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EDDIE MUNSON X FEM! INNOCENT CATHOLIC READER

REMINDER THAT IF YOU FEEL YOU COULD GET OFFENDED BY THIS POST THERE IS NO NEED TO READ IT! I WOULD HATE TO MAKE ANY OF YOU THINK THAT THAT WAS THE INTENTION OF IT WHEN IT TRULLY ISN'T, I DEEPLY RESPECT ALL TYPES OF RELIGIONS! <3

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Synopsis;; you didn't know what was happening with you, only that you wanted to dance with the devil under the name of Eddie Munson.

inspired by amazing writers such as @eddiemunsonhotgf and @dinodinodin0 ♡

CW;; references to the bible and church (also, eddie is not a believer and talks about his sinning and also is harsh about god, AGAIN DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY PLEASE), mocking of god, cursing, drug use, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, p in v sex, masturbation, dacryphilia, worshipping kink, god kink, overstimulation, a little bit of perv!Eddie, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

(this actually got a little bit out of hand…)

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

Word count;; 9k

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“Pray to me. Worship me.”

To be honest, Eddie gave a absolute and incredibly huge fuck about ‘the above’. If there were rules any supposed God had put on a silly book then there was him to break every and each one of them.

It was easy really, look.

“Thou shalt not steal.”

Jesus, what the hell? And literally speaking. Come on, he was not really gonna die from lightning if he borrowed a couple of rings from the punk store, was he?

2. “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife.”

I mean… More than one mother he has already fucked, so there was that…

3. “Thou shalt not commit adultery.”

… Yeah…

4. “Thou shall not take the name of thy God in vain.”

God could suck his cock, honestly.

5. “Honor thy father and mother.”

Say what now? Didn’t knew her. And him? He could suck his cock too.

6. “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.”

Oh yeah, sure. No lies, blah, blah, sin!, blah, blah. He was always lying (justifiable). Even to himself, for fucks sake! If you went and asked him if he wanted to fuck you, will he say yes? Well, that was not a great example, but y’all get the point.

7. “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s goods.”

Would you count as one of your father’s goods? ‘Cause if that’s the case… He couldn’t really help himself. He was going to make you his any way or the other.

8. “Thou shalt not kill.”

Well, except for that. He really hadn’t done that…

Well, as he was saying…

9. “Remember to keep holy the Sabbath day.”

With how you looked in that tiny little navy skirt and the way your tits pushed against your white catholic highschool shirt? He didn’t think he would be able to keep holy even in a normal day.

And lastly…

10. “I am the Lord thy God, thou shalt not have any gods before Me.”

Oh, but he had one. You.

You were this kind of fucking angel sent from heaven. With your beautiful and silky hair falling to your back in waves, the prettiest and shiny eyes he had ever seen and rosy fully glossed lips that parted to sing along with the church’s choir. With that wonderful body of yours that he would absolutely go down on his knees to worship, you and those curves, ass and thighs that he so has dreamed of making a mess of with his lips.

You had the sweetest voice and personality he has ever known, always so caring, so giving and so sensitive… Oh god, his cock pushed against his black jeans every single time a tear would cascade down your cheeks when you volunteered for those in need, too overwhelmed as you prayed for them.

He wanted so bad for you to pray for him instead, down on your knees, with those pretty lips…

He was no catholic, he never was. But for you? Jesus, he would even enroll in one of those goddamn religious schools, cut his hair and go around like a goddamn prep church boy spreading God’s word if that meant he could stay as close to you as he could.

You had noticed, of course. Who wouldn’t? He was the black sheep amongst all those white ones as the pastor went on and on towards the end of the mass. He was there every Sunday, just to see you. And sooner or later your eyes had drifted to the end of the room and met his. He felt as if he could die a happy man there, when you gave him a sweet smile before getting back to praying.

To your eyes he seemed… Different. Different than any other boy you had ever met. What was comprensible since you were always surrounded by your very well mannered and stiff classmates. If any of them were there, they would probably start saying something about how people like him would end up being abandoned by god and in hell.

You could almost hear them and your father to stay away from his kind when the priest announced that all of you shall receive communion bread from your neighbor. You didn’t know why, but before noticing, you were drifting away from the crowd and towards the back with one of the hosts in your hands, towards him.

His eyebrows rose when he noticed that you were approaching him, no one had before. So he felt clumsy as he stood up from the wood bench in which he had been sitting for the last one and a half hours.

Your eyes met his when you were close enough, and he simply stared at you, at your soft skin, long lashes and cute nose. He was taken back when your hands rose from below and towards his lips. Your cheeks were pink and your eyes darted towards one of the angels carved in the wood walls. He then understood what was going on when he noticed the little bread medallion on your fingers. Fuck, he hadn’t done the communion, so was he not supposed to eat that?

His eyes went back to your expecting face, who was now looking at his indecisive one, attentive.

Fuck it.

He thought as he leaned down and took it with his tongue. You felt your face redden when his bottom lip brush against your finger tips, his brown eyes closing as he leaned back tall, looking down at you with a smirk.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” you slightly jumped on your spot. His voice was so… You couldn’t even describe it with words. What it did to you, how your whole body seemed to have been set on fire and your hands trembled as you nodded, unable to even speak up.

You both stared at each other for what it seemed to be hours on end before you could recompose yourself and turn around to head back to your sit on the front. You were flushed, and you softly slapped your cheeks to focus. And you tried, you really tried, and yet, there you were, sneaking peeks to the metal head every now and then just to find out that he was already staring at you, making you stupidly blush every single time.

Oh yeah, Eddie loved mass now.

The best day of the week was Sunday. No discussion. Maybe a common teenager would actually prefer Friday, but Sunday was the only day of the week he actually got to see you, so that’s that. He could understand his uncle’s confused gaze every weekend when he would tell him he was going to church, but it was fun anyways. He could even see smoke coming out of his ears trying yo understand why him would be going to mass every week.

But oh, well. Anything to get a glimpse of you.

He couldn’t understand it either. It was like an obsession, taking out the stalking shit. He just couldn’t get enough of you and your discreet peeks at him, of how every time you would come to him in mass when the host had to be given and of how you always seemed to blush around him. It was instantaneous, the connection.

Maybe it was true that opposites attract. But he couldn’t focus on that at the moment, his whole being was focused on you.

It was late at night and mass had just finished, everyone was saying their goodbyes at the doors and outside, going to ride back to their homes.

By now, he knew that you always stayed inside for a little bit more, maybe to help the pastor, or pray just one last time before leaving, who knows? He would just wait for you, anyways, blunt on hand and eyes on the wood doors.

The smoke burned his throat as he dragged a new hit from it, and the cold night’s air was hitting his face and blowing his curly hair. The sky was full of stars, but the only sight he would die for was you.

You shivered as you stepped out of the church, waving a goodbye to the pastor with one of your sweets smiles, which disappeared rather quickly when the cold air hit your bare skin. Your uniform was really not made for winter-like nights, and the thin sweatshirt that you had brought with you even less. You groaned when you remembered that today neither of your parents could come pick you up and that you had to walk back home. Good thing was that you lived nearby so it wouldn’t take you long.

You smiled to a few of the families that said their goodbyes, your eyes strolling though the plaza ‘till they met the more wooded part of it and at the same time, a pair of brown ones that stared at you, glistening under the fire of the blunt in between those soft lips that touched your fingers every Sunday. Your cheeks went hot pretty quickly as you looked the other way, your steps not waiting to start moving towards the street, but you stopped halfway, something inside you tugging the other way around. You fisted your hands and squeezed your eyes shut as you stood there, indecisive but knowing damn well what you wanted. Eddie’s eyebrows rose, awaiting for your next move as he stared at your back and silk hair. Surprise filled his factions when you turned around in just a mere second, starting to walk towards him still with your eyes closed shut. As if that would help you…

Cute.

He had to bit down a smile, still looking away and leaning in the tree on his side side while getting a new drag as you closed the distance.

He stared at you when you had finally come to meet him, your eyes darting away from him just to go back in less than a few seconds. He fought the urge to smile once again when he saw you try and say something, struggling to find a way how to start.

He was so close… So close that you could smell the earthy smoke —not truly knowing what it was—that surrounded him and his stupidly addictive cologne. Okay, breathe. You can do this. You can do this.

“Hi.” you stuttered, looking up at him since he was a few inches taller than you.

He smirked as he hit the blunt one more time before temporarily turning it off since he wouldn’t want you to be around the smoke.

“Hi, sweetheart.” he calmly said, slowly blowing off the smoke away from you, saving the rest of his blunt in his pocket. His mind was the complete opposite of his appearance, it was a mess. Holy shit, you were so close. And, fuck, you were talking to him. For the first time ever. This was a fucking dream.

Your cheeks burned when you heard the little nickname, a shy smile pursing your lips. Your brain was probably burning now due to all the thinking you were doing, trying to think about something to say to him. Hell, this was hard. “I saw you on mass.” you muttered, wanting to really kick yourself due to the stupidness that you’ve said. That was something he already knew.

Eddie smiled, giving you a chuckle that made your heart skip a beat. God you were so beautiful… “I know, I saw you too, gorgeous.” And he was high. What only made his infatuation worse. “Are you not going home? No one coming to get you?” he inquired you.

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna walk the way back, my parents couldn’t come today.” you smiled to what he frowned.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he inquired back, chuckling a little bit. “Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t walk alone at night, doll.”

You froze when one of his hands reached to brush back your locks from your face, making your stomach turn.

“We wouldn’t want any bad guy hurting you, would we?” you shook your head in response, to what he hummed. “That’s right… So, why don’t you let me take you home, sweetheart?” he offered you, cautious to not come out as a creep or something like that. He really wanted you to get home safe though.

“Would that be okay?” you inquired, making him smile.

“Of course, gorgeous.” he frowned when he saw you shiver, quickly getting rid of his jacked to hand it to you. “Take this too, I’m sure you are freezing with that uniform on.” you blushed when his eyes scanned your bare legs, your soft hands bumping against his more tougher ones when you muttered a little ‘thanks’ and pushed the warm vest on your shoulders. You felt like drowning, not only because it was absolutely huge on you, but because it smelled like him. With that woody string that you couldn’t really put your finger on.

He mouthed a ‘fuck’ when he saw you on his jacket, your innocent eyes staring at him as you melted on the denim. You looked so beautiful that it made a boner start to grow on his pants. But he pushed the dirty thoughts that filled his mind to the back of it and pressed his palm on your lower back. “Let’s go, beautiful.” he smiled at you as you both walked towards his van, which’s door he opened for you before getting on the driver’s seat and starting the car. Music filled your ears when the radio got turned on, only a whisper to your ears as you were so focused on the way his veiny and big hands gripped the wheel and manhandled it to start driving away.

He made sure you had your seatbelt on, but really didn’t mind to even put his on before getting to the road.

“Where to, sweetheart?” he inquired you, turning down the music a little bit as his eyes quickly found yours, nodding when you gave him your direction.

You both were silent during the drive, not an awkward kind of it, though, more like a warm one. Your eyes wandered around the messy van, which was filled with metal tapes, some beer cans, cigarettes that had stumbled out of the ashtray and notebooks and book on the backseats, which were clearly from D&D.

“You play the guitar?” you inquired when you noticed one red pick hanging from his neck, something you hadn’t been able to see since it has been hidden under his jacket.

He smiled at your question, his body shaking slightly when you leaned over him and picked the pick in between your fingers. The design was really beautiful. “I do, actually, I’m even on a band.” your eyes widened.

“Really? What’s its name?”

“Corroded Coffin.” you nodded. “We play at the Hideout from time to time.”

“How cool, I’ve never met someone who played the electric guitar, on my school they’re forbidden. They only teach us how to play the piano.” you sighed.

“Well, If you liked I could play for you sometime.” you seemed exited at his offer.

“I would love that! I’m sure you’re amazing.” he felt himself slightly blushing, looking at you with a little grin before shrugging.

“I guess I’m good with my fingers.” he chuckled when you only smiled wider, pretty shiny eyes shining under the moonlight and completely oblivious of the lustful meaning of his words. What an innocent girl. “Okay, how about I play for you…, If you play for me too? What do you say, hm?” he said, pulling over in front of your house and stopping the car to turn to look at you. “Do we have a deal, gorgeous?” he inquired while offering you one of his hands on a shake.

