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mingtinysworld · 2 hours

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Shards of Lust

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1k

Summary: you see your boyfriend sporting a new finger accessory and he notices you staring. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if he didn’t show you what he could do with it right?

Warnings: MDNI, fingering, sharp object included don’t actually do this irl

Network: @newworldnet

A/n: OK SO RIDKSJSKSK THE FINGER THINGS LIKE HELLO it’s actually been driving me crazy. I want to be fingered by him so bad like you don’t understand. Also sorry this was the shortest I’ve ever written💀 but hope you still enjoyed. Please like, comment and reblog ilyyyy. - J:)

You wake up groggily, slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. As you sit up in bed you can see Yunho getting ready in the hotel mirror. He’s almost ready for the Coachella stage, just finalizing accessories and details. He looks very handsome in his black suit, looking like he’s ready for a business meeting.

You let out a sleepy sound and catch Yunho's attention through the mirror. He gives you a soft smile and you attempt to give him a smile back, even though your eyes are almost glued shut. You crawl to the edge of the bed and sprawl out, looking at him upside down.

"Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"I guess. The time change is still messing with me though." You say with a pout.

"Aww baby, I know. It's alright, next week we'll be home and you can sleep in peace." He assures.

You nod along as your eyes graze over every inch of him. You observe the strange ring like accessories that he's putting on. He slides them on with ease and then flexes his hand in and out. You feel hypnotized and feel your eyes boring into the mirror. You unfold yourself from your pretzel form and go to stand behind Yunho.

You fit your chin against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his waist, breathing him in. He tilts his face downward and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Hi baby." He says gently. When you don't say anything and just freeze, he's concerned for a split second. He follows your line of sight and sees your transfixed stare on his hand. You're looking at the contraption that sits prettily on his index and middle finger with curiosity. It makes his hand look robotic almost, and the sharp tips glow menacingly, weirdly inviting in a way.

He watches you take it in, totally enjoying your reaction. He's pretty sure he can read your filthy thoughts at this point, from the way your breathing has stopped completely.

"You really love these, huh?" He asks with a knowing smirk. He wiggles his fingers, and you're broken out of your trance. You redden as you try to act normal, clearing your throat and making eye contact with Yunho.

"I-i mean I just think they're really cool! I've never seen anything like it." You trail off uncertainly.

He turns around to face you and grabs your elbows to guide you to the edge of the bed once more. He sits you down gently and crouches in front of you, looking up with sultry eyes.

"Do you want a demonstration?" He questions. You give him a quizzical look, mind completely blanking.

"W-what? A demonstration of what?" You ask with a nervous gulp.

He flexes his hand and looks down at it. "How this works. How it feels." He leans closer, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

"Please." You plead with a hushed murmur. You’re not exactly sure what you’re pleading for. His lips are finally on yours and he kisses you with a quiet intensity, stroking your exposed thighs. You hum into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his touch on your skin. He drags his hands up higher to the waistband of your shorts and tugs lightly. You get his message and lift your hips high enough for him to slip off the material. He takes your underwear with it, leaving your bottom half exposed. You wiggle a bit impatiently and he stills your moving hips with a firm hand.

"Now be good for me alright? I don't have much time so let's make the best of it." He reminds you of the fact that he has to leave for rehearsals soon. You stay still and anticipate what's to come. He spreads your plush thighs apart, strings of arousal stretching in between. He chuckles quietly to himself and moves even closer. He lays his whole palm against your cunt and you shudder from the feel of the cold metal against your most intimate part.

He moves up and down slightly, making you release shallow breaths. Still keeping eye contact with you, he slowly enters one armored finger. He goes slow as to not hurt you with the sharp tip, although you wish he would just destroy you. He gauges your reaction and is pleased when he sees you trying so hard to not squirm. He speeds up the force of his finger and you gasp and hold on to his shoulder.

"Another one please." You choke out.

Yunho looks at you concerned for a second, but immediately complies as he sees the state you're in. Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears and your mouth is making the most sinful sounds. He can feel his pants tightening with every whimper you let out, but his focus is totally on you for today.

He adds a second finger and you can feel the noticeable stretch instantly. His unforgiving pace makes you see stars and you clench around him, making him groan with gritted teeth. You squeeze his shoulder again, needing something to ground you. The cold metal drags against your walls and sharpens the tight feeling in your core. Once he hits your spongy spot you're done for. Your orgasm washes over you and you gasp from the intensity of it.

Yunho pulls his fingers out and sees that the metal is completely covered in your juices. Before you can stop him he puts the fingers in his mouth and makes a show of licking every inch clean. You groan in humiliation and throw yourself back to lay flat. He chuckles at you and grabs tissues to help clean you up. You stare at the ceiling and process everything. You loved the experience so much, wanting to do it all over again.

Once you're clean and clothed Yunho gets ready to leave, he kisses you goodbye and heads to the door. He gives you a silly finger wave and you wave right back, but before he can shut the door behind him, you hold it open and lean towards him and whisper.

"I think we might have to make that lil gadget into a regular occurrence."

