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#OMG I HADN'T SEEN THAT TRAILER
your-highnessmarvel · 4 months
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Repairs
Requested by @talesofreading : Would you write something where you're a close friend of Steve and one time as your Bike needs some repair, he tells you to bring it to Bucky as he's good in fixing it. You're hesitant first as you have a bad crush on him but you decide to do it. So when you get there he's wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can't resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in his shower together with some passionate smut. Later then he asks you for a proper date? 🤭
AN: omg this was sooooo good to write omg
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, piv, oral (f receiving), fingering, language
*gif not mine
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"Yep, totally busted," Steve said, looking back up at you from where he knelt next to your smoking bike.
You put a hand to your sweaty forehead. Both of you had been at this for the better part of the afternoon, trying to figure out what was wrong with your motorcycle. Steve was in his white wifebeater, stained black from oil and grim, nails coated in dirt. He'd sweated right through his shirt and even his jeans were full of mud and dirt.
You'd sweated your fair share as well, competing with dirt under your nails and sweat right into your hairline. you didn't look any better, but you didn't care; this was your best friend, after all, and you had no reason to try to impress him.
"You know what?" Steve said, putting his tools back into his box. "You should go see Bucky."
You immediately rolled your eyes.
"He's good with bikes, y/n," he commended, seeing the way you shook your head.
"Is this another ploy to set me up with your grumpy best friend?" you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.
Steve got to his feet, dirt-stained hands going right into his pockets. "I mean it, y/n," he said, almost scolded. "I'm not as savvy with bikes as he is. He'd do it if you said I sent you."
"Then come with me!" you said. "Every time I'm alone with him, there's this awkward silence and all he does is grunt as a response."
Steve smiled. "I wish I could come, but I've got a date," he answered.
"Yeah, right," you grumbled. You watched him carefully, your best friend and mentor, and something along the edges of his eyes was curious.
He was shy.
"Who is she?" you asked.
He shrugged. "A girl that I saw at the library." He cut that off pretty short, picking up his tools, his towel, and throwing the keys back at you. "Now, get to Bucky's before it's nightfall."
Bucky lived way out of the city, into the utopian suburbs. You found it funny that this was the life that Bucky chose. After everything you'd heard from him, you'd pictured him in a dingy, half-lit, half-crumbling one-bedroom in Manhattan. Not in the outskirts of the city.
Thank God your car could pull a trailer, or else you'd have had to ask Bucky to meet you at your place, and that just wasn't happening. The thousand-year-old soviet asset was known to be a judger of literally everything.
You pulled into Bucky's parking space, the garage to his tiny little house open, like a black mouth ready to swallow you in. By this time, it was nearing four in the afternoon, and the sun was searing, hot and humid, and with just a foot out of your car, you were already sweating.
You closed the door loudly, maybe trying to announce your presence so you didn't have to knock on the door.
"Hey." It was Bucky, coming out of the shadows of his garage. It took you a second to get the hinges in your jaw to work because, damn.
You'd always thought of Bucky as a man who passed as good looking. Well, when you met him, he was still in heavy therapy and on government surveillance. He still had long, matted brown hair and a face dragged down by sorrow.
But now. Now he'd taken to cleanly shave his hair, leaving a few inches of thick, curling locks on top of his hair, not totally covering his ears. And even though he was slimmer than the last time you'd seen him - he hadn't been working out as much - he still looked... better. Real better.
"Hey," you said, awkwardly waving at him. He was carrying a white rag, cleaning his hands from oil or dirt or whatever else he'd been doing. "Steve said I could come to you if I had problems with my bike?"
He pursed his lips. He came closer, out of the shadows and into the mid-afternoon sun, and you got a good glimpse at him. Golden skin, scars matting his hand, his knuckles. He was wearing a muscle shirt, the kind that was maybe a bit too small for him, molding to his muscles, straining across his metal bicep.
You'd never really seen the arm before. Only flickers of his hands or fingers, but never the entire machine.
You licked your lips, something squeezing in your lower belly.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked.
you shrugged. "Dunno."
He glazed his eyes, rolled them. "Alright, take it down and bring it into the garage."
With a tiny sigh of resentment - he wasn't helping you - you unlatched the ties of your bike and rolled it into the garage. it was darker, a little cooler, inside. As you settled your bike in the dead center of the room, Bucky brought two stools, effortlessly carrying them around.
He sat on his and motioned with a wrench for you to sit beside him. Even though you'd sweated all day in your black t-shirt, and God knows whatever he'd down today, there was something terrific about sitting this close to Bucky.
His tanned fingers worked to open up the bike, his metal hand working the wrench.
"Ah," he said, poking around the engine. "I see what's wrong."
"Is it fixable?" you asked.
He chuckled. "Don't worry, darling," he whispered.
You swallowed the heat climbing up your throat, watching him get to work in silence. Unlike Steve, Bucky didn't tell you what he was doing or why; he just did it.
It took longer than expected. And the more he worked, straining against your bike, the sweatier he got, the more figetting you did.
His flesh arm was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His hand was veined, strained against the metal piece he was holding aside. His fingers were dirty with grime and dust. Even that God damned muscle shirt was stained with dirt and sweat and grime.
By the time he was done, a light sheet of rain was coating the ground outside. It was pitter-pattering against the cement, a slow drone of rain against the tin roof. Almost comforting.
"You can't take your bike out in the rain," he said, putting everything back in its place, stowing his tools and his rags.
You gulped. "Yeah, I'm sure the rain will let off soon." You dragged your sweaty palms onto your jeans nervously. It caught Bucky's eye.
He stood, dragging your eyes up to his figure. He was so tall, so wide at the shoulders, sweating in his shirt, hair a mess.
"I've got beer inside," he said, throwing the rag in the corner of the garage, placing his tools on his self-made wooden desk. Then he turned to you and gestured to the front door. "Come on."
You followed him out into the rain, walking quickly up the steps and into his home, which smelled of him, something woodsy, and air freshener.
You were humid, rain dotting your skin as you took off your sneakers and followed him into the kitchen. The air conditioning was making you cold.
his home was cozy but so boyish. No decorations but a huge TV. A grey couch with not pillows or blankets. Empty liquor bottles as props over the refrigerator, which droned on and on. There was only one magnet on his fridge, and it read "I love NY!" Which was ironic because Bucky didn't love anything.
"Here," he said, offering you an ice cold beer, but it did nothing to warm you up. You leaned back against his kitchen counter, sipping on your beer, watching him poke around the inside of his fridge. The yellow light cast on his face like a glow, and he hummed when he found what he wanted.
By the time he took out the rolled up cheese, he saw you shivering by the sink.
"I'm sorry," you said, settling the beer down. "I'm just a bit cold from the rain."
He hummed, slamming the cheese rolls on the kitchen table.
"We ought to warm you up," he said, diving back into the fridge to get a beer, which he opened and took a five good gulps before he wiped his wet mouth.
"Yeah," you chuckled, pressing your hands against your arms, searching for heat.
The super soldier, immune to any heat or cold or anything really, stood before you with his sticky muscle shirt molding to every nook in his muscles. His arms, his chest, down to his abs. Water had made it almost see-through, and you felt like a perv watching as he breathed, watching his muscles contract beneath the fabric.
"You should take a shower, y/n," he said, tone low.
You startled, eyes dragging from his abs to his face in a split second. Did you smell? Was that why he'd said that?
"You're shivering, poor thing," he said, clucking his tongue, taking another wild swing of his beer. And you noticed that he was eyeing you took, at your jeans sticking to your thighs, your hips. At your wet shirt glueing to the curve of your waist and breasts.
He set his beer down and offered his hand. "Come."
On some instinct you'd never registered before, you took his hand, flesh fingers warm and calloused.
He led you into a small bathroom with no windows. where various male paraphernalia was strewn across the sink. He pulled the shower curtian back and started the shower and you just stood there like a fish out of water; mouth slightly agape, your hand still loosely holding on to his.
"Bucky?"
He hummed.
"I don't get it," you said.
He returned his gaze to yours, satisfied with the steam rising from the shower. He gave you a small, tight smile. "Get undressed," he said, gesturing his chin at you, dropping your hand.
You stood there like a statue, examining him; from the hard jawline, the seriousness in his eyes, the way his skin pulled back when he moved his mouth.
Then, harder this time, "Get undressed or freeze, sweetheart."
The nickname, the pet name, sent a wave of fresh heat right into your face.
He watched, then slowly, he smiled. Like a rpedator trying to win its prey without having to sink teeth into flesh.
He took a tiny step towards you, watching your breath hitch, and he slid metal fingers under your shirt, pulling it up until it came right off your head. Your hair flopped back down over your shoulders, covering your bra.
He bit his lip. You watched, entranced as he moved to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs. He was agile because he took your panties off with it.
He came back to his full towering height, and he brushed your hair behidn your shoulders, exposing your chest, your full flesh to him.
He snaked an arm around your waist, and you gulped, the feel of his hands, burning metal fingers, was like a lightning bolt had erupted under your skin.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, close to your ear, his breath in your hair. "So fucking gorgeous." He slid his metal hand up and then your bra was sliding off your arms.
"Let me touch you, y/n," he whispered in your ear. You gulped, nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart," and his voice was rugged, wretched, as both his hands slid careful fingertips up on your ribcage.
"Yes, Bucky," you whispered.
He huffed against you. And then his metal hand engulfed your breast, knead it the way he wanted, and his lips found your neck. You whimpered, taken by surprise by his sudden act of devotion. His tender fingers pulling your nipple, drumming against your ribs, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses up your jugular.
When he kissed you, his mouth was warm and wet, and he molded his lips to yours carefully, like he didn't want to scare you off.
You kissed him back just as carefully, confused and distraught, unaware that for years, Bucky had been yearning for this opportunity. For this moment where he finally had you alone.
Quickly, the kiss became rougher. Your hands pulled at the soft, thick strands of his hair and he pulled you aainst his with his metal arm around your waist. He nipped at you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, groaning as his flesh finger felt you.
He skimmed along your navel, until he could cup you in his palm. You squeaked, taken by surprise. "Easy there, princess," he whispered against your mouth. "Just wanna make you feel good."
He dove right back for a kiss, delving his tongue behidn your teeth while his fingers started working circles around your clit.
You had realized how riled up he'd gotten you, like a hardwire ready to snap.
You bent like a bow in his arms, moaning against his mouth as his fingers continued to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. And when he prodded farther, where you most ached for him, he moaned against your mouth when he felt just how soaked you were.
"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, pulling his mouth from yours.
You almost whimpered at the lost of contact, but he picked you up so effortlessly, so quickly, that you hadn't registered that you were now sitting on the edge of the sink until you couldn't see him anymore. All you could see was the steam rising from the shower, clogging the bathroom, settling on your skin in dotted water drops.
And Bucky, on his knees, pulling your knees apart. His eyes, hooded and so blue, looked up at you as he kissed the inside of your thigh.