You bit your bottom lip anxiously. “Okay.” you muttered, talking his hand in between yours, amazed by how his rough fingertips stayed warm even in the coldest of nights and just how long his fingers were compared to yours. A lightning went down though your whole body when his free hand reached your face, thumb pressing against your bottom lip as his eyes took in just how perfectly sinful they seemed. He dreamed of someday tasting them, breaking them with his teeth.

“I can’t wait.” he whispered, your doe eyes staring into his when he flashed you a smile and pulled away. “Now, get home safe, gorgeous. Don’t keep your parents waiting.” you nodded, following his orders and getting off of the van, not before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, a shy giggle falling off your lips.

“Thank you for taking me home. I’ll see you next Sunday!” you waved goodbye as you walked towards your door, cheeks flushed and a big smile.

He gave you a wave just as you closed the front door behind your back, his raised hand pressing against the tingling skin of his cheek, where your lips had rested.

She’ll be the death of me…

He thought as he stared his van once again.

And that was just the start of everything.

You and Eddie became close pretty quickly. Was he the best influence? Absolutely not, since he had found a way to take you to the last church’s bench just to keep you giggling and blushing all the way through mass.

He had even introduced you to his friends. They were really cool…, different. There was this little genius named Dustin, who along with his friends always played D&D Friday afternoons, Steve and Robin, who worked on the Film Store and were always discussing the best films of history, and Nancy, the sweetest yet fearless girl you had ever met. At first you felt like an intruder, but they seemed to like you as much as you liked them, since they started to invite you to your hangouts and always ask Eddie about you when they had the chance.

Your parents were surprised, if not astonished, at first when they met Eddie and your group. They were so used to those prude bible lover classmates of yours that it was a shock for them. But once they saw just how happy it all made you, they decided that they’d accept it only if you continued with your bible studies and went to church every Sunday, what you obviously weren’t planning on stop doing.

Something forbidden though, was having boys at home, even more in your room.

But the first time that Eddie knocked on your window a Friday night it all want to… well, Hell.

You were laying on your bed after having had a long bath and fully clothed on your flared night dress, reading a little bit of one of the books that Eddie had lended you: Lord of the Rings. He said that once you had finished the first one he would give you the second. You would lie if you said you understood something, if not anything. But you weren’t that far on the book yet, so maybe you just had to give it time. You were lost on the inked papers when suddenly someone knocked at your window, startling you. With widened eyes you turned just to see a smiling metal head waving at you and pointing at the window lock with a little smile. You quickly closed the book and walked towards it, unlocking it just to see the curly haired get in without making a sound.

“Eddie?” you clasped over your mouth when you found yourself speaking too loud, whispering when your lips parted once again. “What are you doing here!?”

“Just wanted to see you, gorgeous. Is that a sin?” he mocked you, wandering around your bedroom and taking every single detail in as you hurriedly closed and locked your door.

Eddie found himself mesmerized by your room, it was a complete opposite of his: clean, organized, pink…

You grasped away from his hands one of your teddy bears that he had took to inspect, his brown eyes back on you.

“You know you can’t be here! What if my parents found out?” he hushed you with a soft smile on his lips, hands on your shoulders.

“They won’t. I promise, alright? I parked the van one block down your neighborhood, they won’t even suspect. Never saw me climb in too, so we’re safe.” you seemed relieved, falling on your bed and him following, sitting on his book and pulling it off under him just to smile and look at you. “You’re reading it!” you looked at him.

“Well yeah, at least I’m trying. Everything is so confusing…” he let out a little chuckle.

“You know that if you need my help you just want to ask me, sweetheart. I can explain to you the lore in less than thirty minutes from all the times that I’ve read the saga.”

You giggled when he bumped the book on your head, making him let out a soft laughter too before he would make you blush —like always— by complimenting just how beautiful you looked that night.

Even though you always feared him getting caught by one of your parents every single time he sneaked in and, getting you grounded, with every new secret visit, that fear slowly disappeared.

Eddie made you feel good, and safe. He always talked to you about his day, giving you as much details as he could just so you could feel how being a Hawkins High student felt like. Of course, he took out Jason’s bullying and how everyone thought of him as a freak in fear you’d end up thinking about him the same way they thought about him, which was stupid, since you adored Eddie.

He was always the sweetest, always taking care of you, making sure you were warm every night after church, comfortable on his van’s seat… Making sure you had something to eat, trying his best to make you feel like the most important thing in the whole world… It made your heart beat pretty quickly when he would take your hand when you walked down the streets, making you go on the inside part and telling you to be careful with the rain poodles in case you’d go and slip.

He always let you hide on his chest when you watched scary movies with him on his trailer, and gave you his shirt and sweats —which were too big for you— to sleep if you ever decided to spend the night. He even lent you his bed and slept on the couch. He was a gentleman.

Or that’s what he wanted you to think. ‘Cause he really was no saint. He had to fought a boner every time you’d sleep over, or fall asleep on his chest after a long movie night, or ignore the way your tongue swirled around an ice cream, or how your tits bounced while running for him and pressed against his chest, or fight the urge to touch when while reading your little cotton panties would show under your night gown, or when your skirt would rile up a little bit too much exposing your perfect thighs… Fuck. He had had to go to the bathroom multiple times to masturbate and get it over with or else he would feel like going crazy.

He wanted you, really wanted you. Wanted to make you choke on his dick, to touch you over your panties in the last church’s bench while the mass went on, make you grind on him in the confessional, he wanted to hear you moan in his ear as he pounded in you in Steve’s bathroom while the others watched a movie downstairs, he wanted to mark your neck just so you would struggle to hide them from your catholic little teacher and friends. God, he was the devil, and you were that pretty little angel that he so wanted to corrupt all for himself.

He had dreamed about you, crying while being too cock drunk, begging for him to fuck you harder. He would wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air and with cum in his underwear when he once dreamed about you calling him your god.

He felt sick. He was sick. Sick for wanting to hurt you, to cuff you to his bed as he ate you out over and over again ‘till you couldn’t cum anymore, for taking a knife and cutting his initials on your flesh only to lick clean the wound and then let you taste it on his lips, he wanted to fill you up with his cum and watch it drip out of your tight little cunt just to get hard again and fuck you one more time. He wanted to spank you so you wouldn’t be able to sit on your chair next morning, he wanted to choke you and hear your whimpers as he fucked you stupid.

He had even stolen your used panties from the dirty laundry once that he had sneaked on your bathroom under the excuse to pee, just to fuck his fist —once he was back in his trailer— with them and lick the crotch as he pleasured himself while fantasizing about it being your pussy instead. He had even risked waking you up while masturbating next to you in your slumber, for fucks sakes!

He wanted to hear you scream his name so bad… Hear you beg for him to do anything he wanted to you, to fill you up, to break you, to…

“Eddie?” you sweet voice filled his ears, pulling him away from his train of thought. You two were alone for the night in your house, your parents having gone away on a trip due to work and leaving you all alone, to what you’ve asked Eddie if he could stay with you since you were scared. After a couple of minutes, he was knocking on your door with all types of movies and snacks. And there you were, in your room, under the dim light of your lamp and the television, which played ‘The Exorcist’.

It was not the first night the two of you had spent alone in your room, he had slept over each time your parents were away just to keep you company and hugged you ‘till you had fallen asleep. But something was wrong that night. Well, you had been feeling kind of strange for a while now.

It all started a couple of weeks ago where one of your friends had come to school with flushed cheeks and a scarf around her neck, which was strange since it was not that cold yet. It was not ‘till recess when she had told you all about it and taken of her scarf to show her little secret. She was full of hickeys, something you’ve learned not too long ago. You didn’t understand what had happened ‘till she whispered about the weekend he had spend with his boyfriend on her house, while his parents were away for vacation. She had given all of you clear details about how she had gotten those and how his boyfriend had —and you quoted— wrecked the shit out of her. Even though you were quite lost, you knew that whatever she had done was a sin, since they were out of marriage. But when you told her so she just went and told you ‘As if you didn’t have a boy that you’d like to fuck too.’ Your eyes had widened at her words, cheeks flushing and confusion settling on your head when suddenly Eddie’s face came to your mind.

That day, you spent the whole school time thinking about it, fire on your stomach when suddenly you’d imagined yourself with your neck full of bruises just like your friends but this time being Eddie the one that had sucked them on you. Was then when you started feeling strange, your whole body flushing and a really uncomfortable tingle in your lower parts that had you awkwardly brushing against your chair from time to time, what only made it worse.

You thought it had gone away, but then you had met Eddie the next day in church and that feeling had come back to haunt you, worsening with the little strokes that his fingertips gave to the thigh where his hand rested. You had tried and praying it away, too embarrassed to even think about what that exactly meant and trying to erase your friend’s words out of your head.

Although everything went down hill when you woke up one night startled and with slick in your panties due to a very indecent dream you had had. You didn’t understood why, but you had taken the teddy bear that Eddie was always messing with and pushed it in between your thighs in hopes that it would stop that tingly feeling that so crazy was driving you, only to find yourself pushing against it when you felt good… Really good even. Even more when you went ahead and went though your dream one more time. It was Eddie, slowly kissing your neck, skin glistening due to his tongue and little open mouthed kissed and bites that he had given you, and not really knowing how, that same mouth had ended up finding its way in between your thighs and buried himself there. But you got scared as your stomach tightened and pushed it away, gasping for air with tears in your eyes as you grasped tightly your rosary in between your fingers and prayed and prayed over and over again. Although the pain never left.

You couldn’t even look at Eddie’s face due to the embarrassment that night after church, and prayed the whole day after that, scared that some demon had come to hurt you on your sleep.

What would Eddie think of you? What would God think about you?

You had tried everything. Everything to push it away, to forget about it.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he was drawing little circles on your bare thighs, your head against his shoulder and chest, your arms around his waist.

Yet there was it, that stupid feeling once again, making you all flushed and wet down there due to just a pair of simple touches from your best friend.

“Can you… Can you please stop touching me?” you inquired him with a soft and hurt voice, trying really hard not to brush yourself against your bed sheets for that relief you had felt once with your plush. No. It’s wrong. It’s wrong…

He seemed surprised at first at your words, but quickly pulled his hand away from your skin, worry on his voice. “I’m sorry, gorgeous, was I making you feel uncomfortable?”

Surprisingly enough, you whined when you felt the urge to ask him to touch you again, feeling so overwhelmed and frustrated and scared that tears started to form on your eyes. Eddie’s widened when he heard your little gasps and hiccups, being quick to stop the movie and turn to you, his eyes finding your teary ones.

“Hey…” his voice was filled with sadness as his hands cupped your rosy cheeks, his eyebrows turned and face worried. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?” his thumbs swayed the tears away as you cried, shattering his heart.

“I— I don’t feel good.” you muttered, making him worry even more.

“Why? Are you feeling sick? Does it hurt somewhere?” you nodded, crying even harder, your hands fisting his shirt. “Where? Where does it hurt?” he inquired you but you simply shook your head.

“I can’t… I can’t tell you.” and you truly couldn’t, what would Eddie think of you? He would hate you! He would leave you alone and then you two wouldn’t be friends anymore.

He looked so concerned he seemed pale. “Tell me where it hurts, baby, please?” he inquired and you only buried your face on his neck. “Please baby, please?”

You hid even more before you could mumble something his ears didn’t catch, your breath on his skin making him slightly shiver.

New tears damped his tee as you cried on his neck, him not truly understanding, taking your face in between his hands once more and away from his neck to try and understand as he tried to push away that lingering pleasure of seeing your tears.

“I don’t understand, sweetheart. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just… I just can’t make it stop!” you frustratedly whimpered, your thighs pushing together.

“What is it, gorgeous? You know you can always tell me anything, I’m here for you, okay? I’m here for you.” he promised, giving you a slight kiss on your forehead.

“It hurts very bad, Eddie.” and when he softly asked you again where you muttered a “Down… Down there.” your pretty voice came out as a whisper, but he was still able to hear it, his eyes drifting to your legs, which pressed tightly against the other.

“Down there, baby?” you nodded.

“It feels hot and hurts when you touch me and I can’t make it stop. I’m sorry, I’m veryveryvery sorry Eddie, please don’t be mad, please?” you begged him, his heart skipping a beat when you confirmed his guessing.

You were… You were, fuck.

“I’m not mad, doll.” he gave you a sweet smile as he pushed the last few tears away from your cheeks.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” he nodded, gulping hard when you squirmed under his touch once one of his hands had found his way to your thighs. “But I need to you show me where it hurts, okay sweetheart? I don’t really know what you mean.” he said, rubbing circles on your warm skin.

