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cherry-velvet-skies · 4 months

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Within You, Without You (18+)

George Harrison × GN!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, all the things

Warnings: A very short sex scene, power play if you squint, slight nipple play, convos about insecurities and low self confidence and stuff like that

Words: 3.2k

Summary: 1967 era; You need to find a way to relax, and George offers to be your guide through tantral meditation

T/N: Domine- Latin for master; used from a place of utmost respect

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You had tried everything. Anything that would help to decrease your stress levels. These past few weeks had been tough on you, and all you wanted was for your brain to quiet down for a bit. But nothing seemed to work, no matter how hard you tried. So, you thought of the only thing that even had a shot at clearing your head: meditation. And lucky for you, you had just the person to teach you.

For someone with his level of experience, George was very well versed in the art of meditation. He had been given the tools to get to a place where he was comfortable practicing on his own, and that was really all there was to it. And he was more than happy to pass on any amount of his knowledge to you.

"Most people start out in the position you see most often, which is sitting on the floor with your legs crossed." George instructed as he sat down next to you, demonstrating the position. You couldn't help but stare at the wide variety of decor placed throughout the room. George had a specific room that he would go only to meditate. Apparently, having a designated space is supposed to enhance your chances of successful meditation.

You had half expected the room to be devoid of color, but it was quite the opposite. It looked as though all the wonderful colors of the rainbow had performed an interpretive dance across the walls, twirling and swinging about in perfect harmony. This was not the environment you had in mind.

"I always thought meditation was supposed to be about clearing your mind." You stated. "That's why most yoga studios are painted white." George gave you a confused stare.

"Meditation is about clearing your mind of negative energy. Not blanking it out completely." He replied, smoothing out the carpet fibers beneath his feet. "Meditating in a completely white room is not going to help you at all. You should be surrounded by things that are going to positively stimulate your brain." He looked around for a moment, admiring his own decor before turning back to you. "Although positive stimulation looks different for everyone, an assortment of colors is the most natural form of it."

“So is meditation always done this way?” You questioned, honestly having no clue where to start. George always had so much knowledge to share, and it wasn’t that you had no interest in meditation. You often felt that it wouldn’t work for you, but realized that you would never know if you never tried.

“This practice is the best entry to meditation. But once it comes more naturally to you, you can do it from anywhere at any time,” George explained, “To reach an optimal mental state for meditation, it does take much more than to sit cross-legged and close your eyes. It’s about reaching an internal piece, which would then translate to the physical body. However, the key is to start small.” He motioned towards several fluffy pillows on the floor beside him. “If the floor is too hard, you can use one of these.”

“And by doing this, I'll just…feel better?” You asked, getting comfy on one of the pillows. There were several colors, the one you chose being a soft orange.

“Well, not exactly.” George chuckled, He was always so patient. “You have to incorporate your mind as well. Like I said, clearing your mind means clearing negative energy. The best way to do that is to think of a place that brings you comfort and imagine that you’re there. To get in touch with both your mind and your body.”

You sighed. That was always your problem. You felt like you were too much in your own head and needed an escape. How were you supposed to be one with your mind if you didn’t even want to be in there in the first place?

“I just know what’s going to happen,” You whined, “I’m gonna get frustrated and it’ll have the opposite effect on me.”

George blinked at you, pursing his lips. “Can you at least try, love?” He offered, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here if you need me.”

You couldn’t help but smile. George’s genuine desire to help you truly did make things easier, but it was your stubborn brain that wouldn’t put in the effort. It technically wasn’t entirely your fault, but it was hell to live with. But George was right. Not trying meant shutting out the possibility of finding a solution. He didn’t want you to do it just to please him. He wanted you to want to do it. To do it for yourself.

“Alright.’ You said, exhaling sharply. “I’ll try.”

George smiled warmly, adorable fangs on full display. He didn’t have to do much to help you get ready as you were already in position. He stood off to the side, waiting to begin his part of the process as you settled into a comfortable zone. You did everything he said. Crossing your legs, closing your eyes, and relaxing into a decompressing posture. You drew in a deep breath, exhaling and trying your hardest to release any tension along with it.

After you closed your eyes, you felt George continue to stand around you, assessing your method of choice. You decided to go with the traditional method, despite your earlier qualms about its lack of stimulation. You figured that maybe less was more, and that by trying to calm your body down to an optimal level, you would achieve your desired outcome. But of course, without fail, once you tried to focus on finding a sense of tranquility, your thoughts took over and you were back where you started.

“I can’t…” You said shakily. “I can’t do it.’ You still hadn’t opened your eyes, because you knew if you did, there would be no stopping the flow of tears.

“Perhaps you need something else to focus on.” George replied, standing behind you now. He placed his hands on your shoulders and waited there for a moment. You didn’t tense up or try to move away, so he proceeded. He slid his fingers up and down your neck, gently squeezing your muscles as he went. You still kept your eyes closed, but furrowed your brows in confusion. To you, this seemed like the most inopportune time for a shoulder massage, but refused to object. You trusted that George knew what he was doing to some degree.

“Think of yourself as if you were facing them directly.” He announced, implementing a new kind of tactic, “Give them advice on how to achieve your goal right now.”

“George, what are you doing?” You interrupted, “How is this supposed to make me relax for meditation? The last thing I want to be thinking about is how I view myself.” George removed his right hand from your shoulder and placed his index finger at the base of your head, slowly tracing down your spine. You shivered, feeling like electricity was flowing through your body. “How did you do that?” You whispered, a slightly shudder moving through your voice as you spoke. “Why did I feel that?”

“We often find it hard to look within ourselves for answers, especially if we feel we aren’t qualified to give them. The vision of speaking to someone else helps to translate that motivation into an exterior perspective.” Classic George. You ask him a simple question and he gives you the secrets of life.

“Okay…” You breathed, “But when I look at myself, all I do is criticize them, whether it’s a mirror or a clone.” You were close to giving up, and it was clear George was running out of options. He remained stationary, his hands never leaving your shoulders. He sighed, thinking for a moment before making any sudden movements.

Mere seconds later, George resumed his shoulder massage, but instead of maintaining his posture, he bent down, mouth level with your ear. His voice was not above a whisper, his tone dripping with a new and improved delightful idea.

“Tell me how to help you, my Domine…”

You froze. This was the only thing that actually got you to sit up straight. You opened your eyes and turned to look at George only for him to shush you and turn your head back to stare at the wall in front of you. He kept his left hand cupped around your jaw, making sure you didn’t move it again, but there was no discipline. His grip was quite loose. You ideally could’ve gotten up and walked out if you truly wanted to. He wasn’t keeping you there.

“You know latin?” You mumbled, still perplexed at his new name for you.

George chuckled. “I know many things. All are useful at some time or another.” He pressed into your shoulders, his smile growing as you released some tension in the form of a strained whimper. He leaned to your ear again.

“If you can’t tell yourself what to do…tell me instead.”

You froze, but your following response was done with no hesitation. It was methodic. Robotic, almost. You adjusted your posture, locking into your newfound confidence.

“Make me feel good.” You whispered, knowing no additional details were needed. George went straight to work, placing his fingers at the back of your neck, towards the base of your skull. “Make me feel that sensation again.” You added, not knowing how to describe it but already feeling addicted. You wished it could flow through your body on command, giving you a boost at any time of day. You pretended as if you were alone, eyes closed and rhythmic breathing as his hands explored your body. A small sigh left George’s lips, exhaling a small puff of air onto your lower back while his fingers wisped across your spine. Every touch felt like a feather, as if he was there but he wasn’t. He truly gave you the illusion of peaceful solitude, merely being an assisting spirit to guide you in your journey of inward and outward reflection.

“Move to the front.” You announced, and George stopped in his tracks. Your initial reaction was to withdraw, fearing you sounded too demanding. Too commanding. Too strong. But you remained stationary, awaiting your lover’s next move. You heard him shuffle, and the new shadow in front of you, changing the amount of natural light billowing onto your body gave you the confirmation that your orders had been followed. George inhaled another long breath, ostensibly entering his own corresponding headspace.

“All I wish is to please you, my dear.”

Your body gave into the scene, falling back onto your palms while still keeping your legs crossed. You arched your back, pushing your chest towards him, giving him a compensatory level of control in this otherwise hierarchical situation. After a while, George began to drift off as well, taking in the sensation across your torso as he massaged your chest and pressed small kisses across your shoulders. You didn’t expect him to take to this so easily, but it seemed like second nature to the two of you. Perhaps it was always meant to be this way.

What mostly came to your surprise was when George’s fingers brushed over your nipples through your shirt, causing your hips to jolt involuntarily. You still weren’t sure if that was intentional or not, but there was certainly an additional advantage. He was testing you, waiting to see if it was what you wanted. Technically, you had complete control over what he would do next, yet he knew that if he took matters into his own hands, you wouldn’t stop him. You wanted it more than ever. You wanted to tell him to just have his way with you. And you knew you absolutely could. He knew you could. He would do whatever you wanted him to. But it wasn’t about what he wanted. It was all about how long you could fight the urge to tip the balance. To realize that the one who submits all power is truly the one in control. He was giving you the chance to be demanding. To be commanding. To be strong. The power play was absolutely diabolical.

