevitable of the two of you needing to help around the camp occured. you stared up at the ceiling as he slowly started to dose off beside you, before you gasped and shot up, effectively spooking him out of a peaceful moment.
"it's Percy!" you shushed Luke before he had the chance to complain about your sudden exclamation or the fact that you weren't letting him get a wink of midday sleep. "I mean, he's just met me, and one of my friends probably told him some stuff about me–"
"it's not Percy." Luke deadpanned, pushing you down by the shoulder from the upright postpone you were sat in to make you lay back down, and wrapping his arm around your waist. you were shocked into silence, because although Luke was an affectionate friend, he had never cuddled you while he was still awake. he would always wake up and discovering that he had wrapped around you in his sleeping state, apologising sheepishly while retracting his limbs.
after a few moments of stunned silence, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. "and how do you know it's not him, huh?" he simply blew air from his nose, tightening his grip around your waist.
"because it was me, sweetheart."
now that shut you up fairly quickly, as you bit your lip to try to hinder the giddy smile that wanted to form on your features. you opened your mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Luke placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.
"we'll talk when we wake up, alright?" but you weren't having any of that. "okay... but, before you go to bed. how long have you liked me? is this actually the first letter you've sent? why wouldn't you just tell me, you idiot. obviously I like you too. I know you said some stuff that you like about me in the letter, but I want you to tell me about everything you like about me, like every feature, every trait-"
Luke chuckled, sporting a big grin as you spoke. he would tell you all of that and more, he would do anything you asked of him, just as long as he got to hold you in his arms just like this.
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livinghostly · 18 days
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i will hold on to you for as long as you let me — megumi fushiguro x mom!reader, satoru gojo x reader
a/n: sorryyy the fushiguro-gojo family dynamic was rotting my brain and i needed this out of my system. LOTS of projection of my fear of growing up in this one soz. this was fully meant to be a drabble and it just kept going idk wc: 3.1k angst/fluff. mom!reader has a lot of bittersweet thoughts about megumi growing up and satoru is there to comfort <3 lots of parentheses and lots of repetition
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you put on a brave face all day. all week, even. despite the burn in your chest that engulfed your lungs and squeezed unrelentingly. despite the tears that burned the corners of your eyes delicately balancing on the your waterline, one blink away from breaking the surface density and opening the floodgates to pour down your cheeks. despite the non-stop ache of your stomach, churning what you ate every day but still holding the same emptiness as anxiety consumed you.
megumi didn’t pack much, he never held on to many things to begin with. (you always prayed for that to change, for his comfort your home. you prayed he would see it as his own, as well). he neatly folded his clothes into his suitcases and stacked his hangers on top. he purchased a new sheet set for his bed in the dormitory because the one he was used to was much bigger, much softer. 
he packed most of his books, carefully picking out the ones that tugged at the nostalgic parts of him, frayed along the edges after many years of re-reading, as well the ones that still had vibrant covers and stiff spines he hoped to finish. you noticed the leather journal he kept tied together– the ink-blotted pages bursting at the seams –sitting on the shelf before he tucked it into his box of personal belongings. it was his third one since living with you, all filled to every last page and used beyond ruin. the rest were hidden between his headboard and the wall. you pretended not to know, after stumbling upon them while changing his sheets.
closing the door to your home felt eerily empty. it looked the same as every day. the couch was cleaned and the floors swept. dishes rinsed and promptly put away. but with your lingering gaze your mind fixated on the dining table set for four, two adult pairs of shoes at the door, one pink backpack slumped on the hook of the closet door with an empty space below. your chest twisted at the lack of clutter, though it’d been like that for some time, with tsumiki and megumi growing older and cleaning up after themselves properly like you taught them. like you wanted. the pride you initially felt with those memories of parenting were becoming eclipsed with resentment and despair.
the ride to school was quick and familiar, megumi knew well what he was getting into after visiting there to train. satoru liked to call them little getaways from megumi’s civilian life, claiming he wasted too much time around non-sorcerers when he could be on missions with his ever-loving benefactor instead.
satoru, who was whining while he laid himself across the three seats in the back of your car. you’d banished him there for such a special occasion, and he threatened to transport himself to the school alone. an empty threat, at best. he didn’t want to miss this. 
megumi had sparred with the older students and found himself thrown around the field many times already. he knew his way to the infirmary by heart, he knew where gojo tucked away his most powerful curse-imbued weapons (that were supposed to be under the surveillance of higher ups), and knew what letter-number combination granted him the ginger chips nobody else seemed to like. 
you were glad he was comfortable. you were glad he would fall into routine easily after the repeated trips to jujutsu high and developing a rapport with his upperclassmen. you’d waited for the day that he’d truly be part of the jujutsu world and welcomed into a better suited environment for people like him. and you knew he would be great, he already possessed an incredible technique and wielded it like he’d been fine-tuning it since birth. far ahead from most kids his age, you were proud.
still, your gut was sinking, sinking, sinking into the floor with each passing second.
megumi picked his room in one of the far-away corners of the boys dormitory, leaving inumaki and panda heartbroken (panda said he would find a way to organize sleepover. megumi said he would drop out before that happened. inumaki cried– no, wailed at the rejection). yuuta fell into step with you, slipping one of the boxes out of your hands and insisting on helping instead. it was sweet, if it didn’t feel like he was ripping precious time away from you.