Oh, he knew what you meant. He perfectly knew. But it was too good to be true. You? Hot and bothered because of him? God was really playing with him right now, right? This couldn’t be…

“Can you do that for me, hm?” you nodded when his soft voice reached you, your own shaky little hand taking his just to push your thighs apart and slowly start to drag it inwards, a sigh scaping your lips.

This was one of those goddamn dreams, it had to be. It had to… Jesus H Crisht.

“There.” you stuttered when his palm was fully cupping your clothed cunt, the warmth and wetness in your panties making him moan.

“Is there where it hurts, baby?” you nodded, your eyes closing as your teeth captured your bottom lip. “Since when does it hurt, hm?” he inquired, trying really hard to stay still and not push those goddamn beautiful panties away to push his fingers roughly inside you and make you scream.

“Since a couple of days.” ‘Since the dream’. You wanted to add.

“My poor baby, all frustrated and bothered. You must have really had a bad time…” you nodded, almost crying once again, when his other hand cupped your wet and warm cheek, his lips on your ear as he whispered. “I know what’s wrong with you.”

“You know?” you inquired, your voice holding a little bit of hope in all that list that you really couldn’t understand.

“Mmh, mmh.” he muttered, thumb pressing against your bottom lip, eyes on it as his tongue dampened his own. “It happens to me too… All the time. But only when I’m with you.” you gasped at his words, quivering when his minty breath hit your face. “I know how to make it feel better. Do you want me to make it feel better, gorgeous?” you quickly nodded, your hips bucking towards his hand when his fingertips slowly and softly made its way down your slit, still not pressing into your wet folds.

“Yes please, Eddie. Please.” you begged, making him grin at your broken pleads, even more when your head fell backwards and you moaned when his touch became rougher, his body moving ‘till he now rested behind you, your back against his chest.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, his fingers touching your clit over your pink panties. You nodded. “Words, gorgeous. Use your words.” his index pressed harder and you whined, your fingers fisting the floral sheets under you.

“Yes. Yes. Feels… Feels good, Eddie.” you found a way to babble out, too out of it.

“Look at you, I’m only touching you over your panties and you are already like this.” he chuckled. “Such a good dirty girl.” you whimpered at his words, hips pushing against his touch, shaking when his lips found your neck. “Why don’t you be good for me and get rid of your panties, mh?”

You were quick to push them down your thighs, your slick forming a thick string in between the cotton and your cunt that made Eddie groan, dick fully hard underneath his jeans.

“Good girl.” he praised you, his hand going back in between your thighs, taking your breath away. “Does that feel better now?” you nodded, incredibly overwhelmed by the difference that it was having him touching you under you clothes then above. Hell, if you had been close to cumming with just your teddy bear, you were now seconds away from bursting. “I bet it does. So pretty.” his middle finger pressed against your entrance, circling it and making you moan his name.

“Eddie.” he groaned when it fell from your lips, your nails digging on his thighs as you pulsed against his fingertips. “More.” you didn’t truly know what you were asking for, but the words came on it’s own as you whimpered, pushing against his finger.

“Does my pretty girl want more?” you answered with a plead ‘yes, please’. “Then open up for me a little bit more, baby.” he said against your neck, sucking slightly on your skin and making you moan as your thighs parted to their limits. “That’s it.” you cried out when his finger slowly pushed against the ring of muscles, sinking in when it gave out.

“Eddie…” you whimpered, the strange feeling of his finger inside of, you slowly pulling backwards just to push back in once again, making your head spin, the wet sounds of your pussy receiving his digits making him lose his mind.

“Fuck.” he groaned, his hard dick pushing against your lower back. He was so hard he swore he could cum just with your whimpers and moans. “That’s it baby, you’re being so good…” your nails dug harder on his thighs when he tried his luck by pushing another finger in, this one stinging but not for long since his thumb pressed against your clit and his two fingers curved to hit your g spot.

You then became a mumbling mess, begging for that feeling again, for more from him and crying and moaning his name over and over again.

You were feeling once again that strange and overwhelming pressure in your lower stomach. And he knew, since your walls were tightening around his fingers, that you were close. Close to the best feeling that you had yet to know.

“Eddie, I…”

“You close, gorgeous? Gonna cum all over my fingers?” he muttered against the skin of your neck. “Gonna scream my name as you cum, hm?”

You didn’t know what it was, but you were so close, so close.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me have it.” and with a last breath you broke down in cries and high pitched moans, his name falling off your lips as the best thing you had ever experienced hit you. It was warm, and so intense that it made you lose focus of your surroundings, making you go blind as Eddie groaned in your neck, biting down on your soft skin. “Atta girl.” you whimpered as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm, your thighs twitching and tears in your eyes as your walls fluttered around his rough and thick fingers. “Fuck baby, that was so hot.”

You gasped for air as you came down, your head against his shoulder and entrance twitching when his cum covered fingers left you and found its way to his mouth, licking them clean and tasting you with a hum.

You whined at the sight, making him smirk. “What is it, want a taste sweetheart?” you nodded, half-lided eyes shining with pleasure. “Then open your mouth for me.” you did so as he turned your face with one of his hands just to lean on you, his tongue sloppy but hungry in your mouth and his free hand groped one of your breasts, making you moan.

It was your first kiss, and even if you had imagined it a thousand times how it would be before, it was definitely not like that. It was messy, and hot, and really difficult to follow. That’s why you found yourself pulling him back in from his neck, wanting more of his lips on yours and your taste in his mouth. But he just wouldn’t give it to you, chuckling mere inches from your face making you whine.

“Nuh-uh, that’s not how we ask for things, beautiful.”

“Please, Eddie…” you whispered against his lips, his thumb pulling on your bottom lip ‘till your mouth was open for him once again.

“Stick your tongue out.” he ordered, and you followed, moaning when he leaned in once again, his tongue bruising your own and making your eyes roll when his free hand snuck back to your thighs, this time ascending to your tummy, all the way up ‘till his fingertips bumped against your under boobs. “Fuck, you are not wearing a bra, baby?” you shook your head, his dick twitching against your back, but later against your thighs once he had pushed you on your back and quickly topped you. “Such a tease…” he mumbled against the skin on your neck, giving you a harsh bite that made you cry and pushed him flush against you, his hands taking a hold on your pretty tits under your shirt, your nipples hard and begging to be touched.

“Eddie, please… Kiss me, please.” you pleaded for him to go back to your lips, to your tongue, intoxicated by his touch, his words and his hard dick pressing against your skin. You so wanted to be touched again, to be relieved from that pain that once again grew in between your thighs.

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and letting out a hurt whimper when he pinched and pulled your nipples, leaving that tingle and warmth spread on your skin. “Cant hear you baby.”

“I want it, please, please, please…” your hips pushed against his when he found his way in between your legs, wet pussy against the rough denim of his crotch. “Please, Eddie, it hurts.” new tears came to your eyes, moaning over and over again when he started to dry hump against you, rubbing your sensitive clit and making you see stars.

“Such a greedy little bitch.” you cried out at his words, all that sweet talk leaving him when his palm hardly fell on the flesh of your thigh, making your body jolt. “Gave you my fingers and yet you don’t find it enough?” the next slap made you push harder against his cock, making him groan in your chest as he snapped the buttons of your shirt just to let his tongue freely lap at your tits, biting and sucking hardly on your skin, leaving beautiful marks behind.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried, one of your hands instantly going to take a hold on the little cross that dangled from your neck, something you did as you prayed and in times where you felt like giving into sin.

“You gonna pray, whore? Gonna pray to god while I fuck you?” he inquired, his grip on your wrists as he pushed your hands away from your necklace and over your head. You moaned when the denim brushed over your cunt once again, it dampening due to how wet you were. “He’s not the one making you feel better, sweetheart. You should be praying to me. It’s me who you should be begging and for which you’d go down on your knees, don’t you think, hm?” you nodded even though the grip on your wrists pained you and his teeth harshly dug on the skin of your neck, ‘cause it felt so good, better than anything you’ve experienced before. “What a dirty slut, giving in to me just so I make you cum, isn’t that right? Say it. Say you want me to make you cum all over my cock.” your body grew on goosebumps to his orders, you babbling and trying to make sense of the words who left your lips, receiving a harsh slap when you could find a way to pull them in order. “Come on, sweetheart, I know you want it. You want me to make you feel good again, right? You want to make me feel good?” you quickly nodded, eyes closed as he dry humped against your aching cunt. You no longer wanted his fingers, you were in need of something bigger, something that would fill you up to the brim and make you choke out on it. “Then say it, baby. I know you can.”

Your lips parted in a cry when one of his hands left your wrists just to find its way to your clit, thighs shaking as you felt the pressure start to build again in your stomach, lifting you higher and higher.

“Please, Eddie. Make me…” you whimpered when his circling didn’t stop. “I want to cum on your cock.” you managed to say, not really caring anymore about the eyes that watched you up from the sky. If God loved you…, then why would he make this a sin? Why could something that felt so good be bad? Maybe Eddie was right, maybe it was him your truly God.

You found yourself tugging against his hand and trying to push him back to your core when he pulled away, leaving you with an orgasm that never came and shaking on your place, begging in between little whispers and mutters.

“Fuck. Look at you. All messed up and I haven’t even begun to fuck you. You are gonna do good for me, isn’t that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, and fucking take it.” when he finally freed your wrists, your hands quickly searched up for him, his own unbuckling his belt as you nodded, pushing his jeans and boxers —wet with precum — down his thighs, freeing his aching and swollen dick, which bumped against his happy trail. You eyes widened at the sight. So that was what had been poking you that whole time. It was strangely beautiful. Mushroom tip wet and red, great length and girth with a couple of veins on its side… It had a little curve too. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, gorgeous?” you nodded, eyes never leaving his cock when his hand gripped and started moving around it, soft groans that made your pussy clench leaving his lips. “Then why don’t you open up yourself for me, hm? Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.” you moaned at his hungry gaze, tongue sliding through his bottom lip as your hands snaked down your chest and stomach to your thighs and later on, your folds, your fingers digging on your wetness just to open them up, giving him a full view of your twitching hole and clit. “Fuck. Atta girl. You’re so good baby, so good for me.” you whimpered, hips pushing against his own when he was once again in between your thighs, tip sliding though your folds and bumping your clit, making you moan and your head fall back.

Your hands quickly found the bottom of his shirt, and later, his bare back, your eyes wandering on the ink that decorated his skin. You’d seen it before, of course, since he mostly wandered around shirtless in his van, but it never failed to amaze you. It was just so beautiful… He moaned when your nails dig on his shoulder blades, his dick twitching against your entrance and slightly pushing against it and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Eddie, I need you, please God, I need you…” you babbled out, pushing against him and pulling him closer, the grip on your hip tightened as he smirked.

“Who are you begging to baby? Me or God?” his mouth hovered over your neck, his tongue flattening in a long wet strip from your collarbones to your ear, whispering there and making your skin prickle. “Or maybe I’m both?” you moaned and he just smiled wider. “Yeah?” his eyebrows rose as you nodded, bottom lip in between your teeth and breath hitching when his tip pushed inwards once again, teasing you. “Am I your God, sweetheart?” you nodded again, moaning when he softly bit your jaw. “Then pray to me.” he mumbled, his tip finally pushing and gaining a lustful and painful whine from your lips. “Worship me.” he groaned as he slowly thrusted in your wetness, cursing under his breath since you were so tight he felt like exploding.

Sure, it hurt. It was your first time. You hadn’t even ever touched yourself before that night, Eddie’s fingers doing the honors to let you know that that kind of pleasure was possible in a human being. And that it was okay. Your bedroom floor hadn’t cracked open to let you fall to Hell, like you’d feared, instead, rising you to Heaven, higher and higher above the clouds and nearer the sun.

He was so big that you felt like dying, so heavy and warm inside you that had you all messed up and crying under him due to the desire and pleasure that surrendered you to his touch. Your tears bringing him to groan as he bottomed out, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t yet believe that he was inside you, fucking you, making you cry and beg for him. “Fuck.” he cursed, trying to focus on not cumming on the spot, trying to ignore the way your walls surrounded him and your body twitched, nails digging in his back as you rocked against him. “So good, baby. You’re such a good girl.” you whimpered, his hands wondering around your body and giving you soft squeezes as encouragement. He was waiting for you, waiting for the pain to dissipate and you to get used to him being deep inside you. When your rocking became more noticeable, he smiled at your pretty moans.

“Eddie…” you called out for him, gasping for air when he pulled out ‘till only the tip remained inside and thrusted back in, hitting something inside you that made you see stars and cry out.