“Do that again.” You choked out, trying your best not to sound desperate. George knew exactly what you wanted. So he did it again, but softer. More enjoyable. More deliberate. And by telling him what you wanted, he knew you had acquired a new goal. And you wanted to see how far he would go to please you.

“Make me feel confident.” You sighed. “Make me feel powerful.”

“I can’t do that, dear.” George replied without missing a beat, thumbs still slowly dragging back and forth across your nipples. “That has to come from within.”

You whined. The closer you got to what you wanted, the harder it was to keep up the confidence. You thought choosing the route of pleasure would be easier for you, but it was the same old story. Entering with a confident facade was simple. But the deeper you went, the more you wanted to back out.

“It doesn’t feel like me.” You breathed. George moved his hands to your waist, opting for a soft massage to ease the level of stimulation.

“Don’t lose it,” He whispered, “You were doing great.” You didn’t respond, slowly being dragged back inside your own head. If this had any shot of working, George knew he had to keep you grounded. “We both know this is something the real you wants.”

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts into a neatly folded pile. Based on your personal skills, it looked more like a lumpy pile of laundry, but at least it was all together. You tried to imagine that you were alone again. That your only company was yourself. And for the first time, the person staring back at you was a true reflection. Still in your own world, you whispered so that only you could hear.

“Give me what I need. Give me what I want.” But George heard you loud and clear, assuming his role and getting you to the end. He resumed his deliberate touching across your chest, and you immersed yourself in it as if it were your own. You don’t know how long it went on for, but all you knew was that you never wanted it to end. George moved as if he was giving a deep tissue massage to your soul. Everything you said, he did. Everywhere you wanted to be touched, he did. He didn’t need to understand your rhyme or reason. Whatever your body was calling out for needed to be answered. The real you needed to be heard.

Eventually you felt a bout of pressure begin to build inside you. The longer it went on, the stronger it felt. Lately, the concept of pleasure had been one form of stress relief you couldn’t rely on. Try as you must, you couldn’t bring yourself to the edge. But this time was different. In his newfound role, George had bestowed upon you the virtual reality of physical pleasure. It wasn’t sex. You didn’t want sex. Throughout this entire session, you had never once asked him to touch you in your most intimate place. This was about stimulation. But if it ended in an orgasm, you were more than satisfied with that.

And you felt it. It slowly rose, like a high tide during a full moon. The soft light bouncing off the rippling water like your body started to shake, the glorious light of your soul trying to break out of your skin. Though he sensed you nearing the edge, George didn’t speed up. He didn’t slow down. He didn’t change anything. He stared at you as your head tipped back, small moans leaving your lips. You couldn’t say anything else to direct him, but there was nothing left to say anyway. The pleasure had peaked, the wave reaching a new height. It came crashing down onto the shore, your orgasm flowing through you. You released with a gasping shout, your exclamation nothing short of the highest praise for George and his intricate touches. Your arms could no longer hold you up, and your elbows buckled, sending you falling backwards onto the floor. George caught your head before you made contact, lowering you down the rest of the way. He rubbed small circles on the soft skin of your stomach just above your waistband. You sighed, your breathing slowly returning to normal as your lover began to leave small kisses on your right shoulder. You giggled, celebrating the fact that your new goal had been accomplished: it was the first time you had ever come untouched.

George laid on the floor next to you, head tucked in your neck and one hand flat over your stomach, patting it in a slow, rhythmic fashion. “You need anything?” He whispered, poking your ear with his nose. You shook your head no, not wanting to move from this position, which included having him next to you. You rolled on your side to face him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. “I do have one question, though,” you mumbled, still in your post-coital haze, “does meditation usually lead to sex?”

George chuckled, slinging his arm over your hip to brush his hand over your back. “That is called tantra, love. It uses multiple forms of stimulation simultaneously, and yes, sometimes it does result in pleasurable situations like these.”

You smiled, pondering the topic. “So it’s meditation in the form of pleasure? But how does that relate to me feeling more confident?”

“It’s all about unlocking your true potential.” George replied, pausing briefly to perfect his explanation. “You felt confident. That’s mental stimulation. And paired with the physical stimulation, it provided enough emotional stimulation for you to have a powerful release.” He stared into your eyes with a mixture of love and gratitude. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to own up to it yet, but having you tell him what to do was also an example of mental and emotional stimulation. One that he had not been able to find on his own. The concept of joint meditation was something mutually beneficial.

“So when can we do it again?” You mused, earning a light chuckle from the man beside you.

“Whenever you want, my Domine.” George teased, seeing how you shivered at the recurring mention of your new title. He took the pillow that you had been using as a cushion and urged you to lift your head, placing it on the floor underneath you, watching as you sunk into the plush fabric. You smiled warmly, watching him take another pillow from the pile beside you, both of you get comfortable on the floor. The carpet was soft enough, but the addition of the pillows made for a fine place to have a nap. Eyes softly closing as the warm sun cascaded through the window and blanketed your nearly sleeping forms, your voice came as a barely audible whisper.

“Did you enjoy having me be in charge for once?” George smiled, not bothering to open his eyes to respond, but hearing your statement loud and clear. He thought for a moment before answering, but there was technically no need. He was no stranger to an apparently not so new experience.

“You’ve always been in charge to me, my dear.”

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Happy new year y'all! 🥰🥰🥰 To kick off 2024, I figured I would finally finish up the last fic that was featured in that poll I made however many months ago that was lol also I will say that this is my first smut fic so pls go easy on me 😅 I'm sure I'll get there eventually BUT other than that I hope you enjoy! 😁

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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Kk so it 2 in the morning and I’m horny so fem reader x tom Holland or Nathan Drake which ever you prefer where tom/ Nathan is always cocky in public and reader is shy and quiet but In bed the opposite and reader is like really dominant and stuff and Tom/Nathan is kinda like babyish idk only if your ok with it tho tyyyyy

talkative

warnings: smut; (unprotected sex, cockwarming, dirty talk), fluff, and language

note: i wrote this very fast because i feel bad for procrastinating my other writings :) also, i’m not a huge fan of sub!male but i tried it anyway (probably won’t do again)

(slight) sub!ceo!tom x (slight) dom!reader

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“we made it official in january,” tom chats with his co-worker, harrison, and his wife that are seated across the table from you. tom squeezes your hand on the white-cloth table. tonight was a simple dinner with tom’s best employee who has been working with him for years. they grew to be great friends over time.

“you always did know how to close a deal,” both men share a hearty laugh while you smile softly at tom. he returns a smile graciously, making your chest bubble with love.

even months after the wedding, that honeymoon feeling never faded away. every day with tom was like a dream. you couldn’t have asked for anyone or anything else.

“well, you two make just the loveliest pair,” harrison’s wife compliments with a fond expression. yours and tom’s smiles deepen with love and warmth as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“we do, don’t we, darling?” tom puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a forehead kiss. a heated rush runs through your head at the action. you were never good at pda; it always made you flushed and you couldn’t hide how it affected you.

you talked little throughout the rest of the dinner. sure, if someone asked you a question or two you’d answer, but you were never the most talkative. you grew up a listener, curious to hear what others had to say. however, when it was just you and tom, you were more open and detailed when you spoke.

especially when it came to the bedroom. you didn’t know you were that talkative until you met tom. well, until you had sex with tom.

it was freeing and comforting to know that there was always someone who was just as curious as you. so, out of curiosity, you married him.

even with separate chairs, you leaned close into tom’s side as the night continued. your hands intertwined under the table, resting on your smooth legs. tom would rub reassuring circles over your knuckles and occasionally kiss your temple to remind you that he was right there. his little actions of care was something that you not only craved but grew to need.

a familiar, fuzzy feeling burned in your lower stomach that you had to endure until you went home.

when the dinner ended, you all said your polite goodbyes and shared charming smiles. tom and you walked toward the car and headed home.

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as tom and you got ready for bed, your need for him was growing uncomfortable.

“tom.”

“yes, baby?”

“i need you.”

with the simplest words, you were crawling over tom’s lap in an instant. your silk nightgown rose to your hips as your legs spread over his hard bulge underneath his boxers.

“you’re already hard?” your hands rested on his muscular shoulders as you rolled your hips in a circular motion. tom groaned and put his hands on your hips to guide you. “poor tommy.”

“‘course i am. looked fucking gorgeous in that dress tonight,” he huffed out as your movements got faster. “fuck. need to be inside you.”

“why should i let you?” you teasingly questioned as you pulled down the delicate straps of your gown, revealing your pebbled nipples. licking your lips, you stopped rolling your hips until tom gave you an answer. he puffed out, irritated at how much control you have over him.

“i waited all night. talked to harry and madeline the whole time so i wouldn’t be too tempted to take you in the bathroom stall,” tom negotiated breathlessly.

“hmm. i guess that’s valid enough,” you shifted your panties to the side while tom hastingly slid down his boxers. his eagerness to be with you always caused a smug smile on your face. you were just as eager, but way better at hiding it clearly.

you rubbed your arousal against his cock, edging you both. without wasting any more time, you lifted your body up and angled his cock deep inside of you. you both hiss at the feeling as if you’ve never been together. but your bodies knew each other more than anyone else you knew.

his smooth, rough hands caress your sides as you pick up your pace. your breasts bounce as both of your moans collide in the heated air. your hands crawl around his neck and dig into his scalp. your cunt squeezes his cock causing him to whimper with a rough bite of his lips.

