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joel miller- the babysitter?

@joelmillersgirlfriend had a brilliant fic similar to this prompt so all credit goes to them!!!

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summary: sarah’s old babysitter comes to visit from graduate school and joel is surprised

warnings: smut, age gap

word count: 2140

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Joel Miller stood in the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

He was determined to get the pancakes in front of him perfect. It was Sarah’s birthday and he just wanted to show her how much he appreciated her.

He had just finished making breakfast when his daughter bolted down the stairs.

“Morning dad,” she chirped before taking a seat at the breakfast table where Joel had placed a hot syrupy stack of pancakes.

“Morning baby girl, happy birthday,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before taking a seat beside her.

“Pancakes! Thank you so much, dad!” she grinned before she immediately started to pile the pancakes onto her plate.

His gaze was soft as he stared at his little girl that was growing up so fast.

“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked with her mouth full.

“Mouth closed, Sarah, and whatever you want,” he ruffled her hair and she giggled.

“Thanks so much, dad, well I was thinking-”

Sarah was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell that sounded like it needed to be fixed.

The two glanced at each other with confusion.

“Were you expecting someone, Sarah?” Joel questioned, staring at his only daughter.

“No…” she shook her head quizzically.

Joel stood up, rubbing his hands on his jeans before going over to the door and opening it.

When he opened it he was shocked to see you standing there dressed in a pretty white sundress, the bright sun illuminating your beaming face.

“Y/N,” he said with surprise.

“Mr. Miller, it’s nice to see you. Is Sarah here? I have a present for her,” you lifted up a small pink gift bag in your hand.

“Yeah she is, uh…come in,” he scratched the back of his head as you came inside eagerly.

“Y/N!” Sarah screamed with joy as she abandoned her breakfast and darted over to you and immediately jumped into your arms.

“Sarah it’s so nice to see you! Look at how much you’ve grown,” you took her face in your hands and caressed it, her doe brown eyes gazing adoringly into yours.

You had babysat for Sarah during your gap year and during college, while you were at a university nearby Austin, wanting to earn some money. Then once you were done with college you were accepted into a good Graduate program outside of Texas and rarely visited due to your busy schedule.

Joel stared at you.

He remembered you asking him to read over your college essays and him trying his best to make comments even though your work was exceptional. Hell, he remembered you putting Sarah to bed even though she begged you to stay up and watch tv. You had played an important role in Sarah’s development and he appreciated that. And now here you were so mature, hardened from the city life.

“Here’s your gift, Sarah, I hope you like it,” you smiled, handing her the bright pink gift bag, watching as she threw out the wrapping paper.

“Woah a Britney Spears shirt and an Avril Lavigne cd! Thanks so much, Y/N,” Sarah marveled at the contents of the bag before embracing you once more.

“No problem. Anything for my favorite kid,” you winked at her as her cheeks glowed from the praise.

Suddenly the doorbell rang again and all heads turned to the crimson-red door once more.

“Good grief, how many more people are gonna knock on my door,” Joel muttered under his breath as you suppressed a giggle.

You had always had a little school-girl crush on Joel when you babysat Sarah. The way he was always so kind and gentle to you. It also didn’t help how handsome he was with his dark hair that was slightly greyed and his large muscular build, and serious dark eyes. All the girls your age had the same thoughts about Joel calling him a “silver fox.” Joel was completely oblivious to their comments, and if he did know he did a damn good job of hiding it.

This time Sarah ran up to the door and swung it open.

“Lily!” she squealed with delight as a girl around her age entered the house.

“Hey, Sarah, happy birthday! My mom was wondering if you wanted to go to the city mall with us and get a gift for you,” the girl said as Sarah immediately spun towards Joel and gave him her best puppy eyes.

You shook your head and chuckled.

You remembered when she used to do that when she wanted to stay up past her bedtime.

Joel scratched his facial hair.

“I don’t know…”

With that response, Sarah smacked him lightly with the Avril Lavigne cd she had just been gifted, her brown face scrunching up with anger.

“Alright, alright, easy I was just joking,” he chuckled as Sarah narrowed her eyes at him and then skipped away with Lily leaving the two of you alone.

