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art student!reader x life drawing model!Eddie Munson

E 18+, so nsfw Words: 7048 read on ao3

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Paint It Black Summery: You’re frustrated with your latest work and look for distraction by attending the open life drawing class on what looks like a very ordinary Thursday. Eddie, the new model, is everything but ordinary but definitely a distraction.

CW/tags: characters somewhere in their twenties, meet-wild, smut, fluff, some sort of voyeurism/public erection, gets a little rough, unprotected sex, piv penetration, oral for everybody, v fingering, biting, love marks, talky sex, aftercare, art school bullshit, messy sex, artsy sex (I guess), love at first sight (I guess)

A/N: @edsforehead made me do it. (thank you so much)

comments and reblogs are so appreciated

The air is cold, stinging your cheeks as you ride your bike through a clear and crisp winter morning. It does wonders for waking you up and clearing your mind; you had spent way too long in your studio last night, hovering over this painting that just wouldn’t go the way you wanted. Inside your mind, you hoisted it off the wall to place it right in the middle of the room, a bucket of thick black paint in one hand, the other one dipping in until the medium reached your wrist. You drop down to your knees and get to work, blacking the wretched thing out one large swoop of your arm after another, sending hours of work into oblivion.

Oh my, it was so tempting. Your fingertips tickle with the urge to turn your frustration into something wild and rough and… simple.

But your Professor had sworn to make your life very hard if he ever got wind of you destroying one of your works again, so you followed the advice he had given you: You had decided to take a break. Do something different, something simple, something rewarding and easy to clear your mind to recharge your drained batteries.

So it is Thursday and you crawled out of bed after four measly hours of sleep to go to the life drawing class. You are early as always to get one of the good spots. The small auditorium is still empty except for your teacher who is busy untangling the cords of the various space heaters that will keep the model warm for the next hours.

“Ah,” he says as he sees you, “haven’t seen you here in a while.”

“Yeah, been busy wasting paint.” You smile and walk down the steps of the middle aisle and drop your bag on the best chair: first platform, second chair on the right from the aisle. It had the perfect distance and angle and the top of the backrest of first row to put your feet on so you could rest your paper on your thighs and wouldn’t have to struggle through two hours and a half hours of numb feet.

“Good decision to waste some graphite instead today,” your teacher says and grins. “I’m excited to see your progress.”

You hum, unpacking your supplies. “Who’s the model today? Someone familiar?”

“No, actually, I finally could recruit someone new. He should already be here though. Maybe he has difficulties finding us.” The building was old and could be confusing if you never set foot in it before.

“He,” you say, sharpening your pencil. “Guess it’s my lucky day.”

Male models were rare - maybe two out of ten sessions - and you start to get excited about coming in today.

Your teacher climbs up the stairs past you, “I’ll go and see if he’s wandering around somewhere.”

—

The room fills with students; you say your How are you?’s and What are you working on?’s and when the clock shows 9:37, you brace yourself for the session getting cancelled. Just then, the door opens and your teacher hurries down the stairs.

“Good morning everybody. Sorry for the delay, our model got lost in our hallways. Let’s hear: anybody working on something particular and has some requests for poses?”

You crane your neck up to the back of the room towards the overflowing coat rack while your teacher keeps going through the usual procedure.

The model’s back is turned and you see a long black coat being shrugged off of lean shoulders and underneath: more black. Black lines of ink meandering out of the sleeves of a black shirt; a harsh contrast against pale skin. Ringed hands come up to the back of his head to put the long dark wavy hair into a bun.

No! you plead internally, surprised by that strong reaction.

He chooses the far left aisle down, almost disappearing behind the rows of students but your eyes follow him with a burning curiosity as if you wouldn’t get the chance to look at him for hours in a moment. You shake your head and open your sketchbook to do just anything but stare. There was a difference between observing and staring and the latter wasn’t fucking appropriate inside this room.

“Everybody,” your teacher announces, “this is Eddie. Eddie has never done this before so be patient and just let him know if he’s moving too much.”

You look up and grind your teeth. This Eddie is fucking gorgeous.

“Uhm, hi!” he smiles into the room then looks back at your teacher. “So, uh, I just get naked or what?”

Everybody laughs, but you don’t. You’re taking a long slow breath.

“That’s the general idea,” your teacher grins. “You can put your things on that table in the corner and then just come back to this spot.”

But Eddie does not move to the mentioned corner, he simply pulls off his shirt and throws it the distance to the table. More tattoos come to light; all black, no color. He then kicks off his shoes and you watch his fingers as they open his belt and his fly, how they lodge into the hem of his black, frayed jeans and pull them down in one swoop. There are giggles as he throws the bundle, aiming at the table like he’s at the bowling alley, completely naked.

And then you realize, Eddie didn’t wear any underwear.

“The rings too, please.”

“Oh, sure.” He picks them off his fingers; one two three from one hand and one more from the other. Eddie looks at them on his palm for a moment and grins. “Nah, not gonna throw those.”

The class giggles again as Eddie takes two three long strides to the table to put his rings down carefully and prances back, taking his spot in the middle of the small platform surrounded by space heaters.

There is a soft crack coming from your lap and you look down to see that you had pushed your pencil to the paper so hard that you’d broken the tip.

—

It’s as always: a series of short poses to warm up. One minute, then three and up from there.

Except it is not like always. You're flustered, you’re hot and you spend way too long staring, not finishing any of the one-minute poses.

This has never happened to you before and you had been presented with a lot of good-looking people over the years but this guy was something else.

Three-minute poses and Eddie is slouched back in a chair, long legs spread, left arm resting on top of his head, the right one on his thigh. This was sinful. You just corrected the angle of his left thigh for the third time when you look up and find him looking right back at you. No lost glance into the distance over your shoulder, no: your eyes meet. And those eyes are big and dark and curious and he holds the gaze for several seconds before the timer beeps and announces the change of poses.

He’s not only beautiful and scorching hot but also incredibly adorable. He’s giddy between poses, shaking his arms and legs - and with that his cute little ass - bouncing on his toes and you start to think that holding still normally isn’t his forte. When he lies on his belly, soft gaze on the floor, he tries to stifle a yawn once, twice and only lets it out when he’s allowed to move again. You like his dedication.

Five-minute poses and you finally get into the flow; things start to make sense on the paper until you find him looking at you again. And not only that: he mouthes a small 'Hi'. You bite your lip and look down, feeling the looks of some of the students on you.

He’s cross-legged, leaning back, hands braced on the ground behind him. The angle is weird and it doesn’t help that the way his lean, inked chest moves every time he takes a breath makes you want to bite down on those sharp collarbones. You hold your sketchpad in your outstretched arms doing those quick back-and-forth glances to find out where to correct the mess when his eyes move back to you. Every time you meet his gaze makes your spine tingle more and more and you have to bite down on your lip again to not let a fucking noise slip from your mouth.

Ten-minute poses and your teacher has made it to you to give you some feedback. Nothing you hadn’t expected: you go about it too complicated, want to do too much in too little time, too much detail. Eddie is stretched out on his back and smirks towards the ceiling.

On the next round of feedback, he tells you to really look at Eddie’s hips. You get the angle wrong, it throws off the stance, and you know why all your stupid drawings look a little wonky: you try to avoid looking at his cock for too long. You never thought about a penis as a cock before in this class and it drives you up the walls seeing it twitch slightly while your teacher keeps explaining things you already know and you’re forced to stare at Eddie's crotch, knowing he's side-eying you and your flustered expression the whole. Damn. Time.

Eddie gets a brief pause to stretch and have some water and you want revenge. While his back is turned to you - shoulder blades rippling deliciously under his skin - you open the top two buttons of your blouse, sliding the collar off your shoulder.

One final five-minute pose before the session ends with a twenty-fiver and Eddie is crouched down with his knees pulled under his chin. He shuffles a little before he really settles, tilting his head slightly in a way that forces him to look in your direction unless he wants to lower his eyes to the floor for five minutes.

When he finally looks up, you’re waiting for him, head titled yourself exposing the side of your neck down to your shoulder where your bra strap is barely holding onto your skin.

Eddie’s eyes widen and you smile, tongue poking out just a little to lick your bottom lip before you focus on the paper in your lap to roughly map out the pose. You don’t linger on him while you draw, quick glances only, but you can feel his gaze heavy on you.

This sketch is turning out to be the best so far. You lean back a little, biting down on the back of your pencil and start rolling your shoulders. One gets stiff sitting like that for so long, so people stretch all the time and nobody will notice that you’re giving Eddie a little show. You tilt your head to the right and run a hand over the muscles in your neck, massaging the achy spot right beyond your skull for a moment. When you give in to look down at him, you do it from under your lashes, taking the pencil stuck in your mouth between two fingers and let your tongue play with it ever so slightly.

Eddie takes a deep breath; you can see it in the way his shoulders rise and his knees are pressed forward. You grin and he pulls up his brows and you can’t tell if he begs you to stop or go on.

Twenty-five-minute pose and the crowd demands him to stand.

“Twenty-five minutes of standing is ok?” your teacher asks Eddie, who hasn’t jumped up like a spring toy after the timer rang.

“Uhm, yeah,” he says, legs still drawn to his torso. “Sure thing, uh-hn.”

It takes him another beat to push himself up and come to a stand. Your eyes wander from the top of his cheeks, tinted in a pretty pink, down to those hips to find him not exactly half hard, but on a good way to it. You feel your eyes roll up.

