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coraxcolt · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 - Azul Ashengrotto (Oral Fixation)

Word Count 1.9k ☆ AFAB Reader but completely gender neutral! ☆ Includes oral and overstimulation! ☆ Azul is the dominant one here, you recieve the oral. ☆ Obviously this is smut (r18) so be wary.

You’ve been working at the Monstro Lounge for quite a while now, everything was really fun, from chatting with clients, teasing Jade alongside Floyd. But what is most special for you, having the opportunity to spend more time with your partner, Azul. Although you didn't interact as much during working hours, it was sweet how he texted you, telling you to come to his office during your shift, all that just for him to kiss you gently. He treated you as his most valuable prize, taking care of you and being as sweet as he could. Yet one day, he texted you out of the blue.

⇢ “ My dear, could you please bring me a snack? “

If not that unusual, it was true that he never asked you for food or to bring anything with you, but since he’s your partner and boss, you happily oblige. After wondering about what could be appropriate for him, you decided to cut some fruits and put them on a plate before heading towards his office. You opened the door and placed the fruit on his desk while you looked at him with a smile.

- " Azul, I brought you some fruit! I hope they are to your liking... "

He stood up from his chair, walking slowly and silently towards you, he reached for your face and swiftly kissed you, pulling your shirt closer to him as a way to break the space between you. You knew it wasn't the usual and gentle kiss he gave whenever you came to him, this one was rougher, lustful, one that made you barely breathe. He held your head as he pushed you back into the door, breaking the kiss and stroking your cheek all while looking at your flushed face - “Cute..” - He said to himself before getting closer to your ear, feeling his hot breath over your neck as he whispered.

- " I truly appreciate what you brought me… It really makes my heart melt honey~ "

Taking your distracted state as an advantage, he brought his hand to the door and locked it without you noticing. He then brought his hands up to your hips, kissing you once more as he moved them slightly up to intertwine your hands with his, he began raising both of your arms to your head, leaving your hands empty once more to then hold them firmly with one hand, while simultaneously his knee was already finding its way between your thighs. - " But you see… I was looking for something even tastier… " He kissed your neck lovingly, leaving behind small bites and licking them shortly after beginning to unbutton your shirt painfully slow - " Something that can appease... fulfill… and even satisfy or… please me " - He guided you both back to his desk, holding your waist with his other hand, careful not to break eye contact with you, his eyes looked hypnotizing and tempting, you were beginning to lose yourself in his stare as he pushed aside his papers, and the plate you just brought him, once more he went for a last kiss, letting your hands go as he led you to sit on his desk. - " You see.. I’ve been looking for an exclusive meal only I can get~ “ - He pressed wet kisses starting from your neck and going all the way down to your abdomen - " I’ve yearned for your taste so long, you are so, so divine…but alas, I guess I’ll have to get on my knees to worship you as you deserve~ " - He kneeled down as his hands wandered around your legs, then to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze then looking back at you - “ May I continue my love? “ Even though his desperation was evident due to his agitated breathing, he put your comfort before anything - “Do as you please Azul” - His eyes lit up with excitement as he began removing your bottom clothing. - “Look at this… so wet.. so perfect for me” - He decided to tease you a little by removing his gloves using his teeth - “Haha… You like that?.. And we haven’t even begun...♡” - He ran two fingers over that particular damp spot on your undergarments, placing a small kiss on your inner thigh - “I guess it’s enough teasing for you” - He began removing your underwear leaving you completely exposed and at his mercy. He ran his fingers over your folds, his middle finger making sure to touch over your clit just enough to make you shiver, he chuckled at your reaction, and without hesitation, he began teasing your entrance with his middle finger, just enough to grab some of your own fluids to then bring his finger over to his lips, staining them with it before licking over both his lips and finger, holding back a moan just from the taste alone. - “I can’t keep entertaining myself just with samples when i have a whole meal just for me ♡” - Azul once more brought his hand close to your entrance and pressed two of his fingers inside, bringing them apart, opening your insides just right, making you moan - “Enough… If you shall excuse me..” - He pulled his fingers out, spreading your legs open as his face got closer. His tongue gave a long lick going from your entrance over to your clit, using two fingers to leave your clit completely exposed, he began pressing the tip of his tongue on the previously unseen part of your clit. Every flick from the tip of his tongue made the hot and somehow burning sensation spread all over your insides - “Wait…Fuck It’s too much” - He pressed his whole tongue on your clit, slithering it just right before pulling away with a thin string of how own saliva still connected to you. - “But how could I? Your taste… Your smell… It’s driving me crazy ♡” - Once more he came closer and pressed his tongue on your entrance, making sure to loudly slurp your fluids - “Relax and just let me please you” -