It seemed that Joel had just realized and he turned around and stared at you.

“Oh…uh Y/N you can stay for dinner if you’d like I’m sure I can make something…” he said awkwardly.

You didn’t know why he was being so awkward, he was always normal when you were around.

“That sounds good, Mr. Miller,”

“Oh Y/N, you know you can just call me Joel,” his mouth twisted to the side which made you grin.

“Fine, that sounds good, Joel,” you smiled before plopping onto one of the sofas sprawled out in the cozy living room.

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Once Joel had brought a warm plate of cookies, the awkwardness between the two of you was over and you started exchanging stories.

“And that was how Sarah got on the soccer team,” Joel wolfed down his cookie before you let out a hearty laugh.

“I can’t believe she got on there with no experience and a broken wrist,” you giggled.

“Yeah but now she’s carryin’ the team,” he said, putting the plate down on the table beside him.

As he moved over to do that simple action, your eyes flickered down to his jeans, they fit so snugly around his thick thighs.

Jesus Christ get a grip, Y/N you thought trying your hardest not to stare at them.

Once the man returned to his seat he spread his legs for comfort.

“Lord, this man is going to drive me insane,” you muttered, rubbing your temples as you could feel yourself growing wet from under your dress.

“You alright, there, Y/N?” the handsome man cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“I’m alright I just-”

At that moment your car keys flew off your wrist and under the sofa.

“Shit,” you cursed as you bent down under the couch and searched for them.

Joel’s eyes widened and his breath hitched the moment you bent down to reach for your keys, your pretty sundress hiked up and revealed your lacy black panties.

His cock twitched in his pants as he stared at your ass.

“Fuck,” he mumbled thinking that no one could hear him.

But you could.

You peeked at him for a second, watching as his eyes darken as they watched your every movement.

Wanting to tease him more you wiggled your ass, wanting to get a reaction out of him.

He adjusted in his seat, fidgeting uncomfortably as he rubbed his hands on his jeans.

You fished your car keys from under the couch and placed them promptly back in your purse before going over to Joel, kneeling.

“Joel, are you feeling alright?” you kneeled right in front of his thighs, placing a gentle hand on his knee as Joel held back a groan.

He did nothing but gape as you moved his thighs aside so that you could slip in between them.

“Fuck, sweetheart what are you doin’?” Joel brought a hand down to caress your cheek.

“Please,” you looked up at him pleadingly.

“Please what,” his fingers drew shapes into your cheeks as you closed your eyes with bliss.

“Please let me suck your cock,” you placed your head on his thigh, cheeks flushed as he stroked your hair.

“Are you sure?” he struggled with his words as you nuzzled into his thigh.

“I want to,”

Your words sent the blood rushing to his cock as he took one of his fingers and put it in your mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded as you immediately complied, looking up at him innocently.

“Holy shit,” he said as he continued to thrust his finger in and out of your mouth watching as a string of drool pooled from your lips.

You whined, clearly wanting something bigger in your mouth.

“Alright princess, you show me how it’s done,” Joel rested his head back against the sofa as he watched your calculated movements.

You smirked as you rubbed your hands up and down his muscular thighs, then placed one hand on his clothed erection and traced it lightly.

“Uh uh, if you keep on doing that I’m not gonna be so nice,” he growled, gripping your chin roughly, making sure that you locked eyes with him.

You gave him a small smile before pressing a single kiss to his clothed cock.

Then you started working the zipper of his jeans, watching as his cock sprung out, pre-cum leaking from his tip, just waiting to be touched.

Your mouth watered at the sight.

Joel guided your head, pushing it closer to his cock as you wrapped your lips around it.

“Shit yeah that’s it, princess,” he said, his head hitting the back of the couch, enjoying the warmth of your tongue on his dick.

While you took more of him in your mouth you simultaneously stroked him and fondled his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted as he raked his hands through your hair, fisting it tightly.

You moaned at the pulling, the vibrations going straight to Joel’s cock.

You sink deeper into him, wanting to please him desperately as you continued to fondle his balls and wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as you whimpered from the praise, growing wetter by the moment.