Shit.

Your teacher instructs him how to stand, feet wider apart - a little more, perfect - arms crossed over his chest which too is now slightly pink. His biceps’ flex a few times as he waits for more instructions.

“Can you turn a little, to the left?” a guy in the top row asks and Eddie does.

“Like this?”

Like this you get him in a three-quarter-view and your heart is racing; will he look at you again or did you push it too far?

“Anything else?” your teacher asks and you want to bite down on your tongue but instead it’s moving and forming words.

“Can we have the hair down for this last one?”

Eddie’s head snaps up, catching you in the middle of your request. He pinches his eyes shut at the approval of your fellow students. Below the waist, he’s twitching again.

Loosening his hair tie, Eddie musses around in his dark waves with practised fingers until he seems satisfied with what he sees in the mirror across the room. You suppress a moan, breaking the tip of your pencil again. He’s not looking at you, this time choosing to turn down his eyes while his face points in your general direction again. You curse at yourself internally; you should have just gone to him after the session and slipped him your number or asked him if he was busy after this while the both of you were still flooded with whatever this was and—

Shit!

Whatever Eddie is thinking while not looking at you did not help with what was going on in his loins. That pretty cock was getting bigger: half-hard-hello! And judging by his current state, he was big. You involuntarily grind your hips on your chair and drop your pencil in the process. A groan escapes you, sounding much too pleasant for a case of dropped art supplies and you bend down to get it back. When you come up, brown eyes are waiting for you. There is a smile playing around them while his pretty pink lips are slightly pressed together. Thank god he doesn’t look mad or annoyed, only the blush giving away that something was going on.

You can’t help it, you’re biting your lip, eyes wandering between his face and his cock and his brows draw slightly together before he averts his eyes again, breathing a few times: deep and slow.

Deep and slow.

Holy shit you are throbbing and wet and all you can do is fake another stretch and while shuffling around, press your thighs together for a little bit of friction. You tilt your hips down slightly and the sensation is so good and welcome that your eyes pinch close and your back arches. The movement is jerkily and you stretch your arms over your head to conceal it, slowly opening your eyes again.

Eddie is watching. Eddie is hard.

You grab your pencil and start drawing the spectacle in front of you; concentration isn’t the right word for the sharp focus that settles over you. It’s fucking lust.

It’s not the first hard-on you’ve seen in this class, not by any means. It happens now and then and usually a slight blush from the model was the only reaction. But this wasn’t any hard dick: you did this. You did this to this gorgeous man and you wanted to capture this with your own hands. In case he just bolted right after the session, you would have something to remember this.

You’re leaning in, literally, sketch pad balancing on your knees and bent over your thighs you almost forget the additional loosened buttons on your blouse until you catch those eyes directed at your chest. Seems like Eddie figured the damage was done anyway so why hold back now?

And fucking hell was that precum glistening at the tip?

This is when the timer starts announcing the end of class.

Eddie shoots you one final look, a sharp grin, a slight shake of the head, tips of his hair tickling his shoulders and hops off his little platform to get dressed.

“Holy shit,” says the guy next to you, leaning over. “Have you seen that dick?”

You huff a laugh that throbs in your pussy. “Hard to overlook.”

“Exactly,” he groans and picks up his things.

—

You look at drawings of Eddie of all kinds. They are all beautiful, even the bad ones. You rub your forehead catching that corny thought and look across the room where Eddie is talking to two people, gesturing to the drawings on the floor, laughing. The two of you are slowly moving towards each other. The journey consists of looking, talking: This is a good one! and That one is crap, right? and glancing to your right. You reach the row with your own stuff, groaning internally at how very off everything looks, everything but two.

Suddenly, a chest presses to your back and an arm sneaks past you to point at a drawing.

“That’s amazing.”

The explosion in your insides barely travels to your voice and you’re impressed with yourself. He even smells amazing. “Thank you.”

“Oh, that’s one of yours then?”

You turn to face him. The smile on his face is obscene.

“Hi.”

“Hi, Eddie.”

The smile shrinks a little and his nostrils flare with the air he pulls in. His voice is low and deep when he speaks. “You… uh, made that a very hard job to do.”

“I’m almost sorry,” you croon. His face is way too close; one uptilt of your head and you could bite his plush bottom lip.

“Don’t be,” he licks the spot you just imagined nibbling on. “I didn’t start it for nothing.”

You both jump when someone hijacks your moment. “Those detailed studies are really nice.”

“Yeah, right?” Eddie says with genuine enthusiasm. “Almost the only ones who got some of my tattoos…”

“Uhg, tattoos are hard in that short time, man and you know, not really anatomy.”

The exchange goes back and forth a little longer until Eddie loops his arm under yours and not so causally pulls you in the direction you’d come from under the disguise of looking at sketches.

“So, uh, what are you doing, like, right after this?”

“You, I hope.”

“Shit…” he shakes his head, hair falling into his face. “You’re killing me already… where do you want to go?”

You think about this for a moment, greedy and soaking through your panties you’re in no mood to wait much longer to have him naked again.

“I have a studio two corridors down…”

His brows shoot up. “You ahm…” he blurts out, then lowers his voice, “want to do me here at school?”

“Yes, Eddie… like the pretty little muse you are.”

—

His hand is warm in yours as you pull him along behind you through the hallway past your fellow students who throw curious glances over their shoulders.

Eddie catches up to your side and leans close to your ear, “Are you already wet for me? The way you moved on that chair…”

“Drenched,” you breathe against his neck and almost stumble over your own feet. Eddie sneaks his arm around you, keeping you steady.

“Easy, sweetheart. Let me be the one to bruise you, ok? I’ll do it in aaall the nice places.”

You stare at him, mouth hanging open.

“Promise,” he adds, tapping the tip of your nose, a devilish smile spreading on his face.

You drag him on and he laughs behind you until he catches up again. There is a brief moment where you leave him in the middle of the empty foyer to get your key from the doorman, interrupting his lunch break, praying to whoever deity will listen to your horny call that none of your studio mates is in there already. You almost moan when the guy hands the key to you and you bump into Eddie’s chest face first when you turn around in a hurry.

“Fuck you’re so pretty,” he rasps, takes your face in his large hands and bends down to press a hot kiss to your mouth. Your fists close around the lapel of his coat as he licks along your teeth until your tongue finds him. The world around you feels vague and unimportant until the doorman behind you knocks against the glass of his booth.

“I don’t need to see this, folks.”

This time Eddie takes your hand and walks on. “Show me the way, babe, or I’ll have to hoist you up one of those windowsills… you people are doing performance art here, right?”

Eddie is mumbling filthy things at you the whole way down the empty corridor where your shared studio is the last room on the left. You try to fumble the key into the lock and drop it because Eddie is already busy bruising your neck. Pressed flat to your back he brushed your hair to the side and started sucking at the spot just below your ear, his hands sneaking around you, cupping your tits through your blouse. As you bend down to pick up the key, Eddie grabs your hips and rolls his own against you, almost pushing you into the door. You both laugh and he pulls you up by your waist.

“Sorry,” he chuckles as you finally unlock the door. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You let him inside and lock the door behind you.

“What’s your workspace?” he asks, already poking his nose into things. “No! Don’t tell me… it’s… this one.”

“How did you know?” you ask surprised, taking off your coat and fully unbuttoning your blouse while he looks at your work lined up on the wall, hand on his chin like a proper little art critic.

“Well, I saw your drawings and this stuff here… it has the same… Duktus?”

“Christ,” you moan and he looks at you. “That was so sexy.”

“Hey, you’re starting without me?”

Eddie rushes to you, hands instantly sliding inside your open blouse against your bare skin. His hands are rough, calloused in some places and the slight scratch is making you shiver in his arms. He pulls the fabric off of you and drops it to the ground. His coat falls next, then his shirt. Eddie hisses as you sink your teeth into his collarbone as soon as you have access to them.

“Too much?”

His eyes are lidded and so very dark as he shakes his head. “Just start pulling my hair too and you’ll never get rid of me again…”

“That a threat or another promise?” you purr as you open his belt and fly over the impressive bulge in his pants.

“Which one turns you on more?” You hook your fingers into his waistband and drop to your knees, pulling his pants down with you, making his breath hitch. “Oh, s-shit…”

This is the close-up you've been yearning for all morning. Fully hard and flushed a deep pink already; you wonder if it will feel as heavy on your tongue as it looks. You run a finger along the underside and it twitches again, bobbing up and down in front of your face. You lean in, stick out your tongue and give the swollen tip a lick that makes Eddie whimper above you.

Again you meet his eyes and the expression in them is so unexpectedly soft that you almost whimper too. Your cunt is clenching around horrible nothingness as you lick him again, flat tongue sliding along the underside, feeling a vein, tasting salt, watching those big brown eyes roll up and close as a moan escapes him.

“You’re gorgeous, holy shit.” You firmly grip his cock around the base and stroke him a few times, your mouth watering, before you close your lips around the tip, your tongue swirling in lazy circles around it. Eddie’s breath is uneven and laced with soft moans from his glistening parted lips while you softly play around with his cock. Every twitch of his face is a delight, the way his abdomen tenses when you press small kisses to the length of his shaft makes you swoon with adoration. You reach up one hand to trace up the lines of a tattoo on his ribcage and he catches it, pressing it flat against his chest. Eddie’s heartbeat pounds against your palm and you moan around his cock.