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saintmagx · 5 hours

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call it what you want 🎶

Grayson Waller x Reader

An: I just loved this idea and had to write about it! Also not sure what Scarlett goes by irl so I’m giving her the nickname Beth cause I think that’s what I’d actually call her 🤔

‼️ warnings: swearing, use of real names, not proof read, we are dramatic asf, Grayson is dumb and oblivious but we love him, not really much substance just a little short story‼️

“No, absolutely not.”

“Matty please?”

“Yn I’m sorry i just can’t. I’ve spent so much time trying to be the bad guy, if I go, I lose all credibility. I’m sure if you ask Trin and Beth, they would go with you.”

“Trin is bringing Jon and Beth is bringing Kevin. I will literally be third wheeling everyone. Know what? Just forget I asked. It’s fine.” Upset, i storm off.

Taylor Swift. Taylor fucking Swift was the cause of this argument. The Eras tour was finally heading to Florida and i had tickets for us and our friends to go, however between purchasing the tickets and the actual concert itself, Matty decided - no wait sorry Grayson fucking Waller decided to start beef with the swifties - Rendering his attendance impossible.

Grabbing my phone I do what literally everyone else does when they need to rant about their man. Put it in the group chat for the girls to back you up.

Matty says he isn’t going to the concert 😢

Trin

Girl I’m sorry. That boy is dumb as hell. Why he starting beef knowing we had this concert?

Beth

Men are dumb - screw him, we will still have fun girl 💕

Honestly I don’t even wanna go now, yall can find someone to take our place.

Trin

No no no we ain’t gon do that. You’re gonna get you fine ass dressed to impress and you are gonna come to the concert with us.

Beth

Honestly yn it wouldn’t be the same without you there, please come - I’ll make sure your glass is always full 😜

Trin

I second that! Come on girl.

Know what you girls are right, screw Matty. I’m still gonna go and enjoy myself. Drinks on yall though - promise is a promise 😚

Friday Night Smackdown

Backstage I stand with Trin who is currently warming up for her match tonight.

“We haven’t really spoke about it to be honest. I know I’m being over dramatic but he knew how excited I was for this concert.” I complain

A familiar scent fills my senses. A strong pair of arms wrap round my waist enclosing me in a tight embrace.

“There’s my girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says.

“Well you’ve found me, now I gotta go get ready for my match.” I say u wrapping myself from Mattys grasp.

“I’ll see you out there Trin.” I announce before quickly leaving, leaving him confused.

“Boy, you done fucked up.” Trin

“What did I do wrong?” He says.

Shaking her head she replies “the fact that you don’t even know what you’ve done wrong makes this whole thing even worse.”

“Come on Trin, help me out.” He pleads

“The concert Matt, she was looking forward to you and her going and you’ve let her down. Do you know she wasn’t even going to go because of it? This is something she loves and wanted to experience it with you. You better get your shit together and sort it out before the gig.”

“Fuck!” He says letting out a huge sigh. He didn’t mean to hurt yn, he knew she was looking forward to the concert but didn’t think it would be a big deal if he wasn’t there.

“This whole swiftie thing has just got out of hand, but don’t worry Trin, I’ll fix it!”

“You better.”

Day of Era’s concert

Perfect you say to yourself.

You and the girls had decided to dress up as your favourite Era. You had gone with Lover era. Standing looking the mirror you had found the perfect dress, a pink off the shoulder tulle mini dress, it was the epitome of lover - and of course your outfit wouldn’t be complete without and arm full of friendship bracelets ready to swap with all the other attendees.

You had sent off a text to Trin and Beth to tell them you were ready to leave. A small knock at the bedroom door startles you slightly, knowing it would be Matty you tell him to come in. Turning around you are met with Matty dressed up with pink trousers - similar to the shade of your dress. A white Taylor swift T-shirt and and a few little friendship bracelets on his arm.

“We ready to go babe?” He asks

“I thought you weren’t coming?”

“I wasn’t, but I didn’t stop to think how much you wanted me to be there, and how much I wanted to be there with you. I want to have all these experiences with you and I can’t do that if I’m sitting at home.”

He walks closer to me and takes hold of my hands, looking into my eyes he continues.

“I love you so much yn, no swiftie beef is gonna stop me from making your dreams and wishes come true.”

He leans down and tenderly kisses my lips.

“I love you too Matty, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

The truth is he did know how much it meant to yn. He could see it in her eyes and he made a silent promise to himself that he would never again be the reason her eyes were filled with sadness.

Thank you for reading whatever the hell this was. Appreciate the likes and reposts.