"One leg on my shoulder, baby," he ordered, his metal hand under your thigh, helped you move until you were almost straddling his face. "That's it, good girl," he groaned, biting into the plush of your thighs.
The angle sent you backward, back against the cold mirror, and one hand hanging onto the edge. Ready to plummet or fly, you couldn't tell.
His mouth teetered around your pussy, kissing along your thighs, until he settled over your clit and gave you one long swipe of his tongue.
Your head fell backwards, eyes closing, hips searching for his mouth.
"You taste so sweet," he cooed, pressing another long lick from your hole to your clit.
A strangled moan escaped your clenched teeth when he sucked on your clit, one of your hands digging into his hair and pulling him where you wanted him.
The room was filled with the filthy sound of Bucky getting his fill, lapping you up and sucking in your clit like a man starved. Both hands leaving ink-blue marks in your hips.
He worshipped your clit, flicking and sucking to a rhythm that had your thighs shaking against his face, with you pulling his hair by the roots. He sucked and fucked your hole with his tongue until a knot formed right under your belly button and exploded in white hot lightning.
As your orgasm washed through you in waves, rocking against his face, a moan hitched in your throat.
Bucky held your thighs open, refusing to let them close, and lapped up his fill.
When you were but a trembling, babbling mess, Bucky it into your thigh, kissing up your knee until he was standing between your legs. His eyes were hooded, pupils blown, mouth red and glittering, swollen from the kisses he'd lain on your clit.
"Come 'ere," he groaned, grabbing you by the back of the neck, bringing you upright on the counter. He brought his mouth to yours in a feverish, harsh kiss that left you dizzy and scrambling to keep up with him.
You pushed him away, grappling at his shirt, pulling it over his head. You gorged on the sight, on the tanned skin exposed, the scar where his metal shoulder meshed with his flesh. You touched the tips of your fingers to his metal shoulder, skimming down to his hand.
He took your mouth again, pressing you back into the mirror, hands in your hair, on your breast, skimming down back to your dripping hole.
He entered one flesh finger, pressing against your walls, so slippery and warm. He hummed, feeling your breasts against his chest as you bowed your back at the sensation.
You patted him through his pants, feeling him warm and hard against your touch. He hissed at the sensation, nipping at your mouth.
He continued to move his digit in and out of you, pressing his palm to your clit. You continued palming him, pressing against the impressive length of him until he groaned and took himself out of his pants, dropping them at his ankles and kicking them away.
Your mouth opened in a small 'o' at the sight of him, hard and thick, tip dripping precum.
"Too much for you sweetheart?" he asked, pressing his forehead to yours, thumbs on each side of your jaw.
You shook your head, gulped, saw the faint smile that crossed his face. He watched you with keen eyes as he lined himself with your soaked heat.
He pressed his thumb against your mouth, kissing you, as he slowly inched in. He watched you take it, watched as your mouth opened, brows curving upward.
"Don't give up on me baby," he whispered, nipping at your mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw.
He slid himself to the hilt, grabbing your hip in a bruising grip, metal hand pressed against the foggy mirror over your head.
You gasped, latching onto his shoulders for dear life as he pulled back and thrust back into you, feeling you clench and flitter around him.
You whimpered, body pressing up against the mirror with one harsh thrust from his hips.
"That feel good, huh?" he asked, boring his eyes into yours, keeping a slow, languid pace with his hips. "Tell me, y/n, that feel good when I fuck you?"
You nodded, feeling him slick, sliding into you with ease, stretching your walls and hitting that spot deep in you that made you writhe.
"Yes, Bucky," you answered, breathlessly, scratching at his flesh shoulder.
He groaned, taking your mouth with his, speeding up his thrusts, making your head catch on the mirror. You moaned against his mouth, giving up full control of your body to his, at the mercy of every thrust, every change in rhythm.
"Taking me so well," he grunted, hiding his face in your shoulder, bruising grip on your hip helping him thrust himself deeper into you. Then he pulled himself up, face hovering over yours, searching your gaze wildly. "You like it when I fucked this tight little hole?" he asked, and again, his tone was scratching the surface of something wilder.
You nodded, feeling a knot form in your belly, your thighs closing around his hips. His mouth stretched into a smile, pounding deeper and faster into you. "Yeah, you do," he said, almost mockingly, pressing a sweaty forehead to yours. "I see the way you always look at me," he grunted, kissing your mouth, humming at the moan that left your lips.
"Bucky, please," you whispered, eyes falling shut, your orgasm on the brink of breaking.
"I feel you, y/n, come on," he grunted, keeping a harsh, pounding pace until your legs shook and your orgasm broke through you in waves. "Fuck, that's so tight," he breathed, chasing his own end, pounding into your tightening hole.
A stuttered moan left your lips as you clung to Bucky, rocking into your orgasm with every thrust, feeling the wave of pleasure reach your toes. His metal hand came slamming onto the mirror beside your ear, cracking into the glass as he pounded into you, breathless and wordless until he gave you a few sloppy thrusts and he was spending himself in you.
He stayed there a few moments, breathing with you, kissing you softly until he pulled out of you. You stuttered, a breath hitched in your throat, as you felt him leaking out of you.
He met your gaze, leaning back to examine his work, and then he slowly helped you to your feet. You giggled at your loss of coordination, hearing Bucky chuckle too as he helped you into the shower.
You let the warm spray wash his seed from the inside of your thighs, soak into your hair.
"Warm enough?" he asked, chin on your shoulder.
You chuckled. "I've been warm enough for a little while."
He hummed, placing both hands along your waist. He helped you wash up, lathering your skin and hair, helping you wash out the suds.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pressing tender kisses to your shoulder. "You're quiet."
"Yes," you answered, looking over your shoulder at him. "Are you?"
He smiled, eyes low. He raised his brows. "I am now," he whispered.
When you were done with the shower and you were both drying up, Bucky tied his towel around his waist and watched you put your hair up in a towel.
"What?" you asked.
He snorted. "It isn't like me to do...this," he said, leaning against the sink. His chest was wet, glistening spots lingering down to his abs. It was enough to make you want to do this again.
You smiled but didn't answer, focused on getting your towel around your torso.
"Do you want to go out to dinner sometime?" he asked, and you looked up, met his eyes across the steamy bathroom, and smiled.
"Yeah, of course."
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babybluebex · 1 year
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OKAY I need to know about Perv!Eddie and princess, and their first time having sex 👀 how do you think Eddie would go about it, what would princess think? Give me everything and anything. I need your thoughts (PS LOVE U)
omg i love you too mwah cw dubcon (kinda), unprotected sex, p in v sex, praise kink, overstimulation, premature ejaculation, daddy kink REALLY shines here folks, princess and eddie are both kinda two pump chumps in this but it's ok
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By the time Monday rolled around, everyone had heard about the fight. Even if they hadn't heard of it, Eddie's face told the tale of it: a single punch, no fight back, by all accounts a lost fight. Over the weekend, his eyes had turned fully black and purple, yellowing around the edges, his nose swollen up. He still breathed through his mouth, saying that breathing through his nose hurt too much, and you kissed his pouted lips every time he hissed and complained.
Eddie met your parents that week too. You had confessed to your shocked parents that you had a boyfriend, and Eddie had been polite, shaking your father's hand and complimenting your mother's earrings. You knew that they hated the idea of you dating Eddie instead of some boy from the country club, but you assured them that he was good to you and was deserving of the title of your first boyfriend. Your mother made you promise, though, no more staying the night at Eddie's trailer, and you had agreed.
And now, Friday night. Where Eddie typically would have been making money hand over fist at Steve's party, he sat on your pink bed and watched as you introduced him to all of your stuffed animals. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing their names and learning all about them, and you situated a certain tan stuffed bear in your lap, facing Eddie. "This is Mr. Teddy," you told him, touching one of the stuffy's arms and making him wave at Eddie. "I've had Mr. Teddy for a long time."
"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asked. "Is he your favorite?"
You bit your lip as you considered it, and you jokingly looked at the other stuffies in forlorn despair. "Don't tell the others," you said, and Eddie smiled, scooping you up in his arms.
"You're just so cute," Eddie chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I could eat you right up." He kissed you again, his hands reaching down to your thighs and tickling you lightly. You giggled and pushed on his chest, trying to keep him away, but Eddie doubled down and leaned forward, tickling your inner thighs. "Eat you right up, princess, just right up."
"Daddy!" you shrieked, giggling and laughing, and you grabbed at his shirt. "Stop it, it tickles!"
"Oh, does it?" Eddie asked. "I would never want to tickle you, pretty girl, I'd never wanna see you all smiles like this."
You breathed deeply to control your laughter, and you found Eddie smiling hard at you as you came down. Quickly, you pounced on him, pressing your mouth to his, and he grunted in surprise before he grabbed at your hips and kissed you back. "I love you, Daddy," you told him, and Eddie's cheeks dusted your favorite color of pink, his light freckles making him look like the most handsome strawberry you had ever seen.
"I love you too, princess," Eddie told you, smacking another quick kiss on your lips. "I really do, I love you a whole lot."
"I love you a whole lot," you told him, kissing him once more. You were careful with your kisses, although you didn't want to be, making sure not to hit his nose with yours. If you had it your way, you would be kissing Eddie with reckless abandon, your mouth all over his and his tongue deep between your lips. Maybe, you thought, you could get close.
Carefully, you parted your legs over Eddie's hard thigh and deepened the kiss as much as you figured you could, tilting your head gently biting his bottom lip, and Eddie hummed softly as his hands bunched in your skirt, drawing it up slightly, just to hit the curve of your ass. "What're you doing?" he mumbled against your mouth, and he broke the kiss to look down at your bodies. "Princess, what is this?"
"What is what?" you asked softly, fashioning your eyes into your best innocent doe look. "I'm just kissing you, Daddy."
"Alright, you're up to something," Eddie chuckled. "You're being devious, what do you want?"
"I just wanna kiss you!" you told him. "I can't kiss you the way I want, though."
"How do you want, princess?" Eddie asked, his hands smoothing down over your plump ass and squeezing gently. "I'll give you whatever you want, you know this."
"Want those kisses with your tongue," you mumbled. "But your nose—"
"That won't stop me," Eddie said. "Silly goose, I'd be down to fuck with my nose like this, nothing's gonna stop me."
Your heart beat out of your chest, and you mumbled, "Really?"
"Yeah," Eddie said. "I mean, if your parents weren't just downstairs, I would rock your pretty little world right now. Baby, I've wanted to do that with you since I met you."
"Oh," you said in a hushed tone, and you bit your lip hard as you thought. "Um, my parents usually spend Saturday nights at the country club. They don't come home 'til late. M-Maybe you could come by tomorrow a-and do that?"
"Say it, baby," Eddie said. "I hate when you don't use your words. Say it: I could come by, and fuck you. Except I wouldn't really be fucking you, it would be more making love, but you know. Ya know what, say that instead: I'll make love to you."