Once he pushed his tongue inside, he earned a few moans from you before your hands traveled down to his hair, slightly pulling at it, making him moan at your heat, the vibrations of it making you feel an unknown yet pleasant sensation, in search of that once sensation, you pulled once more, making his tongue curl upwards, hitting one of your weak spots. - “Shit.. Azul.. I’m close…” - As soon as he heard that, his hand began to rub over your clit, bringing even more stimulation into the mix, this being the last stroke you needed to finally release right into his mouth. The force of the orgasm making you shake and moan as you threw your head back and tried to close your legs, Azul on the other hand, prevented this by forcing your legs open.

He removed his tongue from your insides waiting for you to stabilize - “Goodness wow.. that sure was a show…” - For the last time he rubbed his fingers over your folds, careful not to overstimulate you too much - “May I?” - Still trying to recover your breath you tried your best to answer - “Yeah~” - He laughed mockingly - “Excuse me? I didn’t quite hear you” - You looked at him pleading with your eyes - “Azul.. just.. do it” - He smiled, pressing his fingers on your entrance once more - “Do what?” - You whined and took a deep breath before speaking once more - “Finger me…” - He pushed them inside once more, slowly - “Such a cutie aren’t you? ♡” - With a single thrust he reached as deep as he could, angling his hand to make you feel even better, he began slowly and gently, wanting to enjoy how sensitive you were. This softness was not to last longer, before you noticed he began sucking at your clit and playing with his tongue, you tried to push him away but to no avail. It felt strange, the duality between both his slow and loving fingers but his rough and savage mouth, having no mercy at all. Azul’s member was painfully hard, and as much as he was enjoying giving you pleasure, he needed some as well, he pulled down his pants slightly just for his dick to spring free. He began stroking himself following the rhythm he was using to get you off, but no matter how gentle he was, he couldn’t help but moan right on your clit, louder than before. He was so hypnotized by the pleasure, he didn’t notice you came once more, he kept going, making his head foggier and dizzier with each stroke, following the sole purpose of cumming himself. - “Azul~.. stop! This is too much!.. Ah..Fuck~” - He was too focused on his own pleasure he stopped using his mouth but kept on fingering you - "Come on, you can handle it dear....I know you can...Hahah~...Oh~ So.. so good~ ♡" -Both of his hands' movements were becoming almost erratic as if he were in a trance, it was beginning to overstimulate you, yet you couldn't do anything but moan out loud with him - "You are so good...mghh~ I love you so much~ ♡" - He stroked himself so fast it was becoming painful and tiring, but he didn't care about the discomfort, his desire to cum was stronger - "Cum with me dear~ Cum for me...one more time~ Can you do that for me? Yeah?~ ♡" - He was chasing for both of your releases he, for the final time, he approached his tongue onto you as he kept moaning harder - - "I'm gonna fucking cum~ Ah~... Cum with me~ Please~ ♡" - He was chasing for both of your releases, for the final time he approached his tongue to your core, you began to pat his head and ruffle his hair, gaining some sweet moans as a response -"Ah~ Azul... Love you~" - Was the last thing you moaned as you pulled his light purple hair and pushed his face closer to you, wrapping your legs around his head, feeling as your eyes watered slightly and your mind went blank, it was even better than heaven itself.

As your body kept spasming due to the orgasm, he ended up cumming as well, moaning your name over and over, still buried between your legs, he came all over his hand painting it almost completely white with his cum. Your legs finally decided to let go of him, both of you panting as you rested on his desk and he on the floor beneath you, cleaning his hand with some tissues that were around. You were just recovering, your vision slightly blurry and your heart still beating fast, then you felt small kisses on your legs - "Did you enjoy the meal as well?" - He gave one last kiss on your clit before standing up, you observed as some of your fluids were scattered over his face, he cleaned them with his hand before licking them off and getting close to your face - "You taste even sweeter than those fruits you brought me, wanna try it out?" - He kissed you without waiting for a response, his tongue dancing with yours, mixing your fluids with both of your saliva, he pulled away caressing your cheek on the process - "You made such a mess you know... These are really expensive.." - He pointed out the few things around his desk, pens, papers and the desk itself - "Well then... Let's get you to rest" - He helped you walk over to his and helped you dress up again, he made you lay down and soon you were almost losing yourself in your own tiredness, soon you felt a slight discomfort and noticed the lack of underwear - "Azul... wait. Where's my underwear?" - He chuckled and covered your body with his coat - "I'll keep them for later use... now don't worry and just sleep ♡" -