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rurza-burza · 1 year

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I am in the depths of depression but Kalluzeb keeps me sane rn fr fr

Drawing this might have single handedly beaten my massive artblock so hhhhh

#kalluzeb #sw rebels #alexsandr kallus #garazeb orrelios #kallus x zeb #star wars rebels #my art #if you know me irl and you see this no you didn’t

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eddiescorrodedcoffin86 · 2 years

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Rock The Night

Your boyfriend sends you on his deal

Part 2: Bad Medicine

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Minors go away I’ll kick you in the forehead. Boyfriend and Reader are Eddie's age. Smut. Cheeky Eddie, flirty Eddie, gentleman Eddie. Fingering. Unprotected p in v sex (stay safe, babes). Brief oral (vaginal). Choking. Eddie’s a biter no one can convince me otherwise. Licking to sub for biting. But still biting cause Eddie is so unhinged he'd bite anyway. Cheating. Dacryphilia. So much dirty talk. AFAB Reader. He calls you sweetheart. Overstimulation. I don't think there's pronouns actually used but he calls you descriptive pet names like gorgeous and pretty thing and the reader has a momentary feminine description of their outfit. Very slight orgasm denial. He degrades your boyfriend literally the whole time so I guess you could say its a kink(?). Drugs (Be responsible) if you know me and you see this no you don’t 🔫🧍🏻‍♀️

Your boyfriend Charles was… anything but a boyfriend, really. He’d been fine in the beginning, not perfect but good enough considering you didn’t have much to compare it to. You’d met him in middle school, he’d given you a flower because it was “as pretty as you” and the two of you had been pretty much attached at the hip since then.

When you got into highschool and he moved up on the food chain, he took you with him, despite your actual disdain for the popular crowd and lack of appearances, you were well known simply because of your relationship with the basketball player. After graduation, despite his drastic change of character, the two of you stayed together and Charles got a job at his dad's company, go figure, and the two of you moved in together a year after graduation. You thought after graduation he'd propose, had actually prepared for it the day he called the house, telling you to get dressed nice because he was taking you out to celebrate 'a surprise' as he'd called it. his 'surprise' was a Pontiac Fiero GT, for himself, that you weren't allowed to drive. Ever.

You thought were going to explode that night, you sat in that stupid restaurant on the edge of town, tapping your heel as you clenched your jaw, and Charles didn't take a single hint that you were pissed specifically at him. Not even when you made him sleep on the couch, he'd muttered something about you PMSing and then grabbed his pillow and a blanket from the closet before going to sleep on the couch.

Eddie Munson was, in every way, completely different from Charles. Where Charles was short and gruff and was an exact replica of his father, void of any true emotion, Eddie was... loud, eccentric, goofy, flirty, and he always had that wide grin on his face. Eddie made his differences from Charles very obvious on the rare occasion he would see you in public without him, though your interactions were brief he made the most of them, and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him on the street, he could turn even that into a wonderful experience.

He toned it down when Charles would bring you to deals, of course, but you could tell by the way his shoulders squared and his jaw tensed when you would tell Charles you were cold and he'd respond with 'shoulda brought a jacket' instead of doing the boyfriend thing and giving you his. Then there were the times he'd bring you, but Eddie would hear the car turn off, in the dead of winter, and hear Charles' keys jingling in his pocket when he walked his stupid ass into Eddie's trailer, warm thanks to the space heaters placed throughout it. He would try to make those deals go by faster.

What pissed you off more, was that Eddie had let a 'sweetheart' slip once, and instead of asking Eddie what it was about, he asked you when you'd made it back to the car, resulting in an argument that ended with you sleeping at your mother's house for a few days. The next time you saw Eddie without Charles, he'd profusely apologized, which only progressed when you told him it was fine but to not let it happen again because you'd been blamed for it.

Charles' "worry" about Eddie didn't last long, he saw Eddie the same way everyone else thought of him, and it made your blood boil because Eddie was anything but those things, and assumed that you could never possibly like someone like that. Boy was he wrong. Eddie had begun to plague your thoughts constantly ever since Charles started bringing you with him to deals, all you could think about was the rings on his fingers, the way his fingers curled around his lunchbox, his wrists, his arms, his tattoos which were only on display when he took his jacket off, and you were sure he'd started doing that on purpose because he'd started taking it off when it was like 67 degrees outside, you were completely infatuated with Eddie Munson and everything about him. You had to bite your lip most of the time during sex with Charles so you wouldn't moan out Eddie's name, your brain almost completely replacing the man who was actually inside you.

Which is why, when Charles told you that he had to go to a business dinner with his dad and he needed you to go pick up his stuff from Eddie at his trailer, you thought your chest was gonna burst, stuttering out an 'okay' as Charles got dressed for work that morning. He'd gave you a heavy sigh, thinking your response was hesitation as he explained "look I know he's a freak but I need you to do this, not whine about it" before leaving for work without another word.

You'd spent the first half of the day trying to figure out what the hell to wear, eventually deciding on a knitted blue and white mini dress, white gogo boots, and a white headband to push your hair back.

When you got to Eddie's trailer you sat in your second-hand car, Charles' old car, and stared at it for about five minutes before going to the door, straightening your dress before knocking on the door. After a moment you heard slight stomps, like someone was jogging, and then door yanked open, revealing the ever-gorgeous Eddie Munson in his signature Hellfire shirt, you wondered if he had several of them or if he just washed one and wore it almost every day.

"L/N." Eddie blinked rapidly and looked behind you. "Charles not coming?" He asked, his eyes running over your dress as he stepped aside to let you in, he just barely see your underwear if he looked hard enough, he wondered if you did that on purpose, if you did any of the things you did to him on purpose, though he doubted it, a guy could dream, though. And dream he will.