“Yeah, you like being called a good girl?” he teased, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched you struggle with his length.

Your pussy clenched around nothing as he continued to fist your hair.

You close your eyes with bliss as you continue to milk him while he lets out loud groans that go straight to your drooling cunt.

“Fuck I’m gonna-”

“Down my throat,” you breathe out as Joel completely loses it and stands up, thrusting his dick into your mouth at a brutal pace.

You moan loudly, tears leaking down your face as Joel continues to fuck you, groaning at his pleasure.

“You fuckin’ whore, having a little crush on your boss,”

You looked up at him, whimpering as tears continued to rush down your cheeks.

“Such a pretty little mouth, taking my cock so well,” he moaned as his pace faltered.

You rubbed your thighs together, wanting some friction of some sort to aid your untouched pussy.

Joel thrust one last time and released his seed, painting your throat white as he slipped out of your mouth.

He watched his cum drip down your chin and he almost became hard again at the pretty sight.

“Swallow,” he ordered as you immediately complied and swallowed his cum.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he knelt down to your cockdumb state and caressed your cheeks.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, sweetly.

“Yeah, Joel I’m amazing,” you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, threading your hand through his cropped hair.

The man’s breath hitched before he embraced you back, drawing circles on your back with the pad of his thumb.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“So damn cute,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.

“You really think so?” your heart swelled with joy at his compliment.

“I know so,” he said as you hid your smile in his chest.

“So when can we meet again?” you asked looking up at him as he looked down at you, his eyes soft and not serious like they usually are.

“Tomorrow Sarah is having her birthday party here and then Lily’s mom is taking em’ skating at the mall in the city so the house will be free,” he smirked as your cheeks heated up.

“I’ll be there,” you stood up, taking your purse and putting it over your shoulder.

“And tomorrow you’ll get your turn,” he said, winking.

You grinned at him before opening the front door and shutting it behind you.

You could not wait for tomorrow.

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now i wanna, be your dog

eddie munson x metalhead!fem!reader summary: five times Eddie knew that he was undeniable head over heels for the leather wearing hellcat that rode into his life and rattled him in his boots (and by boots i mean doodle littered converse). a/n: okok so i’ve seen plenty cheerleader x eddie munson fics but i’ve seen like ONE metalhead x eddie fic which is much needed. Im talking like motorcycle riding, eyeliner wearing, beer shotgunning, motley crue enjoying bad ass bitch that can outsmoke eddie like theres no tomorrow. So, i made one :) this is literally the fluffiest of fluff, a bucket of sexual tension, and smut thrown in a basket and tossed back at you with a pink ribbon. ❀ warnings: afab and she/her pronouns used, fluff, smut (number where smut occurs in bold) [riding, fingering, cum eating, pulling out] , drug use, under 21yo drinking, smoking (weed and cigarettes), cursing, y/n is said to wear heavy makeup, tiny little reference to blood, y/n is also said to have facial piercings. y/n is 18 here and in her senior year and Eddie is 19. ❀ poc friendly

Not responsible for your media consumption choices but preferably 16+ from here on down ;)

There was no doubt that from the second Eddie Munson laid his eyes on the new y/n y/l/n, she had him wrapped around her little ring covered finger.

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in the US we only have 3 genders. american beauty, american psycho, and american pie

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write your parents' relationship backstory like you're explaining it to a fandom blog.

i'll start: it's the accidental pregnancy trope but evil version

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i once believed love would be burning red, it’s golden

SUMMARY - your life with carol after she decided, to stay on earth, for once and for all - or in other words, soft sex

WARNINGS - 18+, smut, dom!carol, sub!reader, strap-ons (r receiving)

WORD COUNT - 2.2k+

A/N - couldn’t decide on writing this or dark carol first but i thought why not just lay out all of my soft fics first lol

Watching Carol leave for missions from the porch of your shared home never once became easier - in all honesty, it just seemed to get harder with every forced smile and bidding of goodbyes, promising to contact you as soon as possible. You never once let your act down when Carol was on earth, as it would make her departure all much heavier on the both of you, Because you knew if you really showed her how much her missions affected you she wouldn’t take it easy, and you also knew that she would never leave. You knew it was selfish, truly, not wanting Carol to leave, ever. But she had too.