✟ My god, i'm already 4 days behind i hate work... ✟ This one was an idea a friend of mine originally wrote, but they asked me to proofread and expand on it as well as posting it on their behalf. ✟ I think it ended up being very much longer than expected but i hope you enjoyed it! ✟ Also, please do excuse any grammatical error, english is not my first language -Corax out

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst x reader #twst x you #twst smut #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x you #azul smut #azul ashengrotto smut #azul twisted wonderland #azul twst #twisted wonderland #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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bakubunny · 8 months

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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 3)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Izuku | Hitoshi | Denki

even more smutty bnha headcanons no one asked for and hoo boy has this series been a trip.

obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.

tags: aged up characters, fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, finger sucking, rough sex, teasing, groping, aggressive izuku, unintentional hand & finger kink

Izuku

you’re pretty sure it was an accident the first time he discovered it. you were having sex when he reached for your face, but you thought his hand was going for your mouth. next thing you know, you’re sucking his fingers while he’s growling, pulling your hair, pounding you into the bed. it makes him cum so hard that he’s too embarrassed to talk about it for at least a week.

you’re just as embarrassed as him because now he knows the thing you had no intention of ever bringing up. nevermind the fact that he went feral when it happened, you’re still pretty flustered because you’d never so much as spoken about it.

once you do talk about it, he’s blushing and apologizing with a grin for “overreacting.”he’s a only little surprised when you admit that you liked it, like a lot. now he takes advantage of it when you’re alone, often playful and teasing.

looking straight at him while playing with his fingers in your mouth is the fastest way to get fucked, so you better know what you’re getting yourself into when you do it.

will let you play with his hands whenever you want and thinks it’s adorable when you do, but he’s hard as fuck the entire time. he tries to hide it/be polite, knowing it’s not always a sexual thing. he’d want you to feel comfortable expressing that part of yourself; you feeling loved and safe comes first.

loves how much you want his dick in your mouth. he’s a sweetheart and holds back from being aggressive most times. def. gets off to the thought of face fucking you until you’re drooling while you touch yourself, but he’d never bring something like that up unless you ask about it.

Hitoshi

it started as a one-off joke. he saw you blush, and you knew you were fucked. he didn’t say anything at the time, but his smile said enough.

he was far from subtle the first time he brought it up. he had a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes when he said, “i’m curious about something…. do you trust me?” minutes later, his hand is in your mouth and you’re flushed and panting as he’s behind you, groping you over your clothes.

it’s one more thing he can use to turn you into a wet, needy mess, and he uses the hell out of it. finger fucks your mouth while you’re relaxing on the couch, head resting in his lap because why not?

loves how hard he can make you cum just by playing with you while you suck his cock and takes every opportunity to do so.

might offer his hand as a soothing gesture, but you know that if you take it, chances are good you’ll end up fucking because he can’t help but tease you.

Denki

wonders every day what god(s) have descended from the heavens to give him a dream come true. gets a fluttery feeling whenever you bite your knuckle, have a sucker, or maybe absentmindedly play with your lips. he thinks you’re fucking gorgeous every time and it gives him butterflies.

gets turned on just as much as you do with his fingers in your mouth. you’d swear you can see his eyes glaze over just watching you, enjoying the sight and feel of it while simultaneously thinking of your lips around his cock.

loves getting head, almost a little too much. came in little over a minute the first time and was mortified, but now that he’s used to you, he can last a lot longer… most of the time.

just might blow a load in his pants (which he hasn’t done since his teens, thank you,) if you get him horny enough and drool around his fingers while he plays with/fingers your mouth. add to that grinding on his thigh or his cock? he’s done for, man’s not gonna survive.

may or may not discover his own love for things (read: any part of you) in his mouth because of you, which is a win-win in your book; the feeling of his lips and mouth are unmatched. will kiss you anywhere and everywhere purely because he knows how much it turns you on.

banner created by the lovely @cafekitsune.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #smut headcanons #smut hcs #millennialmagicalgirl

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twinterrors29 · 4 months

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the specific Naboo religious sect that Padme belonged to believed very strongly in reincarnation

so the first time Darth Vader is introduced to Princess Leia of Alderaan once her father finally relents and allows her to take over his position in the Senate, when he takes note of her resemblance and looks up her birth date, his first thought is not "Padme's daughter survived"

it's "Padme reincarnated as the Princess of Alderaan"

he finds this conclusion fitting, and of course immediately pledges his loyalty to her

Leia doesn't know what this menace to society's deal is, and honestly doesn't care, and decides to use this to her advantage by telling her father