“That’s it.” he cooed, pounding on you once again, hair caressing your chest and his lips brushing against yours. “Such a pretty girl taking my cock.” you whimpered, his tongue pushing inside your mouth and kissing you dirtily as his groans made you gasp. It was too much. Too much. “Take it, doll. Take my cock. Just like that, fuck. Good girl.” you moaned his name as his hips started to take up on speed. “You like that? Like my cock? This sweet pussy of yours seems to love it.” he smirked as a new thrust let you hear the dirt sounds of your juices against his dick. “So greedy, sucking me in so good. Such a slut.” you screamed when his hand fell harshly against the side of your thigh.

The only thing you could do was moan his name over and over again, the constant hitting to that sweet spot inside you driving you crazy and nearing you to that now known feeling of relief.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even talk.” he laughed, thrusting harder, deeper, faster… “You’re drooling all over yourself, baby.” you gagged when two of his fingers went into your mouth, drool dampening them and spilling over your chin. “What a pretty girl. So pretty letting me fuck her just how I want.” he moaned when your walls tightened around him. “Taking me so good. Such a good little toy.” you cried, his fingers making your pleading all muffled and broken. “You liked that, baby? Like me to treat you badly?” another slap on your thigh had you nodding like crazy, his name falling off of tour lips when his fingers left your mouth only to wrap around your throat, making the oxygen hardly full your lungs and blood flow to your brain.“I’m sure you’d let me cum in you, isn’t that right. I can bet you even want it. Want my cum filling you up so good you’d beg me for it every goddamn day, isn’t that right, gorgeous?” you nodded, begging for it and making him grunt on your mouth, his tongue pushing against your lips. You choked at the feeling of his fingers digging on your neck, his name falling off your lips like a church song.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” new tears streamed down your face when his fingers found your clit. And by the way you were tightening around him he new you were close.

“Gonna cum baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” you nodded, moans closer to each other. “What a good girl. Cum for me baby, let me hear you.” you didn’t even wait to do so, cumming so hard you swore the world was falling to pieces around you, your sweet choked out whimpers making him lose control, fucking you harshly and mercilessly, your hands leaving his shoulders to press against his stomach, scratching him when he wouldn’t even let you rest from your high, which never seemed to finish.

“Too much, it’s�� It’s too much, Eddie, please…” you begged, choked by his hand, feeling the constant pounding build something different inside you. “Stop! Stop… Something’s… Something’s gonna come out!” you begged, but he didn’t seemed to listen, too out of it due to just how pretty you looked crying and getting the shit fucked out of you by his cock.

He moaned at your arching back and high pitched scream, juices gushing out of your pussy and dampening his cock, thighs and your sheets. His eyes widened when he seemed to understand what had just happened.

“Did you just… Fuck baby. Did you just squirted?” you were a crying mess under him, too overwhelmed to even answer or really understand what had just happened. “Fuck, that was so hot. I’m gonna fucking cum.” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppier and his groans louder, fucking you faster but not as deep as he sought his own release while his name fell off your lips over and over again. “y/n, ah fuck, so good, I’m gonna cum so hard… Gonna fill you up so good, so full…” he moaned when after one, two, three more deep thrusts he spilled in you, painting your walls in white and making you moan at the feeling, your name falling off his lips on whimpers when his arms gave out and fell on top of you.

The two were a goddamn mess, all sticky and sweaty, you whimpered when he kissed you once again, this kiss being sloppier and more lazy, sweet. A little gasp left your lips when his fingers tightened around your necklace and pulled, stealing it from your neck. “You won’t be needing this anymore.” he smirked, instead taking his own off his neck, the one with his red pick dangling, and pulling it over your head. “Since from now on you’d be on your knees for me, hm?” you nodded, sighing when his lips where back to yours, hissing a little bit when he pulled out of you, cum dripping down your thighs onto the wet sheets as he put on your own necklace, the cross shining under your lamp’s light. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 8 months

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How would the other characters react to albedo?

um? im gonna assume you are asking about HoMies characters? so im gonna answer about them (like sorry if you meant smth else??)

tbh im not very well versed in Albedo's story arc (particularly Omniverse haha), and i dont remember enough from every show to make detailed discussion about it. Not to mention that i doubt most of them would ever meet him lol.

But if they did, the general reaction/attitude about canon!Albedo would be somewhere in realms of annoyed sympathy/pity?? Like Albedo's whole character is suffering because of his own rash decisions and irrationally blaming it all on Ben, and just digging himself into a deeper hole. Most of the main 9 had some experiences in realms of clones and unfortunate experiments, so they would be sympathetic to his plight but it would be negated by his attitude lol.

Tho honorable mention of reactions would be:

1. Rex - who is gonna be that sort of friend who is all the way on Ben's side (like, "who we hating today king? ye fuck that dude") and might feel some sort of small sympathy because technically Albedo's situation was an accident (of his own making), but the fact that he continuously blames Ben would just make Rex angry on behalf of his bestie.

2. Danny - who would feel particularly annoyed/angry with Albedo and his attitude, because he knew real clones (think Dani & her bros) who trully suffered because of the actions of others, and because Albedo's reasons and attitude reminded him a lot about Amorpho (all the arrogance and trouble caused) and also Vlad (with all the irrational blaming).

3. Jenny - because she can be a little shit and is constantly annoyed by Ben, despite any sympathy she has she wouldnt miss an opportunity to make a joke about Albedo being stuck as Ben lol

now if we thinking about fanon!Albedo (like the type that actually gets his head out of his ass), reactions would understandably be more positive i guess

#que?#hom au #hom au Q&A

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nogenderbee · 11 months

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Hi!! How are you?? Can i request the pjsk boys meeting the parents of his s/o, if you are okay with it ofc! Thanks♡

Hello! I'm doin great, thank you! And also of course you can request it! It's easy to say I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy this one as well <3

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui meeting readers parents

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @indi-has-fallen @alicewinterway18 @miya-akane @vodka-glrl

⊱ you can't tell me that Akito absolutely denied to meet your parents but at the same time, he wanted to do it as quickly as possible so he can be after it

⊱ surprisingly tho, he actually wants to make a good impression so you see him in version that was never known to you

⊱ he literally comes with flowers to your mother and he's acting like a true gentleman

"Good evening. I bought flowers for you, miss, so I really hope these are up to your liking."

⊱ try giggling from him and he'll immidietly give a look that literally says "can't you let me just do good first impression...?"

⊱ after meeting is over or you decide to get some private time, he'll literally collapse on your bed and you have your chance to tease him

"Can you stop wiry that?! I just tried to made good first impression so you parents won't hate me, you know?"

⊱ use the fact that he's a gentleman around your parents as much as you want, his face is worth it, trust me

⊱ Toya was extremely nervous about this meeting, he even admitted to you that he was was stressed on the thought of what your parents might think of him

⊱ he knows he's a bit quiet and hardly can make a conversation so he really just hopes that he'll get lucky and will manage to keep the conversation or maybe can cover it up with being a gentleman that he is

⊱ definitely is the type to ask you multiple times what your parents might think of him before he even gets a chance to meet him

"Do you think they'll like me? How are they like? Should I buy flowers or chocolates for your mother? And your father... should I make sure to do or say something in order to make him like me?"

⊱ once he finally get's a chance to meet them tho, he makes so good impression without even being aware of it

"Did I do well? Did I made good impression? I truly hope so... I don't want them to hate me... it wouldn't be good if we wan't to be together for longer..."

⊱ after he leaves, your mom already plans on inviting him to dinner and your father seems to tolerate him (or whatever other good impression your parents may have) so it's clearly something good!

⊱ Tsukasa really couldn't be more prepared for that meeting

⊱ he literally has one big show prepared in order to make a good impression, now he just hopes your parents don't hate random acting...

"I thought that if I prepare some show, you parent's will notice that I trully care about you, our relationship adn their opinion about me! Oh, and it's also great opportunity to show my future star talent! I can bet that they'll be impressed!"

⊱ he puts on a great show looking at the fact that he had just your house and there was one person to do all the acting, even if you suggested to help, he simply told you that he wants it to be a surprise for you as well

⊱ he literally spends the whole day chatting with your parents, he can keep conversation going really well but he may ramble for a bit

⊱ also, don't expect him to be physically and verablly affectionate more than "star" and holding hands, he's flustered to do it in overall and in front of your parents, it's even worse

"Hm? Ah, no need to go anywhere private! I'm having really nice time with your parents and it looks like they don't mind future stars presence as well!"

⊱ Rui acted like he was calm and completely not stressed but truth couldn't be any more different and you knew it well

⊱ he really thought that impressing them might be a good first step, so he bought your mother flowers but he couldn't just hand them to her, instead he built a robot that handed it to her in truly spectacular way

"Want to know how it works? Well first, it'll bow slightly while I do the same, make flowers go pop while I have enough time to say my gratitude to her and when she takes the flowers, it'll turn into small robot that she'll receive! What it'll do? You'll see, darling~"

⊱ and it's easy to say your parents ARE impressed, it's up to you if they're impressed in good way or a bad way

⊱ his teasing definitely cools off for the time when you're around your parents, but expect him to drop some extra teasing once you're alone

"What? You thought I won't tease you for the whole day? Oh my sweetie, you truly are my innocent baby, aren't you~?"

⊱ he may not be the best at making and keeping conversations but he surely tries and conversation is going smoothly

⊱ of course, he's pure and innocent gentleman around them which isn't THAT different but then again, it's a little interesting to see him like that

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Nobody cares about the Muppets humans and that is fair, so today i'm gonna step in and share my top ten Muppets human characters ranking, from best to not B best bc i'm bored (also i didnt watch muppets take manthatam so if theres a memorable human there let me know)

1. Tim curry pirate is one of my favorite muppets villains, he's funny, he's entertaining and his song is silly

2. Mary

I don't even need to explain, she's Mary

5. Lady Hollyday

All she does is sit around and eat up, don't need to elaborate

4. Nadya

She's a girlboss idc

5. Dominic

I normally count him as a duo whit Constantine, but he's entertaining and i like how he reveals against him for a partion of the movie

6. Jean Pierre

Not much to say but same as deal as Dominic, a duo whit Sam the Eagle and really entertaining

7. Max and Moog

Placing them together because they are more of an honorable mention before i go down the characters i don't like or don't stand out that much to me.

They are both funny and silly and nice additions to their respectives show/movie

8. Nora

I'm gonna get a ton of hate for this one, but she's a character that develops under time (just like her sister and Moog) since is a show and i get that, but in the first 4 episodes she's gets too much moments where she's kinda egocentric, she lies about her job that causes Janice to gets sick, refuses to talk over her sister, blames stuffs on other people, etc (also not her characters fault but she gets so much screentime sometimes, even thought the show is called muppets mayhem).

Over time and in the last 3 episodes of she show she gets better and she's a tolerable character. Don't get me wrong, i don't hate her, just saying she's still a character in development and over all a nice character

9. Doc Hopper

He's an insane sales man that wanted to exterminate Kermit and his friends, pulled a gun at him, called a mercenary, got a whole armed gang, and a Russian stereotype scientists just because Kermit didnt want to dance on his commercial; trully a madman. Not much to say outside of that thought and the follow that car joke

10. Richman (can't add an image sorry)

Only memorable thing abt him to me is his song and how deadly pushed him out a building.

11. LADY HOLLYDAYS BROTHER

I HATE HIM, I'M GLAD HE GOT HIS ASS BEATED, AND SHOULD HAVE NOT MADE PIGGY APOLOGIZE

I could talk about more humans but this is an already long post and theres no more characters i even remember so that all for now! Goodbye and i hope someone gets my love for Mary from muppets 2011 (also i hate JJ, i'm not adding him)

#the muppets #muppets #top ten #tier list #long post #muppets 2011 #muppets most wanted #the great muppets caper #muppets mayhem #muppety rant

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beautifulpersonpeach · 8 months

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Sorry pls ignore my last ask BPP. Your point about Seven being the 'Dynamite' equivalent in solo era is a good one and explains the treatment it got. After the BB article I also now understand why BH dropped LC. If BB believed the LC record was 'tainted' with Chinese cash and BH never had that 'Dynamite' promotion plan for it, everything that's happened makes sense. But it still leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. I can't wash it out. Are we now at the mercy of BB's whims? Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1? I'm just trying to understand how the company is thinking about things without victimizing the members. They all seem to be still working with purpose so I feel they don't feel shortchanged, but from the outside looking inside it doesn't feel fair.