"You'll make love to me," you repeated. You liked the way the words felt on your lips, and you reached forward and pulled Eddie into a soft kiss, twisting an unruly curl around your finger as Eddie held you close. "I like the way that sounds."
"Good," Eddie said. "But just because we make these plans doesn't mean they're set into stone, alright? If you wanna back out, please let me know, because I'd rather you stop me and leave me hanging than make you think you have to do this."
"You're not making me do anything," you told him softly, and Eddie grinned into your kiss. "I promise this time."
"Good girl," Eddie said softly. "I should probably get going, Wayne's gonna be leaving for work soon. I love you, princess, alright? I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright!" you chirped, and you watched from the bed as Eddie slipped his jacket back on and tied his shoes back up. Everything he did left you in a daze, and you smiled when he ruffled your hair up and kissed the tip of your nose. "Bye, Daddy!"
"Bye, sweet pea," Eddie said. "I can't wait."
The next day’s night couldn't come soon enough. The day dragged on while also passing extremely quickly, and, before you knew it, your parents were leaving for the country club. "Invite some friends over," your mother told you. "Order a pizza or something. But no Eddie, alright? I don't like that boy being here when we aren't."
"Whatever you say," you agreed from your place on the couch, channel surfing as you waited for them to leave. "Have fun tonight!"
"You too, darling," your father said, and your mother kissed your head before she grabbed her purse, and your parents swiftly left. You waited until you saw their car disappear down the street before you grabbed at the phone by the couch, and you dialed Eddie's number methodically and clutched the plastic as you waited for him to answer.
"Munsons," a gruff voice answered, and you cleared your throat.
"Hi, Wayne!" you grinned. "Umm, is Eddie there?"
"Hey, honey," Wayne said, and you could hear his smile. You liked Eddie's uncle Wayne; he was kind, if maybe a little rough around the edges, but it only reminded you of your own Daddy. "He's right here, hang on." There was a moment of quiet as the phone was transferred, and Eddie's voice filled your ear. His voice was still a little gummy from his healing nose, but it just made him sound a little sick as opposed to actually hurt like it used to.
"Hi, princess," Eddie said. "I was just getting ready to head over. Is now a good time?"
"Yeah," you told him. "My parents just left. Are you stopping at the store on the way over?"
"I can," Eddie said. "What do you want?"
"I-I don't know," you stammered. "What sorta stuff do you need to make love?"
"Oh," Eddie said softly. "I already have all of that, and I'm bringing it. No worries, princess, I've got this covered. All you've gotta do is wait for me to come over and everything will be alright, I guarantee it. Okay? I've got this covered."
"Alright," you said softly. "Whatever you say, Daddy."
"Hey, what's wrong?" Eddie asked. "You sound off."
"I'm just..." you started, and you worried your lip between your teeth. "I'm just a little nervous about it. Will it hurt?"
"Well," Eddie started, and there was a jostling as you imagined him moving from the living room and as far into his bedroom as the phone cord would allow him. "I mean, you remember how it felt when I put my fingers inside you? It'll feel a little like that, but maybe a little... Bigger? I'm not sure how to explain it, baby, but it might hurt a little bit."
"O-Okay," you stammered. "Th-That's fine."
"Are you alright?" Eddie asked. "Do you still wanna do it? We don't have to if you're too nervous."
"No, I-I still wanna," you said. "I'm just nervous, is all. But I know you'll take care of me."
"Good girl," Eddie said softly. "I'll take good care of you. Just wait a little longer, baby, then I'll be right there."
And right there Eddie came, hardly an hour later. He gave you a gentle kiss as he walked in, and he took your hand and led you up to your bedroom. "You alright, sweet pea?" he asked, and you nodded, sitting down on your bed and drawing your legs up to your chest. "I need your words right now, princess, nodding isn't enough. This is part of sex, you need to talk to me."
"M'okay," you told him. "Can you show me what you brought?"
"Sure, baby," Eddie said, and he shucked off his jacket, going into the pockets and extracting a small bottle and a handful of foil packets. "So, this is, umm, this is lube. It'll help get everything get everything slick so I fit inside you without it hurting too much. And these are condoms. I wasn't sure if you wanted to use them or not, so I brought them just in case."
For once, Eddie also looked nervous, and you reached out for his hand. He took it gently, admiring you from his place in front of you, and you whispered, "Kiss me, Daddy."
He didn't waste any time, leaning down and sealing his lips to yours. His hands cupped your jaw as he kissed you, and he chased you back further onto your bed, and you keened into his grip when his tongue pushed into your mouth. You loved the special kisses he gave you, and you moaned high in your throat when Eddie situated himself over you, nudging your legs open with his knee. Your hips jutted down onto his thigh, desperately searching for any type of friction to help your tingles, and one of Eddie's big hands floated down to cup your pussy through your panties.
"Aw, baby," Eddie cooed, and he kissed your bottom lip as he started to tug off your panties. "You're shaking. You want it that bad?"
"Yeah," you hiccuped, and you helped him take down your undies and discard them on the bed, your hands going next to your skirt to tug it down. "Want it so bad, Daddy, the tingles are really bad."
"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asked. "Have I told you about your little button?"
You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, and Eddie touched his finger to the top of your pussy, just between your lips. A bolt of electricity shocked through your body and you squealed, and Eddie smirked as his finger started to lightly play with you, flicking your "button". "Does that feel good?" Eddie asked, and you nodded quickly. "Good, baby, tell me if it doesn't, alright? Tell me whenever you don't feel good and I'll fix it."
Eddie's fingers fell away from your little button in order to shove your shirt over your heart, and he moaned softly when your tits fell free for him, your nipples already pebbled up. "I've always loved your tits," Eddie said, and he leaned down and licked over one of your nipples with his flat tongue before he sucked it between his lips. "V'wanted to do this since the first day I met you, princess, that first day at the bench."
"Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, and your back arched as Eddie sucked hard at your nipple, nodding.
"Oh, yeah," Eddie said, dropping from your nipple. He leaned up for a moment, examining your naked body underneath him, and you reached up for his hand.
"Daddy?" you asked. "I want you really bad."
"How bad?" Eddie asked. "How badly do you want me?"
"So bad," you whined. "I-I'm really wet, Daddy, can't you feel it?" You moved your threaded fingers down to your pussy and pressed his hand against you, and Eddie grinned.
"I can feel it, princess," he said, and he let his fingers play in the wetness that clung to your pussy. "You're so cute. We might need some of that lube I brought, though."
"Okay," you said, and you watched Eddie get off of the bed. His hands went to his belt and he began to undress himself, and you instinctually looked away before Eddie cleared his throat.
"Baby," he said. "You've gotta look. It's not rude."
"Sorry," you told him. "Force of habit."
"That's okay," Eddie said, and you looked back just in time to watch his pants drop to the floor with a clink of the chain and belt. He didn't waste any time in getting undressed, only stopping to watch you as he dragged his boxers down his legs, and you swallowed thickly at the sight of his cock. You had never seen one before (unless the one in your biology textbook counted), and you watched as one of his big, ringed hands wrapped around his flushed cock and gently tugged. "You like it, princess?"
"Y-Yeah," you mumbled. "Just a little... Big. S'it gonna fit?"
"It'll fit, baby," Eddie said, and you didn't miss the red flush that infiltrated his cheeks. "I'll make sure it does."
"O-Okay," you mumbled, and you opened your arms for him. When he came and laid on top of you now, his skin was warm against yours, and you squeaked as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His cock was hot as he touched it to your pussy, and Eddie's mouth pressed against yours in a hungry kiss, sloppy and spitty and wonderful. His tongue pressed into your mouth and his hands gripped at your waist meanly as he rocked his hips down onto yours.
You moaned at the feeling of it, and Eddie moaned gently into your mouth as his cock bobbed. "My perfect princess," Eddie whispered, lifting his hand from your waist and smoothing down your hair beside your face, and he gently kissed your lips before he said, "I love you."
"I love you too," you whispered, feeling the last of your fear and anxiety wash away with Eddie's words. "Make love to me, Daddy."
"Alright," Eddie whispered. "I will. We're not using a condom, princess, I just gotta feel you all pretty and raw."
"Whatever you want, Daddy," you told him. There was a bit of shuffling to get into the position Eddie wanted you in, your hips lifted just a bit as he sat back on his feet, and he tugged on his cock a few times as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
Finally, he seemed ready, and he took a deep breath. "Can I tell you a secret, baby?" Eddie asked, and you nodded quickly. "I'm a little nervous too."
"Why?" you asked. "You've done this before."
"But never with you," Eddie said. "Never anyone that I really love. You're the first person I've ever made love to."
"Oh," you said softly. "Well, don't be nervous, Daddy. Everything'll be okay."
"Thank you, princess," Eddie mumbled. "Thanks for, um, letting me take your virginity. I appreciate you letting me be the one."
"Of course," you said. "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else but you."
"Anyone but me," Eddie echoed, and he took his cock in his hand again and lightly pressed it to your hole. The ruddy head of him slipped inside for just a moment, just long enough for you to gasp, and Eddie quickly said, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to—"
"Daddy," you whined. "Want more! It feels good."
"More?" Eddie asked, and his eyes flicked from your face down to your pussy. "Sure, princess, I can do more." He hesitated for a moment, then he worked up a mouthful of spit and let it fall into your hole, getting you wetter and allowing himself to sink further inside you.
The stretch was just like when his fingers were inside you, a little bit of a burn persisting, and you moaned as he sank deeper and deeper inside you, filling you right up. Your heart was beating quickly and you grabbed up at Eddie's hair, dragging him down into a deep kiss as he bottomed out, his balls nestling against your ass. "Fuck," Eddie whispered. "Good girl, good fucking girl. Can you feel how deep I am?"
"Yes," you whimpered out. You felt as if you could feel him all in your tummy, and your legs tightened around his waist as he started to pull back. "No, Daddy, stay!"
"It's alright, pretty girl," Eddie assured you. "This is how sex feels good, okay?"
"Alright," you whispered on a shaky breath, and you looked down at where your bodies connected to watch as Eddie pulled himself out of you almost the whole way, leaving just the spongy head of his cock inside you before he flexed his hips and sank deep back inside your pussy. The drag of his warm skin on your wet walls made those wild tingles and lightning appear again, and you whined high as Eddie laughed.
"Feel good?" he asked, and you nodded quickly.
"Don't stop, please," you told him. "I like it."
"God, fuck," Eddie spat as he started up a slow rhythm, and he said, "I said you'd feel great around a cock, I fucking said it, didn't I..."
"Daddy," you moaned, and Eddie groaned, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck. "Daddy, feels so good."
"Does for me too," Eddie whispered. His thrusts were already getting fast and a little sloppy, and he groaned deep in his throat as you felt his cock throb inside you. "Fuck, princess, I'm sorry, I'm already close. Just-Just finally having you, and you feel so fucking good..."