"No. He's got a business thing with his dad and i'm sure he'll go out for a drink regardless of the outcome so he sent me." Eddie let out a scoff at that and mumbled somethign you couldn't quite understand, but you didn't question him. "Sorry about the mess, by the way." You hadn't even noticed he was picking up cans and cigarette packs, too focused on the mug and hat collection on the walls. "Maid took the week off." You laughed softly and shook your head. "It's fine."

"Alright, the stuff's back in my room, you can stay here, of course." He shook his head. "I'll go get it." He turned but stopped when you spoke up. "Can I have a tour?" His head spun so fast you thought you heard his neck snap. "What?" He chuckled softly. "A tour?" You nodded. "Alright... its not much. This is the living room/kitchen/dining room. on that end is my uncle's room, he works at the plant, and this way is the bathroom and my room." He motioned as he started walking.

You'd always wondered what Eddie's bedroom looked like, and it was better than anything you could have imagined, Eddie went to his closet as you gazed around his room, taking in all the posters he had on his walls and the clutter on every flat surface and a beautiful guitar hung against a mi- are those handcuffs? Those are definitely handcuffs. You were walking over to the chains before you even registered it, your feet moving over and your hand reaching out to touch them.

"Ahem." You yelped and spun around, knocking into the wall when you realized how close Eddie was, holding out a pill bottle that had several baggies crammed inside, one contained what you knew was Charles' cocaine, one had three blue pills, one had two heartshaped pills, and the largest contained weed. "Keep this hidden in that pretty little purse of yours." He winked. You nodded a little and reached out, taking the bottle and handing him the money from inside your bra, watching as his eyes widened, glued to your chest. You'd done this before, on the few occasions you had to pay for Charles' drugs because he 'accidentally forgot his wallet', but Charles was always around so he was never allowed to look, not that he was now, but you weren't stopping him, and he was close enough now that he could see what color and material your bra was, white lace.

"Thanks, Munson." You said softly, swallowing thickly when his creamy fingers slid over yours when he took the money, that was definitely on purpose. "No need to thank me, sweetheart." He licked his lips and cleared his throat again as he straightened up. "So, what do you say, since the ol' ball and chain won't be back for a while, we smoke before you go?" He raised a brow.

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Now, here you are, laughing wildly while Eddie tried to tug your boot off. "Eddie! Ow!!" You laughed. "You have to unzip it!" You wiggled around on the bed, Eddie standing beside it and holding your ankle. "Not to mention you're just tugging on my leg!" You laughed.

Eddie looked at his hands, laughing with you, his hands were wrapped around the top of your ankle, and the heel of your foot, but the placement of his fingers and his grip had him pulling your leg instead of the leathery material. You'd already smoked one blunt by now, a second one lit but only having a few hits off of it. "Well why didn't you say that?!" "Because it's a shoe! I shouldn't have to tell you to undo it!" You laughed, yelping as he flipped your leg over and slid the zipper down your leg. You could feel the heat in your chest and neck as he slid it off, your other boot following before he was laying beside you on the bed, Van Halen playing from the stereo in his room as he took the blunt when you handed it over. "Do your feet ever hurt after wearing those damn things all day?" Eddie chuckled softly. "You were.. always wearing them in highschool if I remember properly." Which he was, he thought about you and those damn boots all through school.

"Wait." You laughed softly. "If you remember properly?" You leaned up on one elbow and looked down at him curiously, watching his cheeks flush as a smirk quirked at your lips. "Yeah." He shrugged casually. You laughed softly and licked your lips. ".... Charles never asked me if my feet hurt... or took my shoes off for me." You didn't mean to say that out loud, Jesus what kind of weed did Eddie keep to himself? This was.. good stuff.

"Yeah? That's cause Charles is a fucking dick." Eddie huffed, shaking his head as he passed the blunt back to you. You laughed and nodded quickly. "You're telling me." You hit the blunt a couple times. "I've had, like, one orgasm with the guy, and it was because I was doing most of the work." You scoffed before widening your eyes and looking at him quickly.

"Don't ever repeat that, Munson. Oh my god i can't believe I said that." You covered your face in embarrassment. "Wait... you're serious? He's never made you.." his eyes trailed down to your crotch, your own legs twisted together, the expanse of your thighs tantalizing him from under the blue knitted string.

"No. He hasn't, okay? Can we not talk about it? It's embarrassing." Eddie scoffed. "It's fucking criminal is what it is." He shook his head. "Haven't you guys been together for, like, ever?" He shook his head in bewilderment.

"Ughhhhh Eddie can you please shut up?" You laughed softly, shaking your head as Eddie joined in. "Why? It's the truth... someone as gorgeous as you... you deserve to have multiple orgasms a day." He scoffed. "You can't say that Mun-" "I'm serious." He interrupted, lifting up and taking the blunt from you to put it out. The joking tone was gone from his voice as he settled to look down at you again, his eyes running over the expanse of your body.

“He should be killing himself to give you two a day. At the very least. And that’s the bare minimum, sweetheart. He doesn’t do anything a boyfriend should do.” Eddie licked his lips, his hand inching closer to you. “If you were mine…” he scoffed a little. “I’d have you crying at least once a day from how good I’d fuck you..”