but you smiled, and granted his wish. megumi wasn’t complaining, he liked yuuta more than the others. it was a good chance for them to talk more. all of this, a chance, a new chapter, the rest of his life. the thoughts weighed on your shoulders with a disgusting strain traveling to your fingertips.
you were painfully aware you were in your own head, doing this all to yourself. he wasn’t going away, you would still be seeing him, more than you used to when he went to his other schools. he would always be here.
satoru found you in your classroom, while you were organizing the stationary with an unnaturally stiff composure. your arms were tense, he could see the muscles constantly flexing with each of your movements.
your jaw was clenching and unclenching again. you made a point not to look outside, where the second-years were training brashly after successfully moving their things back into their dorms. you made a point not to meet satoru’s dangerous stare as he shut the door to your classroom, as if it granted any privacy with the seven large windows running along the wall that showcased the hallway. 
“what are you doing all by yourself, beautiful?” his tone was soft and inviting, begging you to open up and let yourself fall against the cushion of his words. 
“um,” you exhaled, voice shaky. you scrunched your face to break apart the tension that had hardened your expression. “i figured i would get a few things ready for tomorrow.”
it took satoru’s long legs two-and-a-half strides to meet you at your desk, where you gently shut the drawer. there were a handful of dated photographs in there, signed with his name and the chicken scratch of two children. 
“it’s all ready, baby. we did that last week.”
(correction: you did it. he tagged along for the shopping trip).
“there’s just… a few things...” you mumbled, not finding the strength to finish your own sentence. 
satoru gently placed his hand on your shoulder, emitting inhuman warmth that spread across your skin. you leaned into him as he dragged his hand down your arm and intertwined your fingers with the care of handling fine china. his presence brought you solace, effortlessly bringing the walls down that you desperately wanted to wait until you got home to break.
he kissed the back of your hand and rubbed the skin. “you know you’re going to see him every day, right?”
it was embarrassing how well satoru knew you, knew your thought process like it was an extension of his own. he knew your doubts and insecurities, your fears and desires. he could predict the words before they came from your mouth, more in tune with the way you spoke than his mother tongue.
“mhm.”
“you know we’re going to be the ones chaperoning his missions, right?”
you closed your eyes and looked away. “i know.”
“do you remember when he said he’d like to go home some weekends, and have dinner?”
“he said that to be nice.”
“when has he ever been nice?”
you opened your eyes to glare at him, though he was right. megumi was not nice. he was polite. he was too self-aware for his own good, too perceptive of others and their emotions. in all the time that you’d known him, raised him, he made himself smaller for the convenience of others. he walked on his tiptoes for a year and a half so no one else would wake up because of him. he made his own breakfast and bit back his tears when he burned himself. he didn’t ask for things or food and didn’t offer his input unless asked directly. for some time, he was a ghost in his own home. 
it seemed as soon as the bits of his shell started to break off, he was being swept away from you by the jujutsu world, leaving you with looming fears that consumed your mind and disrupted your sleep for weeks.
satoru smiled, though it was weighed down with your sadness. “hey, he’s not going anywhere, you know that. just because you’re not driving him home everyday doesn’t mean he’s gone.”
it’s funny, it’s nearly the same speech he gave you when tsumiki started middle school. and when megumi followed those same steps.
tsumiki didn’t make it this far, though.
the thought makes your lip wobble again, and you bite it back pathetically.
“i know. i know that. it’s just that…” your voice cracked, and you shoved your head in your hands. your palms squeezed your eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the already-flowing tears. “he’s not my little boy anymore.”
satoru’s soothing hands pull you into a tight hug, and you don’t have it in you yet to move your hands from your face. his embrace makes you sob harder, louder as all your emotions from the last week begin to pour out at once. his chest rumbled with your cries, and he tucked you further under his arms as if to shield you from what was making you hurt so much. it was all you.
“baby…” he chuckled, without a hint mirth or mockery. he squeezed you with compassion and adoration. “you know that’s not true. he’s still pretty short, he’s got another growth spurt coming.”
a small laugh slipped through, but was quickly drowned out by your cries.
“he’ll be okay. he’s still here.”
he was so, so warm. he gently began to rock back and forth with you, the heels of your shoes gently clicking on the tile floor. a small hiccup erupted from you as you found the strength to wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. the familiar thrum of his heartbeat welcomed you.
“i know, i’m sorry. i know he’s not leaving, or anything… i just… i thought i was ready.” you blubbered into his button-up. surely, there’d be two wet spots where your eyes were when you pulled away.
he swayed side to side with you, staring at the blackboard ahead of him. he nestled his chin on the top of your head, wondering if you could hear the cracks tearing through his heart. “it’s okay if you’re not ready. but you’re treating this like it's goodbye.”
“but what if we don’t get a goodbye?”
“okay, you really are overthinking this,” he pulled away from your embrace, your fingers still digging into the material of his shirt. he brushed away the hair covering your eyes, stuck to your skin by the wetness of your cheeks. streaks ran through your foundation and the corners of your eyes were smudged. “there you are. so pretty.”
it was silly how he believed he could make things better like that. it was silly that he was a little bit right.