“k-kiss me,” tom moans with his head moving loosely.

“what, no ‘please’?”

“baby, please fucking kiss me,” his fingers twist your nipples, nearly stealing all your words from you. you bite your lip at the pinch of pain, leaning into his touch.

“that’s more like it.”

your lips crash together in a burning kiss. the fire between you two never seemed to dwindle, and you both melted together as if you were one. your hips never ruined their accelerated pace, even when tom began to thrust up into you.

the additional movement had you both moaning and groaning desperately against each other’s mouths. too immersed in tom’s lips, you were blind to notice tom slipping his hand between you both. he slyly rubs your throbbing clit, getting you closer to your orgasm.

sweat dampened at your foreheads while your legs burned from the vertical repetition. you felt tom’s cock twitch inside of you, alerting you that he was very close.

“come inside of me. i need your cum in me, tommy,” you encouragingly demanded in shaky breaths. obeying, tom releases inside of you, coating your walls.

“come with me, darling,” tom directed. you clutch around his length, squeezing everything out of him. the sensation of his fingers and his orgasm have you coming right soon after. he guides your hips as you ride out your blissful highs together.

all that can be heard are your panting breaths and your racing hearts as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. tom caresses and rubs your back, cock still sitting warm inside of you. neither of you make any movements, too afraid to ruin the euphoric experience. you both close your eyes, but know better than to fall asleep like this. you both know you’d feel sore and achy if you didn’t lay down on the bed.

but you wanted his cock to stay warm and tucked into you forever.

“c’mon, darling, let’s go to sleep,” tom insists, slowly lifting you up.

“but i want you in me,” you whine, not caring how dramatic you may sound. tom reassures you that he’ll slide back inside of you once you’re lying down.

tom’s body disconnects from yours and you feel a wrath of coldness flood your body. you remove your panties completely and discard them somewhere across your bedroom floor.

once you’re laying down comfortably, tom fulfills his promise and gently slides back into you. you hum at the satisfying thickness and fullness that fills you. you can’t help but rub your ass into him, causing him to hiss from behind you.

“goodnight, you minx,” tom tucks your hair to the side and kisses your cheek lovingly.

“goodnight,” you smile, all warm and cozy.

it’s easy to fall asleep when you’re entwined with the love of your life.

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holland-daydream · 2 years

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Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland x harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x reader

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conjuringgifs · 1 year

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by clicking on the source link you will be able to access 100 gifs of the british love of my life, dominic harrison aka yungblud from an interview! each gif is 268x150. all these were made by me. do not repost, claim as your own, edit in any way, or include in gif hunts. this includes taking my gifs and making your own gif sets. do not use in smut, real life or taboo rps. were these useful to you? give this post a like or a reblog please. interested in commissioning me? you can check info on the sidebar!

#gif pack #gif hunt #yungblud #yungblud gif pack #dominic harrison #dominic harrison gif pack #*mine

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prpfs · 1 year

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Looking for South Park rps set in college! I already have a few rps involving the main four so I'd like to try writing other characters; mainly Gregory, Gary Harrison, and Tolkien Black! Would love to write them against any of these characters:

Christophe

Stan Marsh

Craig Tucker

Kyle Broflovski

Pete Thelman

Kevin Stoley

I'm open to exploring darker themes such as dubcon or anything that contributes to a very toxic relationship. I'm not looking for anything too wholesome but it'd be nice to sprinkle those moments here and there.

I don't know if this matters but I only write dominant tops and I'm not looking for submissive characters. I prefer your character to have some bite in them so their interactions are more interesting to write.

Other things to consider:

❌ rapid fire

❌ text based

❌ way too short replies

❌ passive replies both ic and ooc

✔️ smut

✔️ fade-to-black

✔️ ooc enthusiasm

✔️ can throw headcanons with me back and forth

✔️ can keep a conversation going ooc (I'm tired of carrying the convo by myself)

✔️ not shy to talk about nsfw headcanons

give a like and anon will get back to you

#south park rp #south park roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #nuclear

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jemmalynette · 1 month

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Power Play (Male Dom)

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Ship: Logan Christopher/Andrea Harrison

Words: 1625

Link: AO3 This is my first ever smut fic so be kind! Jealous of Shane, Logan (OC) tries to dominate Andrea in order to impress her. For the "Male Dom" prompt for the @occreatorexchange bingo challenge. Explicit.

#the walking dead #fanfiction #my fic #my fanfic #smut #smut fic #male dom #dom/sub #oc #original character #my ocs #my ocs: logan christopher

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Why Wait?

Fandom: British Musician, British RPF, RPF, YUNGBLUD

Pairing: Dominic Harrison x Female Reader, YUNGBLUD x Female Reader

Characters: Dominic Harrison, Female Reader, YUNGBLUD

Word Count: 1689 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: What do you say girl, we do something crazy

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Smut, YUNGBLUD, Tour, Touring, Las Vegas Shows, Las Vegas, P in V Sex, Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Fingering, Teasing, Needy Dom, Marriage, Proposals, Engagement, Engagement Rings, Reader’s Engagement Ring Looks Like This, Handjobs, Semi Public Sex, Sorta, Orgasms, Why Wait // Rascal Flatts

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Fuckin class man,’ I heard Dom laugh a little way down the corridor as chatter ensued close by. I was sitting in the dressing room scrolling through my phone but I looked up when I heard his voice. He had just come off stage from his second show of the night and considering I had already seen the first [and all the others he’d done on this tour] I had opted to hang back to get ready since he had told me in no uncertain terms that we were definitely going out properly tonight. For the most part of our time in Vegas we’d stuck to our hotel and the casino that adjoined it. He was always busy so he didn’t have time to breathe let alone let loose on the strip, but tonight was our time to do that. Which is why I had opted to stay in his dressing room and get myself looking presentable. I’d never let him know that he’d been right and it had taken all of twenty minutes before I was ready and bored waiting for him.

As I placed my phone down the door opened and I spotted him lingering by it as he spoke to people I couldn’t see.

‘Yeah mate,’ he chuckled, ‘ten minutes yeah and I’ll be back out.’ ‘Meet in the bar?’ I heard someone say. ‘Yeah man,’ he smiled before he turned inside the room and caught sight of me. He kicked the door shut behind him as he came over to me with a bright smile and I stood up and allowed him to pull me into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed me. He was dripping with sweat, his hair sticking to his head as I ran my fingers through it. I couldn’t breathe, his arms were crushing me to him, but I didn’t care. Finally, he pulled away from me.

‘Hiya,’ I giggled. ‘Hi,’ he smirked, giving me another quick kiss. ‘Good show?’ I asked, reaching my hand so I could brush his sweaty fringe off of his face. ‘Fuckin brilliant,’ he said, ‘missed you though.’ ‘Like you’d even notice me over all those screaming fans,’ I chuckled. ‘Always do,’ he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me again. He pulled me closer again but his hands were now dancing underneath my shirt making goosebumps appear where his touch went. He kissed me deeper as I pushed him back towards the couch. As the backs of his legs hit the couch I pushed him down so he was sitting and shimmied my shirt off as I climbed onto his lap to straddle him. His hands caressed my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger as I kissed his jaw and neck roughly. I gasped as he pinched me hard which made him chuckle. I could feel him through my knickers, rigid against my core as he strained against his pants. I rocked my hips against him giggling as he grunted.

‘Don’t tease,’ he said in an entirely whiny voice. ‘I’ll stop teasing when you touch me,’ I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it under my skirt. He moved my underwear aside deftly as his fingers slid between already slick folds. I rocked against him enjoying the feeling of his rigid cock against my core and his fingers circling my clit. He placed one hand on the small of my back holding me in place as I leaned back enjoying the sensation. ‘Fuck,’ he grunted his hips bucking up against mine. I hadn’t even touched him yet and he was beside himself. ‘Want me to touch you, baby?’ I asked leaning forward and holding his face in my hands. He looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I leaned up onto my knees so there was space between us now and grabbed his hand so it was no longer touching me. Then I grabbed both of his hands and stationed them on my hips so he was holding me securely.

‘You’re not allowed to touch okay?’ I whispered kissing him again. He nodded. Then I fumbled with his pants until he was in my hand. He shivered as I ran my thumb across the tip which was now sticky from excitement. I massaged him gently in my hand watching as his head fell back against the couch and his eyes closed. Then, I carefully teased him through my pussy lips moaning as his head hit my clit. His eyes flew open as I did so, his pupils blown with lust. His hips bucked a little towards me as I did it again and I tutted, ‘needy.’

‘Please,’ he whimpered. I bit my lip as I used my free hand to caress his cheek. He leaned into it, kissing my wrist as I did. Then I positioned myself over him and eased myself gently down until he was all the way inside me. I moaned as I moved against him slowly at first taking all I could get. As I started to move quicker his breathing got a bit faster and his grip on my hips was hard enough that I was sure to have bruises there tomorrow.