Carol hardly showed it, but her missions also took a massive toll on her. She didn’t want to leave you, not ever, as sometimes she even thought of bringing you along with her. But it wasn’t as simple as that. You had the house to look after while she was gone, the bills to pay, and Goose. Goose never liked when Carol left, and you were in the same boat.

Maybe it was her strong arms you missed the most, the ones that you felt oh so safe in when she tucked you face into her chest and tightened her arms around your waist warmly, the way she would drape her arm over you shoulder and pull you away from any uncomfortable situation that you were too polite to leave yourself. Or maybe it was her small grin she expressed whenever she found the simplest things even remotely funny. Maybe it was just her in general. You weren’t sure.

Carol would always leave you with a bone crushing hug and the most passionate kiss, one you could still feel days after. This would always make her leaving even harder, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. After all, you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating Carol. Carol had changed immensely through the years that you knew her. You remember it all.

The first time you met was when you still lived at the compound, rushing outside when an unexpected ship had landed, held by your soon to be love of your whole, complicated life. She smiled at you from afar, and you were instantly infatuated. Carol stuck around after that.

She seemed to always check up on your whenever she got the chance, following you around like a little lost puppy, and well, you never minded. Carol seemed to crave your attention, though she would never admit it. The years flew by in a quick blur after your first kiss.

Thought she couldn’t stick around forever, even if you begged, and that was where you found yourself now, 7 years later- moping around with Goode snuggled on your lap, wishing for your lover to come home.

You missed the signature scent of hers that had slowly started to fade away from her old band shirts, and her worn out jumpers. You missed her strong she was, wishing she would just pick you up and throw you over her shoulder, which never failed to surprise you before. You wanted to be wrapped up in her strong arms like a blanket once again, with her peppering your face in soft kisses.

And come home she did, well, two weeks later. But that’s beside the point. Not even a second after you opened the door you were engulfed in her strong embrace, lifting you off the ground slightly. She was still in her Captain Marvel attire, the material of her heavy suit brushing against your bare arm. You muffled out incoherent words into her shoulder, and she just hummed lovingly.

“Missed you bug.” The nickname rolled of her tongue easily, a loving name you had both gotten quickly used to. She ducked her head, smiling into your shoulder before pulling away. Her body was abruptly pulled from yours and you felt like whining. Her hands situated themselves on each of your shoulders, propping you up as she pulled away, smiling at you in adoration.

“Hi.” You spoke dumbly. All you could do was blush and try to hide your face in her chest, but she stopped you. Her lithe fingers fiddled with loose strands of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“Hi.” You were unable to contain your grin, and neither was she. She swiftly shut the door behind her, pulling you in for a breathtaking kiss. Her hands took place on either side of your face, gently cupping your jaw and pulling you up against her chest.

“You and Goose have fun without me?”

“If fun is considered cleaning the whole house most days and luring Goose with treats for hugs, i guess you could say that.” Carol chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“You’re too good for me.” Carols hands hooked themselves under your thoughts, signalling for you too wrap your legs around her waist as she held you up with one hand, the other playing loosely with your hair as she leaded you up the stairs. Her strength never failed to amaze you.

Usually, whenever Carol came back from a mission, the rest of the day would be spent with you huddled in her strong embrace, a steaming coffee in one of her hands and your favourite movie playing in the background. You always got distracted by Carol, anyway.

But this time seemed different. Carol seemed more worked up than usual, with the way she hooked your legs around her waist and headed straight for the bedroom. She didn’t bother to lock the door behind her, and why would she? Sometimes you forgot that you weren’t living at the compound anymore. You loved your little cozy home with Carol, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, though the only downside was being alone when Carol went on missions, unlike the compound.

Carols hands flung you back to reality, with the way they cupped your face as she kissed the life out of you. “m’, missed you so bad, babe.” She nipped at your skin, for sure leaving strong marks that would reside for days - and when they faded, she would obviously be going over them again. It was a never-ending cycle. After all, Carol wanted the whole world to know you were hers.

“What’s got you so worked up?” You managed to mutter out throughout Carols strong and quick kisses.