“Holy… fuck… I wanna watch you so bad but I don’t know if I can take it.”

“You can take it, big boy,” you say in a low voice. “Look at me.”

It takes him a few more seconds until he opens his eyes and looks down at you; the moment you lock eyes you take him down as far as you can. A string of loud but mostly intangible curses echoes through the large room as you suck him down again and again in long leisurely motions. Your lips stretched around his girth curl up into a smile when his hands look for something to hold onto in your hair and you place your index finger at the corner of your mouth without stopping your onslaught to signal him to keep the volume down.

“Sorry, ah fuck fuck FUCK… I’ll try… shit I’m balls deep in your mouth and still don’t know your name—”

You don’t want to stop, not even for the moment to tell him your name. There’s a big portfolio folder leaning against the wall and you point in the general direction before running your fingers through the dark curls around his base and up the trail to his stomach while he’s trying to figure out what you’re showing him, failing at his attempt to stay quiet.

Then he says it: your name, no, he moans it. And he doesn’t fucking stop.

Suddenly your abdomen is on fire and you have to pull back to catch your breath. But you can’t, not really, because Eddie has kicked off his pants the rest of the way, dropped to the floor and pushed you to your back to peel you out of your clothes.

The floor is cold under your ass and back and you thump your head a little as he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to him.

“Shit, you okay?”

“Yeah,” you giggle, “keep manhandling me.”

Eddie grins like the devil himself and goes to work. He’s everywhere: kissing, lapping biting at your mouth, your jaw your neck your tits, his fingers pushed into your thighs and you know it will bruise. He’s keeping his promise, leaving wet tingling marks all over you, a purple trail of small galaxies. His fingers find your cunt, finally, and Eddie eats the moan out of your mouth.

“Shh,” he says with a cocky laugh, his forehead pressed to yours, two fingers circling your clit in dragging motions. “You’re loud, beautiful. You don’t want us to get caught before I had a chance to fuck you.”

“N-no… ahhh.” Two thick fingers slide into you and your muscles grip down hard at the sudden intrusion.

“Hi,” he grins down at you as if he wasn’t just pounding your g-spot out of nowhere and making you see stars.

You hold on to his face, grappling for purchase and finally wind your fingers into this wild tickling hair and pull.

“Jesus, finally!”

“I— I’m so close.”

“Keep holding on,” he groans and moves down your body, fingers stilling for a moment.

You keep your hands in his hair, pulling in frustration from the ebbing pleasure.

“Of course, you have the prettiest fucking pussy, you—“ he doesn’t finish his thought, diving in with his tongue to lap at your clit like he’d been starving for you his whole life.

You bite the back of your hand to keep from yelling out at the sight alone. His eyes meet yours, of course they do and he sucks one of your lips into his mouth.

“You’re a fucking tease, Eddie… what’s your last name?”

“Munson,” he mumbles against your core and keeps on feasting.

“You’re a fucking tease, Eddie Munson… ahhh don’t stop please.”

And he doesn’t. He gives you his fingers and his mouth, his eyes fixed on you— well, most of the time, he keeps looking to a spot behind you but you have no time to inquire as your legs start to tremble and everything inside you starts to tense and pulse and you’re coming apart under his mouth before you’ve really seen it coming.

Yeah, that guy was something else.

When you’ve come down he gently pulls his fingers from you and litters your thighs and belly with kisses. His fingers are sticky against your skin but a slight roughness remains.

Your head lolls against the floor while you’re still blissed out and Eddie still puts those feathery kisses to your skin.

“You… you’re a musician…” you drawl out.

He looks up. “Yeah! How do you know?”

You take his hand from your chest and lick your wetness from his fingers before you turn his palm to him, sliding a fingertip over the calloused skin.

“You like that?” he grins.

You let go of his hand and nod. “Something with strings?”

“Guitar. And vocals.”

“Fuck you, you’re way too hot as it is…” you squeeze him with your thighs and his eyes go to that spot behind you again before he kisses your chest.

“What do you keep looking at?” you wiggle and crane your neck. It’s that painting. The one that has been haunting you for weeks.

“Sorry,” he scrunches up his nose. “I don’t know, draws me in somehow… it’s… weird… sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be…” you say and pull him up to you, kissing him. “You’re right.”

“Yeah?” he glances over again. “Well, fuck… yeah… m’ not gonna lie to you it’s kinda terrifying.” You both laugh. The warmth in your chest only expands more.

“Want to slather me in paint and fuck me against it?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he glances between your face and the canvas. “Yes? Fuck yes!”

He pulls you up and into a hungry kiss, his thick cock hard against your belly.

“Is that stuff safe to use?” he points his chin to some paint tubes on the trolley in the corner.

“No, oh god, no. But…” you leave him to look for a large bottle of black paint letting out a triumphant ha when you find it. You turn around beaming. “This here is… and will wash out of hair with no problem.”

“Come here…” he curls his finger to beckon you to him. “And hand that over.”

“Is that turning you on?” you ask as you join him.

“You have no idea.” Eddie takes the paint from you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling your back to his chest. “You’re so pretty already with all my marks on you.” He walks you over to the canvas that way, his lips pressed close to your ear.

You turn in his arm and reach for his cock, stroking him softly. “How do you want me?”

“Fuck if I know… gimme a second and don’t stop that.” He looks at the canvas, really thinking about this. You suddenly want to pull his hair again. “Hands above your head, babe,” he says, opening the bottle of paint and squirts a generous amount into his hand. “Keep them clean. You have to put me inside you.”

You lean against the canvas; it’s large, so large that your outstretched arms above your head just graze the wooden frame inside.

Eddie’s hands are dripping black paint as he grabs your hips, bends down and sucks your nipple into his mouth before he kisses up to the crook of your shoulder to suck on you once more. “One last one before I make a mess out of you.” The contrast between the warmth of his lips and the cool paint as he slides his hands up your sides to your ribs makes you squirm and whimper. Eddie steps back to look at his work.

“Fuck, I’m an artist.”

He grabs the bottle from the floor and gets more paint, letting it drip right to your tits before smudging with splayed fingers. You watch him, mesmerized. When he is satisfied, he spins you around and pats your thigh as a sign to widen your stance. You feel him shuffle behind you as he presses himself against you and your chest against the canvas.

“Ready?”

You reach down, fumbling in the air for a moment before you find him. “You ready?”

“Ye—ahhhh, you little minx,” he groans as you line him up and push back on him half the way. He holds you steady and slides in the rest of the way breathing out a long low fuuuuck. Then he stills. “Are you holding your breath? You ok?”

You are more than ok and you let the air out, your forehead dropping against the canvas. “It was that or letting everybody in the building know I’m getting stretched real fucking good right now…”

He angles your hips back and pushes closer. “Yeah, you are… shit, you’re unreal.”

“And you’re big. Gimme a moment.”

“All the time you want, I’m cosy here.”

While you get used to the stretch, Eddie caresses your back, rubbing small circles up the sides of your spine.

“I have a show next Tuesday,” he says kissing your shoulder. “Would love to see you in the first row.”

“Wouldn’t miss it… I assume it’s something hard?” you wiggle your ass, making you both sigh.

“You like it hard?” he laughs. “Music, I mean.”

“I do.”

“’Course you do. Can I fuck you now? Please?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Before the paint dries.”

He starts slow, pulling out almost all the way and sliding back in till he bottoms out. Your front slides against the canvas blackening out parts of it in big splotches.

“How’s this?” He’s so careful it makes your throat feel tight.

“You feel in-incredible.” You push back, meeting his thrusts as he picks up the pace.

“You’re incredible, sweetheart.”

Then you’re just getting lost in each other. His movements get rougher, more confident as he thrusts into you. You feel him deep inside you lighting little fires everywhere. A hand presses to the canvas next to your head, an arm loops around your waist and you yelp as he sharply slams into you. You beg him to do it again but he’s already on it, relentlessly fucking you into the canvas. Most of the paint is dry now, it’s prickling on your skin. Eddie moans your name into your ear, squeezing your tits and you squeeze your muscles around his cock.

“Shhh, babe…” you chuckle after he cries out.

“Fuck you,” he laughs hoarsely into your hair.

You’re so close again and you slip your hand between your legs but Eddie stops and pulls your arm to your back. “No nono, shit, not-not like that…”

“Eddie…”

“Stay like that,” he says and pulls out of you, leaving you empty and confused. There is some shuffling and then he is back behind you. “Going to be cold.”

“What— uhn!”

Paint trickles onto your arched back, sliding down your spine and making you shiver. Eddie gives your ass a little smack and turns you around, crowding you against the canvas, and hoists you up by your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck while he balances you out.

“Can’t do that all day but you’re close ‘n I wanna see that face when you come.” He leans you back to create some space between you. “Help me out, put me back inside you…”

You do as you’re told and you clench your thighs hard around his hips as he starts up almost at the same pace he stopped. He kisses you, so sloppy so wet you feel a string of spit between your mouths when he pulls back again to hook his arms under your knees and spreads you open so wide that you’re crying out his name.

“I got you,” he assures you, pounding into you at a new angle, so deep it makes you dizzy. “I got you, you can juuust fall apart…”

The noises you two are making where you’re joined are obscene.

“Holy shit,” you moan, “li-listen… those sounds.”

Eddie drops his head to your shoulder, sweat dripping from his forehead onto you. “Like fucking music…”

You laugh. “Fucking music indeed.”