My fingers went to my clit working it in rhythm with my movements. I was lost in the moment, enjoying the sensation when I looked down to find him watching me his gaze loving and full of lust.

‘Dom,’ I moaned as I felt my climax come over me. He was close behind me I could tell as his hips had started moving of their own accord meeting me with every thrust. ‘Fuck Y/N,’ he grunted as I rode it out like a wave meeting the shore. I fell against him, clinging to him as he pounded up into me solely focused on meeting me in bliss. I kissed him deeply my hand pressed tightly against his throat. And then he was cumming. He pulled his mouth away from mine burying his face in my shoulder as he attempted to muffle the sound of his moans.

As his orgasm faded he fell back against the couch, holding me as I lay against him, my head tucked into his neck. He grumbled as I pulled back.

‘One minute,’ I whispered kissing him on the cheek as I clambered off him, grabbing my shirt as I went to the small bathroom that adjoined the dressing room. I peed and cleaned myself up before checking myself in the mirror. Luckily our impromptu tryst hadn’t played too much havoc with my makeup.

When I left the bathroom he was already getting changed and I headed to the vanity to make myself a bit more presentable. I wiped the old now smudged lipstick away and replaced it, though I was sure it wasn’t going to last the night considering the mood Dom was in. I blended around my mouth and ran a comb through my hair and just as I finished I felt Dom come up behind me. His chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me.

‘Said you were needy,’ I chuckled making him laugh before he spun me around until I was facing him. ‘I know what I want,’ he said matter of factly. ‘Oh yeah, and what’s that?’ I challenged, hopping up onto the table so he was able to stand between my legs. ‘You,’ he said watching as I rolled my eyes, ‘I mean it.’ ‘Well you’ve got me,’ I said as I checked the time on my phone, ‘in fact less than five minutes ago you actually had me.’ ‘That’s not what I mean,’ he said simply. My eyebrows knitted together with confusion. ‘What are you going on about?’ ‘What would you say if I said let’s do something crazy?’ ‘I’d say what else is new,’ I giggled. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘seriously.’ ‘I’d say what is it?’ looking at him with bemusement, a smirk on my face. ‘Marry me.’

My mouth fell open as the words left his mouth. Had he really just said what I thought he had? My eyes roved his expression trying to figure out if there was a chance he was joking. He seemed serious.

‘Dom,’ I mumbled. ‘I mean it,’ he said, ‘why don’t we?’ ‘Just go and get married?’ ‘We’re in Vegas,’ he shrugged. ‘Yeah because everyone wants to get married by a bad Elvis impersonator,’ I said rolling my eyes. ‘It’s not like it’s not gonna happen one day,’ he reasoned, ‘I mean…you and me I sorta thought forever was a given.’ ‘It is,’ I said dropping my gaze. I had thought about it. I loved Dom more than anyone I’d ever loved but marriage just seemed a big next step. Especially to go and do right after the decision had been made. ‘So why wait?’ he said moving my hair out of my face. ‘Our friends, our family-’ ‘Will get over it. Weddings are a big hassle and I know our families. I don’t want anything but you and me,’ he said. ‘It’s all a bit fast,’ I said, ‘I mean there’s like things we need to think about.’ ‘There’s a hundred wedding chapels in town. We can find someone to witness it. Whatever you want to do I’m here for.’ ‘You’ve thought everything through huh?’ I said with a small smile. He smirked and I thanked God I was sitting down because I was sure that my knees would’ve buckled just looking at him. ‘Yep,’ he smirked. ‘Not everything though,’ I said turning my head away dramatically when I looked back he was watching me puzzled, ‘you’ve not even asked me to marry you yet. Not properly.’

‘Ah,’ he said pulling out of my grasp. He moved away and grabbed his discarded pants off of the floor fumbling with them for a minute. I watched him puzzled. Then he was back, pulling me off of the table so I was standing and dropping to one knee in front of me. Then he offered up a ring. I hadn’t realised until that moment how much he had thought this through. Most of our life was done living in the moment and I thought his marriage idea was nothing more than that but looking at him now I knew he was utterly and completely serious. My eyes roved over the ring he was holding in between his thumb and forefinger. A simple gold band with a stormy blue-grey diamond and of course, not in a ring box [that was way too straight-laced for him]. I had to admit though, it was beautiful.

‘Dom,’ I said thickly. ‘Y/N,’ he smiled, ‘will you marry me?’ ‘Of course I will.’

#my writing #why wait #dom harrison #dominic harrison #dom harrison x reader #dominic harrison x reader #yungblud #dom harrison fic #yungblud fic #yungblud fanfic #yungblud x reader #yungblud x you #dom harrison x you #halloween writing challenge #hallowee #halloween challenge

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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#i have no words #okay i have tons #but i probably shouldnt say them #enjoy #yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #black hearts club #bhc #yungblud smut #come on

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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Lost In Translation // Pretty Girl

Warning: Angst, cursing, & smut

Collaboration w/: @alltimereverie

Bradley Bradshaw as Noah

Bob Floyd as Harrison

Deployments and Gravesides | Masterlist

Date number four: Cooking at home. Our first three dates have been amazing, and I feel like I’ve known him for most of my life. He’s so easy to be around and he makes my day so much better by just being there. But this wasn’t easy, I was nervous and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I was going to his house? I’ve been to his house before but just to stop by before our second date which was when he took me to the beach. This time, I would go in and actually spend time with him. It shouldn’t make me nervous, but in reality I was sitting in my car, in his driveway, worried I would sweat my eye makeup off. “Get it together, Liz!” I yelled to myself before taking a deep breath and opening the car door. I stepped out, making sure my dress didn’t get flipped up so I didn’t flash his neighbors.

I grabbed the wine he asked for, a Cabernet Sauvignon that he said was to die for, of course I couldn’t drink it. I slowly made my way up to his front door, but before I could even land on the top step the door swung open and Harrison was there, flashing me an endearing smile that made my own grin grow. I walked over, a skip in my step, until I stood before him. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “Hi, pretty girl.” He said before leaning down and kissing me gently. His kiss always sent shockwaves through me. He pulled away, brushing some hair behind my ear. “I got you that Cabernet you asked me for.” His smile grew as he took the bottle, stepping back to let me inside. “You are so sweet!” I stepped by him as he closed the door. “Stop.” I stopped as he grabbed my hand, giving me a small spin and smirking at me. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I smiled as he led me into the kitchen, the heavenly smell meeting us halfway there. “I hope you like salmon.” I nodded as he set the wine down, stirring the rice he was making. “I love it.” He looked at me and smiled. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll pour you some wine.” He gestured to the bar stool at the island and I nodded, slipping into the seat. “Um actually, I can’t-” I stopped as he pulled a bottle of Riesling out of the fridge. “You can’t have red, and white doesn’t sit well with me. I asked you to get the red, because I forgot to stop, I’m sorry for asking.” I shook my head. “Not at all! How did you know I couldn’t have red?” A blush crept up his cheeks as he poured my glass. “I overheard a conversation you had with Melinda, the girl that sits behind you?” I nodded. She was new and very easy to get on with, but it shocked me that he paid that much attention. “Oh, I also got you these.” I gasped as he slid a small vase of lilies towards me.

“Harrison.” I gasped out, pulling the vase closer to admire the flowers. “Really, you didn’t have to.” He nodded as he went back to the food on the stove. “But I wanted to.” He walked around the island, stopping next to me, so close that his cologne overpowered the food, it wasn’t strong but a subtle scent that made my mouth water. “Besides, my pretty girl always deserves flowers.” He said as he tapped the underside of my chin with his finger. I looked up at him and he smirked, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. His hand immediately made its way to my waist, his thumb rubbing gently as my own hand came up to rest on his neck. Things took a turn as his tongue ran along my bottom lip, encouraging me to open my mouth. His tongue immediately dominated mine, making me back down. He pulled away, us trying to catch our breaths. “What’s for desert?” I asked and he smirked, kissing my nose. “I’m not sure, but I have a few ideas in mind.” He said before kissing me once again and turning back to the stove.

Heat pooled between my legs and I clenched my thighs together, hoping that the sensation wouldn’t over power me. I watched him continue cooking, the muscles of his back flexing under his button up. How had I never noticed Harrison before? I always knew he was attractive, but he was awfully shy. I never would’ve thought he would be interested in me, but here he is. Cooking me dinner, pouring me wine and getting me flowers. A small part of me wishes I never had feelings for Noah, just so I could pour everything into Harrison. “Okay, dinner is ready.” He turned to me and gave me a wide smile. “Come here.” He said holding out his hand for me. I stood, taking it as he gently pulled me into the dining room. He slid out my chair, pushing it in as I sat down. “Wait here.” He said, placing a kiss on my temple and rushing back into the kitchen.

I looked around, the lights were dim and there were a handful of candles lit throughout the room. It was romantic but not overwhelmingly so, which eased some of my tension. I looked as he came out with two plates, setting one in front of me and one directly across from me. “Let me grab the wine.” I nodded as he walked back into the kitchen, quickly coming back with our glasses and the bottles. He set them down, flashing me a sheepish grin as he sat down across from me. “Okay, so I need you to be honest. If it’s bad we’ll just order chinese or whatever you want.” I giggled at his words. I could tell he was nervous, bless him, his knee wouldn’t stop bouncing. “Harrison, I’m sure it’s fine.” I said as I took a bite of the salmon. “Holy shit.” I covered my mouth, eyes wide at the words that escaped me. “That bad?” I shook my head. “It’s amazing. Where did you ever learn to cook like this?” He shrugged. “My uncle is a chef, he taught me a thing or two.” I smiled at him. “It’s really good, so just relax and eat.” He nodded as we both ate.