“Fuck’, just needed you so badly this week.” She grunted when she swiftly removed, yours, well hers, shirt from your body, smiling at the thought of you wearing her clothes, before quickly going back to the task at hand.

“You were only wearing my shirt and nothing else? Naughty girl..” You nodded amongst the flush that had covered your face. In your favour, her shirt went all the way down past your thighs. She was still in her Captain Marvel attire, taking her sweet time to undress herself. She unzipped her suit, letting the heavy suit fall from her frame. It was only when she removed her arms, you saw the small bulge in her crotch area, yours eyes widened. Carol seemed to notice this, smirking cockily.

“Knew i wanted you writhing under me when i came back.” She stated like it was obvious, an answer to your un-asked question. Of course she would do something like that, you thought to yourself. And you loved her for it. She stepped out of her suit, and you had almost forgot how beautiful she was, though it was nearly impossible.

She picked you up like a rag doll, holding you with one hand as the other steadied herself against the headboard. She urged you to straddle her, and at first you were careful to hurtful, and she quickly had enough, harshly pulling your hips down against her own, pulling you flush against her chest.

Her strap rubbed against you clit and you tried to ignore it, whining quietly. She shushed you, urging you to look at her. When you did, she grinned smugly. She bounced her hips up for a moment, and pondered her choices. You knew she was teasing you on purpose, and you fucking hated it.

“I want you to ride me, baby.”

She was overly gentle with you as she manoeuvred you into a position that was comfortable for her, encouraging you to lift your hips. When you complied, she held her hefty strap in her nimble fingers, pushing it inside your entrance slowly.

She stopped and allowed you a breather, moving when you signalled it was okay. She nodded, and pushed her hips so it was fully pushed inside of you. You gasped sharply when she pulled out harshly, whining when she made no move to continue her previous actions. She only grinned smugly, resting one of her hands on the back of your waist. “What did i say, baby?”

You quickly understood what she wanted from you and bit your lip innocently, experimentally lifting your hips from hers before slamming back down. You stopped for a moment, allowing the feeling of being full to take over. You raised again slowly, dropping back down instantly, when Carol smacked your backside.

“I know you can do better than that, babygirl.” You muttered out a mix of inaudible pleas and her name, falling from your lips like a broken record stuck on replay, over and over again.

Her free hand bent down to run at your clit, with lithe fingers, and she quickly realised you were too succumbed in pleasure to continue your motions. So she took over control, for you.

“Fuck, fuck!” You whined as her hips slammed into yours at an alarming pace, and you found yourself gripping onto her shoulders tightly, leaving marks for days, ones Carol would admire in the mirror tomorrow and tease you for. It didn’t matter to you at the moment, though you would find yourself a blushing mess when she would decide to bring it up. That was a conversation for later.

You admired Carols strength. The way she could fuck into you so harsh and fast, with you still straddling her was hypnotising. She didn’t even break a sweat, she was practically invincible. Carol liked to bring her strength into everyday mundane tasks, and almost every-time would be used as a flex. Like that one time in the gym, when she urged you to straddle her as she did her hip thrusts, making you count each and every single one. That memory ending with her fucking your brains out on the gym floor. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way she fucked into you was so deliciously good, and you couldn’t get enough. Her thighs bounced you up and down, your breasts jumping wildly, pressed against her bare chest as you breathed heavily, biting your lip in an attempt to silence your sounds. You couldn’t hold them in anymore after a particularly strong thrust, and she smirked cockily.

“You close, baby? Fuckin’ come for me.” She urged, her thrusts getting sloppier as the end of her strap rubbed against her clit. Her voice was hoarse, deep, and so fucking sexy. One last thrust from her side and you were falling over the edge.

You orgasm came and went as a blur, Carol coaxing you softly and littering your face with sweet kisses. Seconds after she pulled out of you, allowing you to relax for a couple of minutes before leading you both to the bathroom with promises of a warm shower.

You were a tired mess when Carol coaxed you back into the bedroom, dressing you in her favourite jumper, once she knew you loved as it smelt like her, you caught yourself smiling at the thought of her going out of her way for you, snuggling further into her side and lifting the soft covers up further to your chin. Carol glanced down at you, and pondered her words for a second. She looked lost in thought.