“God, you’re perfect,” he presses out through a laugh and really leans into you. You grab a thick strand of hair and pull as your insides begin to tense.

“Oh… oh shit, don’t stop.”

The world tilts as he leans you back again. “Wouldn’t dare… touch yourself for me, I need to feel you come around me.”

“Come inside me, yeah?” you rasp as you circle your swollen throbbing clit.

His eyes bore into yours, the strain and pleasure all over his face. He’s a mess as much as you are. “Come on, darling… come for me… I want you to run through my fingers.”

And you swear you do: your head thumps against the wood frame as your muscles try to create a black hole or whatever happens under so much pressure, but who cares when this stupidly perfect man fucks you through the hardest orgasm anyone ever had while looking at you like he was fulfilling his fucking destiny. You can’t hear him over the blood rushing through your ears, but he looks so pretty with his nose scrunched up, a streak of black paint running over the bridge and his eyes shut tight. A few more thrusts and he collapses against your chest with stuttering hips, pinning you so hard against the wall that it drives the air out of you.

There is only breathing, hot air from his lungs against your tickling skin. You cup the back of his head and stroke his hair; he nuzzles deeper into your skin and makes a noise that sounds like fucking home.

“I need to put you down now… sorry.”

He puts you down but doesn’t let go. Kisses cover your face until you cup his cheeks and claim his mouth while he’s dripping down the inside of your thighs.

Then you giggle together, Eddie squeezing your ass with both hands, smiling at you so silly and soft. You’re thirsty, you let him have the bottle first and he gulps the water down, spilling down his chest, creating little rivers of paint that let the ink show through. You want to study those lines up close without twenty people around you, without the blinding fire of lust, but calm, taking your time asking questions.

“What’s going on up there?” he asks, tapping a finger against your forehead.

“I wanna study you some more,” you say, taking the bottle and down what’s left.

He doesn’t ask you what you mean, only tilts his head and smiles. Then he sits down in that worn-out armchair your mate had dragged in a few months ago, still naked, it isn’t time to cover up yet and you find a clean enough rag, climb into his lap and clean the paint off his face as gently as you can.

“Stop,” he grabs your hips, “do you have a camera or something?”

You do and the timer takes too long for you two not to start fooling around before the soft click of the shutter sounds. One more and one more and the film has only two more left and he pulls you in to kiss you just before the camera rewinds.

“You want to join me when I make the prints?”

“You, red light and chemicals?” he grins. “It’s a date.”

The painting is dry already; Guache dries rather fast, you explain to him. It’s itchy, he adds and scratches his chest, small flakes of black falling down to the floor. You sit in front of both your work, your head against his shoulder and your fingers fumbling with a strand of his hair that is stiff with paint.

“You know,” he says, “it would have made a damn good record cover before…”

“You can have a picture… I document every night before I go home.”

“Really? I mean, the picture?”

You brush sweaty hair off his forehead, “I’m sure it’s in good hands with you.”

He almost shoves you over when he kisses you, the giddy streak you saw earlier during class showing when he chuckles and licks your cheek like a puppy.

“It looks really good now though, don’t you think?”

“You’re just horny,” you laugh.

“What? You don’t like our work?” he pouts and this shouldn’t pull at your heart that much.

“I do,” you kiss the pout, “I was just teasing.”

“I mean it,” he looks at the canvas, “It’s a bit crooked and dented now, but that just adds to the charm.”

“It has nothing on you though when it comes to charm.” You lean in with a sultry smile and his palm cups your breast and then—

A knock on the door. “Come on, you still fucking in there? I need to work.”

You look at each other with large eyes and break out laughing, scrambling for your clothes. Eddie hisses sharply when you slap his ass just before he pulls up his jeans and you forgo the bra because one strap did not survive Eddie’s enthusiasm. There is paint sticking out of his collar that you couldn’t clean before your photo shoot and you remember to put the film in your pocket while he kisses your temple because he seems to can’t help himself but stay close to you.

“Ready?” you ask and he grabs your hand and nods, following you out.

“Finally,” your mate says, but smiles when she sees you. “Aren’t you that new model?”

“Muse,” he grins without further explanation.

You hand her the key, mouth a small sorry and admit it when she calls you out on your lie.

His hand is warm in yours, his thumb playing with your knuckles as you walk back through the hallway.

“So,” he says, “we gonna shower at your or my place?”

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x afab!reader #Eddie Munson smut #somnambulic-thing #my fic

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nenchainzz · 2 months

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𝒦𝒶𝒾'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈

Kai Chisaki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: choking, claiming kink, blowjob, cuckholding, doggy style, masturbation, dom!chisaki, sub!reader, sado/maso mention, shower sex, degradation kink, fuck machine mention, vibrating panties mention, teasing, threesome mention, cock description

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare = Baths and showers are this man’s bread and butter when it comes to aftercare. Even if he fucked you so hard you can barely move, he’ll carry you over, lol.

B = Body Part = If you were to ask him, he would say he likes his own hands. When it comes to you, his favorite body part on you is your neck - he loves how it looks when his hand is wrapped around it or when he marks it up with love bites.

C = Cum = He prefers to cum inside you, but if you’re not about that, then he’ll cum inside your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret = He’s not entirely opposed to having some of his inner circle subordinates fucking you with him sitting there watching the whole thing. He’d fuck you dumb right after ofc to show that he’s superior.

E = Experience = He doesn’t have too much experience but knows how to please you properly.

F = Favorite Position = His favorite position would have to be doggy style. Seeing you entirely at his mercy is enough to make him cum. He loves fucking you at his pace and for his pleasure.

G = Goofy = Definitely very serious, like no jokes or anything is happening in the moment.

H = Hair = He’s incredibly well groomed, doing so at least once or twice a week - it’s mostly for himself and his preference.

I = Intimacy = He can be romantic when he wants to be. He mostly is on special occasions, though.

J = Jack Off = I don’t see him doing it too often, so I will tentatively say that he doesn’t. However, when you’re not around, he will jerk off when showering.

K = Kink = Some kinks I see for him are probably a dom/sub dynamic between you two. I can also see a bit of a sado/maso dynamic as well, but nothing too crazy. I also think he has a heavy claiming kink with you as well.

L = Location = Mostly at home, but he also loves having sex in a shower or mayhaps in front of his subordinates.

M = Motivation = He loves it when you look cute and pretty to him. Also, when he gets jealous or pent up (those are also good motivators for him).

N = No = He may enjoy occasionally slapping, degrading, or choking you, but he would never you enough to draw any sort of blood. I also don’t see him being submissive in any way either.

O = Oral = He prefers receiving - having his cum in your mouth is one of his favorite sights in this world.

P = Pace = He prefers fast and rough because he loves watching you struggle to take him, but he may also use speed to punish you.

Q = Quickie = He isn’t one for them, but if you tease him enough, he may do it. (However, he may use orgasm denial during that).

R = Risk = He’s willing to take risks as long as they’re on his terms.

S = Stamina = He can go for a few rounds and will use that to his advantage. He loves how overstimulated you get from him.

T = Toys = He’ll use them on you only, but he doesn’t use them on himself. He prefers using a fuck machine or vibrating panties (legit, whatever he’s in the mood for).

U = Unfair = He LOVES teasing you (especially if you’ve been bad). Seeing you cry and beg for him gets him all hot. He loves knowing that he’s a necessity for you.

V = Volume = He doesn’t like being too loud and grunts mostly. He wants you to be the one screaming and moaning loudly.

W = Wild Card = The one subordinate he enjoys watching fuck you is Hari for sure (there may have been a few threesomes even).

X = X-Ray = He’s probably packing 7.5 with a pink tip that gets a cute reddish color when hard.

Y = Yearning = He doesn’t have a very high sex drive despite having a lot of stamina. He primarily uses sex as an outlet for his pent-up emotions and for his pleasure.

Z = Zzz = He usually doesn’t sleep much anyway, but he would wait for you to ensure you’re safe.

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#my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader

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gunnerfc · 3 months

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Leila Ouahabi NSFW Alphabet (18+, Minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She’s so focused on your needs after sex, always wants to make sure you’re okay and if you need anything

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Leila’s favorite body part is her arms, you like to grip them while she’s fucking you and she’ll always flex her arms to show off her muscles

Her favorite body part of yours is your waist, she loves leaving marks on your hips/waist because she’s the only person who will get to put them there

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

After shes made you cum with her strap, she’ll have you clean for her it and then go right back to fucking you with it and getting it all messy again

D: Dirty Secret

She’s taken videos of her fucking you, but in more of a 1st person POV that she watches religiously

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)

Leila knows what she’s doing and after learning what you like, she has you seeing stars with each orgasm

F: Favorite Position

You on your hands and knees while she’s fucking you roughly

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

100% focused on you and how she’s pleasuring you

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

While her actions might not seem that intimate, she knows the signs if you don’t like something or want something different and will change anything before you even have to ask

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

The only time she wants you to do it is if she’s watching, either in person or over Facetime so she can watch you struggle to make it feel as good as she does

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Leila loves degrading you, hearing you whine at her words makes her go so much harder

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Normally your bedroom since she doesn’t have to worry about being caught, though she does enjoy the thought of someone seeing you a mess

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Everything you turns her on, the simplest things will drive her crazy and she will need to have her hands on you

But also, seeing you in so much pleasure turns her on, there have been a few times she’s reached an orgasm simply from making you cum