“don’t think for a second i’ll let megumi be sent on a mission he can’t handle. he’s going to be fine.”
satoru’s love ran deep. for you, for megumi, for all his students. he fought curses everyday for you, rotted himself with his technique and stitched himself back up in a moment’s notice to fight for you. to come home to you. all of humanity be damned, those closest to him were the ones he fought for, and he would do everything in his power to preserve their lives.
he already towed the line with the higher-ups and their conservative rules and regulations, but he would tear them down if you asked. for megumi, he’d fight tooth and nail to see that he wasn’t being sent off on a mission ill-prepared. under his watch, things would be different for his students. 
you nodded meekly, wiping away your tears with one hand. “i hate when you’re right, toru. it’s really annoying.”
he smoothed down your hair and grinned. “i know, just let me have this one, though.”
his sweet murmurs filled your ears, along with the gentle shuffling of your clothes as you made yourself presentable again. you balled up your sleeves and patted the corners of your eyes gently, and he straightened out the hem of your shirt. it was wrinkled, a reminder of how harshly you clung to him.
you smiled at the water stains on his shirt now, and he claimed it was in need of dry cleaning anyway.
neither of you noticed the eyes of megumi and yuuta, both stuck in place at the very corner of the windows leading to the hallway. they had training staffs with them, megumi’s grip becoming tighter as he watched you wipe your eyes and knock your head into satoru’s chest lazily. your shoulders low, clearly drained from the amount you cried. 
yuuta was frozen, eyes flickering from you to megumi repeatedly. he found his courage in placing a hand on his shoulder, a feather-light grip. “hey, let’s go through the east wing. i’m pretty sure it’s faster that way.”
it wasn’t. but megumi nodded anyway, begrudgingly tearing his gaze from you and turning around with yuuta. 
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you stared down the red light of the intersection with a blank face, blank mind. letting it all out of your system had successfully flushed out your emotions, taking the rest of your energy along with it. the car was painfully quiet, but no part of you wanted to listen to anything.
satoru was whisked away by yaga, being delivered another mission he swore would take less than a day. ‘less than twelve hours’, he promised to be back for megumi’s first day. he would make it.
it was dark, and you milked all the time you could on school grounds. speaking with yaga and shoko, running through the still-developing information of missions to be sent on. cleaning the classrooms. the lockers. stocking the teachers lounge. dusting the armory. before you knew it the curfew ushered the students into their dorms.
a ringtone broke through your thoughts, making you jump. though the tune was soft, the sudden intrusion made it much more shrill. you fumbled with your phone in the passenger seat, seeing megumi’s contact on the screen.
“hello?”
“hey, mom?”
it took everything you had left not to gawk. he said it before, sparingly in desperation for comfort. his voice was quiet, a near-whisper despite the fact he was alone in his dorm. like he was nervous.
“yes, megumi?”
“um… are you home?”
you wondered if he forgot something. “no, i’m still driving. are you okay?”
“i’m fine, i just… can’t sleep, i guess…” he trailed off, hoping for you to fill in the gap.
“oh. okay. did you take–“
“do you think you could pick me up?” he interrupted. “and i just stay home tonight? you could drive me in the morning.”
you were quick to dissolve into a smile, pointed at the streetlamp on the sidewalk. sadness struck your eyes but you were too occupied by the warmth of his question to feel it.
“yeah. i can be back there in a few minutes, just let me turn around.”
“thanks.”
he didn’t hang up. neither did you. the silence lived on for a few seconds.
“mom?”
“yeah?”
“… gojo’s on a mission, right?”
you laughed, your hand sliding across the steering wheel as you reouted back to the school. “yeah, megs, he’ll be gone tonight.”
“he’s back tomorrow?”
“yeah, we can leave before he gets home.”
“thanks.”
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satoru tiptoed through the entrance of your home, brushing his blindfold over his hair and peeling it off his head. he hung it up with his keys, lax arms nearly missing the hook on the closet door meant for him. it was beyond late, and he was tired, but he was home like he said he would be.
he bent down to tie his shoes, buffering momentarily as he caught a glance of well-worn sneakers at the front door. they were as clean as they could be, though scuffed rubber turning gray and the laces becoming frayed where they were tightened most.
satoru made a grunt in acknowledgement to no one but himself, as he tossed his shoes down. he glanced around the living space, cautiously bringing himself to each room with a curious itch to scratch. a third pair of shoes. both backpacks on the door. dishes for two placed on the drying rack. 
he was expertly quiet by nature, but found himself avoiding the squeaky floorboards on the stairs and all the way to the hallway. he was greeted with a blue sign, corners covered with dog stickers. the frilly handwriting of tsumiki warding off unwanted visitors with the phrase: “megumi’s room. keep out!!”
the door opened quietly, satoru pushing it open to the limit and stopping before it would let out an ungodly squeak. he insisted on never getting it fixed, knowing it bothered megumi.
megumi had his face shoved in his pillow, a desperate attempt to block out any light creeping through the crack of his bedroom door or the streetlamp just outside the window. he was always a light sleeper, always on edge, sleeping with his back to the wall so if something barged in the night he was ready. it was horrible he thought that way, you always said. 
his duvet covers were black and white plaid, per his request three years ago when he begged to be free of the puppy sheets. still, he seemed small, curled up in a ball. his face was released of the usual tension and his light breathing filled the room. for a moment, he was little again.
satoru smiled, taking a step back and closing the door gently.