When you shuddered, Eddie let out a soft chuckle. "I bet you'd like that.." He said softly. "Wouldn't you?" He licked his lips slowly. "I bet you'd look so pretty." You could only describe the sound that came from his throat as a desperate groan. "Full of my cum... tears streaming down this pretty face and filling those pretty eyes.." He whispered, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Eddie... you can't.. just say things like that." "Who said I'm just sayin' 'em?" He raised a brow, sliding closer to you and gently laying his hand on your hip. "Look... I wanna try something, and if you don't like it, you can leave and we'll pretend it never happened." He swallowed thickly.

You hesitated before giving him a soft nod, and then his lips were on yours. He started gentle, slow, his lips just pressed to yours, until he went to pull away and you were chasing him. "I didn't say stop, Munson." You mumbled softly. Eddie looked at you with a slight shocked expression for a moment before his lips were immediately pressed to yours again, only this time with a lot more urgency, his hand gripping your hip tighter as he rolled on top of you, groaning happily. "Fuck you're... so hot." He chuckled, looking down at you as he hovered above you. "Can I take your dress off?"

You didn't hesitate to nod. "Yes. Please." He grinned and gently sat you up, grabbing the hem of the dress and pulling it off, laying you back again and letting his eyes run over every smooth curve of your body, is hands sliding over the smooth flesh of your torso before gently squeezing your lace-clad breasts. "Dreamed about these..." he mumbled softly. "You put your money there on purpose?" He asked, looking down at you as you bit your lip, giving him a coy smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, it's a safe place to put anything." You teased lightly.

"Right, and the fact that it's, like, the hottest thing on the planet is a coincidence?" He teased as you giggled. "Completely and totally." You bit your lip happily as Eddie chuckled, kissing him back when he leaned down and pressed your lips together, you didnt even realize he was reaching under you to get your bra off until he was sliding it off of you and tossing it somewhere in his room. "Really? I'm, like, never gonna find that again! This place is a wreck!" You laughed.

"You make one less bra sound like a bad thing." "I won't be able to keep my money there." "I'll find it later." He chuckled, pulling his shirt off and kissing you, sliding his hand over the front of your panties slowly, massaging you through them, grinning a bit. "Already so wet, all I've done is feel you up and kiss you a little. You that needy, baby?"

You whined softly, nodding as Eddie kissed and licked lightly at your neck, licking to substitute for wanting to bite and suck on your neck. "He should have the title man revoked from him." Eddie scoffed, degrading your boyfriend as he massaged your pussy over your panties. "Leaving such a pretty, desperate thing like yourself unsatisfied." He shook his head. "Doesn't even seem like the type to hold you after."

You whined and shook your head quickly. "H-he's not, he-he just goes right to sleep." You moaned, ressing into his hand needily. Eddie scoffed and shook his head, licking his lips slowly. "When he falls asleep... do you go the bathroom and give your pretty little pussy what it deserves?" He purred, an underlying condescending tone in his voice that had your blood rushing through your veins. "Or do you just do it right there next to him?" He hummed, his teeth sliding along your jaw slowly as you shuddered, giving him a weak nod, a yes to both questions.

"Yeah? What do you think about?" He whispered, sliding his hand into your panties and his fingers through your folds, moaning when he felt how wet you were. "Fuck..." he whispered. "What has got you so wet, hm?" He whispered softly, tilting his head as he looked down at you, following your eyes over to the handcuffs on his wall, chuckling softly. "Mm.. another time." He looked back at you.

"Another time?" You asked, hopeful. "Mhm.. if you wanna." Eddie grinned at your frantic nodding. "Now, I believe I asked you a question." He teased. You hesitated, shifting a little and biting your lip before responding. "I... I think about you." Quiet enough that you almost didin't hear yourself, but Eddie did, and it had him going feral.

"Fuck.. really?" He asked, his fingers circling your clit slowly as you nodded, moaning and dropping your head back as you bit your lip lightly. “Yeah. Most of the time I have to think about you to even get there.. but he’s usually cumming and stopping right before I get there.” You pouted.

“Aww poor baby.” Eddie shook his head. “A real man would fuck you despite the overstimulation.” He huffed. “Especially if he came first. Though, a gentleman never does.” He licked along the side of your jaw and went to say something else but you beat him to it. “And you’re a gentleman…” you said it softly, like it was some giant revelation that would change the world, and it would, your world, anyway.

“Exactly.” Eddie laughed softly and kissed you as two fingers slid inside you, when you gasped he slid his tongue against yours, the two of you moaning and pressing closer into the contact. He thrusted his fingers slowly at first, curling them up slightly while his thumb circled your clit. "A gentleman would lay you down... cover this gorgeous body of yours with marks.." he bit down on his lip, knowing he couldn't do that. "Or kisses." He pressed his fingers deeper into you, making you shudder as you closed your eyes.

"He'd make you cum at least once before even fucking you." He shook his head, hovering over you again before sliding down your body slowly, sliding your panties off and tearing his eyes from yours. "He'd definitely have to taste you." He mumbled before diving in and latching his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he tilted and curled his fingers until grazing your gspot, smirking when he brushed over it and heard you let out the prettiest squeak he'd ever heard. "E-Eddie."