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

It depends on what you don’t want to do, she loves pleasuring you and if something doesn’t seem enjoyable to you then it won’t be enjoyable for her

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Defiantly giving, she’s so good at it and will keep her head between your legs even after making you cum many times

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)

Fast and rough without a doubt and sometimes it is even rougher, especially if she’s jealous or had a bad game

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)

Leila doesn’t mind them because she loves making you cum but they don’t allow her to fully pleasure you the way she likes

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)

The only risk she enjoys is having the chance of someone seeing you, she doesn’t want it to happen but the thought of it happening turns her on

S: Stamina (How many rounds)

Leila can go for many rounds

T: Toys

Her favorite to use on you is a thick strap on

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Leila loves teasing you all the time and it’s only heightened in the bedroom, it goes hand in hand with her degrading you

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)

Leila isn't the loudest, her moans are usually lower and sound more like groans of pleasure

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

The way Leila found out she enjoyed almost getting caught was during an away game with City when her roommate almost caught you bent over the desk in the hotel room with Leila strap quickly trusting into you. Her hips had sped up hearing her roommate’s voice in the hall, thinking she was about to enter the room but instead went to the room next door.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s very high, she hates that you two can’t have sex all the time and have to do other things (like your jobs…)

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She only falls asleep after you and making sure you’re okay after sex

#woso x reader #man city women x reader #espwnt x reader #leila ouahabi #leila ouahabi x reader

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mrs-gucci · 4 months

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Study Session (blurb)

{ tutor!Coriolanus Snow x female reader }

just testing the Coryo waters with this little blurb :)

warnings. SMUT (minors dni), literally just a sex scene, sex to aid academic studying, probably incorrect Panem history (I tried), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, little/no aftercare.

word count: 402

** I got the concept of tutor!coryo from @murdrdocs **

Your study sessions with Coriolanus usually go like this: you’re studying flashcards, doing a review sheet and then next thing you know, your uniform pants are on the floor, you’re on the desk and he’s on top of you.

Today is no different.

"In which Districts were the jabberjays used for espionage during the First R-Rebellion?"

You whimper as his hips snap against yours. "D-Districts nine, t-twelve, and...ten?"

He comes to an abrupt halt and you groan softly at the loss.

"What was that?"

"Districts n-nine, twelve, a-and ten -- no, e-eleven. Eleven."

Coriolanus hums, then begins rolling his hips again, grunting with each forward move. Your eyes flutter shut, the table beneath you beginning to creak.

"Now, what sorts of things d-did the Treaty of Treason impose?"

It's getting harder and harder to think as your orgasm quickly approaches, but you try your best.

"Q-Quar...quarantining the d-districts..."

Coriolanus laughs breathily at your struggle. "Mhm. And what else?"

"Fuck, I-I can't think when y-you're fucking me, Coryo."

"You better give me an answer or I'll leave you here like this," he says, reaching up to hold your jaw and shake your head lightly. "Go on. You're doing so well for me."

"Surveillance w-was expanded t-too," you breathe, shuddering with arousal. "A-And the Hunger G-Games were s-started to remind the d-dis...districts of the r-rebellion."

He smirks, fucking you harder. "What a good girl. All I have to do is fuck the answers out of you and you get 'em all right."

All you can do at this point is just gasp and whimper and moan. This seems to spur him on more and his hand digs further into your jaw, keeping your head in place so you're looking up at him.

"Eyes on me," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Watch as I fill your little pussy with my cum."

As goosebumps of lust spread down your skin, Coryo reaches his peak and fucks his warm release deep inside you with a series of soft grunts.

You let out a shaky breath as his lips come up and press a few kisses to your jaw and throat. He pulls away soon after, tucking himself away before grabbing your panties and uniform pants.

When you sit up, he's looking at you with that signature smirk of his.

"What?" You ask.

He hums, still smirking as he grabs his bag.

"Good luck on your exam.”

#tbosas #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas fic

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aluvsal · 10 months

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𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏/𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘼𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

such a sweetheart, cleans you up and then gives you cuddles and kisses, sometimes runs you a bath.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his hands, he likes seeing them all over you. his favourite body part of yours are either your hips or your legs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he likes to cum inside you, on your boobs, or on your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves teasing you, even if he’s desperate himself, he’ll push that aside just to see you begging for him while on your knees.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he loves to see you ride him, especially when he’s in charge, he loves fucking you from underneath.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

usually pretty serious but if you’re feeling a bit down that day then he’ll always make little jokes to lighten the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

most of the time he’s incredibly intimate, if you’ve been teasing him the whole day then he can be a bit cold, still extremely warm and sweet afterwards tho.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t like to jack off, ever since he felt your hand around him, his hand physically can’t make him cum anymore.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

god, where do i begin? spit kink, daddy kink, edging kink, overstimulation kink, begging kink, degrading + praising kink, etc.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

loves doing it in bed or on the couch, but he’ll do it pretty much anywhere with you, backstage, the studio, the bathroom, the kitchen counter, the car, *anywhere*.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you beg. seeing you squirm in anticipation really gets him going. also when you give him the puppy eyes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that could cause you physical damage. (aside from light slapping and spanking). feet stuff, scat, piss stuff.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

loves both equally. he loves seeing you struggle to take his whole dick in your mouth but he also loves making you squirm and cum on his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

goes hand in hand with the intimacy headcanon. normally he’s slow and sensual, tries to get as deep as he can inside you. but if you’ve been teasing him all day he’ll just pin you down and rail you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

loves them, loves fucking you backstage just before a show, purposefully not finishing so he can go on stage with a big bulge in his jeans to tease you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

as long as the both of you feel good, he’s definitely taking risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he makes sure you cum at least a few times before he actually fucks you. he can cum around four times before he’s fully worn out.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, anything he can use to make you feel good. although, he prefers overall to just use his hands, mouth and his dick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

LOVES to tease. he can’t get enough of it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

loud groans and grunts when he’s a dom, needy whines and squeals when he’s a sub.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

loves to take pictures in the moment, grabs his polaroid camera and snaps a picture of you laying there, sweaty, squirming, filled with his dick, fucked out.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

huge. over 9 inches and extremely thick. slightly tanned with a pretty pink tip.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he can go for a few days without needing you, but he loves to fuck you as much as possible.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he makes sure you’re okay, cleaned up and comfortable before he cuddles you to sleep.

#alex turner smut #alex turner one shot #alex turner #alex turner alphabet #am era #alex turner x reader #indie smut rp

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uselessmicrowave · 11 months

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Nsfw alphabet for tfa wreck-gar?

A= Aftercare

You’ll get at least ten minutes of him clinging to you before you get proper aftercare. He makes sure you’re not sore and gives you lots of kisses.

B= Body Part

He really likes the markings on his face (kiss along them and he’ll melt). He loves every bit of your face, it’s a huge plus for him if you have freckles, birthmarks, acne scars or acne. He finds it so cute!

C= C/m

Wreck Gar doesn’t really understand this fixation, but, when he overloads there’s a lot of transfluid. More than a normal bot would have.

D= Dirty Secret

He would never keep something from you! Wreck-Gar loves you too much to keep secrets. He can be embarrassed about some of his preferences, but he’ll tell you.

E= Experience

No experience at all, you’re most likely his first partner.

F= Favorite Position

His faceplates pressed against your chest/neck, just any position where you’re close to him.

G= Goofy

Will openly make jokes and laugh with you, he’s not afraid to giggle about his own bad puns.

I= Intimacy

He struggles to hunch over enough to kiss you when you’re on his spike, but he’ll do everything else. Holding his servo is mandatory and don’t even think about not having his frame pushed against your body.

J= Jack Off

Not that often, twice a week at most.

K= Kink

Edging, handjobs, facials, finger sucking/biting, not anything that’s hardcore. Wreck Gar loves it when you’re careful with him, even though you don’t need to be.

L= Location

Preferably somewhere with a lockable door, doesn’t necessarily need to have thick or soundproof walls.

M= Motivation

Seeing your fleshy human body… he loves your curves.

N= No

Will not hit or degrade you.

O= Oral

He prefers giving instead of receiving. Enjoys feeling you squeezing down on his glossa.

P= Pace

Quickly paced when he starts, the closer to overload he is, he slows down dramatically.

Q= Quickie

He doesn’t really like quickies, it’s too fast for him, and it doesn’t give him enough time to properly love on you.

R= Risk

Doesn’t like the idea of getting caught, but he will pull you into a bathroom or closet when needed.

S= Stamina

He can go for two long rounds before passing out.

T= Toys

He could probably make you one, if he finds the right materials. He doesn’t have any though.

U= Unfair

He doesn’t really like to see you desperate, so he won’t tease you too much.

V= Volume

Wreck Gar, surprisingly, has outstanding volume control. He won’t make a sound until he wants to or feels like it.

W= Wild Card

He loves to have his digits in your mouth. His spike is (realistically) too big, so his fingers are the next best thing. He could overload with you sucking on his digits alone.

X= Xray

2 feet, 7 inches (79 cm), bright blue striped bio lights adorn the sides of his spike. Mostly orange, but his array has black and white contrasts.

Y= Yearning

He isn’t that needy, maybe asks to interface once a week.

Z= Zzz

Wreck-Gar will crash into recharge almost as soon as he settles down and has you in his arms.