When dinner and the conversation was done he took our plates into the kitchen. I sipped on my second glass of wine, not wanting to get too inebriated. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he stepped out of the kitchen. I set my glass down deciding to finish the dishes for him, he cooked so I could clean for him, no problem. I finished the last pot and pan for him, seeing as that was all that was left before he came back in. “Did you wash those dishes?” I nodded and he narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re a guest.” I nodded. “And you cooked, so I washed two dishes.” I quipped back. He slowly walked over, backing me into the corner of the counter. “You didn’t have to do that.” He said as his large hand came up to rest on my neck. “No, but I wanted to.” I replied, using his own words from earlier. My hands gripped the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer till he was pressed against me. He leaned down, slotting his lips against mine gently.

He pressed against me harder, my back pressing into the counter as I clenched his shirt in my hands. It felt like my stomach had butterflies in it, making my mind race as to where this kiss could lead. His hand slid from my neck to my waist, his other hand coming up to rest on my waist. My concentration was broken from the kiss when his hips rolled into mine, allowing me to feel how hard he was. My eyes almost flew open at the realization but I held back, as if he didn’t catch me off guard. His hands wandered down over my ass, squeezing, making me moan into the kiss before they slid farther and gripped the back of my thighs. I was in awe at his strength as he lifted me onto the counter with next to no effort. His lips never left mine as his hands gripped the top of my thighs sliding up till they were pushing up the skirt of my dress.

His hands slid until they rested between my thighs and hips, his thumbs barely grazing under the elastic of the thong I had on. He pulled his lips away, me catching his bottom lip between my teeth as he did. “Fuck, Liz.” He whispered as his thumb grazed over my clit, making me whimper. His forehead rested on mine as he continued to ghost over my core. “Hey.” He whispered as he pulled away. I sighed at the loss of contact, just wanting his hands on me again. “Liz.” He said as he gently grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. “Hey. I need to know you’re good with this.” I nodded quickly, hoping he would start touching me again. “Words, pretty girl. I need you to be verbal with me.” I was trying to calm my breathing, hoping he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on me. “Yeah, I’m okay with this.” He smiled before kissing me again, his hands immediately finding the waistband of my panties, slowly slipping them down my legs.

His hands made their way back up my legs, his thumb gently rubbing my clit. I moaned as he pulled his lips from mine, only to move them to my neck. “Fuck, Harrison.” I moaned out as his fingers slipped from my clit to my entrance. “You’re so wet, honey.” He muttered against my neck as he slipped a finger in. He was slow, gently curling his finger and I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little more. “Harrison.” It was a quiet moan as I gripped his shoulder with my left hand. My right gripped the wrist of the hand that was buried inside me, my reaction making him smirk and slip a second finger in. “Feel good, pretty girl?” I nodded as he nipped at my collar bone. “Yeah.” He had me a whiny, moaning mess just on his fingers. He stilled his wrist, fingers still inside me as he pulled away, resting his forehead on my temple. I started rolling my hips against his fingers, hoping for some friction. “Look at you, so needy for me.” His words were spurring me on, I never knew words alone could make me feel this way. “Take what you need, honey. I’ll give you whatever you want.” I moaned at his words, my core clenching around his fingers. “Want you.” I muttered as I continued to grind myself on his fingers, his palm brushing my clit, drawing out a high pitched moan. He smirked, placing a kiss to my temple before he removed his fingers, causing something that resembled a cry to escape my lips.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He muttered as he pushed my dress up to my hips. My eyes could’ve rolled back as I watched him lean over, bringing himself eye level with my core. He ran his tongue up my slit, making me cry out. “Harrison, please.” I resorted to begging at this point, and I was totally okay with it. He chuckled, standing straight and grabbing my left leg. He undid the bow that kept my black wedge on my foot, tossing the shoe to the side and repeating the action on the right leg. He leaned close, kissing me sweetly before placing my feet on the counter, on either side of him. “Don’t move, okay?” I nodded and he gently pinched my thigh. “Okay.” He smirked before leaning down again. This was a whole new Harrison. I was used to shy Harrison, but this one blew my mind, literally. He was still sweet, but just a little dominant, not too bossy. My head leaned back and a loud moan escaped me as he ran his tongue in between my folds, ending at my clit. His arms wrapped around my thighs, keeping me from backing away from him as he continued to work his tongue over my clit in small strokes.

He worked me over, moans continuously slipping past my lips as he brought me closer to my orgasm. He unwrapped one of his arms from my thigh, slipping his fingers inside me again. “Fuck, feels so good.” I moaned out as he curled his fingers again, hitting that spongy spot inside me. “Come on, pretty girl. You’re so close.” He was right, my mind was hazy and I couldn’t think straight to even tell him I was about to cum. There was no indicator until a loud moan escaped my lips and my fingers gripped his wavy hair, keeping him close until I had finally come down from my high. He continued licking between my folds, my clit being oversensitive as his nose brushed against it. He slowly stood, pulling my now weak legs off the counter and standing between them as he pulled me into another kiss. “Taste good, don’t you?” I nodded and he kissed me again. “Come on, I got more for you.” He said as he wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting me off the counter and walking us upstairs. He kicked the door closed behind him, his excitement showing through in how he speed walked over to his bed.

He gently set me down on the bed, kissing me before he grabbed the bottom of my dress, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it somewhere. His lips reconnecting as mine, leaning me back slowly before I stopped him. “Not fair, you’re still dressed.” He smirked at me, sitting up. “Then why don’t you take it off?” I bit my lip, knowing what he was getting at. I pushed him off of me, sitting up on my knees as I grabbed the buttons of his shirt. His hands found their way to my cheeks as he pulled me into another kiss. I worked at the buttons, trying not to seem too eager. When I finally finished I untucked his shirt, shoving it down his arms. As soon as the shirt was gone I reached for his belt, the sound of it unbuckling made me moan in excitement. I have never wanted to sleep with someone so much, and after what we did in the kitchen, I knew I was in for it.

He pulled his belt off, as I moved to his pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his thighs. He pulled back, looking at me as I looked down between us. I immediately noticed how large he was in his boxers, the imprint obvious against the black material. I bit my lip, looking up at him. I gently pushed him back so I could step off the bed, standing before him, I placed hot open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He gripped my waist, pulling me against him. His cock pressed against my lower stomach, making my knees a little weak. I slowly kissed my way down his neck and chest, working my way down his body until I was on my knees, face to face with his pelvis. His chest was heaving as I looked up at him, slowly pulling his waistband down as his head tilted back in bliss. I knew he was big, I could tell through his boxers but now staring at him, I knew I would struggle to take him.

I leaned up, placing a kiss to the head making him gasp quietly. I wrapped my fingers around him, realizing he was thick, so much so that my fingers just barely touched as I held him. I looked up at him, taking the head in my mouth, Harrison’s head snapping down to look at me. I slowly worked my way down his shaft, able to take a little over half of him before he hit the back of my throat, making me gag. “Liz. Honey, if you keep this up I’ll wind up fucking your throat.” My thighs clenched at his words, almost wanting him to do it. I moaned around him at the thought when suddenly he pulled me off, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. He pulled me up, kissing me roughly. Our teeth clashing as he backed me to the bed, I fell back with him on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he kicked his boxers off. He hauled me up the bed, meeting me before he nipped at my neck, making me shiver as his teeth pulled at my skin. “Let me grab a condom.” He said leaning over to his night stand when I stopped him. “I’m on the pill.” He stared at me. “You sure you’re okay with that?” I nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”

In reality, I wanted to feel him, all of him. He kissed me once more before bending my legs, allowing him more room to move. I looked down between us, seeing him pump himself a few times. “Are you sure you’re gonna fit?” I felt ridiculous asking but I couldn’t help it, I was a little concerned but he just smiled at me, kissing me sweetly. “I’m sure, if it’s too much you just let me know, okay?” I nodded as he lined himself up, running the head between my folds making me moan. My face was flushed as well as my chest, my mind hazy once again in ecstasy. He gently pushed in, my core stretching around him, making tears come to my eyes. His arms rested by my head as my legs rested over his thighs, his face hovering just over mine. “It’s okay, pretty girl.” He said leaning down and kissing away a tear that slid down my cheek. He pushed in a little more, my hands wrapping under his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Sh, I got you, honey.”

After a few more moments he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I moaned at the feeling, his hips staying pressed against mine as he wiped the tears from my eyes. “That’s it, pretty girl.” His voice was breathy, his breathing uneven as he kissed across my cheeks, making my tears disappear as he gave me time to adjust to his size. I pulled him closer, placing kisses across his neck before the urge to move was too much. I lightly rolled my hips, the shift causing him to brush against that spot deep inside me. “Harrison.” I whined and he looked down at me, brushing my hair out of my face. “Tell me what you need, pretty girl.” He said as he licked up the center of my throat, making me gasp and my back arch ever so slightly. “Move, please.” I begged and he chuckled, kissing me softly. “Whatever you want.” Slowly he pulled out about halfway before slipping back into me, making me moan.