Eddie hummed against you, closing his eyes as he sucked on your clit harder, thrusting his fingers harder against your gspot, sitting them there to massage it, your legs trembling as you already felt a knot start to build in your stomach, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he chuckled.

"Close already, baby?" He teased, pulling away long enoough to speak before he was diving back in, licking and sucking your clit as he continued massaging your gspot. "Y-yeah." You whimpered softly. "Can you hold? Just for a second, promise it'll feel even better, just hold off, I'll keep going, I'll let you know when you can cum, okay?"

You whimpered at the idea of not being able to cum for even longer, especially while it was staring you straight in the face, but you nodded anyway and curled your fingers in the sheets. "There ya go." He grinned and dove back in, sliding his tongue in with fingers occasionally, his tongue sliding around your stretched hole before it would dip it, curl, and then go back to your clit, spacing out how long it lasted each time, until he was sliding his fingers out, pushing his tongue in to replace them.

You gasped and looked down at him, met with his chocolate eyes peering up at you as his tongue curled and thrusted inside you. Eddie had a long tongue, and you swear you could feel it flattening and straightening inside you, curling when he flattened it. "J-jesus christ, Eddie." You dropped your head back when he started rubbing your clit, your moans getting louder as you started rocking your hips into his hand. "P-please, Eddie. I-I need to cum." You whined, looking back down at Eddie when you felt him chuckle against you.

When you looked at him his eyelids fluttered, turning his eyes from where they were focused on your clit, he didn't even have to say anything, giving you enough permission with the desperate look in his eyes to cum, he wanted you to cum as much as you wanted to. You moaned happily and dropped your head back again, your fingers curling in his hair, tugging lightly as you finally let yourself cum, moaning his name loudly as your legs curled up and wrapped around his shoulders, caging him against you as you shuddered.

Eddie slid up to your clit, easing you through your orgasm with light licks and sucks to the sensitive bud. When he felt your legs relax around him he slid up and kissed you deeply, groaning happily. "You sound so pretty when you cum~ how could he not want to hear that sound all the fucking time?" He groaned, reaching down to get his jeans and boxers off.

Once he had them off and tossed in the same direction his shirt and your bra had gone, he brought your legs around his waist. Despite everything your ears picked up, and recognized the song that was starting to play, a laugh fell from you at the irony, raising a brow. "She's So Heavy? Really?"

"It's a good song." Eddie shrugged and kissed your neck. "I can appreciate a good song." He smirked, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds slowly, licking his lips. "You sure you wanna do this? You can still back out." He said softly.

You raised a brow and scoffed. "I've had my clothes off for like 10 minutes, at the most, and you've already made me cum once, you're insane if you think I'm going to tell you to stop." A grin spread across his face and then he was kissing you again, holding your thigh with one hand while the other guided his cock into you.

"Fuck.." you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him and tugging him down onto you, nuzzling his neck as you shuddered at the stretch. "Aww, what's wrong?" Eddie cooed. "Big.." you blushed deeply, shuddering when his chuckle had him jumping inside you. "Oh, poor baby. You don't stand a chance, do you?" Eddie tsked, condescention leaking from every word as he looked down at you.

You shook your head immediately, looking up at Eddie as you shifted. "Please, Eddie.. need you to move." You begged, gripping his forearms from where they caged you in at your waist. "Why? You gonna start crying already, sweetheart?" He teased, smirking a little, but was moving his hips regardless, though much slower than you wanted, or needed, at the moment, each shallow thrust of his hips with accented with a whimper from you, trying to use your legs to push him deeper into you.

"Alright, alright." Eddie slid his arms underneath you and lifted you up, sliding one of his pillows under your waist before he was kissing you again, sliding all the way into you with a hard snap of his hips, pulling a soft cry from you. "Listen to that." He teased, "you are crying already." He kissed you deeply, pulling you close, he stayed buried inside you for a moment, kissing and licking along your neck as he started thrusting into you.

"God, Eddie." You moaned happily, tugging on his hair lightly, whimpering when he stopped you from rocking your hips, grabbing your hips tightly, making sure his grip was light enough to not leave any bruises as he straightened up to put some more power behind his thrusts, his hands moving from your hips to your waist, groaning softly.

"You feel so good, sweetheart." He purred softly. "So tight and warm around me~" he dropped his head back against his shoulders, hair sticking to his already sweaty skin. "Gonna take real good care of ya, I promise." He slid his hand up the front of your torso and gently wrapped his fingers around your throat, pressing just enough for you to know it was there, as he leaned down and pressed your lips together, starting to fuck you harder as you moaned, shuddering. "E-Eddie. Gotta cum, please, wanna cum." You whined, holding onto Eddie tightly, tears filling your eyes as the pressure built again. "Again? Already?" Eddie teased, snapping his hips sharply as you nodded.

"Mhm. Please, Eddie." You begged, looking up at him pleadingly as he hummed in thought. "I don't know... you looked very pretty when I made you wait last time." He smirked. "I think I might make you wait again." You whined and shook your head quickly. "No, please." You whimpered. "Please, Eddie, wanna cum." You begged, one of the tears slipping from your eye.