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Obey your master
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Eddie Munson x fem reader
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni) smut, cursing, grinding, fingering, unprotected piv, slapping, biting, hair pulling, dom!eddie, bratty!reader 5.3k
A/N: I wrote this instead of working on the 6+ wips I have because I have no self control. Also I know nothing about D&D so please ignore any blatant inaccuracies here and just enjoy the filth
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“Are you sure it’s her?”
“Definitely! Pretty sure. Like 60% sure.”
“Dude!”
“Look, just go ask her and then we’ll know!”
“Can I help you boys with something?” You ask in a bored voice, not bothering to look up from you tattered History textbook. You can see two figures shuffling awkwardly in your peripheral vision. One lurches forwards, shoved by the other, his body slamming against the edge of the table. You sigh, frowning up at the nervous freshman as he rubs his hip where it collided with the wood.
“Um, y-yeah. S-sorry about that. Are you - are you Y/N?”
“Who’s asking?” Your eyes narrow as the boy blushes. Warm brown curls spill out from beneath the cap smushed down on his head, and he tugs on the straps of his backpack, his mouth opening and closing without sound like a fish out of water gasping for breath.
“Is that a difficult question?” You ask, brows arching.
“N-no. Sorry. I’m Dustin. This is Mike.” He says, gesturing to the lanky boy stood behind him. Mike gives an awkward wave, and you notice that they’re dressed in matching shirts, some devilish logo reading Hellfire Club across their chests.
“So, are you Y/N?” Your eyes flit back to Dustin, and you almost feel bad watching him squirm under your gaze. You decide to play nice.
“Yes. I’m Y/N.”
“Awesome.” The boy grins.
“Is it?”
“Y-yeah. We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
That catches you off guard. Why would these two kids be looking for you? You close your book, propping your elbows on the table to rest your chin on your folded hands.
“Why have you been looking for me?”
“You sit next to my sister in Chemistry. Nancy Wheeler.” Mike says.
You nod, looking at his face and noticing the similarities to your Chem partner. Nancy seems nice enough, but you haven’t really spoken much outside of working together. You haven’t spoken to anyone much since you transferred to Hawkins High. You’re not too sure what you’d done to leave enough of an impression on Nancy that she’d be telling her little brother about you.
“I do.” You confirm. Neither of the boys speak, and you nod your head at them, willing them to explain.
“You play D&D right?” Dustin blurts out.
“What?”
“Dungeons & Dragons? The game?”
“I know what it is. Why are you asking?” You’re starting to get irritable, wishing the boys would just get to the point, whatever it is. Mike seems to sense your frustration, stepping up beside his friend.
“We need someone to play tonight, after school. Our friend Lucas has a basketball game so he can’t make it. We asked Nancy to sub and she said no. B-but she said you might be interested.”
You lean back in your chair, thinking back to your last Chemistry class. You’d been zoning out, doodling in the margin of your notebook, D10s and swords mostly, a Demogorgon here or there. Nancy had obviously been paying more attention to you than you realised.
“So you want me to play?”
“Yeah!” Dustin nods eagerly. ���Have you played before?”
You nod your head, watching the two boys grin excitedly.
“So you’ll do it?”
“Sure.” You say nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. In reality you’re kind of excited, you missed your old friends, and the nights you’d spend playing with them. It would be nice to find a new group here, even if it was just a one off.
The bell rings for lunch, and you scoop up your books, shoving them into your bag.
“Do you want to come sit with us now? You can meet the rest of Hellfire.” Dusting says proudly, gesturing to his shirt.
“Okay. Do I get one of those?” You smile teasingly.
“Sure! Eddie’s probably got a spare in his van.”
You freeze, looking at the boys with a frown.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah. Eddie Munson. D’you know him?”
You shake your head. You didn’t know him, but you knew of him. He was kind of hard to miss, parading his way around the cafeteria shrieking and hollering at people just minding their own business. He seemed to crave the negative attention his theatrics earned him, living for each insult hurled his way, wearing his freak status as a badge of honour. You found it exhausting just watching him. He sat behind you in your English class, on what you’d come to learn was his third attempt at graduating. You’d think having already failed the class twice Eddie might be willing to put a little effort in, but that wasn’t the case. If he wasn’t chatting loudly to the boy sitting next to him he was humming some tune, tapping his fingers or his pencil against the desk in a loud drum beat. The chains hanging from his jeans jostled with every bounce of his leg beneath the desk, the worn sleeves of his leather jacket creaking each time he shifted in his seat. He seemed incapable of sitting still or being quiet, and it drove you mad, your own pencil clutched so hard in your fingers more than a few had fallen victim to your bad mood and been snapped in half. So no, you didn’t know him. But quite frankly you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than change that fact.
Still you follow the boys out of the library and into the cafeteria, listening as they babble excitedly about the campaign.
They lead you to a table of boys, all a little older than them. You recognise the one from your English class who sits next to Eddie, Gareth you think, and the blonde boy gives you a confused look when he sees you stood behind Mike and Dustin.
“Who’s this?” He asks.
“Y/N. She’s going to sub for Lucas tonight.” Mike explains. He sits down beside Dustin, and you move to sit at the free seat at the head of the table.