Slowly he found a steady pace, not too fast or too hard. He sat back on his knees, smirking down at me. He grabbed the back of my knees, pulling them up as he continuously thrusted into me. His movements causing a string of moans to escape me, even more so as his hand ran up my body, gently wrapping around my neck. “Look at you pretty girl, you already look fucked out beneath me.” I really was, I couldn’t string a coherent sentence together, but his words brought me closer to my high. I watched as he looked between us, watching himself disappear deeper inside me with each thrust. “Taking me so well, pretty girl. Almost like you were made for me.” He said, reaching down to my clit, rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed, his hand still wrapped around my throat. “Shhh.” He hushed, leaning over me again, never stopping his actions. “I know, it’s a lot. Just hang in there, honey.” My eyes could’ve rolled back in my head at his words.

I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening, my release coming closer and closer with each thrust. I felt him grab my leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, the new position allowing him to slide deeper inside me. “Harrison. Fuck.” I whined, my head tossing side to side, barely able to handle the pleasure he was giving me. “What is it, Liz? Hm? Want you to tell me, pretty girl.” I was gasping at each thrust this time, everything lost around me except for Harrison’s voice, his cologne and the feeling of his cock filling me. “So full.” I managed to mutter and he chuckled, leaning down and kissing me. “Full, huh?” I nodded as his hand gripped the sides of my throat a little tighter, slowing the blood flow before stopping his thrusts all together. More tears flowed out of my eyes at the still of his hips against mine. “Harrison, please.” I said, looking up at him. His blue eyes caught mine, almost searching. “What do you want me to do? Gotta tell me, Liz.” His voice was raspy, as if he was holding something back. “Want you to fuck me.” I said, gripping the wrist of the hand around my throat. “Need it Harrison, please.”

He stared at me for a moment before leaning down and kissing me. “God, I don’t know if I could ever tell you no.” He said before thrusting into me again, his pace just a little faster this time as he continued to rub my clit. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harrison, yes.” I babbled out, not able to say anything with any real meaning. It wasn’t long before my orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, making my back arch and my mouth to hang open in a silent scream. Harrison let go of my neck, the blood rushing back to my head, which made everything go completely fuzzy. I couldn’t see or hear anything except the loud moans I was practically screaming out. I crashed back down onto the bed, my mind blank as my chest heaved, trying so hard to catch my breath. Eventually I felt something on my face and my vision leveled out, revealing Harrison placing soft kisses along my temple and cheeks.

“Hey, you okay? That was a little more intense than I planned.” I nodded as his hand cradled my cheek. I turned as I grabbed his wrist, placing a kiss to his palm before looking back up at him again. “I’m… great. That was amazing.” He smiled at me, kissing my lips. “Not too much?” I shook my head. “Not at all.” He rested his head on my chest as my arms went around him, my nails running up and down his back. I was catching my breath when I realized he was still inside me. “You didn’t finish, did you?” He sat up, hovering over me. “No.” I smiled at him, my hand on his chest, pushing him up so he was sitting back on his knees. But he quickly grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Oh no, you think I was done with you?” My eyes widened at his words, my heart racing. “Because, I’m definitely not, pretty girl.” His arm wrapped around my knee, pushing it up to my shoulder as he leaned over me, thrusting slowly again. “Now, let’s finish up round two.” He said before kissing me, the realization setting in that this was going to be a long night.

Two orgasms later and my chest was heaving as we laid next to each other on the bed. “Fuck.” It was a whisper that escaped him, making me giggle. “Let me get something to clean you up with.” He said as he got up, grabbing a wash rag from the bathroom and cleaning me up, being ever so careful when cleaning between my legs. “Do you want a shower?” He asked, leaning over me once he was done. “I don’t think I could stand even if I did.” He chuckled, leaning down and capturing my lips in a kiss. “We can shower in the morning.” He said before tossing the rag in the laundry basket and coming back to bed. “You want me to stay all night?” I asked as we both climbed under the covers. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” He said, rolling over me and caging me in as his lips pressed against mine. It was soft and sweet, a sharp contrast to what was going on a few minutes prior. He pulled away, falling next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “I really like you.” He whispered as his forehead rested on mine. “I really like you too.” He grinned, kissing me again. My hands rested on his chest as his one hand pulled my leg up to his hip.

Suddenly my phone rang with Noah’s ringtone. Any other time I would jump for my phone, but I pulled away slowly, sighing. “Who is it?” He asked as I rolled over, looking at my phone. “It’s Noah.” His face visibly fell and I felt bad. I wanted to answer, he hasn’t talked to me this entire deployment and we’re two months in. “Are you gonna answer it?” I looked at him before snatching my phone and answering it. “Hello?” I asked as I sat up, running my hands through his blonde hair. “Hey, Liz!” He was all cheery and it was a little annoying. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked as Harrison grabbed my hand, placing soft kisses to my palm. “Not much, just wanted to check in.” I nodded. “Well, I’m actually on a date right now.” Harrison grinned, kissing up my arm until he sat up, placing soft kisses to my shoulder. “Oh really, with who?” I rolled my eyes. You’d think by saying, ‘I’m on a date’ he’d let me go. “Harrison.” I said as Harrison moved his kisses to my neck. I bit my lip, holding back a moan as he nipped just under my ear. “Harrison?” He seemed shocked. “Yeah,” I said as Harrison leaned down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. “Listen, I’m gonna have to let you go.” I said before a quiet moan slipped through my lips. “Well I was hoping to talk to you, we haven’t spoken since I left.” Harrison trailed a hand across my thigh, dipping lower to roll my clit. “Fuck.” I moaned out. “You could’ve called and you chose not to. Bye, Noah.” “Wait-” I hung up, tossing my phone into the floor and grabbing Harrison. Pushing him onto his back before straddling his waist. “You trying for round three?” He grinned up at me as I leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss. “I do. Question is, can you handle it?” I nodded as my nose bumped his. “Guess we’ll find out.” He smirked, grabbing my ass before we dove under the covers together.

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Rainbow in the Dark

Summary: Tessa Dixon never thought that taking her little brother to his guitar lessons would end up changing her life for the better. (Better summary coming soon lol)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (multi-chapter)

Warnings: 18+, Slow burn, eventual SMUT, bad language, drug usage, mentions of self-harm.

IMPORTANT: This takes place a year and a bit before the events of Season 4.

Authors Note: Like my previous post states, I’ve been so out of the loop on writing fanfiction. Literally this ideas has been playing in my head nonstop since Season 4 was released and I was happy to keep it as a daydream until the Duffers did us dirty with that finale. This is my attempt at fixing it in all our brains. Please let me know if there is something I’ve not done right formatting wise, it’s been a while. This is for you Eddie bby. If there is enough interest in the fic I’m sure I’ll do a few one-shots based off the character. I’m nervous to post but here goes!

Please note that I don’t own any characters except the ones I’ve created and this is just for fun. Nobody has permission to republish this work. I may eventually end up putting it on ArchiveofourOwn if there’s enough interest.

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Chapter One: Walking on Sunshine

January 3rd, 1985

“Tessa, for the last time, can you please get Harry ready for his lessons?”

The loud, booming voice dominated Steve Perry’s lucious, dulcet vocals, despite how loud they rang from the boombox on my desk. Sighing, I finished tying the shoelaces of my black hightops and snatched my bag from where it rested beside me on the bed, unwillingly killing the music to get ready for the day.

Saturdays were always busy in my household, and had been for as long as I could remember. Dad worked shift work at the fabrication plant just before the outskirts of Hawkins, and mom owned her own beauty salon in town. They spent more time working than they did at home, which left me to step in as a secondary mother figure to my 9 year old brother, Harrison.

Speaking of the devil, a head of black curly hair poked itself around my semi-closed door, a nervous smile ghosting across his thin lips. Emerald green eyes met mine, apprehension swirling in their depths.

“Hey buddy,” I greeted softy, giving him an encouraging smile. “Almost ready to go?”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered out, gently pushing the door open a bit more to step inside the room.

His lean, tiny figure looked almost miniature beside the guitar case he was carrying, and my heart lurched at the excited yet fearful look on his pale features.

Ever since he was born, I knew Harrison was different. He was soft spoken, timid, and oh so kind. It drove my hardworking, steel toe boot wearing, no nonsense Dad up the fucking wall to have a son so soft around the edges….a Sally, he had called him once during an argument with my mom. In fact, my Dad had never been shy to vocalize what an utter disappointment Harry and I were to him after a few beers under his belt.

I, on the other hand, adored Harrison with every fibre of my being. I was 8 when he was born, and knew the moment I held him in my arms that he needed me to protect him from the world, no matter what it cost. Where my dad saw softness and weakness, I saw beauty and kindness. We were like two sailors, clinging to one another for survival. Most days, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When Harrison had expressed an interest in getting an electric guitar for Christmas, my dad leapt at the chance to fulfill his dreams. It still wasn’t “masculine” enough of a hobby for Dad, who would have preferred him to play softball or football, but it got him away from his books and into something a little bit more acceptable in his eyes.