Ask 2:

Hi BPP,

Re: bb article

1. Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?

2. I absolutely hate that it is again Jimin that takes the brunt of all this bulshit, I really do. He doesnt deserve this at all. But he is strong, he will be OK. That being said, its making me really upset IRL, so I will have to do some me time.

3. I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)

My opinion is, that while BB is paramount when it comes to big awards season, eventually BB and the awards themselves serve as a kind of promotion, to validate the artist to their (potential) fanbase, keep them invested etc. BTS guys do all of that on their own, with their music, personalities and lyrics. So going forward, if they dont chart as much, dont win as much... It will not matter in the long run. Their fan base is so solid that I trully believe they will have no problem selling multiple stadium stops 25 years from now. Easily.

There will be a significant fandom fall off, when all the people who are here for bragging rights lose their interest. And that is a good thing... But the people who will stay, who love the guys for who they are and for their art, those whose love does not depend on how many grammy noms or BB H100 they recieve... These people will stay and buy the tickets. And their numbers will still be enourmous. Enviable. More than the majority of the western industry plants can only dream of.

Rant over. Have a good weekend

Ask 3:

The latest Billboard discussion is disheartening, but the NYT article description of U.S. conservatives aping the tactics of Swifties and BTS fans to get their nefarious messaging across is even more so. Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?

I was struck by this partvof the original question to you"

'... figure out a way to truly determine which songs are most popular (whatever that even means anymore)....'

So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? Even if they number in the millions, we are still looking at support that is far deeper than it is wide.

I mean, better than the suits deciding, I guess? Or is it just another group--this one outside of the target country--imposing their agenda on the population? One has the goal of making money; the other of winning a fan war.

So, how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP? Or doesn't it matter?

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I've said many times on this blog that I'm not a writer, and that English isn't my first language, so I suppose it's unsurprising that despite my efforts putting my thoughts to paper/Tumblr, I'm still unable to fully communicate it in a way people understand right away, to eliminate/answer a lot of questions that I believe should be clear to infer from what I've written before. So rather than write a massive post like before where my key points could get lost, I'll pick out key questions from your asks and give fairly brief answers to each one. I'll work my way from the top, down.

Hi Anon(s),

Select answers below:

"Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1?"

I think the results speak for itself. Dynamite and the PET got what is easily the biggest support any BTS release had gotten to date at the time - all of it tailored to mirror how American labels promoted their tracks, *and* the fandom had D2C sales buttressing it as the primary support mechanism. Like, please read that sentence again and think about what it means. Sales are the easiest and most transparent way for the fandom to influence charts, and so was always preferred for ARMY. Even if you weren't in the fandom then, understand it's impossible to overstate how much D2C sales mattered. With that now out of the question, everything we're seeing for Seven for me feels like a given, especially after the Billboard article.

"Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?"

Yes. But not 'less relevant' in a sense, more like differentiated and treated as its own thing, perhaps in a separate chart.

"I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)"

This probably requires its own post but the long-short of it is: just like Ticketmaster, Billboard is only one arm of one of the largest private monopolies in the US entertainment market - PMC, and as such they serve as gatekeepers of sorts. Their interest in BTS (and k-pop by extension) lies primarily in how they can profit off the group/fandom, which so far BigHit and ARMY have created very limited avenues for. BigHit's strategy until now has been to expand BTS's reach without relying on the PMC apparatus, using it only for select releases that are explicitly tailored for it e.g. Seven and PET. While I don't think this strategy will change dramatically, every change from BB is to force more compliance with their apparatus. BTS will continue facing handicaps from PMC so long as BigHit continues limiting how PMC can profit from BTS for each release. (This sentence makes sense in my head but if it's not clear, please let me know.)

"Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?"

Well, yeah. But ARMYs can't take all the credit. After all, ARMYs are only doing what the Bey Hive and Swifties have been doing for almost a decade with none of the scrutiny. BTS, more than any other group, actually has the absolute numbers in demand and grassroots support to justify it as they're comparable to the afore-mentioned artists, proven by their concert showings not just in the US but worldwide, as far back as 2018. People only started paying attention to ARMYs' movements because BTS didn't look like the sorts of people they expected to see at the top of the charts. Everybody took notice, including a political faction in the US that in recent years has moved more aggressively into the entertainment sphere to influence culture, such as Ben Shapiro's entertainment empire, movies like Sound of Freedom topping box office charts, and conservative country singers pushing Reagan-esque talking points to the top of music charts. So it's basically the result of timing and opportunity.

"So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? ... how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP?"

I've talked about this before I think. You can find my views on it in my Masterlist, and I've linked the post here.

People sent in more asks on BB but I've since lost interest in this topic and will post my responses when I feel like it, much later, using the same format I've used to answer the asks above. The truth is that while I understand why many people feel like everything that's happened so far with Seven and Jimin is unfair, I think a lot of the discourse is awfully reductive, actually does a disservice to Jimin and BTS, and that there's a much bigger picture here that's more consistent with how BTS has operated for the last 10 years.

This is probably not the best analogy, but one way I think of BTS is like a Swiss army knife, with each member being a separate tool. And that at different points, in various markets, BigHit and BTS are testing various approaches to expand their reach while aiming to maintain the market share they've gotten so far. The group has always had projects they release that have more artistic merit and cache, versus projects made by all appearances to be purely for commercial purposes to expand the reach of the group. For example, consider how BigHit promoted Butter/Permission to Dance, compared to the BE album, or how Seven was created and promoted relative to Indigo. To go back in even further in previous years, I remember how BTS appeared to center Jimin in Blood, Sweat & Tears era to build out his and their presence in Korea, and Taehyung in DNA era where his and BTS's presence in China ballooned in 2017.

While in the solo era some people feel like every accomplishment remains solely with individual members, I feel everything serves only one purpose: to further establish the group. Because by BTS's own words, they all have their individual ambitions, they've always had that and each member is aggressively competitive on that note, but they've each all said that their priority remains the group. Not everybody likes that, not everybody believes them when they say it, but the good thing with BTS is that they plan in multi-year stints and time always reveals what the facts of the matter are. We're only one year into Chapter 2, and while certain parts of the fandom are treating their solo debut albums as the be all and end all, I don't think there's anything to suggest this perspective lines up with the reality of how BTS has behaved for the last 10 years. I could be wrong, but either way we're just going to have to wait and see. In the meantime, I believe there's significant artistic merit in what the guys are putting out in Chapter 2, that I hope isn't lost in the noise. The fandom should do a better job of bringing the attention back to this, rather than a tunnel-vision on performance metrics that only tell half of the story.

#bts #bts chapter 2 #bang pd #jimin #jungkook #jikook #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #seokjin #taehyung #billboard #kpop #kpop industry #music industry #fandom behaviour

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lucyfloyenworkshop · 2 years

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Beyond theses walls

A friend afar, a shared and fleeting moment, calling out in vain. I see no stars. Aligned they keep us frozen, fated to remain.

I can here the distant calls. There is no easy way out of here. There is no easy way, persevere. There is so much more beyond these walls.

“Beyond These Walls (Hades)“ - Miracle of Sounds [link]

Miracle of Sound’s works and covers are for me a great source of inspiration. These songs are not just about a specific character or game but can evoke an other fictional character or OC (ex: “Wake the White Wolf“ [The Wither 3]) or/and evoking feelings and deep emotions… images.

When I listen “Beyond These Walls“, I found in it a kinda of echo to Ignihyde Arc when the (vise-) Dorms Leaders, Epel, Rook and Yuu/Morgana (my OC) going down into to the deepest part of Underworld while overbolted Idia, Ortho and the Phantoms rise form it… all of them breaking the doors apart. And specially the lines that I quoted, evoke three story line of the Arc :

-> Idia /Ortho/O.R.T.H.O : As childs, Idia and Ortho wanted to discover the outside world, before to embrace the inheritage of the Keeper of the Underworld. To have a chance of freedom. But came a horrible and tragic accident. Ortho’s memory became a pale and artificial version of what he was as a living and Idia… He doesn’t just fear the Out-Side because that him and his brother wanted to go there and Ortho died in the process, but he reject it. Hating it. Hating the World and the people who live there and said that no one can understand his pain, his lost, luring himself with technology. But when the echoes of his past return, he decide (him and O.R.T.H.O.), yes like Zagreus to go finaly out-side. But not as just discovred as they wanted to do as kids, but engluf the world of what they must look on, even if his caused, like this everyone will be same that them and it’s will be no more suffering... For them. (I don’t know but Idia look like a bit to Joseph/Cartaphillus in Ancient’s Magus Bride)

-> Morgana : At that point of the main story, her curse is too much stronger to be reversed. That curse take the form of a fading rose on her right arm and while it eat her magic and life-force, at each petal dispear, the moment where she will fall into a eternal sleep tormented by the cries and the hate of the Shadow is closing. At the moment that S.T.Y.X’s attack NRC, there is only there left. But de s’appitoyer on her fate, Morgana decide to live, fully. So when her friends (and people she saved form Drakness) had being injured or inducted, she doesn’t hesitade. With the same determination than Zagreus, she will goes throug all trials to save and help the one who are lost before to return on the Surface, under sun where peoples waiting for her... like a certain dragon that she is carring in her heart.

-> Malleus : As in the ruins of of Ramshackle Droms, previous event, those lines of Beyond These Walls, echo to the forshadowing of Malleus unseen but deep loneliness (and “possible“Overbolt’s origin). Even being a Fea, and potential lived at least more than hundred years, he never trully understand the burden of his immortalty. Because of Morgana his Child of Men, Malleus found a chance to live as anyone else. Not just a Crown-Prince restricted in his castle since birth, knowing the world only by books and stories. Now Malleus realize with bitterness that these moments with the persons he meet and care will not last. They will gone while he will stay forever. Even if his beloved Morgana return form the Isle od Lamentationa as she promise, she will gone too... and not because of natural death... Her life is become fragile and ephemer as rose petal or a butterfly...

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Even if I cast Twst character into Hades characters, because of similarities in their roles, desgin or as character in the story/mythology/game, Malleus and Morgana (even if there some Zagreus’s lietmotif on her desgin), are more close to two character form Greek Mythology, which doesn’t appear in Hades but are linked to the Underworld at some point of the tale, Eros (Cupid) and Psyché. Basicly, Cupid and Psyché is the origin of all the stories about Beauty and the Beast. A main theme that is a big inspiration for the romance of Malleus and Morgana.

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x hades #hades game #ignihyde #beyond these walls #miracle of sound #idia shroud #ortho shroud #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #morgana macrosanna #twst yuu oc

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zeglythofficial · 3 months

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Tarot card 2.0 anon here to answer your questions.

Bare in my mind my friend knows nothing about them at all, she didn't even know they were famous because she lives under a rock and doesn't catch up to movies and stuff like that.

But here are the highlights.

They were definitely meant to meet. My friend said there were meant to be in each other's lives and that they meet when one of the needed the most. She sensed that the energy of the one who'd need it most was female so I'm assuming it was R. She said that they met for a reason, they are supposed to learn from each other and to grow from there.

I didn't tell her, she knew it by the cards that both of them were in relationships. She said that R's relationship felt weird. That she got the feeling her bf didn't love her, but the cards also showed he wouldn’t let her go. She still can't make sense of it, but it's like there's something about her that J needs for some reason and that he isn't going to give up rn.

She also knew T had a partner without me telling her but she said T is comfortable with BB because he knows where she stands. She said T is afraid of having all encompassing feelings for people, and that he likes BB because they both care about each other but it's not that deep of a feeling so it doesn't scare him. She said he's afraid of being in love (actually, trully, completely in love with someone) and that has a hard time with that.

She said that something happened between him and R (no cheating or anything like that, but something deep and profund) that made him feel like she was getting too close for comfort and that scared him a lot. According to her, T was afraid because she somehow managed to reach somewhere within him that no one did and that scared him and made him back off and decide into being her friend.

She said he has some kind of attraction to her that he battles constantly. Also said that at the same time he will test waters with flirtatious behavior because while he's afraid of letting her get close, he also likes seeing that he has some kind of effect on her. He likes to see her get nervous and he likes to test his boundaries because it tells him that the unspoken attraction isn't one sided.

He's very protective of her, he hates seeing her suffer and he's constantly making sure she's OK and that she's comfortable. R sees that as him being a good friend but its about making sure she's OK for him. He's also not happy with how J doesn't seem to do that for her and feels like: if her bf doesn't do it, I'm going to because it also makes him mad and upset.