#wreck gar #valveplug #tfa #transformers animated #tfa x reader #wreck gar x reader #tfa wreck gar

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twstwinnie · 2 years

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♝ Love Languages : Scarabia

characters: jamil viper, kalim al-asim

tags: hurt/comfort, gn! reader, ch. 4 spoilers !!

other dorms: ♥︎ ~ ☀︎ ~ ✎ ~ ♜ ~ •

a/n: ah, I absolutely did not mean to disappear on you all! uni has been hectic, but summer semester finished up so I finally have time again!! I’ll be trying my best to get back to it! So here’s Scarabia love languages!! —winnie ♥︎

♝ JAMIL ~

[ a c t s o f s e r v i c e ]

» Jamil is far too used to people refusing to see things from his point of view. He’s constantly being told that he must understand, that surely he’s smart enough to see what has to happen. But he doesn’t understand. He doesn’t see why things have to be so unfair. He’s treated as lesser than solely because of the circumstances of his birth. From day one, his life was dictated for him— what he could and couldn’t do was heavily regulated. He couldn’t even get praise for his achievements because they were automatically seen as “challenges” to the Asims. So, for as long as he can remember, he hasn’t done much for himself.

» He spends an incredible amount of time taking care of others. Whether that be Kalim, or his other dormmates, he seldom gets time for himself anymore. There’s just far too many expectations he has to uphold. Not to mention that no one out there really tries to understand him. Who checks on the person who’s always there for everyone else? Who’s there for the person that seems like he has his entire life in check?

» Jamil deals with most of his problems and stresses on his own. He struggles to take care of himself solely because he just doesn’t have time. And no one really offers to help him. That’s how life has always been for him, and so he’s come to expect that that’s how it’ll always be. So when you come along and change that up for him, it definitely throws him off at first.

» At first, he’s waiting for the bomb to drop. For you to ask something of him, or for there to be some condition in the way you act. After all, most of the time when people help him, it’s because they want something. But that day never comes and it shocks him. Are you dense? Do you not realize what you’re doing? Why would you willingly help him out with menial chores and tasks when you could do anything else with your time?

» “Do I need a reason? Okay, well. Then it’s because I like spending time with you. And I care about you. So I notice when something’s stressing you out, and I wanna help. Is that so hard to understand?” That’s what you tell him. He can’t help but get flustered and hide his face in response.

» You were worried about him. Not Kalim, not anyone else. Just him. It made his heart warm in a way that he didn’t quite understand at first, but he was quick to recognize it as endearment and affection. Naturally, as time went on, he sought out you and your company more and more. Not like he had to, though. You always seemed to be there the second he needed you. He never had to ask for you to be there. You just seemed to know and he couldn’t express just how much he appreciated that.

» With time, you both start dating. Jamil thinks that now that you’ve gotten to this point, maybe you’ll expect him to do things for you now. He expects more stress— but once again you blow him away. You insist that such things are nonsense and you help him even more. Not only do you help with his chores around Scarabia, but you plan ways for him to relax when he’s able. You’re independent, understanding, and incredibly loving.

» After particularly rough days, you’re there, making him meals so he doesn’t have to worry. Hell, he even trusts you enough to allow you to help cook for Kalim on occasion. But it’s because your intentions have always been pure. You’ve never had some ulterior motive. Your only intention has been to understand, be there for, and love Jamil. In all of the acts of service you show, that becomes clear to him.

» However, this becomes especially important after his overblot.

» Jamil fully expects to lose you. He expects you to yell at him for hurting Kalim, for keeping so much pain deep down, for hurling your friends across the desert and nearly killing them. He expects to lose the one person who actually understood all of his stress. That’s what he expected karma to give him in return for his actions. The loss of the person he loved most in the world.

» Instead, when he’s alone in the infirmary, bracing himself for your anger when you arrive, what he gets instead is you walking in, a plate of his favorite food in hand. You place it in front of him and sit beside him, pulling him into your side and kissing his cheek gently.

» “Talk to me. Let it out. I’m here.”

» And that’s enough for him to absolutely break. For the first time in his entire life, he cries. He mourns his circumstances, the unfair nature of his life. He lets out years upon years of trauma and you sit through it all, rubbing his back, wiping his tears away, making sure he’s taken care of. You don’t complain, nor do you show any anger or pity. You just sit and seek to understand why he overblotted. Then, once he opens up to you, you take care of him.

» While he’s bed bound, you cook for him, help brush and braid his hair, spend time with him, help him take his medicine— you show him that no matter what happens, you’ll always be by his side. Even in the face of so many comments against Jamil, whispers of “snake” or “monster,” you stay. Because you understand.

» You’ll always be the one to understand him and help him when he feels like it’s him against the world. And he’s forever grateful. Because whenever he’s with you,

» Jamil doesn’t feel like a servant. He doesn’t feel like he’s trapped. He just feels like a normal student who got lucky enough to have the most understanding, considerate partner in the world.

» And he knows that nothing he struggles with could ever push you away from him.

♝ KALIM ~

[ p h y s i c a l a f f e c t i o n + q u a l i t y t i m e ]

» Kalim is a bit of an interesting case. As an heir, he’s constantly showered in gifts, praise, and has people willing to help him out where possible. It may seem like with someone so sunny, there isn’t any possible way that he’s lacking in love. After all, he’s the beloved first born son, isn’t he?

» While that’s true, it’s not as bright as people make it out to be. The smile he wears are for the sake of others. He does it so his friends don’t worry, so his family doesn’t worry. He doesn’t want people to see him struggle because of that stigma that he has everything and has nothing to be upset about. Acting in a way that matches everyone else’s perceptions is exhausting, though. He never feels like he has a right to complain when so many others have it harder. But what he needs are the things that people overlook— the things that money cannot buy.

» Growing up in a wealthy family meant that his parents never really had time to spend with him. They were always busy with diplomatic relations, economics and various other things that Kalim didn’t quite understand. And his siblings spent time with him, sure, but they never really connected since he was the oldest. Then, there was Jamil, who only spent time with him out of obligation as his servant. They were never friends, and he never realized that until after Jamil’s overblot.

» Kalim has spent most of his life sheltered in fear of being assassinated. He was deprived of affection and meaningful connection, instead only being given things because people felt obligated to do so. Sure, he’s happy, smiley, touchy, but sometimes he just wishes that he didn’t have to be the one to initiate everything.

» He wanted to be worth enough for someone to choose to be affectionate with him. He wanted people to spend time with him not for his status, but because they liked Kalim. Not the Asim heir.

» He desperately wanted to be more than the title and money attached to his name. But he couldn’t tell people that. He had to act happy for everyone’s sake— he couldn’t let people see him struggle because he has everything.

» Though, he should’ve figured that someone would see right through that farce. When he meets you, you immediately notice that lingering sadness behind his eyes— you notice something more there. It isn’t difficult for you to put two and two together and realize that Kalim’s existence is a lonely one. Sheltered, showered in money, but nothing tangible. Nothing meaningful.

» So you go out of your way to spend time with him. Between classes, you walk with him to ask him about his day. You choose to be his lab partner when you can be. You visit him in his club— you strive to know who he truly is beneath that sunshine persona. Kalim can’t help but become attached to you and your presence. It was the first time that someone asked him to spend time together. For once, he wasn’t leading everyone around, dragging people to have fun with him to fill that lonely void in his heart.

» You came in and simply made time for him. You saw him as worth the time, the extra effort that he put forth towards so many others with no return. Whether it be a small get together at his dorm, or sneaking out and walking around campus late at night, it was enough for him. With you, he didn’t have to go all out. He didn’t have to be bright and entertaining in hopes of keeping you around. You stayed because you wanted to. You didn’t need anything in return.

» Soon enough, your relationship develops into something more. Hangouts become dates, and late night walks turn into spending the night in his dorm and waking up by his side. That’s when you realize how touch starved he is. He clings to others, but never gets that in return. He wants so desperately to feel that physical show of love— to prove to the world that someone— anyone— loves him for more than just a title.

» When you first wake up beside him as his lover, gently caressing his face with a smile, he nearly cries, leaning into your touch and nuzzling closer to you. You wrap your arms around him tightly, soundly reminding him that you love him. That you love the Kalim that smiles at you every day, the one that struggles, the one that tries so hard to make others happy to keep them from feeling the way he does. You love him for who he is.

» All of it hits Kalim harder than he would’ve expected. In the wake of Jamil’s overblot, he never truly admitted how much it all hurt. It hurt for the one friend he thought he had to snap at him and destroy what he saw as his reality. The one person he thought actually enjoyed his company didn’t, so having you there to comfort him, hug him, and kiss him is a much needed reminder. That no matter what happens to him, no matter how much he’s hurting, he’ll never be a bother to you. He’ll always be worth your time, your affection, your love.

» Nightly, after the incident during winter break, Kalim is in your arms, spending time with you, trying his best to cope and heal with your assistance. You run gentle fingers through his hair, insisting that it’s okay to be upset, conflicted. He doesn’t have to go back to being happy right away. He doesn’t have to pretend that things are okay. He appreciates your presence in such dire times. Having your warmth and presence, having you there to just distract him by spending time with him is a sort of saving grace. He feels like he can just be whatever he desires in your company. Kalim never needs to worry about you running off because he’s not meeting perceived expectations. You simply smile, intertwine his fingers with yours, and ask him if he’d rather distract himself with a walk or movie, or if sitting in silence is okay.