Bail, of course, is biting his nails thinking that Vader has figured them out, but thankfully no

this is about the time that Sabe and her fellow handmaidens show up, so Vader introduces them to Leia and they all naturally reach the same conclusion

when Ben distantly senses the disturbance in the Force and drags the whole Lars family off to come investigate, Darth "Anakin Is Dead" Vader takes one look at young Luke and doesn't even try to ask about his birth date (or, conveniently, his last name) before assigning him as "Anakin Skywalker Reincarnated"

Ben, hidden in the next room with Bail, is face-palming as hard as possible to try to distract himself from that particular shit show

and now that 'Padme' and 'Anakin' are in the same room, Vader of course tries to ship them, with Sabe's passive support

Bail, sweating: maybe,,, we should not encourage that,,,

Vader: Why.

Bail, full of hypocritical shit: uh,,, he's not suitable, for the future Queen of Alderaan

which only serves to offend Vader, because what, Baby Me isn't good enough for Baby My Wife now?

so Bail throws in a faked relationship with a certain spice freighter captain he hired on the spot to fill the role of his daughter's secret boyfriend

before Vader can get upset about Baby Padme dating someone who isn't Baby Anakin, Sabe eyeballs this dude with no official birth records and asks, what DID happen to Kenobi? or maybe that Captain Rex fellow from the war?

causing Bail to nearly stroke out, as he KNOWS that neither of those men are even dead, and in fact one of them is choking on his spit in the other room as he listens in!

(this fake-dating effort additionally backfires, not that anyone realizes it yet, because both twins start actually dating this scruffy-looking nerf-herder)

of course Vader immediately questions why Sabe suggested that Captain Solo might be Kenobi, and got hit with Sabe's "well, Skywalker was always psychosexually fixate on Kenobi, and all of us knew he was the hot one even if Padme settled for Skywalker"

Vader: ...What. Was that thing you said. About Skywalker.

Sabe: yeah, Skywalker literally couldn't shut up about the guy, even while he was having sex with his wife, luckily she was into that if you know what I mean

Vader: ...

Vader: no, that is the perfectly normal level of interest to have in Kenobi

Sabe, remembering the way Darksiders always seemed to fixate on Kenobi: ...uh-huh, riiiight

Vader decides he's Not Dealing With That, and pours that energy into his fixation on Finding Kenobi in order to kill him about it

Ben, one too-thin wall away, is seriously considering letting that happen so he doesn't have to hear any more of this

but, of course, eventually Sidious notices Vader's interest in the young Senator Organa

and Sheev Palpatine was, interestingly enough, from the same sect as Padme

which means that he quickly puts together what Vader has concluded about Leia as a reincarnation of Padme Amidala

but unlike Sabe (and Vader, who has seriously deluded himself), he is keenly aware that Anakin Skywalker can't have actually reincarnated into that farm boy who's spending all his time with the Senator now

so he's able to (correctly, for once) conclude that Luke must be Anakin and Padme's kid, who somehow survived all these years

and since the child survived...

well, he starts to eye Sabe a little more closely, and wonder how he can fit this into his plans for the galaxy...

#star wars #reincarnation #padme amidala #leia organa #darth vader #anakin skywalker #sabe #handmaidens #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #owen lars #beru whitesun #han solo #darth sidious #chancellor palpatine

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partycatty · 3 months

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dom bi han x dom reader?

no one wants to relinquish control

(English is not my first language)

wait this is so me fr

bi-han > give in

arguments, spars, and insults come to a head when you're alone with the grandmaster

warnings: mostly plot, ur both meanies, BI-HAN BOANURRRRRR 🚨 , short smut at the end

notes: shoutout to my pookie bear @doki-doki-imagines for fueling my insanity and giving me such yummy ideas about this <3

[ masterlist ]

• if there's one thing bi-han hated, it was someone who thought they were better than him. that, and your entire existence.

• not a day goes by where you wouldn't fight to the death for the lin kuei, but you just always felt the need to speak up and take charge where bi-han fails to meet your own expectations.

• who the hell do you think you are, trying to beat bi-han at his own job?! he's the grandmaster, you're a grunt, but you exude the confidence of a member with influence. this irks him beyond belief.

• "someone should put you in your place," he'd growl at you in frustration, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to hold you close. you're not afraid of him, though, and simply stare at him with a condescending unamusement that makes the veins in his forehead pop.

• "i'd like to see you try," you purr in response, holding eye contact to show there is not a single ounce of fear in your body. damn him for training his recruits to be so fearless.

• and try he does, pairing you with him when it comes to training. but the fight is so evenly matched, a tie is drawn almost every time. you're as strong as him, and your biggest advantage is that you fill him with so much rage his movements become sloppy and loses its calculated touch.