"It's okay, Daddy," you told him, and Eddie grunted softly as he tried to fuck you slowly, to make sure you felt good. "If you wanna go faster, you can."
"Are you sure?" Eddie asked. "I'm supposed to be all nice to you right now, losing your virginity and everything—"
"Don't be nice," you told him. "Do what you want. I won't be upset."
"Are you sure?" Eddie asked, and you nodded. "Alright, princess. You asked for it." He took a moment to readjust his hands on your hips, holding you tighter, and his thrusts started again, this time faster and harder than before. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was loud, almost too loud, his balls hitting your sticky pussy and falling away with every thrust, and you gasped as Eddie gnashed his teeth and fucked you hard.
The erratic pistoning of his hips had you seeing stars every time he pushed in, a little bit of pain ebbing at the edges of your vision, but you loved it. The tingling was at an all-time high, and you worried that you too would cum too quickly, but Eddie leaned down and bit at your neck, distracting you from your needs for just a moment. "Daddy!" you cried. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Fucking cum, baby," Eddie mumbled from your neck. "You can do it, cum for me, princess, let me see that pretty pussy cream on my cock."
You threaded your fingers in Eddie's hair as he fucked you, and you whimpered and whined while Eddie continued his assault on your neck, kissing and biting and licking over the marks to take the sting out of them. The tingles were overwhelming, just like they had been before, and you could hardly squeak out a "Daddy!" before the knot inside your tummy came undone. Your sensitive walls throbbed hard around Eddie's cock as you came, and Eddie groaned deep in his chest. "Good girl," Eddie whispered. "Oh, baby girl, cumming so hard, I love you so much."
"I love you, Daddy," you told him, tears pricking at your eyes as your belly continued to quiver with your orgasm. Your chest warmed as Eddie grinned into your neck, and he kissed your skin once more before tugging himself from your neck to hover over you.
"Oh, crying?" he asked, moving his hand to wipe away your tears. "Don't cry, princess, I'm really not worth it."
"J-Just feels so good," you whimpered, and Eddie leaned down and swiped a kiss on your lips.
"I know, baby," Eddie cooed. "Hang on for just a second longer and I'll cum too. You want me to feel good too, right?"
"Yeah," you said, pulling him back in for a sloppy kiss. Eddie readjusted his grip on your hips as his strokes slowed, and he moaned into your mouth as his cock throbbed inside you. The tingles returned full-force, almost painful with the intensity, and you whimpered out, "Fuck, Daddy! It's too much..."
"Does it hurt?" Eddie asked, and you nodded.
"Too much," you whined, and Eddie carefully tugged himself out of your pussy and repositioned himself above you, knees on either side of your hips. He started to tug his cock again, trying to work himself to finish, and he cooed down at you with pouted lips.
"My little princess is all sensitive, huh?" he asked. "My poor, sweet girl, can't take it for long enough to make Daddy cum. That's okay, baby, we can practice and you'll be able to take it."
His hand worked quicker and quicker on himself as he tried to make himself cum, and finally a flush in his chest and quiver in his belly clued you in to just how close he was. "Daddy?" you whispered, and Eddie grunted at you as he brought himself to his finish. His hips stuttered as he spilled all over your belly, thick white cum spurting from his ruddy head, landing on your tummy and making you writhe. You should have hated the way it felt, but you loved it. You had made Daddy cum.
"I know this is gonna hurt," Eddie said, and he shuffled himself as he reopened your legs and pushed his still-hard cock inside you again. The tingles and lightning were overwhelming, and you grabbed hard at his shoulders as you whimpered in pain, but Eddie shushed you and kissed you gently. "Just need to be inside you again. You're so warm, princess, got so cold without you."
"Ugh, Daddy," you grumbled. "S'all sticky."
"I know, princess, I know," Eddie whispered. His chest was still heaving from cumming, but he held you close and gently kissed all over your face as you both started to come down from your highs.
Finally, it all sank under your skin, and you held Eddie close to you as he hummed softly in your ear. You had sex with Eddie, the freak and the outcast and the pervert, but you loved it. You loved him, despite every flaw he had and every wound that he had given you. He had groveled and gone from the moon and back to prove himself to you, and this was the final proof for you: he was cuddling with you. You couldn't imagine the man that you met ever wanting to cuddle after making love. Eddie was changed for the better, and you loved every part of him for it.
"Daddy?" you whispered. "You love me, right?"
Eddie paused his humming to sit up, his dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at you. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Of course I love you. I love you so much, it makes my heart hurt."
"You really love me?" you asked. "You sure? You're not just using me for sex?"
"Of course not," Eddie said quickly. "Why, do you feel like I did? Fuck, I am so sorry—"
"Daddy, stop, stop," you said quickly, and you held him close as you kissed the tip of his nose. "I was just checking."
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My broken Angel - Gage x fem!reader
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warning : drug use, use of mommy/ma'm, emotional, angst, hurt/comfort, smutish, blood, emotional breakdown, no use of Y/n, afab reader
Summary : A call that had saved him and his colleague Gage was free. But free from the old building did not mean free from the addiction and the day. He needed someone, he needed his girlfriend to take care of him and relieve him of any pain.
Info : It's been far to long since I have wrote something for Rory's characters and today say hello to Gage from Bullet Head a newcomer in my masterlist but my sweet angel. No seriously he is so inspirational just by looking at him OMG. So anyways have fun reading and I hope you Rory lovers have found your way back here ;)
Ps : I tried to look the movie online obviously not illegal but somehow my internet was like ,,No-No-No we don't do that here". So I only had a scene pack on youtube, edits and trailer of the movie to get his charcter/personality. I hope despite it I wrote him good.
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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. A break-in, it was just a damn break-in, a robbery and not something that should scale. At least that's what the three of them thought, it was supposed to be simple and not the possible end of their careers.
But in the end it was a nightmare the dog was not the man's friend the dog who tried to kill them the police and the men from the illegal dog fight they all tried to get them. If a call hadn't gone through, if one more thing hadn't happened.
If Gage hadn't been successful in calling his girlfriend, they would never have gotten out of here. She could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was stammering slightly and was nervous that something was wrong.
,,Just wait as best you can, I'll be right there," she had exclaimed into the cell phone for fear he wouldn't hear before she had rushed into the car to drive to the place. Her fear grew by the minute.
She didn't approve of his robbery, didn't approve of his secret, didn't approve of what he was doing. And yet her own job was not enough with his to pay any bills.
It was necessary, and although he was so fragile when you broke him, he sacrificed himself for her. ,,I'll-I'll take any job for you," he had once said as he gently pulled her into his arms.
His blue eyes showed truth and yet she saw the fear that he knew was dangerous. Saw that he was full of fear of the world, he would stay with her and would prefer to stay in her arms.
Ever since they had met, she had given him a bowl of soup at the food bank, something like dependency had developed between them. She was his anchor, his everything. And he would do anything for her so as not to lose her, but he would do just as much for his addiction.
She had seen it at first, the twitching, the nervousness, his diminished eye contact. But the worst was when she found him in her bathroom with the needle next to him, the oozing blood flowing from his arm and the tear-stained look on his face.
She didn't feel disgust or revulsion, she felt devotion. She called him angel from then on. Since then he was the image of a broken angel. The black hair, the bright blue eyes, the self-harm in the form of addiction.
He was so fragile that she believed that if she left him he would kill himself, that he saw no point in giving up, that he was so scarred by life. And yet she let him do his business, relying on his colleagues to make sure everything went well. Until now.
Now she raced through the streets in her car towards the building, knowing that all she had to do was open the door and get out, but she didn't know what she would find. 
Please just be complete,she pleaded inwardly, thinking back to that evening. As she slowly knelt down to him, she picked up the needle and looked at it.
Saw the drop of the drug, saw how the heroin had to go through his body. ,,I'm...so-sorry," she had heard him murmur as he opened his eyes, saw him looking at her and felt her heart beat faster.
She knew it was wrong that she wasn't disgusted and angry. But she wasn't angry like she should be, her anger came from the worry that he would die one day.
But before she let this coldness of punishment out on him or even let it get to him, she felt his cold, slightly trembling hand on hers. How he tried powerlessly to move up slightly to get closer to her. ,,You're just so... helpless," she replied, making it sound like a statement she was right to make.
He didn't speak back, just nodded silently and cuddled her almost pleadingly in her arms. He knew that she would always take him in and catch him. That she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't hit him, wouldn't be brutal like his father.
She was almost like a mother and was only too willing to blur this reality. ,,My helpless Gage, you'll never do it for me again, will you?" she asked, putting her arms around him. She could feel him looking at her, taking his head off her shoulder and moving closer to her.
He wanted to kiss her but she used her hand to gently grip his jaw. ,,I promise, I'm sorry...Mommy," he said, tears gathering in his blue eyes before she released him and he gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell limply back into her arms.
And all this while the little trickle of blood ran from his arm. The first time he had called her that she had accepted that he needed it.
She would not let him fall apart in this world. That was the first time she had ever seen him so ready. And now? ,,How do I find you now?" she asked into the car when she finally arrived at the building.
Getting out of the car and trying to find an entrance, the situation soon revealed itself, a dead getaway driver, Gage's colleagues suspiciously quiet, the sound of a dog barking what almost seemed like a farewell and then she saw him. ,,Gage! You're alive!" she shouted when she saw the black-haired man who seemed to be hiding behind the two older men.
,,Hello dear," he mumbled and lowered his gaze, not wanting her to see him like this, but the blood that had flowed from his nose was already dripping and he couldn't get rid of it without water. Besides, the pain and the smell of metal distracted him from the addiction that was raging inside him.
,,Your nose is bleeding," she realized with fear and carefully grasped his face, looking left and right to see if he still had anything. Every further bruise and every scratch and scrape made her heart ache even more.
,,It's...nothing," he said, mumbling, knowing that the other two wanted to go home, away from this place, that his friend was the thing that separated them from freedom. He gently took her hand, it was cold, and she saw his smile, saw through it, knew he was suffering.
The sigh that left her lips made him slightly sincere. Wordlessly, she squeezed his hand and gave him a look that could best be interpreted as one of concern before she opened the car and they all got in.
The engine started and they drove away from this terrible place. It was quiet between the four of them, no one said anything, no one dared or wanted to.
They had all experienced too much to want to dwell on it. She saw in the rear-view mirror that the two older ones were looking out of the window, their thoughts still completely elsewhere.
If he had died, I would have blamed you, she thought, her hands tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. His colleagues were the reason why he was now almost slumped over in the passenger seat.
His hands folded on his lap, she saw him trying to rub off the excess skin on the sides. The blood was still on him and he just looked completely wiped out. ,,It's going to be okay," she said softly and put her hand on his thigh for a moment. She felt him flinch and his gaze went to her.