She said that R misses him a lot, misses his presence in her life constantly but they keep talking to each other a lot, almost everyday they touch base because it's hard for her to stay away completely. She said that at one point she struggled way more with her attraction, but now it's like R is acting under the guise that: it is what it is, I still love my bf and now that we don't see each other every day it'll fizzle out.

But she said that if they work together which might happen because she sees the possibility, all of this might resurface.

Thank you! My tarot card friend said the same pretty much word for word and doesn’t know a lot about them either except seeing a few interviews! I wonder if I can get her to do another follow up reading since she did her reading back in Nov…

1. My friend said that R and T were polar opposites in a lot of ways but they needed to learn from each other to find a balance! Interesting your Tarot friend said that too.

2. Yup! My friend said J was really in love with her at one point but doesn’t anymore. That he has love for her as friend but doesn’t want to be a bf anymore and also won’t let her go because he doesn’t want her to move on. My friend also said it might be because he hasn’t find anyone else yet and men tend to hold onto their gfs until a new one comes around… sad but true

3. My friend said the same thing word for word almost. T loves his girlfriend but isn’t in love with her and he’s very comfortable because he knows deep down she’s not the one. Harsh but my friend said how J feels about R is how T feels about BB. Ouch.

4. My friend said this too! She couldn’t figure it out but guessed they almost kissed and T was spooked and wanted pushed her into the friendship box immediately. She also mentioned that R wanted to bring up the moment again but T kept shutting it down and begged her to drop it until she agreed.

5. Exactly! My friend said T isn’t innocent and called him clever multiple times throughout the reading. He likes the affect he has on R so he constantly pushes boundaries.

6. Interesting. My friend mentioned that T was protective too and knew that J wasn’t going to step up so he put himself in place to look good in R’s eyes. She said that T likes that R clings to him and talks to him about her issues. Your wording here stands out to me: “but it’s about making sure she’s OK for him.” My friend mentioned that T checks up on her for selfish purposes because he wants her to have a great career and be mentally healthy so they can rise together. Like he hopes R’s OK to be with him in the future.

7. My friend said the same thing. R misses him a lot and that she cried over it at one point. She said that T didn’t think he would miss her but he does as more time passes on. She said that their feelings will fade slowly (the attraction will stay but eventually they won’t see each other for a long time)

8. My friend said all hell will break loose if they do another project together lol. Because they will be older and R would be in a better place.

#my answers #zeglyth #written in the stars

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angelic-brutality · 2 years

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heyo

look at what i made

decided to make an angst fanfic to try it, here it goes

it's a draken x neutral reader :-D based on that song "deja vu" by olivia rodrigo bc yes

and also i'm brazilian so i'm sure there's grammar mistakes here, don't act like i didn't said nothing 🙌

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“hope you enjoy the trip!”

it was the comment i sent as soon as i realized that what draken posted was a photo of him and emma traveling together, in osaka, right in that place. it was a city he liked. we got used to go there at least two times a month just to relax, and we both had special memories about that place.

i don’t even know why i sent the comment, he never answers. not in the picture that showed the both in an ice cream shop eating ice cream in the same cup, and also ignored me when i said they looked cute in each other’s jackets.

part of me said that if we had broke up, it wasn't meant to be, even with the good memories we built together that usually bring me a smile in my face every time i remember them; but now i just feel an empty and sadness when i realize ken is not coming back, not even if i begged. it’s all over. i was used to the idea that ryuguji is a human with choices and if he wanted to he had the right to leave me, but that just makes me so sad.

the other part of my mind just wanted to make any convenient excuse just so i wouldn’t feel so bad. said that ken was just confused when we broke up, seeked for emma’s comfort but things developed and they ended up like they are nowadays; but he still felt something for me, no one would fall out of love this fast. thinking about this makes me want to scream ‘cause i don’t hate emma, trully, but i hate the way she conquered him with such ease. thinking about this makes me so angry.

when i realized that as a whole and how divided i was i just felt so confused. hate or don’t hate emma, ‘cause she was my friend but now she didn’t even stare at me ‘cause i’m her boyfriend’s ex. hate or don’t hate draken, ‘cause he had choices but it didn’t gives him the right of hearing so much vents of mine but now pretend i don’t exist. hate or don’t hate myself, because i can’t want two people that are meant for each other to break up just because i was confused and jealous, but at the same time i hope that one day they will realize that everything was weird because it started from another break up.

in the beginning, i used to joke about it, saying “i bet he almost calls my name when he’ll talk about her”, “it’s obvious that he tells my jokes like they're his” or even “it’s a different person but he acts like it was me”, but as the time passed by i realized these things were true. i always traveled to osaka with him. i shared my ice cream in the same cup in a romantic way with him. i liked to change our jackets to see how it would look in the other. i passed nights watching series and movies with him, always introducing something new. everything was reused. even though i wanted to go back like we were before, i was sure it would never happen.

maybe in another universe where i’m (or he’s?) not too stupid and manages to make this work, but not in this one.

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taglist: @rome-alone (i need more people in my taglist </3)

#!!.polle writes #draken x male reader #draken x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #draken #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #draken angst #tokyorev x reader

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smalltownfae · 8 months

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Hi! From the book rec ask game, if you want to answer any/all of these :)

16. a book you'd recommend to your younger self

41. a book about nature

55. a book with a satisfying ending

69. your favourite mythological retelling

70. your favourite poetry collection

117. your favourite anthology

Hello! Thank you for the asks :)

16. Depends on how young. I wish I had read certain old middle grade and YA books when I was a kid, but tbh most of them weren't translated or even sold here so that would be impossible to begin with. I am sad that I didn't have any Diana Wynne Jones books, for example. We did have translated Discworld books at some point though because I found some in my library (that is how I discovered the series), but I never saw them being sold around before. In my small city there weren't any bookshops when I was a kid so I got my books from supermarkets and I visited the library a lot (even if it only had really old books for the most part). That is how I ended up reading above my years and rereading fairy tales for the most part. Two shops that sold books popped up in my teens and they even sold some manga and a friend and I were so happy about it even though that kind of thing was a given in the capital hahah I visited the capital a lot in my teenage years too because I made most of my friends there. I have a kind of hate relationship with my hometown for all the things it didn't provide and things would have been so different had I grown up somewhere else. One of those things were the lack of books available which I still believe contributed a bit to everyone being so close minded around here. My first visit to the city trully blew my mind xD I was like sheep in the big city. Sorry for the personal anedocte, but the truth is I didn't even had the option to read the books that would have interested me as a kid and I am reading them now as an adult.

41. Upstream by Mary Oliver (which I am still reading...). Also a lot of Robert Frost poems.

“One tree is like another tree, but not too much. One tulip is like the next tulip, but not altogether. More or less like people—a general outline, then the stunning individual strokes.”

55. Howl's Moving Castle hahahaha it has a very nice happy ending, but I think I give this book as an answer way too much so I will try thinking of another one. I know satisfying doesn't necessarily mean happy but I always assume that is what that word means. The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison has a pretty nice ending too.

69. I haven't read many of those at all so I will have to go with the cliché answer The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, which is the only book out of the 3 I read by her that I liked. I am not as interested in myth retellings as I am in reading the originals to be honest, but I am curious about The Silence of the Girls, which I only heard good things about so far.

70. I am only exploring poetry more this year so my options are limited. I am going through the complete poems by Robert Frorst and that book separates the smaller collections published before so I guess right now I would pick New Hampshire by Robert Frost, which has the most poems I like, including my favourite "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening". Collections are hard because I very seldom enjoy all the works included in the book and never at the same level when I do like all of them.

117. I do not read these either. I can only recall one anthology that I read from start to finish and that was The New Voices of Fantasy so I guess I have to say that even if it was just ok. Oh wait, this is a lie. I love "Histórias de Fantasmas" (Ghost Stories), but that is a portuguese one that has a selection of "ghost stories". I can tell which ones were included in it though. It's one of my favourite books and I did enjoy every story in it. Here's the list:

The Open Window by Saki

Afterward by Edith Wharton

The Ghost by Catherine Wells

Mr. Tallent's Ghost by Mary Webb

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Nr. 17 by E. Nesbit

The Voice of a God by Winifred Holtby

A Spirit Elopment by Clotilde Graves

#andy answers #book asks #too many books to tag

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reginajoyceestalendo · 7 months

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it ends with us (lendo in spite of everything)

you see, this wasn't as bad as i thought. but anyway. i still don't like colleen's character building skills and i genuinely think her writing style is way more fitting for a thriller than a romance (not the main point in here but i gotta say NONE of her couples have a single bit of chemestry between them).

i hated how ryle got a "happy ending" with his daughter 'cause i was absolutely relieved lily didn't stick up with him after everything. and speaking about relief, this was the only thing the whole book made me feel. there wasn't a single moment of joy during this.

even if all of her books are very easy to read (talking about writing style and structure) i trully believe i won't be reading any more of them from now on. 3/5.

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iwhishtomeetinournextlife · 3 years

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An anonymous lover (part 2)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particularly rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, Sirius’ mom being a b*tch, not proof read

Words count : 1.7k

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

Part 1 - You're here - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

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Sirius hated receiving letters, he felt absolutly like shit everytime he received one, he hated this, hated how much the words of his mother affected him. He should be used to them by now, shouldn’t he ? “You are the shame of the family”, “a useless son”, “a blood traitor”, and so on, and so on, he’ve read it all. But still, here he was, in his bed crying like he never cried before.

He was happy his friends did not try to force him out of bed to go to class. James did say he would check up on him after he ate, after the morning classes, he would probably bring something to eat, thought Sirius. He felt so grateful to have him and his other friends in his life, to feel appraciated for who he was, with his flaws, to feel taking care of, to feel loved, but...

Sirius couldn’t stop himself to think his mother’s words were, in some ways, true. She was saying them so much, over and over again, it had to be found on reality, right ? The pain in his chest, that weight in his stomach, the feeling of rope around his throat, suffocating him, he was unable to move any member of body. So after his friends left for the morning, he closed his eyes again, trying to get some sleep after his troubled night, maybe his mind would be more at peace after a long nap.

He groaned when he got woke up by a tapping sound. “Stooop”. When the sound did not stop he stood in his bed, pissed. “James I swear if you don’t stop I-”. But his friend wasn’t in the room, no one for that matter. He looked around, trying to locate the tapping, he finally saw an owl at one of the window and get out of bed to open it.

He froze when he saw why the owl tried to get in, a letter. Sirius felt all his blood running out of his body, and the air of his lungs escaping through his mouth. Wasn’t one letter enough mother !? With a trembling hand he took the enveloppe, and watch the animal fly away. He closed his eye, breathing in and out, before daring to look at what was in his hands.

And when he looked, he couldn’t help a confused expression, that was deffinitly not from his mother. The paper was decorated with drawing of stars who seemed to.. glow ? Wierd. He smiled when he recognize the constellation on the front, his star shining the most, with written “To: Sirius Black” in dark ink.

He got intringued, and delicatly open the enveloppe, trying not to tear it. His eyes wided when he unfolled the paper and saw flowers previously dry getting fresh as new and moving drawings, a dog, a stag, a rat... He smiled, the letter must be from his friends, trying to cheer him up. It was beautiful. He felt a warm feeling going trough his body, and staying in his heart.

The lines were written in a dark purpully color, he liked that. “Dear Sirius Black, it had come to my attention you were feeling down because of a letter you received recently”, he greeted his teeth, it’s true, he must have left quite the impression yesterday at lunch. “and because I consider you to be one of the greatest person of this school, I decided to remind it to you through this letter. You and I don’t know eachother that well ”. Wait, what does that mean ? It’s not from the marauders ? “but I hope I will be able to make you feel better with my words. On how much you impact people’s life here, on how much your are loved, even by people you ignore even exist, with your pranks, like for exemple -”.

Sirius savoured every words, curves, loops, they were explaining that time the marauders field the corridors with bubble, thanks to it they were able to get away from dentation with Finch, “a very unjustify detention !” had they specified, he smiled at that, always a pleasure to help someone to get away from the janitor of Hogwarts.

They were a whole paragraphs of all the nice things Lily Evans had told them about him, “She may not show it much, but she really loves you, she admire the way you stand up for what is right, and so do I”. Whoever was that person, they know Evans, that was a beginning to discover their identity, even if a part of him still thought it was from his friends.