“I was thinking,” she seemed serious when you flipped your head up to gaze at her lovingly, nervous that whatever she would say would seem too strange. Carol never really got this way, this nervous, unless something was truly bothering her.

“I was thinking my stay here could be permanent, no more out of Earth meetings, just me and you,” she paused to lock eyes with you. “And goose.”

You were shocked to say the least, Carol was never one to take breaks. In fact, half of her time was spent working on whatever, you didn’t even know, so this news came as a shock. “Oh?”

“Mhm. No more Fury for a while, no more interruptions, just us.” Her eyes portrayed worry, worry that you wouldn’t except her. But no, just just snuggled further into her side, bringing your face up to hers and resting your nose against hers.

“I’d like that. I’d really like that.” You smiled dumbly, just like every other time you were caught up in Carols gaze.

“I was hoping you’d say that. God, i fuckin’ love you so much.”

The rest of the night was spent with your affirmations of love, more kisses that anyone could count, or keep up with, and the night ending with you held tightly in her strong arms, head falling against hers.

Carol wanted everything to stay like this, forever.

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somebody get Chris Pine outta there lmao

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be careful about consuming media it might crawl inside your brain and be inside you forever

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shy!popular!reader sleeps with eddie after smoking with him (it was their first time smoking and they were scared to do it alone), eddie wakes up thinking it was a one time thing, but reader is all soft with him in the morning 🥺 (bonus of reader was a virgin and the weed gave them the confidence to make a move on eddie)

aaaaaa i love this!!! thank you for requesting 💕

18+ mdni. cw: oral (f receiving), breath play, overstimulation, fingering. slight angst, allusions to smut, virgin!reader, fluff, smoking.

his lighter flickers, igniting the small flame that lights up the end of his cigarette. a sizzling sound tickles his ears, and suddenly he misses your gentle laugh.

but he doesn't want to disturb you. not when you're clad in one of his blue öyster cult shirts, chest rising steadily as you swim in the ocean of slumber, eyelashes fluttering at the dream you run around in. you look peaceful, and you always have been.

eddie thinks of last night. when you'd knocked on his door, flustered and nervous. not because you're talking to eddie 'the freak' himself, but because you're friends had asked you to buy weed for the first time—using their repulsion for him as an excuse for their lack of courage.

you looked pretty. a gentle blush coating your cheeks, where he didn't know if it had been the small make-up ones, or the cold weather that nipped at your skin, or if you were just really shy despite the prominent reputation you (accidentally) harbored. eddie thinks he might have been hallucinating seeing you on his doorstep with nothing but stuttering words and a bashful smile.

do you sell the...thing? you asked. like the word 'weed' was taboo, especially with your conservative family who you worried was lurking around everytime you left your home. but he's amused. yes. he said. i do sell the thing.

but when you gave him the twenty dollars despite his protest ("new customers pay fifteen," lie. "especially when they're pretty girls," truth), you stood in the middle of his living room, frowning at the ziplock of the smelly marijuana, before you looked up at him with balky eyes and a twitching mouth that fears disappointment.

"do you wanna get high with me?"

he'd stopped dead on his tracks and fiddled with the fifteen dollars in his fingers. at first he thought you were joking, or it was some freudian slip, but you looked so eager with a curious glint in your eyes. and of course, with someone as pretty as you offering to get high with him, how could he say no?

you told him it was your first time (and it was also not the first time you told him that). that you wanted to know how it worked before you went back to your friends to spare yourself the embarrassment. eddie had gladly instructed you with a mischievous forethought. "put that in your mouth, sweetheart. ohh, that's it. then you suck— inhale, sorry. ah-ah-ah, keep it in. you feel it in your lungs? yeah, you can open your mouth now baby— holy shit..."

when the whites of your eyes had turned pink, mouth parted to let out the jokes you'd been afraid to tell your so-called-friends and you'd loosened up to the presence of notorious 'cult leader,' you'd slipped up the fact that your girlfriends kept on talking about virginities and sex and their ever loving boyfriends with semi-big cocks. and you so brazenly told him that, albeit you feel so revolted with the jocks you hang around with, that you'd been jealous to be the only one who's yet to be defiled.