The broken angel. She saw again the angel she loved and cared for. ,,It will be," he replied almost appathetically and squeezed her hand lightly, a touch that could almost have been an illusion. But she had felt it, she was there. He was with her again.
The car journey, which dragged on for a few minutes, only ended when the two of them were no longer in the car. The colleagues had been gone for a long time and they had closed the front door of the apartment behind them.
When she heard his almost vulnerable sounds as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. She saw him getting more and more lost and as the front door closed, tears flowed down his cheeks. ,,Gage...it's okay, I'm here...it's over," she said instantly and put the front door key aside, taking him by the hand, hearing him try to say something but it came out slurred under his crying.
She pulled him behind her on the way to the bathroom, the white streams in contrast to his blood and the blue of his eyes standing out against the dark charcoal black hair.
,,Don't...don't go," he said clearly, holding her firmly by the wrist as she sat him on the edge of the bath. He seemed completely out of it, distraught, traumatized, and partly because of the drugs, at least that much she guessed.
Leaning down to him, she gently stroked his dark hair and heard his suppressed whimper as his blue eyes turned to her. ,,I'm not going Mommy is just getting a towel okay?" she asked knowing it wasn't really a question. Gage knew inside himself that she was the one in control.
But he should still give his understanding to his inner self. Because a dangerous angel on earth could break at any time. Her gaze met his and her eyes detached themselves from the blood.
Showing him that she wasn't lying, she felt his grip tighten for a moment, he didn't want to be without her. Before he nodded slightly and gave a soft, ,,Okay ma'm" before letting go of her, his hand landed powerlessly on his leg and he remained sitting on the edge of the tub.
She calmly moved away from him, knowing that nothing would happen, and walked with unerring steps into the kitchen to fetch a towel and return as promised.
Saw how he exhaled shakily with relief when he saw her again, that she hadn't left him, that he wasn't just imagining her through the heroin. ,,Don't be alarmed, I'll wipe the blood off. Everything will be all right again in a minute," she said gently and gave him a small, warm smile.
She knew that he needed her, that she was everything to him, that her angel was everything to her. She took the cloth and held it under lukewarm water before she carefully began to dab away the blood and then rub it.
What at first only led to a wince became a plea and whimper after she rubbed it. ,,Shhh I know I know," she said slightly warningly, feeling his hands on her side as he held on almost convulsively, seemingly unable to bear the pain.
She knew exactly what pain. ,,I just need you - I need you," he stammered, she knew what he meant and, above all, what he wanted.
By the time she had wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and cheek, there was hardly anything left of the injuries. He pulled her close and leaned his head against her stomach, hugging her, wanting to be closer to her.
She put her hand on his head as she did every time, stroking his black hair and holding him. ,,I know...I know Gage and you can do it too...but no drug...for today," she replied slowly, feeling him almost flinch as if she had hit him. But they both knew what it meant for the black-haired man.
More hours, another day without his drug. She knew he was screaming and raging inside that he needed it and yet he was so pathetically handsome to look at.
She placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lay his head against it, snuggling against her before he rose, powerless and surrendered. His hand was entwined with hers and he slowly led her into the bedroom.
The big bed they shared had seen better days, but that wasn't the point. What was between them was something completely different.
She saw him sit down on the bed, almost about to fall asleep, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to do for a moment. ,,Wait, let me help...everything will be better in a minute," she said and squeezed his hand before letting go of his.
She went to the window and drew the curtains, closed the door and undressed slightly. Folding her jeans and putting them aside, she had long since taken off her shoes and removed her top.
When she saw his gaze go to her, he almost seemed to be asking permission to look at her body. ",,The night is all yours," she murmured and opened her bra before it fell to the floor and she took her large T-shirt.
Hiding her body underneath, the shirt went up to her thighs. She saw him scrambling over to her as she lay down on her side of the bed.
Leaned against the pillow and opened her arms to him. ,,That's it," she said and Gage lay down between her legs. His upper body leaned against hers, his head on her shoulder, his hands on her legs.
She felt his tension, felt the slight trembling as his fingers traced small circles on her thighs again and again. ,,I-I'm not getting anything, am I?" he asked, she knew he was looking at her through the built-in mirror in the closet door. She saw his blue eyes closely. She slowly let her hands go of his hair.
What had started as a light stroke became a distraction. ,,No, you got me Gage...that'll have to do for today," she admonished him but didn't raise her voice, letting her hand wander over his neck.
She could feel the rapid pulse underneath and wanted to make it clear to him that he should pull himself together. That she would give him something.
But his protesting whimper was little resistance. Instead, she felt his fingers lightly draw the small circles further up to her center. ,,I know what you want, my angel," she murmured and let her hand wander down over his top.
Went under his shirt and felt the soft, cold skin of his upper body. Heard him exhale shakily as he pressed against her, he knew what she was getting at.
She lightly scratched his cold skin the lack of pain wasn't enough he wanted more instead the red strands were burning him. ,,Please-Please...I need you," he murmured, his gaze going to hers and she gave a knowing grin.
,,I know, my angel," she replied and gave him a soft kiss on his black head of hair before running her fingers over the waistband of his trousers. She felt his tension move around the silver button, wanting to finally be distracted with something else.
If it wasn't lust for addiction then it was always lust for love. For her. She slowly saw the bulge forming in his pants as she stroked the heavy fabric of his jeans.
The coldness that always seemed to emanate from him slowly mingled with the warmth of devotion. ,,Please-please Mommy," he murmured, pushing his hip against her hand, trying to get more of the feeling.
,,You were so strong today...I want you to have it all," she whispered and undid the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and seeing his cheeks turn pink at the sound. Before she stroked his hardness, she saw the clear bulge in his shorts.
She gave him another kiss on the head before she closed her fingers around his hardness and made a few strokes over the hardness of his pants, the fabric teasing him and asking him to give her everything.
,,Let me hear you," she reminded him and took care of him again. The room filled with his lustful noises, the use of heroin long gone.
But his search for her was something he needed even more than his drug. She only needed one thing. Her broken angel.
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@icarus-star , @romanroyapoligist , @kristennero-wallacewellsver , @spookyorchid , @roryculkinsgf
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Dance with the Devil | Ch. 1 - WAKE UP
Chapter One | Chapter Two | WIP!!
A/N: Hi so ik it's been so long omg sorry about that but here is some nice fun fluff. I'll post the polished chapters on AO3 (once I get an account lol) but here you'll get the rough drafts to enjoy.
Content warnings: nothing graphic! It's fluff, no gore, nothin'
Summary: Evan Myers died in that forest, Vinnie soon to follow. But, suddenly he finds himself in his early thirties and married. Is this a trick by HABIT or is he living his next life?
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WAKE UP
"Evan?"
Evan blinked, snapping to reality. Well, he tried to. Truthfully, he was in such a distant world, a memory, he couldn't tell you the date or even his age. All but for a moment.
He focused his eyes, seeing a familiar face. One he hadn't seen in… God, five years? Has it really been that long to see her gilded brown eyes? Wait. Wait…
He stared a little more intently. The beauty remained, but there was hints of age. Smile lines, little wrinkles from joyous events. Her face had settled, the face she'll wear for most of her life until she begins to grey.
"J-Jessie?" Evan barely choked out, but tried to quickly recover and hide the waiver in his voice.
He glanced around for a moment. She was handing him a mug of coffee, the color close to his own skin tone. Evan didn't drink coffee. …Right?
He remembered he far more enjoyed the battery-acid taste of a Monster. Yet, on reflex, he took the cup and had a small sip. Instead of retching, it went down smooth. It felt… familiar?
Evan wracked his brain. He closed his eyes and focused on the last thing he could remember. Cold, unforgiving forest floor… a cry of frustration from the being of chaos as they slipped back into the cycle of rinse and repeat. His friend, or what he believed to be, bleeding out as his vision faded and his breathing slowed.
He was supposed to be dead. He is dead. He was dead.
However, as he also peeled back the layers, an entire separate life began to reveal itself. He's 32 now. Jessie Miller, or rather Jessie Myers, was his wife of almost a decade. She still ended their relationship after prom, but they soon reconciled after graduation as she revealed she only ended it due to the pressure from her father.
"He didn't want me ending up like you." he could remember her saying with a wince.
She had gone to college in New York City while he stayed back in Jersey, working odd jobs here and there. He scraped together money while living off of 99¢ noodle cups and his family's trailer to put a payment down on a house. Their house.
He remembered how he had proposed, well both times. The first time was on a regular date over pizza. He had given her a cheap and dainty ring, calling it a promise. I promise I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, I promise I'll do anything and everything I can, for you, Jessie. I'll make you happy. I'll provide. I promise I'll make you my girl. His greatest desire was to keep her comfortable. It wasn't a secret her family was well-off, upper middle class, and so she had a much more cushy life compared to him.
Little did he know, a few months after getting her master's degree, they had a little one on the way. That was the kick in the ass he needed. He put his nose to the nosegrind and went to trade school. It got him a job that paid better than any part-time seasonal gig could. He proposed, proper, kneeling with a diamond ring and everything, and they married that fall.
Hot tears stung the corner of his eyes as he quite literally watched his life flash before his eyes up to the current moment. It was such a radical juxtaposition to what hell he had just gone through.
…it was already starting to feel like a dream. No slenderman, no wolf-spider demon overtaking his body and killing everyone around him, and no…
No entering a secluded vacation home in Pennsylvania, seeing her blood paint the walls. Never having to rip a monster off of her, seeing her body, her flesh, in tatters. Never having to hold her in his arms, feeling her warmth evaporate. Never promising her everything was going to be alright as her wide eyes flooded with fear, knowing he was lying. He was a liar.
He blinked. Again.
Jessie's face had changed to an expression of concern rather than confusion. She asked the question again: "Evan?" Are you alright? What's the matter?
Evan shook his head and cleared his throat, drinking more of his coffee. It was exactly how he liked it. She had it memorized. His heart melted a little more, remembering that nugget of information. "Yes, honey, I'm… I'm alright. I didn't sleep well, it must be catching up to me."
Jessie's face softened as a smile crept across her lips. "I hope you're not too tired. Ashlynn has been begging to play in the snow with you all morning."
All morning?! "What time is it?" Evan asked with another sip, an attempt to hide the glance he stole at the clock. It was noon.
Jessie didn't get a chance to answer as a shrill, excited voice filled the kitchen, "Daddy!"
A little girl, only seven years old, barreled in and hugged his leg. She wore a cute maroon puffy coat with a cat-earred beanie and black gloves to match. It reminded him of something Jeff would wear back in the day.
Evan's breath caught in his throat. Ashlynn… his daughter.
"...I remember feeling her bones on my teeth…"
He scooped her up into his arms, hugging her tight. She returned the hug, her small arms wrapping around his neck. Evan buried his face into her coat. He broke. He started to cry, to sob.
Was this real? Is this just… another sick twisted trick by HABIT?