“Woah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Dustin says. He shuffles up along the bench, making a space for you beside him.
“Why?” You ask as you drop your bag to the floor and sit next to him.
“Eddie’s a little.. particular about the seating arrangements.”
You roll your eyes, hearing the squeak of sneakers on the tiled floor close behind you, but before you can turn to look Eddie throws himself into the seat you’d almost taken, the chains hanging from his hip clinking as he thumps down.
“Hey Eddie.” Dustin says brightly. He doesn’t respond, his dark eyes fixed on your face.
“I see we have a guest.” He says lowly, a smirk forming on his plump pink lips. Your heart thumps in your chest, feeling those warm chocolate eyes roam across your face. He’s painfully handsome, a sharp angled jaw and a soft button nose. But he’s also annoying as fuck.
“This is Y/N.” Dustin says, breaking the tension.
“Y/N.” Eddie repeats, leaning forward in his chair so his face is close to yours, personal space clearly not a boundary he cared to respect.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?”
You swallow dryly, willing your voice to come out even.
“Dustin and Mike asked me to play D&D with you guys.”
“Did they now?” He grins, rocking back in his chair.
“Yeah. She’s played before.” Mike says.
Eddie looks surprised, maybe even impressed.
“So you’ll be joining us in our fight against Vecna?”
“Sure. If you want.” You say, shrugging again as if you could take or leave the invitation.
“What’s your rank?” Another boy asks.
“Don’t have one.”
“I thought you’d played before?” Eddie says, his eyes narrowing.
“I have. But in my old group is was the DM, so-“
The group falls quiet, a few anxious glances shared between them. No one will meet your eyes. When you look back at Eddie he’s sneering.
“You were a dungeon master?”
“Yeah. What’s so hard to believe about that?”
“Nothing.” Eddie says dismissively, waving a ringed hand in front of your face.
“But we don’t need a DM sweetheart. I’ve got that covered.”
“Awww. I get it. You’re scared of a little competition. Don’t worry Eddie, I’m not here to steal your little club away from you.” You tease, your voice dripping with faux sweetness, head cocked to the side and lashes fluttering.
“You couldn’t even if you tried sweetheart.” Eddie smiles as he speaks, but it doesn’t meet his eyes, and he spits out the pet name like it’s venom on his tongue.
He digs into his bag, pulling out a crumbled character sheet and tossing it down in front of you.
“A level 1 Druid. Seriously?”
“Take it or leave it.”
“You know what, it really seems like you don’t want me to play so-“
“No no!” Dustin exclaims, grabbing your arm in an attempt to stop you leaving.
“W-we want you to play.” He turns his attention to Eddie.
“C’mon man, we need her. There’s no way we can beat your totally awesome but incredibly sadistic campaign without someone filling in for Lucas. So unless you want to post-“
“Don’t even think about suggesting we postpone Henderson.” Eddie snaps.
“Well if you don’t want to postpone then we need an extra player.”
Eddie sighs, leaning back in his seat.
“Fine”. He grumbles.
“So you do want me to play?” You ask mockingly. Eddie’s knuckles turn white as he squeezes his fists tight.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” You grab the character sheet, folding it and tucking it into your bag before swinging it up over your shoulder. “Where should I me-“
“The drama room. After school.” Eddie says, staring straight ahead.
“Can’t wait.” You drawl sarcastically, turning on your heels to leave Eddie and his massive ego behind.
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At the end of the day you make your way down the corridors, rapidly emptying as students file out, desperate to start their weekends. You’re still not familiar with the lay out of the school, but after a few wrong turns you find the theatre, swinging open the door. It’s cluttered, full of abandoned props and set pieces from an odd mix of performances, painted wooden trees piled in a corner, a flat cut out of a car leant up against it, which you assume is a poor attempt at recreating Greased Lightning. Dust swirls in the dim lighting, the air thick with the smell of the musty costumes hanging from a rack by the door. A large table sits in the centre of the room, headed by an elaborate throne, the most impressive prop in the room.
You take a step towards it, before a low voice makes you jump.
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“Jesus!” You half shout, turning to see Eddie stepping out from behind the chair. He lowers himself onto the throne, the warm light above him casting a halo around his soft curls.
“The throne is for dungeon masters only.”
“Then I should be fine to sit there.” You say.
“You’re not the DM here sweetheart. I’m in charge here.”
You roll your eyes at him as you dump your bag to the floor.
“Is this one okay Mr Dungeon Master?” You tease, pointing to a seat on his right. Eddie just shrugs. As you sit a scrunched up ball of fabric hits your chest. You pick up the item, holding it up to see it’s the same shirt the rest of the club had been wearing at lunch.
“I’ll want it back when we’re done.” Eddie says.
You frown at him, debating whether you should refuse to wear it, knowing it’ll probably piss him off. But then a better idea springs to mind, something that you’re sure will rattle him.
You grab the hem of your shirt, crossing your arms as you lift the fabric up over your head, dropping it on top of your bag.
Eddie’s eyes go wide at the sight of you in just your bra, a blush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. You smile smugly to yourself as you grab the Hellfire shirt, pulling it on before getting comfy on your seat, as though it was perfectly normal for you to undress in front of an almost total stranger.
The door swings open with a bang, and the rest of the group pile in, laughing and joking, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room.