and it's what's making eddie maudlinly reminisce last nights events behind the crooked cigarette.

how sweet your moans had been when he fucked you with his tongue and ring covered fingers; brought you your first orgasm that hadn't come from the pillow you humped. the taste of your sweet cum that still lingered on the tip of his tongue. then your tight, virgin cunt wrapped around his indelicate cock as he gently split you open with slow strokes that had you mewling at the feeling.

how the lewd sounds of your squelching sounds of your cum and your arousal that made both your thighs disgustingly sticky. and how blissful he felt spilling into the rubber as you cried beneath him.

it had been over too soon. but hey, at least you slept beside him on his bed without any judgement whatsoever, right?

he exhales the suffocating smoke of his cigarette and taps it thrice, letting the cold air that seeps through his ajar window nip at his bare chest that still had the red scratches of your nails on his opalescent skin. eddie hopes you sleep for a bit longer, just so he can stare at you without any worries whatsoever.

but much to his dismay, your breathing stutters and you slowly wake up. eddie's hand lowers from his mouth, watching you untuck your hands from beneath your head to cover your mouth as you yawn.

"well good morning, sleeping beauty,"

you blink, the tears of your yawn dampening your dried eyelashes and eyeballs. eddie smiles fondly, the faint scent of your bergamot perfume mixing in with his boyish musk of cheap cologne and dirt. he debates on keeping its scent like that; refusing to wash it just so he could smell you (non pervertingly).

"hi," you stretch an arm. "how long have you been awake?"

"a couple of minutes," he answers. "how'd you sleep?"

eddie lets his eyes wander to the tangled strands of your hair, thinks of how silky they'd been when he ran his fingers through your hair. how the rich scent of apples from whatever shampoo you used invaded his nostrils. he blushes.

"it was okay," you grunt. "i had, um, fun," you don't look at his eyes. you look at the intrepid tattoos. you're too nervous, embarrassed maybe. worried he didn't enjoy it as much as you did.

"you did?" there's a lilt of surprise in his voice; the bewilderment that sets his pitch just a bit higher that almost makes him choke on the smoke in his throat.

of course you did. eddie had been gentle. something you hadn't expected from his intimidating vogue. he was kind and patient, told you all the things you expected. and he made you feel safe—something those jocks had never made you feel when you were with them. you didn't think of running away, or sinking down in his couch to escape his intense stares, or sneak up to call the cops.

eddie made you feel free; his reverent fucking had buzzed a paroxysm of ecstasy that ensnared your senses and brought you to seventh heaven. he made you feel better than the weed you'd consumed, and the itch in your heart makes you crave for more of him.

"yeah," your voice of gentle susurration makes him smile. you eye the lit cigarette in his hand. "it was amazing,"

but his doubt gets the best of him. the last few women who he'd reduced as his stress-reliever fuck had always told him that they wanted to forget something ever happened. and if he were being honest, he felt the same way for them. but you were different. there's a small devil on his shoulder that whispered his insecurities in his ear, and eddie says, "look, um. about l-last night. you, um, we can just forget that all of those ever happened,"

you don't expect to be frowning early in the morning with something twisting your guts. "what? why?"

"because," eddie laughs sardonically, gesturing to himself. "you're you and i'm...eddie."

"and?"

his lips curl. "what do you mean 'and?'"

"so what if you're eddie?" you whisper, tugging on your fingers. suddenly eddie feels guilty, your bottom lip jutting out in disappointment and he wonders if you think it's your fault. (you do. but eddie knows it's not your fault)

"well. i mean it's not like we can talk in school, babe. your friends are gonna judge you-"

"i don't care," you furrow your eyebrows. "i don't judge them for dating jocks who are so stupid."

eddie twists, a hand tilting your head to look at him. the simple touch makes you forget what he said for a split second, the comfort of his thumb wiping any imaginary tears. "well, sweetheart, i'm not a jock. i'm-"