It certainly felt real. Just as real as The God Killer slicing his artery. Maybe… maybe this really was his next iteration. He was a father. He had succeeded. He married his highschool sweetheart and had his daughter. There was nothing more he could ask for.
"Daddy…?" His daughter's voice snapped him out of it. He could listen to her for the rest of time. He never wanted her to be quiet. Not only could he finally hold her, he could see her. Hear her. No monster had ripped her from the womb, no. She was born in a regular hospital under regular circumstances.
He sniffled, wiping his tears. "Sorry, angel, daddy just… Daddy loves you so much, okay? Daddy is always going to be there for you. Always." He gently set her down on her feet. "Now, can you go wait in the living room while daddy gets his boots on?"
"Okay!" Luckily, Ash wasn't old enough to really question her father.
Jessie on the other hand… She wore her heart on her sleeve. Of course she was concerned for her husband. "Evan, what's gotten into you? You've been… spacey." She gently leaned forward and wiped his tears away with her thumb.
Evan had to fight every nerve in his body screaming to jump, to flee, to flinch. "It's nothing, baby… I just. I've been having some nightmares recently. Not sleeping very well." Jessie bought the lie. It made his stomach twist into a knot lying to her, but how could he ever explain to her what had happened? What happened to him, to her, in a different time?
Jessie made her way around the kitchen island and Evan had to suppress his surprise. She was pregnant. Very pregnant. Seven months, three weeks, and four days to be exact. At least, that was how long medically, conception is not as empirical as doctors made it out to be. He had been counting the days.
Without even thinking, he stepped towards her. He wrapped her into a tight hug as he placed a palm on her round, full tummy. Another one. Another little one. His.
He peppered her face in kisses, not even halting as she burst into giggles. His heart overflowed with joy and love. He finally had everything he could ever want. For a moment, he forgot to consider where his other loved ones were. Stephanie, Jeff, Vinnie…
For now, they could wait. For the first time, Evan Myers was going to be selfish.
Chapter Two
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forcebookish · 7 months
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sorry but am I missing something here 😭 the directors/writers have REPEATEDLY said they wanted to portray different types of queer relationships and guess what? topmew are exactly that and also the most realistic which is probably why so many hate them bc it hits a little too close to home for them. believe it or not but most couples aren't just full of fights and passion (or whatever you wanna call it) but actually start out slowly and naturally progress into something more. now maybe that's boring to some but it's the story the writers wanted to tell and it's needed in a show like this. and the only reason things might seem weird at times is bc both we AND top know the dark cloud that is hanging over them but mew doesn't. the way they act in certain scenes is very deliberate. I mean I thought this was like the most basic of logic but I guess not.
yes!!!! i sound like a broken record but they're literally just dating!! they're supposed to be a reprieve from everyone else's drama, an island floating amid a sea of shit - it really is only because of that "dark cloud," (perfect phrase for it btw) that makes their scenes weird to viewers, not what the scene is actually showing. even top thinks about it less than these guys🤣
especially since they were looking for ways to condemn him BEFORE IT EVEN HAPPENED. even when it was obvious he didn't want to sleep with boston!!! do they really think he was lying to boston when he said he didn't want to sleep with him???? ?? ??? ???? for what purpose? to... sleep..... with him.......? lol
i've seen so many people twist scenes that were obviously meant to be sweet to suit their own purposes, either saying that something is "off" because [insert made up thing here lol], the music isn't "romantic" (and not all of it is, sure, but jangly guitar and soft piano isn't romantic now? ok), they're actually playing each other for whatever reason, etc.
the truth is, if you hadn't ever watched the trailer, you would never come to those conclusions. you would have no idea until episode three.
in fact, more people would probably have seen the shower assault scene for what it actually was. oh, the "narrative" (omg one person said this shit to me and i haven't let it go soz) is telling us that top is a """"cheater"""" because... he later sleeps with the guy he doesn't want to sleep with in the first two episodes?🤔 you would never think that if you didn't know that he sleeps with boston in the next episode🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 they'd be like what the fuck top told him he doesn't want to sleep with him and this guy ambushes him in a public shower, what a creep. (AKA THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE.) the same goes for the actual car scene!
but see, thinking that they have any logic is your first mistake, anon. error 404: logic not found. i've even seen someone who thought that top was glaring at boston in the pool with nick because he was "jealous." like what...
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still i'm with you, friend, i'm blindsided every week by the depths of stupidity these people will sink just to serve their own purposes. it's extra embarrassing that the writers (WHO ARE GOOD WRITERS) have to keep explaining the most basic of concepts... and yet they keep doing it...
at least we all have each other <3
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thanks for stopping by!!!
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shook me all night long ( munson )
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author's note: had a rather intrusive thought in the middle of my shift today n couldn't let it go. like i know that ac/dc was very well known globally in the 80s but i feel like aus kinda took it to the next level? like there is undoubtably not an australian that grew up in that decade that doesn't know every word to every song. n say that reader has moved from aus to hawkins to live with extended family and they're a metal head like eddie and introduces him to ac/dc? ( edit: i was high when i wrote this and it took me days to edit omg )
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the reader lives in the trailer next to eddie's and they end up exchanging cassettes from time to time.
warnings: 18+! MDNI! strong language, smut ( eddie x gender neutral reader ), oral ( m!receiving ), use of y/n - i think it's like two or three times idk, eddie just straight up being whipped for the reader it's kinda cute
word count: 4.2k
moving to hawkins, indiana at the beginning of your senior year wasn't the first thing on your to do list but you didn't end up with much of a choice. your uncle had received the opportunity of a life time and as your legal guardian ( even though your 18th birthday was merely a month away ) you were involuntarily dragged along with him and your aunt. you didn't necessarily hate the town. it was a weird place. mall fires and stories of a lab killing a teenage girl. nothing seemed like it at all fit. like the town was a puzzle with several, very important, pieces missing. regardless of all this, you couldn't help but be drawn in. like the darkest parts of hawkins were begging you to explore them.
maybe that's also what drew you to your obnoxiously loud neighbour and his impeccable taste in music. eddie munson, who you'd seen around school leading his D&D club through the halls, was exactly the kind of person that would have your mother rolling in her grave if she ever saw you around him. she'd never taken a liking to the way you expressed yourself, all dark clothes and sterling silver, loud music blaring through your cassette player at all hours of the day. and so, in typical fashion, you'd left your worn out judas priest cassette on his doorstep one morning ( along with a return address ) in hopes to spark up some sort of conversation. it was returned two days later with a red circle around the sixth track, a note sticking out of the casing. this one was my favourite was scribbled across the lined paper in red marker. "eat me alive, huh?" you mumbled and flipped the cassette in the air as you moved into the trailer, laughing to yourself.
the day after your tape was returned you almost crushed one under your foot as you left for school that morning. looking down you spotted 'theatre of pain' sitting right by your toe. you'd heard theatre of pain in passing some time last year. a few songs were played on the radio. motley crue wasn't, however, a band that you pictured eddie actually listening to. the makeup and glam-rock sound didn't really seem to be his type of vibe. you were proved wrong again on that regard though when the next week he left a def leppard tape at your door.
even though these exchanges were small and quite insignificant, you felt like you were learning a lot more about eddie through the tapes and the notes he left with them. always circling his favourite song on the back of your tape in the same red marker. the note always flirty. you also felt like you were opening yourself up a little more as well. you never really had anyone to share your music taste with. your dad had died when you were ten after he introduced you to rock music so you'd never really felt good about sharing what it meant to you with anyone else. it was your thing that you cherished because of him. that was obviously until you moved to the trailer park and the loud music blasting from the house next door made you feel at ease. safe in a way that you hadn't in a long time.
the exchanges went on for a while. each of you leaving longer notes which lead to exchanging glances in the hallways. on a dreary sunday night, perhaps two or so weeks after the judas priest tape was left, you decided to take a risky step and leave your all time favourite cassette on eddie’s porch in hopes that he’d find it and listen to it before school the next day. the sticky note you stuck to the cover of the who made who album simply read this one is my favourite of all time. treat her with respect please x. you knew that ac/dc was renowned throughout the world but there was a high likelihood that a small town like hawkins hadn’t heard much of them. it was a shot in the dark, their sound being something that felt so central to australia, but it was a step that you were willing to take if it meant it brought you closer to eddie.
so here you sat, alone at your lunch table with your walkman by your side as it played the ozzy tape that eddie had left you a few days ago. you were watching his table, seeing dustin and mike laugh at something that gareth must of said. eddie was normally there by now, ranting about one thing or another in his typical exaggerated way. but he wasn’t. frowning to yourself, you pulled your headphones off your ears and began to collect your things. he obviously wasn’t coming in today. perhaps you’d catch him tomorrow.
you were pushing yourself out of your seat when you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly you were shoved back down into the chair. a small yelp escaped your lips as your ass hit the hard plastic. whipping your head around, you locked eyes with eddie as he pulled out the chair beside you and practically slammed your ac/dc tape on the table. “how have i never heard of these guys!” he exclaimed, shuffling the seat closer to you in the process. “never?” you asked, a little surprised. you already knew that it was a risky move but you never would have thought that he’d never heard of them. “not even on the radio?” eddie looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “sweetheart, do i look like i listen to the radio?” you melted a little at the pet name. “i have more of their stuff back home if you want to come over after school?” you tried really hard to not sound too excited at the idea of eddie being in your house, in your room. he grinned at you, teeth nipping at his bottom lip in the process. if there was a god, you knew he was testing you.