It was the first and only time I was grateful for something my dad did. To see Harrison’s face light up with joy on Christmas Day when he opened his brand new guitar is a moment I never wanted to forget.

And now here he was just over a week later, standing at the entrance of my bedroom with the most hopeful expression in his eyes, ready to start his very first day of lessons.

“Alright buddy, if you’ve got everything, then let’s do it.”

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I stepped forward and easily took the case from my brother, knowing he would struggle with the weight of it. Smiling, he took my hand and the two of us walked down the stairs and out of the house, calling a half-hearted goodbye to our dad on the way.

I could sense Harrison’s nerves, not in the way he spoke (as he was a boy of very few words), but in the way he tousled his dark locks and bounced his thin knee up and down.

“Listen bud, it’s not a big deal, okay? It’s your first lesson and no one is expecting you to be some rock god,” I gave a chuckle, patting his leg in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. “Just go in there and have fun.”

He was quiet for a few moments, bright eyes watching me as I drove our old Mustang into town.

“Will you…will you stay?” he asked quietly, the bouncing in his leg only picking up speed.

“At your lesson?” I asked, quirking a brow but not taking my eyes off the road.

“Y-y-yes,” he stammered out, a habit he was prone to when nervous.

I paused for a moment, mulling that over.

“If it will make you feel better if I did, then yes. I’ll stay.”

He didn’t speak for the rest of the drive, but I could tell that he was grinning widely when he turned his face back to the window.

We pulled into McGill’s Music Store with only a few moments to spare and I ushered Harrison into the store, myself hot on his heels with his guitar in hand.

“Well, well, Ms. Dixon. I haven’t seen you in here since you quit band!” Mr. McGill greeted from behind the counter, a smile on his face at seeing an old customer.

“Hey Mr. McGill,” I replied breathlessly, setting the guitar case down as I came to a stop at the front counter. “Yeah it’s been ages since I’ve picked up a clarinet. But I’m not here for me, I’m here for Harrison.”

My hand fell to my brother’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as he meekly waved at the graying shopkeeper.

“Ah yes, your Mom was in here before Christmas registering him for lessons. It was a guitar she got you for Christmas, if I’m remembering correctly?”

“Y-yes sir,” Harrison responded, making Mr. McGill’s smile soften considerably at the tell-tale sign of his nerves.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Dixon. You’ve got one of the finest guitar coaches that Indiana has to offer. You’ll have so much fun.”

Harrison nodded but didn’t speak again, looking up at me as if he was pleading for relief from this small talk.

“His instructor is already waiting for him in room 2. You’re welcome to stay with him if you want, Tessa,” he informed me, an unspoken agreement passing between us as we locked eyes.

“Thanks Mr. McGill. Will do!”

Hurrying Harrison so as to not to keep his instructor waiting, we headed to the other side of the shop where the classrooms were nestled. Harrison held the door open for me as I lugged his heavy guitar case over the threshold, giving him a warm smile.

Setting the case down in front of me, I looked up and was caught completely off-guard at who was waiting for us. Sitting in one of two foldable chairs…. was Eddie Munson. Long, curly brown hair framed his pale, angular face, and his wide dark brown eyes met mine with a hint of surprise.

He stood awkwardly and quickly, and I noticed he was wearing his trademark Dio vest and Hellfire Club t-shirt. It was rare to see him without it, he lived and breathed his Club. We had only chatted a few times here and there in the time we’d gone to school together, and I’d found him very enigmatic yet funny, and not at all deserving of his title of “Freak”. He was a year older than me and should have graduated last year, but he had flunked Senior Year and there were rumours swirling he was on track to fail again this year.

His aloof attitude toward school and extracurricular activities made it hard for me to grasp that he would be the one teaching Harrison every weekend.

“Tessa Dixon….right?” he pointed at me, silver rings glittering in the bright morning sun that was filtering in through the windows.

“Yeah, that’s right. Hey Eddie,” I said, an awkward smile splaying across my lips. “I had no idea you taught lessons here.”

He gave a little shrug, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Gotta make ends meet, right?”

“Fair enough,” I laughed, clasping Harrison on the shoulder again. “This is my little brother Harrison. He’s the one here for lessons. He just got his guitar for Christmas and he may not look it right now, but he’s super excited.”

Those dark, inquisitive brown orbs turned to take in Harrison’s appearance, and I could have sworn I noticed a softness creep into their swirling depths.

“Hey man,” he said, raising a hand again. “I’m Eddie. I’ll be the one teaching you to shred like hell on that thing. You up for the challenge?”

My heart swelled at the soft tone Eddie’s voice took on, clearly reading Harrison’s body language and sensing his distress. Even so, Harrison still turned to me, looking up at me with anxiety filled eyes. I knew what that look could lead to, and the need to help calm him overtook me.

“Listen, buddy,” I said softly, kneeling down in front of him. “Eddie here can shred with the best of them. When we were in public school, this guy was killing it in our talent shows.”

Gesturing behind me to Eddie, I waited until I saw Harrison peer over my shoulder at him before drawing his attention back to me.

“I would not bring you to lessons with just anybody, okay? Give him a chance, he knows what he’s doing. Okay?”

After a few moments of silence, Harrison finally nodded.

“Alright my dude, let’s do this,” I said with a grin, high-fiving him before standing. “Eddie…do you mind if I stay for the lesson? I promised him I would, he’s just nervous.”

“Uh, no, I don’t mind at all. Here, let me…” he trailed off, snagging up his chair and rushing it over to the side of the room and eccentrically and exaggeratedly gestured that I sit. “M’lady.”

I blushed and thanked him, pulling my bag into my lap. I watched as Harrison got seated, cautiously opening up his guitar case and then Eddie was soon beside him, another chair in hand. Knowing he was in good hands, I pulled my copy of Neuromancer out of my bag and thumbed through the dog-eared pages, finding my place with ease.

I had every intention of reading through the session, but Harrison’s soft laughter, a sound usually reserved for me and only me, floated over to me from where I sat on the sidelines. Glancing up, I watched as Eddie made a soft joke under his breath, evoking yet another peal of soft laughter from my brother. They talked quietly together for a few moments, heads almost together, before Eddie positioned his fingers on the stringers, showing Harrison his first chord of the day.

Witnessing Eddie teach was like watching a fish out of water. I wholeheartedly felt that he didn’t deserve the hate that he received at school from our peers, but there was no denying he was....eccentric. I’d never known him in this capacity, nor had I ever known my brother to take to somebody so easily.

I watched them for a few moments, heavy chords permeating the room loudly, and realized a wide grin was spreading across my face. As if he could feel my stare, Eddie looked up over Harrison’s head and gave me a small twitch of his lips, nodding in my direction.

I nodded back, the grin not leaving my face even as I turned my full attention back to my book. One thing was for sure, there was definitely more to Eddie Munson than what meets the eye.

“You did a wicked job today, buddy,” I heard Eddie praise after the hour lesson was up, a ringed hand clasping Harrison’s shoulder as he started to put away his guitar. “Keep practicing what you learned today, and I’ll see you next Saturday.”

He paused a moment, brown eyes looking in my direction as I stood and started gathering my things as well. “What about you, Dixon?”

“Me?” I asked, raising a brow at his now smiling face.

“Yeah you. See you next week?”

“She’ll be here every week,” Harrison piped up, a smile ghosting his lips.

“Right on. I’ll see you around then.”

“Definitely. Thanks Eddie,” I responded, a light blush creeping up my neck and to my cheeks. “I’ll see you around.”

It wasn’t until we were halfway home that I realized that both Harrison and I were both in an incredible mood despite it being our usually busy Saturday morning.

Chapter 2

#eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader

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ash-is-a-scorpio · 2 years

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I am taking requests for mcr and teen wolf

i write smut, fluff, headcons, and images

I write for gerard way, mikey way, frank iero, party posion, fun ghoul, and kobra kid

I write for Stiles stilinski, scott McCall, and liam dunbar

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Could you do some Y/N x Dom ddlg smut?

Word count: 2.6k

TW: Smut including, Daddy kink, throat fucking, bondage

A/n I wasn’t 100% sure where you wanted this to go so I tried to do a little bit of both. If you wanted it more rough or more soft i’d been happy to rewrite it for you, just shoot me a dm/ask with the direction you’d like me to take it and it should be up within the week <3 hope you like it though.

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Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

You would’ve helped. Really, you would’ve. You wanted to, even, but Dom had left you with your hands completely tied…

Well, literally.

It all started when he stayed late at the studio one night working on the album, and then another... And then another… His fans were practically begging him to take a night off, but he just wouldn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to come home at all, heaven knows if he even bothered to sleep.

The fact was, with Dom gone so often you got a bit lonely. You’d tried explaining this to him in passing but he was just so caught up in his work, promising that when it was all done he’d spend nothing but time with you. The promises always seemed to fall flat, project after project withholding his attention from you.

And then you remembered…

You and Dom had an array of sex toys, a fond memory attached to each one. Dom also had a certain set of rules for you when it came to sex, and by assosciation said sex toys, one of them being that you were only allowed to touch them if he was there to watch you.