“You alright man?” One of the boys says to Eddie.
“Fine. Just hurry up and sit down.” He grumbles in reply.
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You have to hand it to Eddie, Dustin wasn’t kidding when he said the campaign was sadistic. An hour in and the group are tearing their hair out in frustration, a chorus of groans erupting with every bad roll of the dice. You’re surprised that you’re actually enjoying yourself, despite the absolute battering you’ve taken. Of course you refuse to let Eddie know that you’re enjoying yourself, or that you think he’s actually a damn good DM. Instead you sit grinning, a mocking smile spread across your face when he guides the group through the campaign, stifling small laughs at his dramatic voices and flamboyant actions. You’re getting under his skin, you can tell from the furious looks that he shoots your way, the way his dark eyes roll each time you speak. You think you’re having more fun messing with him than you are playing.
Eventually Eddie calls time on the game, letting everyone go home and lick their wounds ahead of the next meeting. The boys grumble as they file out of the room, Gareth and Mike bickering about the former casting a protection spell that offered very little protection, the latter insisting that was the beginning of the groups downfall. As their voices fade down the corridor you realise it’s just you and Eddie left. He’s silent for once, jaw clenched tight as he begins to carefully pack away his belongings.
“Here, let me help.” You offer, scooping up a few minatures that had fallen to the floor when Eddie had knocked them aside a little too eagerly.
“S’fine, I got it.” Eddie says, not bothering to look at you.
“It’ll be quicker if you just let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help.” He snaps. The discarded Coke can in his hand crumples in his clenched fist, and he launches it at the bin with surprising accuracy.
Now you’re the one who’s pissed off. You know you’ve been winding Eddie up for most of the evening, but it’s just supposed to be a bit of fun, some playful banter. And now here you are, trying to be nice by offering to help him tidy up, and he’s acting like a little brat.
Your arms fold tight across your chest.
“Actually I think you need my help more than you know it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Look, I’m not saying you didn’t do a good job tonight or anything but.. well maybe you just need some assistance from a more experienced DM?”
You can’t help but feel smug at the sight of Eddie’s wide eyes, his jaw hanging slack. You decide to press on before he his brain kicks back in and he can interrupt.
“You’ve got the basics down, but the campaign was a little weak. I could definitely help you out when it comes to planning, and we could definitely work on your-“
“Okay! Now I know you’re just taking the piss.” Eddie laughs, his head dropping back to revel the smooth column of his neck.
“I’m just saying Eddie, maybe I could show you how it’s done one day.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Aww what’s the matter? You worried I might take over your little club?” You breeze past him and lower yourself into his chair.
“Who knows, maybe this will be my throne after all.”
“Get up.” Eddie hisses, fixing you with a dark glare that has your stomach flipping over.
“No.” You grin.
He takes a step towards you, his body practically vibrating with anger.
“Y/N, I’m not fucking around with you. Get out on my seat.”
Your head drops back against the elaborately carved wood while your smile grows wider.
“Make me, Dungeon Master.”
Firm hands wrap around your wrists, tugging you up so fast you can barely process the movement. One second you’re sitting in the throne, the next you’re hauled up, crashing against Eddie’s chest as he staggers to keep you both upright.
You blink up at the eyes looking down at you, now so dark that the pupils threatens to swallow his iris’ whole. Eddie’s warm breath fans across your face, so close to your own that the tips of your noses almost brush, in a gesture that would seem sweet were it not for the tight grasp he still has of your wrists, the cool metal of his rings biting painfully into your flesh.
“You’re really fucking annoying. You know that right?” He sneers.
“Right back at ya.”
Eddie scoffs, but his eyes betray him, dropping from your eyes to your lips and back again. It’s over in a split second, if you’d blinked you would’ve missed it. But you didn’t.
“Oh.” You breath, giving Eddie a knowing look.
“Oh what?” He snaps.
“It all makes sense now, why you’re so mean to me.”
“I’m mean to you because you’re infuriating.” Eddie insists.
“Hmmm. I don’t think so.” You smirk. “I think it’s because you like me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself sweetheart.” He snarls before laughing cruelly. But you can see it on his face, the hint of panic in his eyes, and the way his cheeks are growing warmer and warmer by the second. You’ve caught him.
“It’s kind of cute really. Like a little boy in second grade who can’t tell the girl that he likes her, so he runs around after her, pulling on her pigtails instead.” You pout up at him and laugh, which just enrages him more.
“Yeah? I’m like a little kid pulling on pigtails huh?”
Before you can answer Eddie releases one of your wrists, his hand snaking up to the back of your head and grabbing a fistful of hair. He tugs hard, so hard that your head is thrown back, neck muscles screaming from the angle. Despite the pain, a wanton moan tears from your throat, and you feel your cheeks glow with embarrassment at making such a noise in front of Eddie.
His lips brush against the shell of your ear when he whispers lowly to you.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little game too. You think you’re so fucking clever huh? Think I can’t see that you’ve been trying to rile me up all night? You’re just desperate for my attention aren’t you sweetheart? Well now you got it.” Eddie pulls harder again, your scalp burning.
Your hands grab desperately at his shoulders, and for a moment Eddie relaxes his hold on you, a flash of panic in his eyes that maybe he’s gone too far. For you, he’s not gone far enough.