"I'll make a deal with you." He snapped your hips, pulling another cry from you. ".. you give me as many as you can and I'll let you cum whenever you want. Can you do that for me, pretty thing?" He asked softly, you were nodding before he even got the words out. "Yes. Yeah. i can. I totally can." You whined softly.

"Aww, thank you." Eddie cooed, leaning down and kissing you deeply. "Go ahead and cum whenever you want." He kissed down your neck. "I plan to pull as many from you as I possibly can." And with that promise you were cumming for a second time.

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You don't know how long you've been at it at this point, but you do know that you've had at least four orgasms, and Eddie twice after you swore to him that it was okay he cum inside you.

Eddie was basically laying on you at this point, gently wiping and kissing away tears as he ground as deep into you as he could. "Oh I was right~" Eddie purred, pressing deeper into you with a soft grunt. "You do look pretty crying on my cock." He kissed your neck, his slowly movements pulling weak moans from you, completely pliant with your ankles loosely wrapped around his thighs in a desperate attempt to keep him close to you.

"E-Eddie~ too much~" you whined softly, arching your back as you drug your nails into his shoulders gently. "Too much? Sweetheart, we're just getting started." Eddie smirked. "From now on... when he falls asleep.. I want you to call me while you touch yourself. Got it?" He raised a brow, watching you nod your head. "Tell me what I said." He responded, tilting his head a bit, when you didn't say anything he tsked and shook his head.

"Tell me. What I. Said." He repeated, snapping his hips with every pause. "Tell me or I'll stop." When he went to pull out you grabbed onto him tightly and sobbed. "No! Please." You whined. "Y-you said that when-when he falls asleep to-to call you while i touch myself." You dug your nails into his shoulder. "Please don't stopped." You cried.

"Aw... I was only teasing, Sweetheart." He smiled, wiping the tears from under your eyes, humming softly. "Like I would ever make you cry from being unsatisfied... oversatisfied maybe." He teased, snapping his hips to prove his point as you cried out.

As Eddie fucked into you, You could feel another orgasm coming on, your legs shaking and your walls fluttering around Eddie as his groans turned to desperate moans that he tried, and failed, to turn into groans. When you came, you were taking Eddie with you, your nails scratching down his back as he bit into your shoulder to try and cover the moan that left him as he filled you up, unable to pull out because of your grip. "Ah! Eddie!" You moaned loudly, tugging his head back. "You can't do that." "Sorry." Eddie gave you a grin that told you the exact opposite. "You're just so delicious." He leaned down and started licking where he bit, completely distracting you from your momentary anger and surprise.

By the time Eddie decided he was finished with you, you were breathing heavily, watching in complete awe as Eddie got up and went to get you a glass of water, a bag of chips, and a rag to clean you up. After he cleaned you up he helped you back into your clothes. "Told you I'd find it." He teased, putting your bra back on you as you laughed.

"I'm an adult y'know. I can clean and dress myself." You teased as he helped you put your dress and panties back on, and maybe you liked that he was getting you dressed and cleaning you up. "I know.. but this is aftercare, sweetheart. The lazy kind since I can't hold you." He teased, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you lightly. "Have a good time?" Lazy kind?

"Lazy kind? Eddie- you just- you came like... four times and then just... scurried off for water and food like it was nothing." Eddie shrugged a little. "Yeah, after you came like... eight. Think I almost made you squirt." He teased. "And you're asking if I had a good time?" You scoffed and shook your head, kissing him deeply. "I had an amazing time." You said softly, smiling when you felt him grin against your lips.

Once you got the feeling back in your legs, Eddie helped you get your boots on and then walked you to your car, and after making sure no one was peering out of their window, he planted a big fat kiss to your lips and opened your car door for you. "I expect that call." He smirked, winking as he closed your car door, watching you drive off before he went inside.

You couldn't find it in yourself to feel guilty for what happened, you had an amazing time, had amazing sex with eight amazing orgasms, Eddie was probably right about almost making you squirt, and to top it all off Eddie gave you free gummies he'd made, they were shaped as a sword and flail like on his shirt, which you thought was the cutest, or hottest, thing you'd ever seen. You were keeping the gummies to yourself.

It's not like Charles was trying to win any "partner of the year" trophies, so why should you? Whatever this thing you were starting with Eddie was, you knew one thing, you were ready for that phone call.

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I would do the most reprehensible, filthy, unspeakable, shameless, questionable, sinful things.... If only I had a chance.

Feminism leaves my body when it comes to this man.

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ok. new dorian electra puppet video good

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Until I Found You (MCU x Battinson)

Chapter 1

Hi so I’ve had this silly little idea in my head for sometime and i’ve just kind of been like, living it out in my head but i figured i would right it cuz ive got daddy issues and im in love with battinson. So yeah enjoy this stupid little thing i made.

Battinson x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: child neglect, canon character death, violence,

Summary: Y/N Stark never really got along with her dad. Probably had something to do with never really wanted her in the first place. After the events of Infinity War in 2018, when Y/N discovered her father has been blipped she moved from NYC, not being able to stay when everywhere she looked she was reminded of her father. Moving to Gotham City, she never thought she would ever see Bruce Wayne again, let alone become his housekeeper.