“sounds like fun” he said and you reached for your tape. he snatched it up before you could wrap your fingers around it. “i think i’ll hold onto this for a little bit longer, thank you.” and with that he was up and moving towards his table, the boys all eyeing you as eddie walked towards them.
you sat on your couch, arm resting on the back as you stared out the window. you’d sped home so that you’d get to the trailer park before eddie, hoping that your uncle's motorcycle he let you ride to school on the odd occasion, would beat his old van. you had. and you also had time to change clothes, find every ac/dc cassette you owned and sort them by release date. school was let out 30 minutes ago and he still wasn’t home. you were starting to regret even asking him over. sighing to yourself you moved away from the window and headed towards the speaker on the kitchen counter. your aunt and uncle wouldn’t be home from work until later that evening. it was like that most days of the week, which meant you had time to yourself with your music for a few hours. 
you slipped the led zeppelin tape into the player and grinned when whole lotta love started blasting through the speakers. you swayed your hips slightly to the music as you moved through the kitchen. as the chorus swelled and the music grew louder, you didn’t hear eddie enter. didn’t hear him throw himself down on the couch and like he lived there, arms spread over the back of the seat and head cocked to the side as he watched you move through the small kitchen. he smiled to himself, resisting the urge to pinch his thigh to remind himself that he’s not dreaming. that he’s actually here. he’d been hoping that the little flirtations that had been going on between you for the past month were not entirely one-sided. that there was a chance you might be interested in him as well.
he’d never met anyone like you. foul mouthed and unapologetic. you’d caught his eye the moment that you walked into the lunch hall. you’d dressed almost exactly like he was, given you were wearing a very cropped metallica shirt and not a hellfire one and your worn leather jacket looked like it was going to fall apart with each movement. and then you’d been the one to make the first move. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t listen to the tape over and over again because he knew that you had. because it was yours. he waited patiently each time he returned your tape with one of his. dreaming of your handwriting on the yellow sticky notes you always used. even when he wasn’t waiting for something to appear on his front porch he was thinking of you. of the way you power walked through the halls, never stopping to let anyone look at you a second time. he admired it. admired you.
you spun on your heel and jumped, a small yelp escaping your lips when you spotted eddie lounging on the couch. “eddie!” you shouted, throwing the juice box you were holding at him. it hit him square in the chest and he let out a soft laugh. “sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you” he said, leaning forward on the couch and resting his elbows on his knees. his dark eyes were locked on you, dragging down the line of your waist and the curve of your ass. you felt hot all of a sudden, watching him watch you. you averted your eyes and cleared your throat, moving towards the coffee table in the middle of the living room and kneeling in front of it. it was the only thing that was separating you from him but with the way he was leaning over it to get closer to you, it wasn’t that much of a distance. “these are all of their records so far. the earlier five were recorded with their original lead Bon. he passed away in the early 80s and the band then found Brian and have since released four other albums. he was the only vocalist they could find that was the closest to Bon’s sound.” you looked up from the tapes to see eddie grinning at you.
“sorry i’m rambling” you muttered, sitting back on your heels and watching as he looked over the tapes laid out on the table. “it’s cute. i like that you’re so invested in this” he said, tucking his hair behind his ears. “it’s pretty much the background of my childhood. i heard it every day. dad loved it and so does my uncle. they’ve been a part of my life since the day i was born pretty much.” eddie smiled and reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out the tape you gave him. “which one was your favourite?” you asked, reaching over to take it from him and sliding it in line with the others. he chuckled and flipped the tape over to show you the red circle around you shook me all night long and you chuckled to yourself. “what’s with you and the songs filled with the most innuendos munson?” you said, taking the tape off the counter and getting up, moving towards the speaker on your kitchen counter. “they’re always the best ones sweetheart. the ones that hype me up the most” he said and you could hear the smirk in his voice. there was a part of you, deep down, that was hoping he would be choosing those songs to send you some sort of message.
you placed the cassette in the player and skipped to the track that eddie had circled. you spun, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you faced the metal head on your couch. “that was the only reason?” you asked, sauntering over to the coffee table and perching on the end of it. you heard brian's voice play throughout the room, the lyrics to the song egging you on as you leant a little towards eddie. a shit eating grin spread across his face and you couldn’t help the goosebumps that arose on your skin at the sight. “what exactly are you implying here y/n?” he asked, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. you bit your own, the sudden intrusive thought of what his tongue would feel like on yours passed through your head. you wanted to know what he tasted like. what he would feel like when he pressed his weight on you. how his hands would feel on your skin. “i don’t know. were you implying something when you chose those songs?” she told me to come but i was already there. eddie smirked at you as that line played through the trailer. “maybe i was, maybe i wasn’t. did you want me to be?” he asked, leaning even closer to you, your faces mere inches apart.
all confidence left your body. you thought you had control of the situation, inviting him over with the full intent to instigate something. yet here you sat, nerves running wild as you tried to think of something to say to eddie. “i, uh- uhm, i don’t know” you stumbled over your words, not being able to look away from his face but trying so hard to do so. his large, brown eyes kept staring into yours and you couldn’t stop from staring right back. “sweetheart, if you want something from me, all you have to do is ask” he said as he scooted towards you, reaching out a hand to place it on your exposed thigh. his calloused hand continued to slide up your leg and began toying with the hem of your shorts. goosebumps riddled your skin as his fingers rubbed circles up and down your leg. you hummed to yourself and moved sideways so that you were sitting on the table directly in front of eddie. he reached his other hand up to your other thigh and tugged, trying to pull you closer to him.
“so?” he asked. you could barely even think about a response let alone make one but you opened your mouth anyway and the words fell out. “wanna taste you.” eddie chuckled, leaning in further. “yeah? which part of me?” made a meal outta me, and come back for more. “a-all of you” you said, eyes darting down to his lips and slowly grazing over the rest of his body. drinking in the veins of his hands and the way his skinny jeans hugged his lower half perfectly.
he let out a low, animalistic grunt and tugged you off the coffee table until you were planted in his lap. my mind was aching and we were making it. his head was tilted back to look up at you, lips ghosting over each other as you lowered yourself into his lap fully. eddie hummed and moved his hands from your thighs to wrap them around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. the thin material of the basketball shorts you were wearing did nothing to hide how turned on the both of you were. you whined a little at the feeling of him underneath you, grinding down ever so slightly and pulling a simultaneous whimper out of the both of you. “been hard since i got here honey. thought of bein’ alone with you tonight got me so riled up. could barely hold myself together on the way here.” eddie was mumbling into your skin as he pressed his face into your neck, dragging his nose along your jaw to breathe you in. his lips brushed against your throat and you gasped, arching into him at the sensation.
it felt pathetic really, that a touch so soft and innocent had you melting into a puddle on his lap. you could feel him smiling against your skin as you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled. his head jolted back and he looked up at you with a sly smirk before leaning forward and pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. it was hot. all teeth and tongue as your spit mingles together. the grinding of your hips had become more consistent as eddie slid his hands over your ass to guide your movements.
you had to pull away to breathe and as you did so eddie immediately moved to suck at the soft skin just under your jaw. you were panting, trying so hard to catch your breath whilst he was doing everything to take it away. you shifted in his lap and felt his cock press right into your groin. eddie let out a low moan into your skin and you felt his teeth nip at you ever so slightly. “eds.” the word came out airy, like a whisper. “want to– need to–” you couldn’t form a sentence. weren’t exactly sure how to word it really. you wanted him in your mouth so bad but you didn’t know how to ask. eddie was humming along to the song, shocked that all of this had happened so quickly and it was still playing in the background.
you moved your body away from his carefully, sliding back on his legs so you were sitting over his knees. a worried look crossed the boys face as his hands slid to the tops of your thighs. “are you okay? do you want to stop? what’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowed together in a mixture of confusion and concern. you smiled at him and did your best to slide of his lap and onto the floor in front of him. you managed, without falling backwards into the coffee table and making a fool of yourself in such a heated moment. kneeling between his spread legs, you looked up to meet his gaze. “y/n. you–” he was cut off by his sharp intake of breath when you dragged your hands up the front of his jeans. “said i wanted to taste all of you eds. meant it too” you spoke softly, eyes flicking down to where your hands were placed just above the waistband of his jeans – fingertips gliding softly at the skin of his stomach just under his shirt. 
he was breathing heavy now, eyes locked on you as you dragged your nails across his skin. eddie sucked in a breath and you smiled a little. the power you were holding over him in this moment had your nerves vibrating, your whole body fizzing with excitement. you hadn’t had any control of the situation from the moment that eddie walked in the door, but now that you were on your knees in front of him and touching him with such delicacy – all the ropes were in your hands. you moved your hands down his pants, slowly popping open the button and dragging the zipper down. eddie lifted his hips with your movements, trying to get some sort of friction from your hands. “sweetheart. if you want something from me, all you have to do is ask” you said, mimicking his words from earlier. eddie laughed lightly but it was soon cut off by a hiss through his teeth as you snapped the waistband of his exposed boxers against his hip. “i need you to tell me eds. need to hear it in words.” "fuck," he breathes unsteadily and you can see how tense he is as he tries to restrain himself. the muscles at the line of his hips spasming as he tries not to buck up into your touch. "need you to touch me, sweetheart," he almost whimpers. "need to feel that mouth of yours, please." the please has you drooling. the knowledge that he’s begging you for it. that he wants it as badly as you do has every part of your body hot.
you grip the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers and tug, eddie lifts his hips as you do, although it takes almost all your strength to pull them down to even his knees. his cock lay heavy on his thigh, the tip almost purple from straining against his tight jeans. you couldn’t help but stare, running your hands up his bare thighs and causing his hips to jump. “it’s so pretty, eddie” you whisper as you reached for him, taking him in your hand and squeezing lightly. “sweetheart” he grunted out, shuffling forward a little more so he was perched on the end of the couch. he hunched over you, long curls falling to the sides of his face. they seemed to envelop you, caging you off from the rest of the world. you smiled up at him and pressed a swift kiss to his swollen lips before bending down again and taking him into your mouth. you hummed around him as the salty taste of precum landed on your tongue and eddie moaned loud at the feeling. you looked up to see his head thrown back, slender neck on display.
slowly you began to suction and hollow out your cheeks, taking him in little by little, your hand working at the space you couldn’t fit in your mouth, pumping back and forth. you were already gagging a little around him as he hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t care. the weight of him heavy on your tongue and the lewd sounds he was letting out as you bobbed up and down were making it all the more worth it. “huh-, god, fuuck…” eddie had placed his hands on the back of your head, gently pushing you further down his cock as your spit dribbled onto his crotch, dampening the unruly curls at his base. he was trying so hard to open his eyes to look down at you and when he finally managed to do so, he found you already staring intently up at him. your mouth full of him, lips swollen and cheeks red as you worked your mouth down him. “so fucking good, sweetheart, you’re so fucking good. been thinking about this from the moment i saw you. been jacking off to the thought of you since you arrived.” you hummed around him at the thought of that, arousal growing more intense as you reached down to touch yourself through your shorts, hoping for some sort of relief.
he shudders, his chest moving up and down in rhythm with your head and hand. “you touching yourself honey? getting off to the feeling of me in your mouth yeah? so dirty. so, so-” he’s rambling and bucking up into your mouth, practically fucking your throat at this point. all you can do is nod at his words, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as they mix with everything else that had spread across your cheeks. your moans were blissful vibrations around his throbbing cock which only made his own louder. “o-oh, shit, you feel so fucking amazing, so fucking good….shit, baby, you’re so fucking good - god i fuckin’ love this.” his hands make you go faster, choking you more on his dick as your nose begins to rub against the matted curls at his base, his musky scent filling your nose. your gags were going straight to his head and it spurs him on even more.
he was rambling uncontrobbly now, words spilling out of his mouth as frequently as the delicious moans, “holy shit, sweetheart, y-yeah, hmm, fuck just like that,” he’s muttering for you to go faster, thumb wiping away at your tears as he whines, keening loudly as he feels his release quickly about to come, “yeah baby, fuck! shit, you’re doing amazing. taking me so well. oh god, I’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me cum honey…is it okay if i- fuck - if i cum? please, fuck, y-you okay with that?” you’re trying your best to nod, humming around him to indicate that it’s okay. that you want it.
it’s what sends him over the edge in the end. hot, white spurts of cum running down your throat as he pushes your head down, your salvia covering your own hand as you try your best to swallow everything that he has to offer. eddie stopped writhing and you noticed the muscles in his stomach unclench as his breathing slowed again. “holy fucking shit” he said, pushing his hair away from his forehead as you pulled your mouth off him with a wet pop. you let go of his now, softening cock and reached to wipe the dribble from the side of your mouth. eddie beat you to it, catching your spit and a little of his own cum onto his thumb. he stared deeply into your eyes as he put his thumb to his own lips and sucked it clean.
blushing heavy, you stood up and rubbed at your achy knees as eddie shucked his boxers back up over his lower half. the tape moved well into the next song by now and the loud guitar filled your ears as you and eddie stared at each other in silence. his hands were on your thighs, pushing up under your shorts tentatively, as if to ask if it was okay. like you didn’t just have his cock in your mouth. like you weren’t touching yourself whilst doing so. “think it’s your turn now sweetheart.”