"don't say it," you snap, threatening him. "i really liked last night. and i- i'd like to do it again..." your eyes soften, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist. "...with you. obviously,"

his heart palpitates. a swarm of bats circling around his belly. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"well, for the record," he brushes the hair out of your face. "i really liked last night, too,"

you smile, and his temptations are fed.

for the first time, he kisses you. eddie kisses you with excitement buzzing in him; fervor burning with anticipation. he hadn't kissed you last night—something you've made an agreement with seeing as kissing was...passionate. but now he kisses you with a cigarette mouth and an eager tongue that invades your mouth when you moan slightly against him.

the taste of him sends heat down your core, dampening your panties. eddie quickly detaches himself to your lips and kisses down your neck, where he sees the light marks he'd left. he plants a kiss or two, a sacrilegious aid. with his cigarette balanced between his index and middle fingers, he uses the other to slither down beneath the sheets and cup your heat.

"christ," he grunts against your neck, swallowing your quieted moan. "wet already?"

"not my fault," you push the covers away, throwing it aside, almost falling off his bed and eddie slots himself between your legs, knees raising to dig on his waist. "you- you kiss like a wh-..."

eddie smiles in levity. "i kiss like a what, baby?"

you whine, eyes fluttering shut when he digs the heel of his palm on your clothed cunt, cheeks flaring in embarrassment. it's too vulgar, you think. but you're not in the place where your parents are, and you say, "like a w-whore."

he pushes your shirt up beneath your chest, his teeth biting softly at the small bow on your panties before he digs his nose right at the indent of your wet slit. you whimper, legs spread wide by the guidance of his hand. "mm. right. like i'm the one who's wet."

eddie pushes your panties to the side and wastes no time pressing the flat of his tongue on your dripping hole. you jolt, the sparks of sore sensitivity makes your eyes water. but he doesn't care—not when your hair shoots to clutch tightly on his hair, eliciting a baritone hum that vibrates against your blushing clit.

"o-oh! eddie,"

he puts the cig back on his wet lips, his tongue coating it with your slick and his saliva before he lets the nicotine evade his mouth. you pant, lifting your head to take a look, watching as he removes the cigarette that you greedily take from him.

salaciously, eddie blows the smoke onto your cunt. it was hot, a harsh kiss that mimicked the rigid waft of winter that caressed your skin. but it felt good—ticklish, but overwhelmingly good. and the smoke has barely withered into the air when he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it, gathering all your arousal into his mouth.

you moan, the heel of your palm pressing on the sweat at your forehead, the cigarette on your hand still burning and waiting. eddie chuckles. "you liked that, didn't you?"

"yeah," you place the cigarette in your mouth, just when he fucked his fingers in. you almost choke, plucking it out to cough the smoke and bring forth a croaked moan. "jesus!"

you give up and toss the cigarette on his ashtray beside the bed, seeing no use anymore.

but his strokes are gentle, his fingertips pressing on your velvety walls, scissoring them slowly before he parts them and spreads you open. your hand is tight around his tangled curls, admiring the thick muscle of his pink tongue flicking at your clit.

"god, baby, you taste amazing," his own eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock hard and straining but it's not what he's focused on right now.

you taste like nectar found from the waterfalls of heaven, after he'd climbed back up from the pits of hell. the nicotine on his tongue made everything better, letting you drip onto his mouth before he swallows it all up.

"e-eddie," you cry. "i'm gonna cum,"

"cum then," he nips at your folds. "be good and cum on my face, honey,"

and everything felt like you're in an abyss of deathless pleasure. the sensitivity from last night twists the coil tighter, and eddie's fingers move faster. the squelching sound of your arousal glinting brightly around his knuckles, so much that it had almost been a mirror for you to use. he sucks and laps at your folds, prodding his nose at the hood of your clit, until you explode and cum on his face.

your legs fall to the bed, catching your breath as eddie plucks his fingers out on a wet slosh, putting it back in his mouth to suck your juices out of his limbs. you smile lazily in the afterglow of your morning orgasm, and eddie can't help himself but lean down and capture his lips with yours.

"had fun up here?" he cocks a brow, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, his damp fingers lacing around yours.

you suck your cheeks in and offer him a shy smile. "i'm definitely gonna come back here later,"

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