Finally able to lower your head you waste no time in crashing your lips against Eddie’s in a furious kiss. It’s messy, both of you too busy fighting for dominance to bother with finding any kind of rhythm together. Your teeth clink harshly as they meet, tongues pushing and sliding and tangling, lips being bitten and tugged between teeth until both of your mouths are red raw and glistening.
You tug on the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, and he breaks apart from you just long enough for you to pull the clothing up over his head. Your shirt is next to go, then your bra, and suddenly Eddie is pulling your back to the throne by your hips, guiding you down onto his lap.
While Eddie’s lips move down your throat, leaving a trail of purple bruises in their wake, you bury your fingers into his soft curls, tugging just enough to have him moaning against your flesh when his face dips between your breasts. You pull harder as Eddie’s hot mouth envelops a nipple, and he responds with a sharp nip to your bud that has you mewling.
“M-more.” You gasp, guiding Eddie’s head as he moves up to sink his teeth into the side of your breast, a sharp pain rocking through you and heading straight to your core. You’ll be littered in teeth marks in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care, losing yourself in the painful pleasure. Without realising, you’ve begun to rock your hips over Eddie’s lap, and when his hard length catches against your clothed clit just right you let out a soft cry.
Eddie’s head tilts back, grinning up at you as your eyelids drop, your lips parted in a small ‘o’. You press down harder, and he hisses, bucking his hips up to meet your movement.
“Stop. Stop!” He orders, grabbing your hips hard to keep you still.
One hand moves to flip up your skirt, the other dancing higher and higher up your inner thigh. You squirm in anticipation when his fingers graze the edge of your panties, but Eddie just tuts before delivering a sharp slap to the meat of your thigh. You gasp, watching the handprint bloom almost instantly on the delicate skin.
“You’ve gotta be patient baby.”
“D-don’t call me that.” You stammer, your body shivering when Eddie pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your hot slick skin to the cool air of the room.
“No?” Eddie asks, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t want to be my baby? Don’t want to be my good girl?”
Eddie chuckles humourlessly when your cunt clenches around nothing, his words stoking the fire that burns in your belly.
“Oh. F-fuck. Oh my god.” you whimper, as Eddie’s calloused fingertips swirl across your folds, collecting the arousal pooling at your entrance before sinking in and curling upwards.
“Not God baby. S’just me. Just me making you feel this good.” Eddie coos, a salacious smirk on his lips. You can’t stand the sight of it, so you lean in, attempting to kiss the cockiness off of his face. Eddie moans against your lips, the quiet room filling with the squelch of his fingers sinking into your heat, and the small panting breaths you both share between kisses. Each time you get greedy and attempt to roll your hips to meet Eddie’s movements he stops, delivering another sharp slap to your thighs.
After the third slap Eddie grabs your hair with his free hand, pulling hard until your eyes are angled to look into his.
“Don’t fucking move again. Just take what I give you.”
You roll your eyes, letting out a huff of a breath. The remaining air is knocked from your lungs when the back of Eddie’s hand collides with your cheek, your head jolting to the left from the force of the impact. Bright white stars dance behind your closed eyelids, and for a second you think that you’re dizzy from the shock of the slap. But then you feel it, the pressure that’s been building in your core giving way, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you, prolonged by Eddie’s continued ministrations.
“Fuck, such a dirty girl.” He growls against your neck. “Look at you baby, making a mess all over my fingers, all because I hit you. You like that? You like being slapped around?”
“Uh huh.” You manage to slur out as your head drops, your neck feeling too weak to properly support it.
“C’mere.” Eddie murmurs, leaning back into the throne and guiding your head down onto his chest. It’s surprisingly tender, far more gentle than you would have ever expected. He sits quietly, stroking his hands up and down your back, letting you catch your breath. His cock is digging into you thigh, painfully hard by now, but he doesn’t rush you, just lets you rest against the warmth of his chest until you feel like you’re yourself again.
When the aftershocks of your orgasm have fizzled out, you give another roll of your hips, pressing your weight down on the head of Eddie’s cock.
“Okay.” He groans. “I guess someone’s feeling up to carrying on now.”
He cups your cheek in his hand, tilting you back to look at him. Each press of your core against him has his lids fluttering, and his breath catches in his throat, escaping as broken moans.
“Careful Eddie.” You warn, a teasingly glint in your eyes. “You look like you’re ready to bust in your pants.”
“Not a chance in hell sweetheart.” He bites back, shoving you hurriedly off of his lap. His hands make quick work of unbuckling his belt, the handcuffs clinking, and he rolls down his zipper, raising his hips just enough to shove his jeans and boxers down to his mid thighs.
You do your best not to let on that you’re impressed by what Eddie’s packing, but you can’t have done a very good job, not with the way he looks up at you so smugly, taking his length in his hand and giving a few quick tugs.
“Well,” he says lowly. “You wanted the throne. So sit on it.”
You roll your eyes at him, but still move to straddle his lap, holding his broad shoulders for support as you lower yourself down. The head of Eddie’s cock nudges at your entrance, and you can’t help but whine at the burn as he sheathes himself inside you, stretching you out.