» And no matter what he picks, Kalim knows that yes, it will be okay. He will be okay. Because he has you. And you love him for who he is. You chose him over everyone else because you fell in love with his personality. Not his money. Not his status.

» You fell in love with Kalim. And he loves you more than anything else in the world.

— fin.

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venus-haze · 2 years

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Consider the following: Demon Elvis 👀 maybe you and your friends decided to play around with a Ouija board for spooky vibes on Halloween. Something goes predictably wrong, and before you know it…

You’re caught in a trap

You can’t walk out

Because he loves you too much, baby~

I LOVED writing this! Majorly inspired by In Dreams by Roy Orbison and also the countless horror films I've watched about otherworldly entities terrorizing people in their dreams🤭

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Warnings for demonic possession, blackmail, paranoia, disturbing physical injuries, unreality, emotional manipulation. Also some sexual content but nothing explicit. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

It’s a casual Halloween night, with your friends gathered at your place in half-assed costumes ready to get sick on alcohol and candy while watching scary movies. After a solid slate of Evil Dead and The Exorcist, you all drunkenly decide to pull out the Ouija board you’d bought as a joke from Toys R’ Us of all places

Within a few minutes, the lights are dim, save for a few candles you’d managed to light and place around the circle on the floor where you and your friends are sitting. Everyone places two fingers on the planchette, and you dramatically announce “If there are any spirits here, we welcome your presence”

You aren’t surprised when the planchette moves to “Hello” knowing at least a few people are moving it. “What’s your name?” a friend asks

“E-L-V-I-S” the planchette spells out. An odd name, but one that somebody probably had up their sleeve already. Someone else asks “Are you friendly?”

You can’t lie, your heart beats a little faster when it slides to “NO.” Yet, you muster up the courage to ask “What do you want?” only for the planchette to spell out your name. “C’mon guys, that’s not funny,” you scold, only to be met with looks of confusion from your friends

Suddenly, they pull their hands away as if the planchette was burning hot, leaving only you holding it as it moved wildly across the board to spell “I-W-A-N-T-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-“ As soon as you pull your hand away, all of the candles in the room blow out. Thoroughly terrified, you tell all of your friends to go home, annoyed by their little party trick when you’re nice enough to host

Even with all of the lights in your apartment on, you can’t relax, feeling on edge until you finally fall asleep in bed around two in the morning. Somehow you end up in your living room, except it isn’t your living room, but a distorted copy of it, a man you don’t recognize lounging on the couch where you and your friends had been watching movies a few hours earlier

He looks over at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gets up and crosses the threshold to you. He’s gorgeous, but something about him deeply unsettles you

“You didn’t say goodbye,” he teases, his voice deep and velvety. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you manners?”

“This isn’t real. I’m drunk, and this is a dream,” you say to yourself

He laughs cruelly before grabbing your hair, and it hurts, which makes your blood curdle in terror because it’s supposed to be a dream. His gaze falls to your lips, and he kisses you softly before whispering, “Let me give you something to remember me by”

His lips are on yours again as he puts his hand over your heart for a few moments before sliding it down to grope at your breasts. Your chest is burning, your cries of pain muffled by the suffocating kiss

When you wake up the next morning, your chest is aching instead of your head, despite how drunk you’d gotten the night before. You stumble into your bathroom and take your top off, letting out a scream when you see ‘ELVIS’ carved into your skin above your heart as if someone did it with a knife. You’re terrified to go to sleep, doing anything and everything to stay awake so you won’t see him

In the week or so you spend struggling to stay awake, the paranoia that accompanies your self-induced insomnia doesn’t help your situation at all, prompting your boss to send you home early from work and tell you to go to a hospital—except you can’t, because the second they see you, they’ll give you something to knock you out. Instead, you make a beeline for the nearest coffee shop and ask for triple shots of espresso

You avoid going home for as long as you can, and when you’re home, avoid your bedroom like the plague. Exhaustion sets in, though, and you try so hard to fight the sleep that’s overtaking you when you finally collapse on your couch

“It’s been a long time, baby,” Elvis says as soon as your eyes shut. “A long time”

You weakly demand that he leaves you alone and just let you rest, your mind running in fumes as it is

“Where’s the fun in that? I can do this as long as it takes for you to give in,” he taunts. “Poor thing, just thought you were playin’ a party game with your little friends, huh?”

You’re exhausted, and you know he means it when he says he can do it as long as it takes. You don’t have the willpower, and he has the time. “What do you want?”

He presses his pointer finger against your chest, where his name had been carved during your first encounter, “Your soul. As soon as I saw it I wanted it. You can make it so easy on yourself, just say yes, and it’ll all be over”

It’s not that simple, and you’re not that stupid, but you can’t keep doing this for the rest of your life. You ask him if he's normally this persistent, and when he responds with a laugh that shakes the warped version of your living room, you try to wake up, but you can't–either your body's too exhausted or he won't let you

When you try to run, the place where his name had been carved into your chest burns so bad you blackout in your dream, the last thing you see his void dark eyes and self-satisfied grin

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guitarriffsolo · 2 months

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A-Z headcanons for verosika mayday if you want no pressure!

💄Verosika Mayday NSFW Alphabet💋

A - Aftercare

If you’re a hook up would probably just put on her clothes and leave but if you guys are actually in in a relationship she’ll ask how it was and maybe snuggle a bit until you both fall asleep.

B - Body part

With 100% honesty she just likes her boobs and curves😭 For her partner she would love your lips and kissing them (both pairs if you’re afab ;))

C - Cum

Swallows, can’t think of more past that.

D - Dom or Sub?

I feel like she’s a switch with no lean. Sex is sex guys.

E - Experienced

Very experienced, I mean she’s literally a succubus. Experienced in all realms of sex and kink.

F - Favorite position

I can picture her loving to fuck against the wall. Wether top or bottom it’s super hot to her.

G - Goofy?

Outside of sex she makes a bunch of dirty jokes but actually in the act its a lot of sexy talk and less goofiness.

H - Hair

First I wrote clean shaven but now that I thought about it I think she would leave a little trimmed heart shape. Color is a very baby pink (like the majority of her head hair)

I - Intimacy

Very intimate, again as a succubus it all comes very easily for her during sex.

J - Jack off

I feel like instead of jacking off she would go out and find someone in the studio or nearby to hook up with. I mean who would say no to sleeping with THE Verosika Mayday?

K - Kink

Definitely bondage with all sorts of ties. I could picture her into threesomes and orgys.

L - Location

Will get frisky anywhere you please.

M - Motivation

Always up for sex but I think to actually get her wet hickies will do the job.

N - NO

I struggled with this but I came up with two turn offs. Sharp objects and severe denial (like being left alone tied up in a room) would be a no no for Verosika.

O - Oral

Is equally willing to both give and receive but has more experience with giving blow jobs then the amount of times she’s actually had someone eat her out.

P - Pace

I picture long, slow, and sensual foreplay but fast paced sex as she can’t wait any longer.

Q - Quickie

I imagine right before most of her shows she has a quickie to get the adrenaline pumping for the stage and performance.

R - Risk?

Takes a lot of risks with new kinks, public play, and all sorts. Very daring in all aspects of life but especially sex.

S - Stamina

Can last quite long. Succubus don’t necessarily get tired but she does prefer a few breaks more for a mental rest.

T - Toys

Wouldn’t go crazy for toys. Bondage, strap ons, and vibrators are where her collection ends. She would like the novelty of all these special toys but feels far more intimate with raw skin to skin sex.

U - Unfair

Will tease you until she eventually gets too desperate to continue that sort of play.

V - Volume

Naturally very loud but knows how to hold it in well and keep quiet when need be.

W - Wild card

Would hit a blunt while you guys are having sex and blow the smoke into your mouth.

X - X ray

D cup, has nipples that will get hard will easily. Her 🐱 is an innie and a slightly darker pink than her skin tone.

Y - Yearning

I think this woman is in like a constant state of horniness ngl.

Z - Zzz

I don’t think she would get like super tired afterwards unless it was a serious bdsm scene. If you guys are in a relationship though she’ll end up falling asleep just from the aftercare cuddle sesh.

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sagittariusmars2 · 1 year

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( Top to bottom ) How do women view u

Pile 1

I see that women that you’re close with or that you knew for a long time think you’ve changed or that you’re fake/ 2 faced, women may think that you’re living your best life when your struggling because you don’t look like what you’ve been through. Women that don’t have access to you anymore regret what they did/they feel angry or at a loss, women view you as a good friend or someone who’s really supportive/talented. Signs- Scorpio, virgo,Sagittarius. Initials- E, K, N

Pile 2

Women view you as someone who has been healing and getting past hard times, women view you as happy/prosperous and you have very bright childlike energy but your still mature and logical when you need to. Women view you as friendly/funny, lucky, and nice. Women see how things are changing for the better and you’re improving, women view you as masculine or someone who has balanced masculine and feminine energy. Signs- Virgo/Leo, initials- W, U, H, J, V, X, Q, A

Pile 3

Women view you as someone who’s very feminine/nurturing and attractive, women view u as someone who can be a heartbreaker. Some women are sad/heartbroken over u, women view you as someone who is important and when u leave it’s very overwhelming to deal with. Women view you as someone who’s detached/lonely, or you live in your own world. Women view u as someone who like to travel, women view you as peaceful/harmonious/balanced and patient. Women view you as competition because of how abundant, intelligent, intuitive, energetic and divine you are. Signs- Gemini, Capricorn, Taurus. Initials- X, G, O, W, C, R, U, Z, I

Pile 4

Women view u as toxic/very sexual and addictive, women view you as someone that they have to have. Women view you as someone that they want control over and they see how dominate/mature and fiery u are, women want u to submit to them in multiple ways. Women view u as feisty/frustrating, women view u as someone who won’t sugarcoat and very honest. Women view u as someone with a sharp tongue/very triggering, women view you as intelligent and calculated. Women view u as someone who doesn’t waste their time on drama/things that don’t serve them, women view you as overwhelming, abundant, and hardworking. Women view u as someone they want to be and they look up to u, women view you as strong and very adaptable/preserving. Women view u as someone who is very important to them and your absence makes a big difference, women view you as opinionated/unbothered and successful. Women view u as someone who is isolated, constantly changing and gives good advice. Signs- Taurus, libra, Virgo, and Aries. Initials- S, I, V, A, E, Y

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trashyswitch · 2 years

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Day 6: Hiding

Cesar is hiding from a creepy twin-version of himself. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. All he knows is that he might be dying tonight…

Day 6! I’m at work with my mom, so I’m totally not using my data to upload…shh…

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This fanfic is written for Pumpkinpaw.