But that little part quickly wanished when the stranger started discribing little things he had not realised about himself, the way his nose scrunch when something annoyed him, they big smile he got when he respond correctly to a teacher who thought he was not listening, he blushed a little. Sure, Sirius was perfectly aware of the affect he had of people, but he didn’t believed anyone was really paying attention to him.

“Your are an incredibly honest person, and we lack that kind of people. The ones true to themselves, not bending to others’ expectations, and by being that way you trully are the brightest star in the sky, and unfortunatly, some people will do anything to take those person down, jealous of not being them. But do not listen to those person, keep shinning, because they will stay wretched, but you, Sirius, you will have a good life, you will be great, the best of person to have around.”

Sirius couldn’t help the tears from falling again, but they were good ones this time. These last words were what he needed right now. His smiled desappeared though when he didn’t saw any name at the end of the message. He flipped the paper, over and over again, trying to find a name, a nickname or anything, observing the little animals who kept running around as he was reading, and he looked as they seemed to try to show indicate the enveloppe right next to him. Oh, is the name written there ?

But nothing on it either, so he looked inside, a piece of sturdy paper was nicely fold, they were a word on it. “Kiss ?”. He openned the paper and froze when he got surprise feelling something on his face, slapping his hand on his forhead. “WHAT THE F-”. He ran to the nearest mirror, dropping everything on the way and looked at his face.

He was searching everywhere for a mark, was this letter a prank ? His blood boiled at the idea, of being fooled by such nice words just to be hurt right after.. but nothing. He calmed right down when he found nothing. He took back the letter, the enveloppe and the “kiss”.

“Was that.. It's really a kiss ?”, he sat on his bed again, openned the paper and payed more attenttion to it this time, yes it was. He felt lips gently pressing down on his forhead, right at his hairline. He smiled, it felt incredibly nice. He closed it before openning it once more, closing his eyes too. The kiss doesn’t last long, but it didn’t make it any less pleasant.

He felt incredibly giddy about it, he realised he had never been kissed there before, well, not that he can remember anyway. Not by any of his friend, despise being really close to them and not shying away from physical affection, not even in past relationship, he had kissed his exes of course but that felt so.. Sweet and tender, he couldn’t wait to feel it again.

When he was about to do it again, James entered the room. “You’re awake !”, James got closer to his friend and groaned at what he had in hand. “Y’ mom again ?”, Sirius shook his head “Not her, for sure, open that”, he gave his friend the little card. He looked at it and open it, and flipped it aound like it was nothing. “S’pose to do something or ..?”, Sirius’ eyes widen, “What, you didn’t feel it ?” taking back the paper he looked at it before doing what he was doing before but nothing happenned this time. He only saw three darken dots. Shit, did it run out ?

Sirius felt a huge wave of dissapointment going through him, if he had know better he would have try to not waste them so fast. “Y’good Pads ?”. Sirius nobbed. “Yeah yeah, ‘just it had kisses in it”, friend looked at him like he had lost a part of his mind and smirked. “Did you loose your head ?”.

Sirius hit him with a pillow, owning a laugh “Fuck off Prongs !” he looked down at the letter James had in his hand, the boy was waiting for his friend’s permission to read it, when he had it he observed the little animals running around. “Is that us ? Brilliant !”, “It is, yeah”, Sirius installed himself, leanning against the headboard of his bed while James was reading.

After a few minutes James whistled a bit, “Pads ! Quite a lover you’ve got here, heh ? Who sended it ?”. “That’s the problem, Prongs, I don’t know ! I just received it !”

“Wha’ ? There no way you have no idea ! Got to be someone who tried something before, no ?”, Sirius put his head back, hitting the headboard, his face anwsering for him. “Don’t worry Pads, will find her !”, Sirius raised an eyebrow, “How d’you know it’s a girl ?”, James laughed a little “Too clean of a handwritting to be a boy”. Sirius rolled his eye, to him not being much of a proof, hesitating to bet like he would usually do just to try to proove him wrong.

“You’re feeling ok to go back to class ? We could ask Evans, they seemed to know eachother”, Sirius sneered at him, “Sure, all the excuses to talk to dear Evans” making kissy sounds with his mouth, owning a hit from James, “Fuck off, I’m only trying to help you here !” Sirius smiled, “I know, thanks Prongs”

Sirius quickly got ready, carfully putting the letter on his nightstand with the enveloppe, smiling like an idiot, thinking of all the things said in the letter. He decided to take the kiss with him, it might not do anything anymore, but holding it helped him feeling the sweet kiss on him again. He didn’t know who was that person but he will for sure getting more of these from the source when he found out.

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Steve was a good boy. Was…

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sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent steve, references to the bible (algo unholy use of steve’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dumbification, masturbation (m and f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

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‘ What do you want to do now? ’

Steve Harrington was a good boy. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t so drugs kind of good boy. And… he was really religious. He had always been. He accompanied his family to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based his reading on his worn bible before going to bed every night. At his eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing he had ever done was lie, and he made sure to swear that he’d never do it again.

But that oath didn’t age well, since he was, once again, lying about the fact that he’ll be staying over one of his church friends’ when he was planted in front of the biggest party he had ever seen —the only one he had ever seen, to be honest—.

Although Steve was a good boy, his best friend, Eddie Munson, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Steve seemed like a complete church boy with his button shirt tucked on his caqui pants and his school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —He looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of his…— Eddie looked like a rockstar, with his smeared eyeliner, long curly hair, black clothes and metal tees…

Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Eddie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Steve was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Eddie’s head when his mind convinced him on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting him out of trouble. They worked.

Eddie loved to hang out with Steve, always trying to make him do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And he thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Steve had acceded to go with him to one of those crazy parties he always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.

Steve didn't like it. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making his glasses slightly fog.

Eddie laughed at his face, pushing one of his arms over his best friend’s shoulders and dragging him further inside with him. Steve felt as if the devil had took a hold on him and dragged him to Hell.

"Yo Eddie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Eddie was that he was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at him as the two of them passed by. Probably due to his incredible stash and weed. But either ways, he had a lot of friends.

"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached him smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.

"Crystal?" Steve wondered, to what Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Meth, Stevie. Meth." the brunette scrunched his face. He was well aware that Eddie was a dealer, he wasn't that stupid, he just didn't know much about it. And honestly, he'd like to keep it that way. Of course he was concerned for his best friend's well being, but Eddie had promised him that he wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was his way to go. "That's shit is selling like Benny's burgers." he shook his head, pulling him down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.

"Eddie!!!" both of them turned to a blonde smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.

"Robin!" he seemed just as pleased to see the blue eyed as her to see him. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around his shoulder fell when he stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.

"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.

Eddie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." he shook his head. "I like her." that only made Robin laugh.

"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Steve's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church boy's face...Is this Stevie?" Eddie smiled as he nodded, surrounding his friend's shoulder with his arm again before pulling him flush to his side.

"In holy spirit." Steve pushed his hand away when his fingers dug on his hair, messing it all up.

"Nice to meet you Robin." he said, offering one of his hands, trying to be polite.

"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving him a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" he felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Steve’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”

They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Steve thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…

It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.

“Robin! Robin’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Steve’s eyes met a curly haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.

Robin chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Nancy!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Eddie laugh.

Steve looked really confused, shocked when the two of them started kissing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Robin is gay. She’s dating Nancy too.” Eddie seemed amused by his reaction, which quickly faded. Was he surprised? Yeah. Gay people in the 80s weren’t really… out. But still, there were only a few people in there, and by the looks of it they were too high on some shit to even remember tomorrow so… Was he disgusted? Absolutely not. He didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Steve was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do.

“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Steve eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, he met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From his position he could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Steve felt like he couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… He thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Eddie Munson?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the metal head beside him, who shrugged as he stepped further into the room.

“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Steve’s heart tightened on his chest, your smile warming him up and making him feel all fuzzy inside. He was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”

‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.

“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” he pressed a hand to his chest, honored. “And who is pretty boy over there?” Steve felt like fainting when your eyes met his body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.

“This…” Eddie pulled him by his arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have him adjusting his crooked glasses. “Is Steve. Steve Harrington. My boy.” a smile crept on his lips when he recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned him up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like him?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore him and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Steve.” his name rolling on his tongue made his heart fall to the pitch of his stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” he coughed, clearing his throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. His eyes darted elsewhere as he awkwardly scratched his neck.

“Thank you.” he stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as he realized what he had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.

You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although he didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Eddie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to him. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.

“This is Steve’s first party.” he said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” he put extra emphasis to those words, which only made you smile harder and Eddie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.

“Oh… A church boy.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at him, and his whole body flushed, making you chuckle.

“You. Stop it.” Eddie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.

“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”

Eddie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” he teased you as he extracted from one of his front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” he inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.

“This will do.” he laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty boy.” you called for Steve, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” he quickly pushed one of his hands on his front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. His eyes widened when you pulled him from his arm so he would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on his own as you took his bible from his hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on his own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.

You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. He was stunned, and Eddie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.

“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Steve saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if he knew that he wouldn’t think it, he still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty boy? Want to give it a try?” he quickly shook his head.

“N-No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Eddie, the girls and you laugh. He looked so scared you almost felt bad.

“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” he remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Eddie chuckled beside you.

“Steve is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed a girl… Never fucked one.” Steve’s cheeks flushed red as he gave him a death stare.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were widened. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Eddie Munson… Isn’t that funny?” the metal head seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a man whore.” his mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” one again he remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between his teeth. “Right?”

Eddie seemed interested too, as well as Robin and Nancy.

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when he didn’t correct you. Eddie was just as shocked.

“Oh my god…” Nancy muttered.

In eighteen years. Not even a little fapping?

“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Steve’s cheeks only reddened even more.

“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” he groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on him. He felt like running away.

“You know what’s a real sin, Steve?” you said, making him stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” he felt even the tips of his ears redden.

“I’ve—“

“Man, I know you and your family has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Eddie inquired, to what Steve nodded.

“I mean ye—“

“Then fuck it!” Robin said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want, dude.” Nancy nodded in agreement.

“I can’t…”

“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” he stiffened when your hand fell on his knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on his skin. He gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab his attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty boy?” he was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.

Your smile only grew more when his eyes fell to your red lips…

“Eyes up here, Stevie.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Eddie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Steve. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Steve was absolutely lost.

“I— I don’t know…”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the blonde was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of vodka that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.

You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.

“Okay. This is a shot of vodka. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. He was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” he nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in his stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and to in the salt, all while keeping your eyes on his own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the brunette, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through his veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty boy.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to him with a smirk. His cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, he took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by his decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since he knew that if he did he’d repent— poured the liquor in his mouth, almost gagging as the vodka hit his tongue, what made his nose scrunch. The turn on his stomach and the burning of his throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited him. He knew that drinking was not something forbidden, he had just been too scared of his parents disappointment if he ever tried it, so he never did. “So?” everyone stared at him, expecting to know his thought about his first time dealing with alcohol.

Steve coughed, squinting a little bit as his hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”

All of you burst out in laughter, he could have said anything, and yet he went with the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, it usually does.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Steve seemed confused as he frowned.

“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”

“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Eddie was quick to pull a little bag from his vest pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck man, I’d suck you off right now if there weren’t so many people here.” the metal head chuckled at your words, and Steve only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in his stomach that pleaded him to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth.

“I don’t think that…” he started, but you only looked at him and he was a goner, the words dying in his throat. His best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Steve the saint Harrington was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. He didn’t know if he should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.

On the other hand, Steve was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. He felt that sting tugging from his cock, although he tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.

“Done.“ you smiled, and Robin handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.

Steve looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Munson, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” he let out a laughter as he reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed him.

“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Steve’s breath hitched when your eyes found his. “What do you say pretty boy? Are you in?” you offered him the blunt, and after a little hesitation, his fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that he had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…

“How should I…?” he seemed scared of it, holding it away from him as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.

“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to him ‘till your thigh was flushed against his, fingers around his wrists to guide the joint to his lips. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to his own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” he was following your words and doing as you told him. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe he was going too fast, since he started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give him back pats.

“Are you okay?” Nancy inquired him, handing him a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.

“Aw he’s fine…” Robin laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”

“On god.” Eddie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.

He shivered when your fingers dug in his hair, comforting him as his coughing ceased. “Are you okay?” he nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” he looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged him, taking the blunt from his hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. His breath hitched when the hand that stood in his hair pushed him near your face. His eyes widened and his pulse spiked up when your breath hit his own, the weed and alcohol on it making him feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from him was. He really couldn’t know.

Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.