Y/N really never got along with her dad. She never really knew why, but she suspected it had something to do with the fact that he never really wanted her in the first place, how could he? She was an accident, a result of a drunken one night stand.

Her mother had passed during childbirth and left Y/N to her father in her will. Seeing as it was her dying wish, her father felt like he couldn’t turn her away. Plus he could just have his assistant watch her, he’d raise her pay or whatever.

Growing up Y/N knew something was different with the way she was raised. Most kids in her class didn’t have strange men with bright cameras wherever she went since the day her dad’s assistant, Pepper, dropped her off on her first day of kindergarten.

Perhaps it was because Y/N’s father owned a billion dollar company, arguably one of the biggest and most impactful ones too. Or, when she was 8, it was because her dad was a superhero.

The world worshiped the ground he walked on, praising him for not only being Iron Man, but also for managing a company and raising a young daughter.

Pr made it so Tony looked like the greatest father in the world, a model citizen really, when in reality he hardly ever saw his daughter unless it was for a press conference in which her presence was required. She got used to it.

Y/N met Bruce Wayne when she was 10 years old. She knew who he was, seeing as his parents and their company were one of the biggest competitors to Stark Industries. Having been dragged to some fancy event where she had to wear a horrible itchy dress, she had wandered away from her father looking for something to do.

Event’s like this were her least favorite, they were so long and boring, and usually ended with her dad stumbling back home drunk, saying some not very nice things to her on their way home.

The difference between when he was drunk and sober was how he treated Y/N. When he was sober, he wasn’t very nice to her. When he was drunk, he really wasn’t nice to her.

Regardless of whatever would happen after the Gala, Y/N had found herself exploring the large venue in an attempt to distract herself. She ran into Bruce in the hallway on the fourth floor. He was staring at a painting of a man and a woman. Who they were, she didn't know.

They hadn’t talked much. Y/N, being young and curious with no sense of stranger danger, had reached her hand out to the teenager and announced, “I’m Y/N Stark.”

He had blinked in surprise before responding with his name, and Y/N knew that she probably wasn’t supposed to be around him. His parents hated her dad, so she guessed the mutual dislike was supposed to pass down through generations.

She didn’t care though, she was bored and wanted a friend. Bruce and Y/N talked for a good 30 minutes, Bruce listening to her ramblings and storytellings of grand adventures she went on whenever Pepper wasn’t watching her. The boy didn’t say much, just nodded his head and made small sounds to indicate he was listening.

She’s pretty sure he probably doesn’t even remember that day, but she does. Bruce Wayne was one of the first people to show her kindness, and had even complimented her dress. Her horrible, hideous, itchy dress that she hated wearing and felt so ugly in.

“You look just like a princess.”

His words would stick with her for the rest of her life, lifting her spirits whenever she felt down on herself. Which was quite often, seeing as her father hardly interacted with her, probably not even remembering her name, and Pepper being busy all the time. She started watching after herself when she was 9, Pepper claiming that she was a big girl and didn’t need supervision anymore.

Y/N didn’t really have any friends either, her only one being her dad’s new assistant who showed up when Pepper took on all the big responsibilities.

Natalie, technically Natasha she later discovered, was the only person ever really there for her. She drove her to and from school, she taught her how to fight, and she was there for all the important firsts. First award, first choir concert, first dance, first prom, and eventually graduation.

Nat had been there for her for about 8 years, sticking by her side since she was 10. She was more of a mother to Y/N than Pepper or her father ever were. Y/N met other people who worked with her father, of course, often running into multiple avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D. agents (neither of which ever really talked to her.)

The only person who she ever considered a friend other than Nat was a scrawny teenager named Peter Parker. Peter Parker, or Spiderman she later found out, was her dad’s personal intern. His mentee, and basically his son from the way they interacted. Tony treated Peter more like his child than he had ever treated Y/N. She should’ve been jealous, but she couldn’t find it in her to be.

Y/N got to know Peter pretty well over the course of two years, the two becoming friends almost as soon as she introduced herself when she found him eating pizza on the couch in the living room one day. She eventually began to see him as sort of a brother and added him to her list of the little family she had made in her mind.

It all came crashing down in April of 2018. What started as a normal day ended with large alien spaceships hovering over New York and half the population turning to dust. She had no idea where Tony or Peter were and couldn’t get into contact with Natasha or any of the other avengers.

It was only a few weeks later when her brother had stumbled out of a ship, looking absolutely horrible, confirming her worst fear.

Her father was dead.

Sure, they never really talked. Or even got along. But Y/N still loved him fiercely, and had always hoped deep down that someday he would turn around and start noticing her, caring for her, actually being a father to her.

She didn’t know what to do, all she knew is she couldn’t stay in New York anymore. Everything reminded her of her father, and she couldn’t bear to see Peter or Natasha in such overwhelming states of depression.

She moved to Gotham City a month later.

Thanks for reading this absolute mess of a fic, pls give me comments and feedback i really thrive off of them. if you want to be added to the tag list just drop an ask in my inbox lol. ill update as often as i can, updating schedule will be more consistent when school gets out and i dont have to deal with the shitshow that is junior year anymore lmao.

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