Cesar was hiding under a table in the kitchen. His heart was racing as he watched the creepy twin-like being with terror. The creature looked almost exactly like him. But…his eyes were a little bit bigger than he’s used to seeing on himself. His eyes looked…huge. Unusually huge.

“C e s a r ~ ” The alternate said with a hint of tease in his voice.

Cesar quickly covered his mouth with a trembling hand, so as to not let out a sound…he didn’t even want to let out the smallest sound of a breath from his mouth. He was too scared to say anything…let alone breathe properly…

Cesar was hiding under his bed, trying to stay safe. He had texted 911 already, telling them what he had seen, who he was and what his address was. Why had he texted 911 rather than calling? Well…using his voice would be impossible if you’re trying to stay quiet. He had answered the rest of their questions before closing his phone and staying under the bed.

At this point, his breaths were shallow…slow…completely silent.

“C o m e o u t, c o m e o u t w h e r e v e r y o u a r e ~ ” The alternate called with a big, disproportionate smile on his face.

Cesar resisted his need to whine or yelp. He only silently stuttered…The police had said they would be at his address in a few minutes…So all he had to do…was wait things out until then.

“ I k n o w y o u ‘ r e i n h e r e . . .” The alternate said. “I c a n s m e l l y o u .” The alternate said.

Cesar squeezed his eyes shut in terror. If he wasn’t so scared right now, he probably would’ve laughed at the false twin’s words. But…this was not a drill. This was a real situation…and there was a big chance he may die tonight.

Growing more and more fearful, Cesar took this time to try and stay calm. Cesar repeated a sentence over and over in his head.

‘I can make it…I can make it…I can make it…” Cesar thought.

The alternate soon found something suspicious. “O o o o h . . .” the alternate muttered.

Cesar widened his eyes. Uh oh…

“W h a t i s t h i s ?” the alternate asked.

Cesar turned his head, unable to see what the alternate was referring to. “...”

“ A f o o t ?” The alternate asked.

Cesar went completely pale. He probably would’ve gasped in horror if he wasn’t trying to be quiet right now. But…

Did the false twin just find his foot?!

“I s t h i s a r e a l f o o t?” The alternate asked. “O r p e r h a p s . . . d e c o r a t i o n ?” The alternate asked next, giving the foot a poke.

Cesar bit his lip, wiggling his foot around.

“I t m o v e s ?” The alternate asked next.

Cesar was beyond terrified now, not knowing what was going to happen to him.

The alternate smiled abnormally widely…and started drawing his long, slim finger up and down the foot.

Cesar let out a choked-off gasp and scrunched his foot, wiggling it around rapidly.

The alternate chuckled deeply as he brought his slim finger up to the toes.

Cesar quickly gripped onto his hair, struggling desperately not to laugh. He was too ticklish for this!!

The alternate added a second finger to the foot…and made his fingers walk backwards down Cesar’s foot to the heel.

Cesar shook his head violently as tears formed in his eyes from holding back all his laughter.

The alternate smirked as he tickled the heel with both his fingers. “T i c k l e t i c k l e t i c k l e t i c k l e t i c k l e ~ ” The alternate teased with a voice identical to Cesar’s natural voice.

It was like Cesar was tickling himself!

Cesar bit his quivering lip as hard as he could, his hands and feet twitching and shaking in ticklish agony.

Then…The alternate added a third finger. 3 fingers were climbing up and down Cesar’s foot now. And he soon started switching between ticking the left foot and tickling the right foot.

Cesar tried to wiggle his feet away from the tickling. But he only had only a little bit of room to go. And even if he moved them, the fingers would either follow the foot, or move on to the other foot.

The Alternate stretched out his fingers and tickled the almost the entire foot with only 3 fingers. “H o w l o n g c a n a m o r t a l l i k e y o u l a s t ?” The alternate asked.

Cesar whined a bit, trying to pull his ankles under the bed. But the alternate wasn’t going to let him get away so easily…

Growing eager to break him, the alternate sat down…grabbed Cesar’s ankle with one hand, and started skittering all 5 of his long fingers on Cesar’s arch.

Cesar gasped and wailed with laughter! His feet were desperately wiggling and twitching in ticklish agony. “NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!”

“C o o c h y c o o c h y c o o c h y c o o c h y c o o ~” The alternate teased. “P o o r C e s a r . . . T o o t i c k l i s h f o r h i s o w n g o o d .” The alternate teased further.

“MEHEHEHEHERCY!! PLEHEHEHEASE! IT T-T-TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” Cesar laughed helplessly.

“H m m m . . . H o w m a n y t i c k l e s w o u l d i t t a k e t o d r i v e y o u c r a z y ?” The alternate asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEASE! MAHAHAHAHARK!!” Cesar shouted.

“H m m m m . . . T w o t i c k l e s ? F i v e t i c k l e s? P e r h a p s t e n t i c k l e s ?” The alternate added.

Cesar started hiccuping in laughter, trying not to squirm away.

“N o w : “ The alternate yanked Cesar out from under the bed and wrapped his arms around Cesar. “L e t ‘ s h a v e s o m e R E A L f u n .” He said next.

Cesar yelped and panted, shaking again. He did NOT like where this was going…

The alternate held Cesar upside down by his ankle, and lifted him up so Cesar’s stomach was in front of alternate Cesar’s face.

“W-WAIT! W-WHAT ARE YOU-”Cesar tried to get out.

The alternate smirked and blew some gentle air onto Cesar’s exposed stomach.

Cesar squeaked and shivered, giggling a bit.

He poked Cesar’s belly button. “B o o p .” He said.

Cesar snorted.

The alternate smirked evilly and drew circles in Cesar’s belly button super quickly.

Cesar suddenly squealed loudly and started laughing hard. The belly button has always been one of his worst tickle spots on his person. And the fact that a person with the spitting image of himself was taking advantage of that, was super unfair.

“W h a t a s t r a n g e b u t t o n .” The alternate stated.

“STAH- STAHAHAHAP!” Cesar shouted.

“I d o n ‘ t l i k e h a p p y t h i n g s o f t e n . Y o u a r e l u c k y .” The alternate added.

Cesar blushed, hiccuping and snorting.

“W h e r e d o e s t h i s b u t t o n g o ?” The alternate asked.

Cesar threw his head back with a girly squeal.

“P e r h a p s i t i s a s e c r e t e n t r a n c e i n t o i n s a n i t y ?” The alternate asked. “O r m a y b e a g a t e w a y t o h e l l ?”

Cesar snorted a few more times. “S-SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! AHAHAHASSHOLE-”

The alternate brought Cesar’s ear closer to his mouth. “I f y o u w a n t t o s t a y a l i v e , I w o u l d s t r o n g l y r e c o m m e n d y o u W A T C H Y O U R W O R D S .” The alternate shot back at him.

Cesar was shaking violently in terror.

Then, the alternate did something unexpected: He smiled. And not just a creepy smile…a genuine smile.

Cesar wouldn’t stop shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut in fear and just waited to be killed…

“ I f o r g e t h o w f u n a n d e x h i l a r a t i n g s c a r i n g p e o p l e c a n b e .” He told him.

“L-let go of me!..” Cesar ordered.

“…A n d w h y s h o u l d I ?” The alternate asked.

Cesar looked at him. “…fUCKING LET GO-”

The alternate sighed. “F i n e .”

Then…Cesar immediately started scribbling his nails against the alternate’s sides with a big smirk on his face.

“U M - W H A H A H A H A T ?!” The alternate reacted.

Cesar giggled at him as he kept going.

Alternate Cesar yelped and fell onto the ground in surprise. “N O H O H O H O H O!” The alternate reacted.

“Kitchy kitchy koo~” Cesar teased with a big smirk on his face.

“G E H E H E T O H O H O F F M E H E H E H E ! B E G O H O H O H O N E !” The alternate ordered loudly.

Cesar snickered and sped up… “No~”

And so…Cesar ended up getting at least a little bit of revenge before…you know…he eventually died.

So let it be known: that just because the alternate decides to tickle his victim, doesn’t mean the victim is leaving that house alive.

#tickletober2022 #day 6 #ticklefic #switch!cesar #switch!alternate

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