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saltymongoose · 1 year
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I don’t know if you’ve seen Han’s Instagram but since everyone is updating you with stuff I might as well do the same
This post here
Obviously I live no where near Hollywood so this pretty down on my side. But look at the poster 🤭 those arms bro. SWOLLEN. BIG MUSCLE MEN🫠 and Deimos’ smirk,
And Sheriff looks exactly how I imagined as human form
Damn, I didn't even know Hans had an instagram lmao. And I hadn't seen this poster before either, omg, everyone looks so good! I really love the costume designs they went with, Hank's got his cross-hair goggles on still, you love to see it lol. (And also 2BDamned mowhawk confirmed??) You're completely right about the muscles though, I was kinda expecting something like this outta Madness but just. Wow. 😳 (Esp Sanford, just look at him.)
Gotta say though, it does make me wonder who's gonna be acting as Deimos in the trailer, since I don't believe it'll be Hans. He's Hank's actor, as far as I know, and Deimos doesn't have any facial hair in the poster so…🤔
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lutawolf · 1 year
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Hi Luta,
Don't know if this upcoming show is on your radar or not but Bed Friend, which is due to air in February, seems right up your alley. From the trailer is appears there will be some kink elements such a pet play. Anyway, just wanted to let you know in case you hadn't seen the trailer yet. Cheers!
Hey love!!!
This was not on my radar. Thank you so much for putting it on there because hot damn. It looks hot.
OMG!!! There really is pet play!!! 👀👀👀 Hell to the yeah.
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Bless you for putting this on my radar. I'm so freaking excited. Thank you! Hope you have a great weekend! 💜💜💜
For those clueless. What the hell is pet play? Ever dress as a slutty kitten on Halloween? Congratulations, you've participated in pet play. This kink does not have to be sexual. It's role-playing as an animal. Sure, there are some who do sex pet play, which is likely what we'll see here, but I actually know a lot more people who don't bring sex into it. Why would it be fun sexually? Humiliation, bondage, and ownership. It's a heavier sense of control.
Thanks again!
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tay-words · 2 years
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Thoughts on 3x08 "Let It Go" 
Here we go...!
It's weird that Jet is recapping EJ and Gina's break-up (but hopeful that he said "a" break-up?).
Convenient that Ricky's birthday is the same as opening night
RED!
Oh no, Ashlyn's face.
"It's your birthday, we're good." -Elton to Richard <3
I love Val - I hope to see her next season.
For Elton's sake, I hope Richard is kidding about not having read the whole script...but that could explain how he had time to do all of his bucket list.
Miss Jenn! She is like the Miss Frizzle of theatre.
I love this rendition of "This is Me" and the chorus of older kids it also resonates with - wow, what a voice!
Opening night hand-holding circle <3
I wonder how I would have reacted to the live streaming info if I hadn't seen it in the preview.
Channing is the true villain of this season.
Football speech with football shoulder pads...for theatre kids!
First post-break convo and it was so briefly cute.
Miss Jenn praying over her babies!
Nini!
I want to see the Miss Jenn and the Moms text chain.
I love the anxiety analogy between Kourtney and Elsa ("Conceal, don't feel").
This sisterly exchange between Kourtney and Gina.
I love the mechanics of the "In Summer" and the tap shoes.
EJ working tech crew on top of directing and acting. Theatre at its finest.
Red and Ashlyn - is this the time to have this conversation? Red's conversation was so sweet and I'm glad that didn't go where I was thinking it was going...
SOMEONE finally is talking about therapy. Mini Elsa, please go talk to Ricky.
Dara's Elsa's "Let It Go" <3. The smartphone lights were a bit predictable but still made me tear up.
Gina to the rescue. You do not mess with Gina, Channing!
The set production for this show is so high quality. What is the budget for this camp?
Ricky's "Nini" face is like going to be with him his entire life somehow.
Kourtney and NIni Reunion!
Kristoff's Lullaby <3 - Josh's vocals. This is a Portwell song until it wasn't!
Val being there for EJ, but imagine that it could have been Gina.
EJ, my tallest child.
Good job with having Nini exit with "Driver's License" but I wish she had said goodbye to everyone.
Corbin redemptive arc!
Breaking out into song is how I live my life too - I generally don't have people harmonizing with me. I love that "Everyday" has this ensemble treatment.
Time Jump - OMG I LOVE this.
Summer is not TWO WEEKS.
Trailer Reactions! I wrote this in a fanfic.
...well that happened. I don't want to talk about it.
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scalpel-mom-mori · 2 years
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Out of curiosity who are your favourite men in onmyoji? I've played it for like six years and haven't met anyone I can talk about it with so skskskkks
omg hello I'm so sorry we had to meet like this lmao.
I'm not too familiar with onmyoji if I'm being honest, and I play the card game spinoff, but I'm really fond of Taishakuten and Ashura, and also Hangan.
I feel like I need to explain how I even ended up here lololol I stumbled across the trailers for Taishakuten and Ashura's event for the OG Onmyoji, and got really really invested in what appeared to be the gayest thing I had seen all summer. I had tried the og onmyoji and it hadn't really stuck with me, so I picked up the card game in time for Taishakuten's debut. Currently grinding for Ashura cos you gotta have the boyfriends so that's why I'm here.
I also watched the animated series forever ago, and that was so ;-;;; (Might go back and rewatch ngl-)
So yeah. I'm so sorry that I couldn't be an Onmyoji moot tho ;-;;
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fr3aklike-me · 2 years
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that sounds like fun!! how was the movie? scarier than you thought or was it okay? also coffee ice cream slaps, people think it’s gross but I swear it’s not.
anyways my day was okay, I’m in bed doing some writing right now :)
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it was! and we're now planning a week trip, so I'm so excited for that, hehe. honestly, I feel like I would've been scared if I hadn't seen the trailer, which pretty much had all the spoilers. which is just so annoying LMAO people think it's gross? cancelled. it's so, so good omg, I love it
I'm glad to hear <3 how was work? and awe, that sounds so cozy and nice! I'm thinking of writing too, but I think I'm too tired and I should probably take advantage of that and head to bed soon LOL
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juneviews · 3 years
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james teeradon in girl from nowhere season 2 (trailer)
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azsaszin · 6 years
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I’ll icon this later, BUT HE HAS A FOX MUG.
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piepeloe · 2 years
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Spider-man: No Way Home
I just came back from the new Spider-man, because we get our new releases on Wednesdays.
I'm not sure what my expectations were, since I was never big on any of the Spidey movies. MCU or what came before. And this time I was hesitant about all the stuff they seemed to be cramming in there, but...
OMG, this was so much fun! The rest of the audience agreed. In my country reactions tend to be pretty muted, but we got several cheers and rounds of applause.
I'll put the more spoilery stuff behind a cut, but in summary
All the characters get a chance to shine, every person that shows up has great moments.
Wong. That's all I'm going to say.
It's quieter than I expected? Still has the required action scenes, but also again, also scenes that let the characters shine.
The action scenes are pretty amazing though.
It's very much a Spider-man movie, and not partly a Dr.Strange one, like I was worried about. He's in it, and there's the multiverse and whatnot, but definitely Peter's show.
Lovely nods to Tony Stark and other Avengers here and there.
I hope you're watching Hawkeye, because there's definitely shout-outs (tiny ones in the background!) for that one.
Read on for spoilery stuff
Whatever you've heard about possible appearances, YES.
Charlie Cox does appear as DareDevil. For one scene, but it's an awesome one. People in my theater freaked. Downside: the whole thing with Mysterio pretty much gets wrapped up off-screen? At least the legal stuff. It's just public opinion after that.
Andrew Garfield appears as Peter/Spider-man. He got a round of applause when he appeared. He's awesome. I've never even seen those movies, but I'm thinking I should because he was brilliant. I've seen the actor in other stuff and love him.
Tobey Maguire also appears as Peter/Spidey, and he's fantastic. Second round of applause when he showed up.
We don't get much about what happened to both of them after we last saw them, but enough. Mostly they're there to help Tom's Peter work through things. And banter and bonding. Their scenes with all 3 of them are the best.
Seriously, I can watch hours just the 3 of them. I keep thinking of favorite moments, but this thing is already too long.
From the trailers it was clear MCU Peter would want to save the villains and I had a hard time buying that, but the movie really tries to make you like all of them. and it works, they're all sympathetic by the end.
One of the best things is that I hadn't seen Garfield's Spidey and it had been years since I'd seen Maguire's, but I could totally follow along and feel for these people.
Oh, and no Miles Morales, but a shout-out/nod that was well done IMO and went over great with the audience I saw it with.
I was a bit iffy about the final solution to the spell gone wrong, but then I saw how it led to a more classic take on Spider-man, kind of a reboot again, and I think it has great potential. I do wonder how it well affect people who know Spider-man, who have fought with him.
There's a mid-credit scene:
Tom Hardy as Eddie Brock/Venom. Which is hilarious, as he's apparently spent all that time figuring out where he is and how there are superheroes and an 'alien obsessed with rocks'. And then he gets sent home. But: a little bit of symbiote stays behind, so YES, Venom is technically in the MCU now.
The post-credit scene is somewhat disappointing as it's a trailer for Dr.Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Which will have Wanda and apparently not as an antagonist like I was expecting.
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forcebookish · 10 months
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i hadn't actually seen the 23.5 degrees pilot trailer and it is absoLUTELY my shit omg a planetary couple???? shop around around the corner/you've got mail/dengeki daisy situation!???? that is a concept that NEEDED a queer shakeup
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mariautistic · 2 years
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mariiiiiiiaaaaaaaaa fellow jigokuraku enjoyer. its gettin an anime babey https://twitter.com/jplus_jigokurak/status/1472387914026094595?s=21
Omg i knew ir was getting an anime but hadn't seen any trailers for the animation this looks SO GOOD FUCK!!!!
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