The hand that held the joint went to his cheek, thumb pressing against his bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” he was quick to do what you’ve asked him to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” he nodded, and as you blew the smoke on his lips, he took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing him hold his breath as much as he could —like he had seen you do—. “Good boy.” he almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on him. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made him shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” he shook his head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged his scalp after a third hit from your lips.

“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Robin was the first to break the silence, making Nancy and Eddie laugh.

“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the metal head said, fanning his face and making your eyes practically send him daggers. “Just saying…” he rose his hands in surrender.

Steve was feeling his limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty boy?” he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Feels amazing.” he muttered, and all of you laughed at his reaction.

“Eddie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked him, but he just seemed happy to see his best friend so relaxed, and having fun.

He was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked him about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. He understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. He tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.

“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” he announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Stevie with you for a little bit?”

You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Nancy and Robin were standing up.

“Yeah, we’re gonna— Nancy needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Eddie right behind.

It was then when you realized that only you and Steve were left behind. Alone. He seemed to realize too, since his body seemed to stiffen up

“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty boy.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. He nodded, trying not to show the ways his hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: He was high. He was exited about his first party. He was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and he was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though his hair, in the way your eyes never left him.

“Nothing.” he sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face him.

“Tell me, Steve…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on his hair sliding down to his neck, where you connected the moles on his skin. His eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, he felt impure.

“I… Uhm…” you decided to give him a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against his as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on his face. He was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against him making his cock strain on his pants. He looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although his eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against his cheek, leading him back to you.

“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Steve…” you muttered, your breath colliding with his own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against his bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no girl has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the brunette stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering brown shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty boy.” he whined as your lips brushed against his, teasing him, pulling him in to the sin he had learned to avoid. The sin he had made himself avoid.

“y/n…” he let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as he leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook his body anytime you were near.

“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and he whined when you pulled from his hair to keep him from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Stevie?” you inquired. You liked the boy, you wanted the boy, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.

He nodded, tongue sneaking in between his lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making him cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” he whimpered, eyes on your red lips as his own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through his veins, or the fact that he wanted it, you, so bad he felt like dying…

“Please y/n, kiss me…” he whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when his eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the brown of them, the need… You were quick to pull him in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met his. God, you’d been wanting to do that since he had stepped in the room. Your core ached when he moaned in your mouth, his hands shaking at his sides as his eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over his lap, straddling his lap and making his eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Stevie, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on his neck, making him sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide his to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing him before you would lean in once again to meet his lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” He was shaking when you kissed him again, breath hitching and a moan leaving his lips when you started to rock your hips against him. He was already hard. So hard… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against his mouth, your thumb pulling on his bottom lip. He did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good boy…” he moaned when your tongue slid right inside his mouth, swirling around his. His fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on his hair. His jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of his pants and against his aching cock, which twitched against his thigh.

When you pulled away, his glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.

“y/n…” he whimpered as your lips trailed down his throat, harshly sucking hickeys on his skin and hands bucking you against him. He felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you in top of him, dry humping him, kissing him… He never wanted it to stop.

“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off his lap —hearing a whine fall from his lips— and pulling from his hand so he could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag him upstairs, getting him in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss him again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on his lips made you want to devour him.

He opened his mouth for you, just like you had taught him, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led him towards the bed. He let out a surprised gasp when you pushed him on the chest, making him sit down. “What… What are you doing?” he inquired you as you kneeled in front of him, breathing strained and lips swollen. His hair was all messed up, as well as his clothes, and his dick hurt so much under his pants he couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing him, rubbing against him and making it better. He was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing his thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.

“Praying.” you smiled at him as you unbuckled his jeans and pushed it down his thighs along with his underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“W-Wait!” he tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left his mind when you left a little peck on the tip of his dick. It was pretty, and big. The kind of big that would get a few minutes to get used to, to the stretch, and leave you limping the day after. There was this cute little vein on its side, that you made sure to outline with your tongue, tracing the under part of the head afterwards, which made him squirm under your touch. You smiled when he let out a load moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at his moans and whines.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty cock...” he whimpered when you licked clean the precum off his slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” he nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from the base to the tip before pushing it inside your mouth. You moaned around him, ‘cause he tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your throat on his dick so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.

“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let him go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would lace around his dick, giving it a big and low stroke that made his thighs clench and a moan leave his lips.

“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” he whimpered when your mouth went back to him, taking him in your throat as fat as it would go. His fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum around his cock and him moan. He felt like chocking with his spit. He has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. He was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there he was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.

He seemed extremely sensitive on the underside of his tip, where you teased him with your tongue, making him moan and whimper as you sucked him off. There was this pressure, this heat building up in his lower stomach that made his head feel all fuzzy and his limbs weak.

“y/n…” he whined, his dick twitching in your mouth and fully leaking. You could feel he was about to cum, and its speed and poor stamina only made him cuter.

“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired him, entertained by his slack jaw and glossed over eyes. He was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how he’d react once he was deep inside you, fucking into you, cumming in you… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.

He shook his head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking him in your fist. “Feels so good, so good, please…” he was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that he was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto his cock and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. He was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt him and led him away from God. And honestly? He’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with his dick on your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at him as you took him down on his throat with all your red lipstick smeared around his cock… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. He was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had him shaking on his spot that he started to moan and whimper more loudly, dick twitching down you throat.

“Please, please, please…” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, his strained pleading making you start to bob your head faster, taking him deeper and sucking him harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” he was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of his first orgasm, which was about to crumble him to pieces.

“Come on pretty boy, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking his tip, fucking him with your hand and taking him deep down your throat, gagging around his cock. That’s all it took for him to fill your throat up, the sound and sight of your gagging, the feeling of your throat clenching around him… His orgasm hit him like a wave. So hard he was gasping for air, as if he were drowning under water. His sight went completely white, mins blank and ears ringing as his body relaxed under your touch. When he came back from it, you were cleaning him up with your tongue, swallowing his warm load and caressing his thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste. You weren’t a big fan of giving head, but you could always made an exception. And Steve could be that exception, as always as he sounded and looked so pretty while you sucked him off. “You okay, baby?” you inquired him as his eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. He shivered when your lips latched to the skin of his hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making his fingers lace harder in your hair.

“y/n…” he whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up his lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of his shirt as you sat back down on his lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.

“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on his face and his dizzy nodding.“Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased him, making him moan as your hands sneaked up his unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on his ear, nibbling on his jaw and making him gasp, his dick was already hardening and twitching against your thigh. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against his lips when he nodded. And he did. In a heartbeat.

Your tongue was quick to push inside his mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against his own. He was shaking when you pushed his hands from your waist to your breasts, he groaned when you squeezed his to make a domino effect and urge him to touch you just how he wanted. “Tell me Stevie, what is it that you want?” you inquired him as your breaths mixed, sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on his neck. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want… I want to make you feel good.” he breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. He wanted to make you feel the way you had made him feel, better, if that could be possible…

You smiled at his words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing his messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making him take a shaky breath as he nodded. “You wanna make feel good, Stevie?” he always had hated that nickname with which Eddie always made fun of him, but he didn’t find it annoying if it were your lips from where it fell. His skin grew on goosebumps when you guided on of his hands down your body, ‘till his fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when his palm cupped your clothed cunt. He felt his heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” he nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick his lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good boy…” you couldn’t know if he had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for him or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when he stared at you like that.

He felt like fainting when he felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, his fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on his fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed his hand upwards, ‘till his fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when he did, what only made him crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against his touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on his neck when you pushed his hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”

Steve was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of his fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Steve knew he was a goner when he found himself swearing. And he didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”

You were clamping around his finger when you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as he started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on his touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Steve.” you gasped out, and he followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing him, and begging him for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.

His dick was twitching like crazy, leaking on his thigh as he took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.

A god he would die to worship.

And he surely felt like cumming when his fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. He wanted more. More of you falling apart. So he curved them once again, and again, and… But before he could know it, he found himself being pushed and laying on his back. “Wh—What?” he tried and ask. Had he done something wrong? If he had… But his voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and he felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like he had ever seen tits before, but if he had he would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… He just wanted to suck and bite on them.

He moaned when you rocked against his hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against his cock. “y/n… Shit.” he could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against him.

“Too much, pretty boy?” you smirked, grabbing his wrists to lead his hands towards your breasts. His big hands made you sigh when his fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…

“y/n…” he breathed out when you leaned in to kiss his neck and chest, marking him all up as he whimpered below you, loosing himself on the way your hips thrusted against his, your lips on his skin, your warm own in between his fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against cock once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating his length as you slid against him. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting his glossy and dazed ones. “More…” he whimpered, needing more, more of you. He noticed the hesitation in your eyes before his lips parted once again, “Please…” his hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.

“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing him so deep and wet that he was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Stevie?” you teased, pressing down against him and making him moan as he nodded. “Want to fuck me raw? Want to cum inside?” he was whimpering when your hand took his cock, sliding it in between your lips, lubing him up.

“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled his eyes at the feeling of you lining him against you, pressing down, teasing him with every false thrust of your hips. He needed to be inside you, needed to make you cum, needed to cum inside, needed you…

“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against his lips before you’d start to sink down on his cock, moaning at the burn of the stretch, of him breaking you in half. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on his chest, moaning as he bottomed out. “Shit, so big…”

“Fuck.” he breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so tight, so warm, so wet… His fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when you were fully seated on his dick. By the way he was twitching inside of you and how his breath sounded strained, you knew he was trying his best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. You were grateful to have time to get used to his size, because he was surely not small, and the position only made him reach deeper inside of you. A moan left his lips when your started to slightly grind on him, you biting down on your lip as he whimpered. “y/n…”

You slowly rose ‘till only the tip stood inside before slamming your hips back down, moaning when he hit your g spot and hearing him groan. “You like that, pretty boy? Your virgin dick seems to, twitching like crazy inside of me.” you teased him, chuckling slightly when he nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself on his cock like the two of you needed.

And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.

“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ he was a babbling mess as he watched you jump up and down his dick —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at his messed up appearance and crooked glasses.

“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when he let out a whimper as you fucked him harder, kissing his neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over his body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every jump on his cock, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against his ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on his happy — and now soaked— trail, the way your warm and soaked pussy sucked him in every time his dick will pull out… It was too much, too much that the brunette could feel tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over his flushed cheeks.

It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.

He whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your shoulders in front of him under his confused gaze. You gave him a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing, stretched wet hole show only for him. His dilated pupils latched to it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. He felt his mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good boy with me, Stevie.” he was quick to sit up and crawl his way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged his mind. He was even quicker to discard his glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.

You gasped for air when he pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing his hard and big fat cock back inside of you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on his shoulder blades as he started to relentlessly fuck you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on his ear, legs crossing over his hips and ass and heels digging on it to press him closer and deeper inside of you. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing him grunt.

He was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on his hair and his lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as he moaned against it. “Fuck Steve, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. He was fucking the brains out of you.

You gasped for air when one of his hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as his hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when he groaned at your tight and pulsing walls. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good boy anymore, huh?” He whined when your fingers tugged harder on his hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as his eyes squeezed shut. He was in a daze. “You like that pretty boy?” you teased, moaning when his grip around your neck tightened and he gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.

You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your g spot making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls milk his twitching cock. “Shit, y/n…” his lips parted in a whimper, his hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of that tight grip, of those pretty moans of yours… He dragged you down on cock with every push of his hips, pulling from you to reach deeper inside. You could feel his tip brushing your cervix.

“Steve i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your dick, shit.” you were choking on your words, even more when one of his hands sneaked down your stomach in between the two of you so his fingertips would press against your clit, making you scream.

Your moans got muffled when he kissed you, his tongue pushing inside your mouth as his thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming inside your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” he could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm approaching right beside his. He wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“

One of your hands came up to his face, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum inside. Inside, please Steve, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. His eyebrows knitted together as his lips fell on a moan, dick twitching as he pumped inside of you one, two, three more times before painting your insides in white, making you moan at the fullness. He was spilling out with every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.

“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following his as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.

“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” he begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes, his fingertips rubbing your clit to extend your orgasm.

He groaned when your walls squeezed him so hard he felt like he could cum once again.

The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, and he didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.

Now Steve understood. He finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.

And Steve was sure to had found his in you.

a/n;

sub inexperienced steve has me kicking my feet and shit, WEEPING. but anyways… i hoped y’all liked this stevie as much as i did! love you all!

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