This rule fell through about a month in when you realized he was never home to watch you… Which also meant he was never home to catch you. You figured, he’s having fun working on his album and you deserved to have a bit of fun of your own too.

With not much left to do you’d been abusing this rule like it owed you money ever since. It was actually a lot of fun. It took a little getting used to at first, you missed Dom and wished he was here to do it instead, but pretty soon you were getting off all on your own and you even used a heating pad and stuffy for the post orgasm cuddles you were missing.

Of course you still loved and missed Dom, and would be glad to return to normal as soon as possible, but for the time being you were perfectly fine with your little situation.

You had a pretty productive day cleaning the house, you were now working on dinner, something small since you’d probably be the only one home to eat it. You worked strategically around the kitchen, cleaning up as you went, and once your food was safely in the oven and the timer was set you had a little over half an hour to kill. Wandering into the living room, you searched for the remote, finding it on the couch where you plopped yourself down and began scrolling through netflix.

God, there’s never anything good on here, you thought, it just isn’t what it used to be. You remembered when netflix had everything, and now everything had spread onto their own respective streaming services. You clicked the tv off, staring at the wall for a moment as you went over the things left to do in your head.

There’s always instagram or twitter, but those tend to piss you off in one way or another and there was nothing good on youtube.

Your thought about how your day went, reviewing everything mentally and you realized what you could fill your time with. A reward for all your hard work.

You practically ran up the stairs, wanting to fit in as much you time as possible before you had to return to make dinner.

You started off slow, squeezing your breast and pretending it was Dom instead, trailing your hand down your body until you hit the waistband of your shorts, slipping them down your legs and haphazardly tossing them across the room. You gently rubbed yourself through your underwear, pressing a few teasing fingers against your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hands up and down your thighs, allowing your eyes to close and your body to fully relax before reaching over, wrapping your fingers around the small, pink vibrator that was sat beside you on the bed, shifting it on and pressing it against your clit.

Inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling, your hips moved along with your actions. Soft moans fell from your lips, taking a moment to rid yourself of your underwear before continuing. You tried to imitate the motions of Dom, pretending he was laid next to you and whispering dirty things in your ear, encouraging you to continue.

His plush lips pressed against your neck, leaving bites in his wake that would surely show up tomorrow. His tattooed middle finger coming down to press inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it inside you.

He seemed so far away, and yet closer than you thought.

What you hadn't known was that Dom had chosen to come home early today so he could spend dinner with you, and he was standing in the doorway watching as you slid the vibrator up and down your glistening pussy, whimpering his name.

“Hm, dinners ready.” Your actions snapped to a pause in shock “Oh don’t worry, love. I got it.”

Your eyes opened slowly, unsure if you really wanted to acknowledge the scene in front of you.

Dom stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared you down.

“S’that?” He questioned, knowing damn well what it was, but wanting to hear you admit it. You wrapped your hand tightly around it, a futile attempt to hide the item in your hand. Dom tilted his head disapprovingly at this, walking over to you and peeling your hand open to take it from you, clicking it off. He cleared his throat, putting it on display for you, his gaze boring into the side of your head as he waited for an explanation.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” There was A moment for you to plead your case. Nothing. “Alright, fine.” He says, sitting on the bed motioning for you to lay over his lap. You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent in a silent plea. When his stern look didn’t budge you complied, perching your ass into the air a bit.

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I going to have to get it out of you?” Dom asks, his hand rubbing soothingly over your ass.

“I was masturbating.” Dom hummed, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against your ass.

“With?”

“A toy.” another, his hand smoothing over the already reddening skin.

“Which?”

“I’m not supposed to do unless you’re here to watch me.” twice in a row this time

“So, let me get this straight. You knew you were being disobedient, and decided to do it anyway?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, at least you’re telling the truth.” Dom said, leaning down to whisper in your ear “‘fraid you would’ve been better off lying, love.” His hand coming down thrice more on your already raw ass. Your teeth dug into your lip as you tried your best to hold back the squeaks that clawed their way up your throat.

“Do you want me to count, daddy?” You offered, trying to earn yourself a few brownie points.

“No, I’ll stop when I’m good and damn ready.” And he did exactly that. Although he didn’t ask you to count, you did so anyway. You found it helped to distract from the pain. You got up to around twenty when he finally stopped, leaning down to place a kiss on your red bottom. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, but when you were genuinely in trouble with Dom, when you had so blatantly disobeyed him, the spankings came across as a bit more of a genuine punishment than normal. He wanted it to be sexy and feel good, but he also wanted you to know that your behavior was not acceptable.

“Your ass is so red. Does that hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his tone

“Yes.” You whimper, pouting back at him

“Awh, you poor baby. Probably should’ve thought about that before you decided to break one of my rules.” He said, smacking your ass once again. Shoving you off his lap, he left the room, leaving you alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited patiently for him to return.

You hadn’t actually seen him as he walked back in the room, only acknowledging his return when you felt his hands wrapping around your wrists. Before you realized what was happening your wrists were tied to the head board, your gorgeous boyfriend hovering over you, pulling your shirt up to admire your tits.

“Since you got to get off, it’s daddy’s turn.” He said, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his swollen prick, jerking it off inches from your face. He tapped your jaw, your mouth opening at his command, slipping his dick down your mouth slowly. You were gagging before he was all the way in, staring up at him from your place on the bed. He groaned at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, your gags only encouraging his thrusts as he fell into a rhythm.

“Oh fuck, princess.” He moans, hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it lightly, his hips moving methodically as he ruthlessly fucked your throat.

There was a string of spit from your throat to his tip when he pulled out, Dom’s hand coming by to swipe it out of the air. He sat up a bit, placing his balls in your mouth as he continued pleasuring himself, his head hung back in pleasure. You lifted your head in an attempt to return his tip to your mouth, but Dom crawled off of you and stood beside the bed instead.

And there you were, with Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say, choking back tears

“Then why’d you do it, princess? Hm? Just such a horny slut you couldn’t help yourself? You know what I think? I think you did it on purpose because you thought I’d never catch you. I don’t think you’re sorry for doing it, I think you’re sorry you got what you had coming for being such a disobedient little slut.” He hummed, swiping a piece of your hair behind your ear “But thats okay, because I promise” He says, his tone sinister “that after tonight you won’t need to touch that pretty little pussy for awhile.”

“No, I really am sorry for disobeying you, I promise.” You plead, letting your hips flatten against the bed.

“So are you going to tell me why you did it or just keep apologizing? Because only one of those is going to get you anywhere but a wheelchair tonight, pretty girl.” You avoided eye contact, focusing on the pattern of your bed sheets as you tossed the thought around in your head, hesitating to tell him what had really been going on.

“You’ve just been gone for so long and you’re never home anymore. It gets so boring and lonely being here by myself all the time and I wasn’t able to get myself off and you weren’t here to do it so one night I reached into the drawer and I used one of the toys and it just felt so good… ” You rambled, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings of resentment and loneliness poured out of you all at once. Dom stopped for a moment, untying your hands and moving you up to a sitting position, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.” His lips connected with yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. When he pulled away he left a series of kisses all over your face, an apology after each one.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you on top of him.

His lips connected with yours as he began pushing himself in, waiting for you to move against him before continuing his actions. His strokes were long and slow, making sure you felt every single inch of him. His lips leave small kisses along the length of your neck, hands gripping at your ass, your own scratching down his back.

“Well, I guess I’m here now.” He jokes, reaching over to grab the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your clit. You were already close from before, the punishment only adding to the little ball of pressure you could feel building in your tummy.

Pathetic, needy whimpers slipped past your lips as your orgasm came over you.

“I got you princess.” He whispers, you can feel Dom twitch inside you as he comes up on his own, releasing inside you with a heavenly moan. He remained inside you, allowing the two of you to ride out your highs, before pulling out and collapsing next to you. It took you both a moment to catch your breath, but when you did Dom was the first to speak.

“Okay, new rule.” He turned to you “You’re allowed to use the toys when I’m going to be consecutively busy, but if you can I want you to call me, or if I'm busy send me photos. Daddy loves to see his little girl getting off, I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, lets go eat.” You said, attempting to sit up, but being pulled back down by Dom.

“Dinner can wait, you need a bath.” He says, picking you up and carrying you into the en suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, mindful of your bum, before turning to heat up the bath water. He turned back to you as he filled the tub, kissing you softly on the lips as he waited. You denied his offer to pick you up and set you in the tub, opting to walk the step and a half there yourself, sinking into the inviting water and letting it soothe your ache.

He seemed extra protective of you, your words obviously going to heart. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so caught up in his work and left you home all alone feeling like that. Worse yet, you’d expressed these emotions to him before and he shrugged them off. He was determined to make it up to you.

Dom let you pick a bath bomb, watching as you marveled at the colors. He dragged his attention away from you eventually, once again leaving you alone in the room.

When he returned he had a plate of food in his hand, setting it on the edge of the tub for you and playing with your head as you ate, asking you how you’d been while he was away.

He waited for you with a warm towel when you were ready to get out, tentatively drying you off. He allowed you to dress yourself, sitting on the edge of the cabinet as he watched. After dinner and your bath, he tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead and promising to be there when you woke up in the morning, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

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