“Oh, what’s the matter? Is it too much for you?” He coos, not an ounce of real sympathy to be found in his voice. You scoff, raising yourself up until he’s pulled out halfway, before dropping yourself back down into his lap. You’re not sure who’s groan is louder, Eddie’s head tipping back and smashing against the wood of the throne. You set a quick pace, slamming yourself down onto Eddie’s cock as his blunt fingernails dig into the fat of your hips, like his holding on for dear life. You clench tight around him, and Eddie fucking whimpers.
“What’s the matter? Too much?” You echo.
“You talk too fucking much.” Eddie snarls, gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for another hungry kiss.
You can feel the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, another release rapidly approaching. You’re sure Eddie is close himself, you can feel his cock twitching inside you, and his breathing is erratic.
“You wanna cum?” Eddie pants, his teeth nipping at your jaw.
“Y-yes.”
Eddie’s hold on your hips pins you in place, cruelly ceasing your movements.
“Beg.” He orderers, his dark eyes meeting yours.
“What?”
“If you want to cum then you need to beg.”
“Fuck off Eddie.”
You try, and fail, to raise yourself up.
Eddie’s grip tightens, hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises on your flesh.
“I could cum right now and this would all be over. I’ll just leave you here, unsatisfied and dripping with me. You want that?”
You huff, shaking your head.
“Then beg. Beg your dungeon master.”
“Absolutely fucking not.” You spit. You wriggle your hips fruitlessly, Eddie’s hold too firm to allow any movement. You scowl down at his smug grin, and settle for bearing your weight down on him, squeezing his cock tight as it presses against your frontal wall.
You and Eddie gasp in unison.
“Fuuuuck. I’m serious, Y/N. You keep doing that this is all going to be over.”
You laugh cruelly, squeezing him again.
“I see. So this was less about making me beg and more about giving you some time to calm down so you weren’t a two pump chump.”
A stinging slap lands on your ass, and you hate the way it has moaning.
“I’m not gonna tell you again.”
“Fuck you Eddie. I’m not begging for anything.” You reach down between your bodies, your fingertips working quick circles over your clit. If Eddie wouldn’t get you there then you’d do it yourself.
“I don’t think so baby.” Eddie snarls, wrenching your arms behind your back and pinning them in place.
“Eddie please!” You shout. Your eyes widen in horror when you realise what you’ve just said.
“That’s more like it.” Eddie smirks, thrusting up into you hard. Your eyes roll back into your skull as he resumes his furious pace, your orgasm creeping closer and closer once again. His heavy balls slap up against your ass with every move, a steady beat in time with your cries of pleasure and his heavy breathing. Your body is burning from the inside out, and a trickle of sweat beads and runs down between your breasts. Eddie wastes no time in flattening his tongue against you and licking up, humming as he tastes your salty skin. The sight alone is almost enough to have you tumbling over the edge, but Eddie just grins, gradually slowing again.
“No, no Eddie. Don’t stop!”
Teeth nip at your neck, sinking in hard enough to leave vicious bruises.
“I told you what you need to do.”
The sheer desperation to cum shreds the last of your restraint, and you don’t hesitate to give him what he wants in the hope it’ll get you what you need.
“Please Eddie! Please, please fuck me I need it. God, I’m so close.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?”
Eddie releases your hands, letting you wind your arms around his neck as you bounce on his cock, moving in synch to meet every one of his thrusts. Your head drops back, vision burning white as you cum so hard your legs shake, your fingernails sinking into the soft flesh at the nape of Eddie’s neck.
He hisses, his rutting becoming sloppy, and with a loud cry of your name Eddie cums, thrusting through the oversensitivity to pump you full, until his spend is leaking from your sore cunt. You collapse against him, panting breaths wafting over his shoulder. Eddie holds you tight, pinning you in place, although you doubt you’d have the strength to get up even if you wanted to.
“You sound so pretty when you beg.” Eddie teases.
“Shut up.”
You sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, surprised by the way that Eddie’s hands brush delicately over your hips, skimming across your lower back in a soothing motion.
He clears his throat, shifting a little.
“S-sorry. I’ll get off.” You whisper, standing on trembling legs and letting his softening cock slip from between your thighs.
“You didn’t have to get up. I j-just wanted to check you were okay.” Eddie says, suddenly looking sheepish.
“I’m fine.” You say, ducking down to pick up your discarded underwear, and pulling the fabric up before anymore of Eddie’s cum can spill.
“Are you alright?” You ask.
Eddie grins up at you, giving you two thumbs up.
“Perfect.”
You chuckle at the gesture.
“God you’re such a dork.”
“Hey! That’s no way to talk to your dungeon master.”
“Yeah, well you’re not my dungeon master. This was just a one time thing, right?”
Eddie avoids looking at you as he gets dressed. You’re almost fully clothed, save for your top. You pick up the Hellfire shirt he’d thrown at you earlier in the evening.
“Doesn’t have to be.” He mumbles.
“What?”
“Doesn’t have to be a one time thing. If you don’t want it to be.” It’s the most genuine he’s sounded all day, no teasing edge to his voice, it’s just Eddie. He almost seems vulnerable. You’re not sure if he’s talking about Hellfire, or your activities after.
You pick up your bag, hoisting the strap up over your shoulder.
Eddie looks up, the frown on his face quickly replaced with a wide smile when he sees the Hellfire logo emblazoned across your chest.
“Then I guess I’ll see you next week, master.”
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