• when it is determined to be a tie, bi-han grunts out loudly and throws his ice weapon to the ground, making it shatter and dissipate. he storms off, leaving you feeling even more confident that you're a little parasite in his skin.

• a day rolls around where a mission is to be planned, and you stand alongside the brothers, insisting your opinion was just as valid as a higher up.

• "and so we strike along the south-" bi-han moves a figurine to the south side of the map, ready to further his debrief before you chime in.

• "the west had less guards," you interject, planting your index finger along the parchment. "if we enter through the west wing and make our way down south through the tunnels, we-"

• bi-han tries to talk over you. "if you'd use your eyes, you'd notice that the west wing is also the hardest to approach stealthily."

• "even so, grandmaster, that's not to say that the south side is equally as quiet, i presume? you said so yourself that the south is bordered by a cliff-"

• "will you shut your mouth and listen to me?"

• "will you come up with a better plan, then?" you smirk and lean against the table, enjoying your verbal sparring. bi-han, however, is fuming. kuai liang and tomas stand to the side, exchanging tiny smiles at the display.

• "easy, brother," kuai liang will step in, putting a hand on his shoulder. "perhaps it is best to approach the mission from multiple angles."

• bi-han shakes his brother's hand from his shoulder, scowling. he places an accusatory finger your way.

• "this brat has been nothing but a thorn in our sides," he growls, eyes fixated on you darkly. "why we invite their knowledge to our private meetings baffles me."

• "like i'm not the most useful person here?" you retort, putting your flat palm on your chest. "if you recall, grandmaster, it is i that led our army to battle the last few times, while you were busy groveling in your princess chambers. i step up where you can't. i deserve to have a say."

• bi-han turns around to leave, not before pivoting back and trying to throw a sharp, icy spear into your shoulder, one that you dodge as it lodges into the wall behind you. grumbling insults, he leaves from the conversation. maybe planning can happen another time?

• "that was incredible," smoke compliments. "nobody stands up to the grandmaster like that."

• "for good reason, tomas," kuai liang steps in. "he is our grandmaster. at times, it may just be best to follow his command, reader."

• "like hell," you reply, hands on your hips. "one of you should be grandmaster. would serve the clan good." all they can do is shrug neutrally, but one of them suggests to defuse his anger by following bi-han out. reluctantly, you follow the cold breeze until you lean against the door of his personal office.

• it was suspiciously tidy, and you wanted to make a jab at his lack of usage for his office, but the truth was likely that he preferred things orderly and simple. just like him, you snickered to yourself.

• "out," he commanded, his back to you yet he knew the sound of your loud, annoying footsteps.

• "not happening," you groan, eyeing him up from across the room. "what's your deal with me? honestly?"

• "where would i even begin?" he grumbles, fists clenching hard. "final time. out."

• you opened your mouth wide, replying with a firm, flat "no." you weren't really trying to act like some kind of brat to him, you genuinely did not take his order seriously. if you wanted something, you'd do it. and you wanted to stand your ground. "tell me what your issue is." you take more steps toward him, waiting for an answer in the center of the room.

• something inside of him snaps and he spins to face you, shooting a thick sheet of ice around your ankles and trapping you where you stand.

• "you are the most obnoxious, annoying, pretentious, self-entitled, stupid, incompetent, arrogant, useless—" bi-han DRIVES insults into you, jabbing a finger into your shoulder harder and harder with each descriptor. you're dumbfounded as you watch your grandmaster spew cold air from his lips, growing angrier by the second.

• your eyes flicker downward, and you feel your lips curl up devilishly at a new realization. under his pants, a thick tent was evident through his fuming anger.

• "i know why you're mad," your voice drops an octave, biting in your bottom lip to stop a grin. "you like me."

• bi-han's berating stops abruptly, the accusatory finger still in your face. a reddish blush creeps up his cheeks, reaching the tips of his ears.

• "what?" he asks curtly, tilting his head to see if he heard you right.

• "you heard me," you chuckle, leaning in. "you're mad you like me. because i'm better than you."

• "s...stop talking."

• "stop lying, then."

• "i'm not lying, you—!"

• "so you're just hard for no reason?" as you ask, bi-han's scowling lips drop into a tight line. his hand falls in front of his crotch, trying to casually conceal the bulge, but the damage was already done. your shit-eating grin only heated him further.

• the ice around your ankles melted as bi-han stood there at a horrified loss for words. you confirmed your newfound suspicion with so much ease it's a mystery how this man was considered enigmatic.

• how you got here exactly felt like a sweaty blur. your hips swiveled mercilessly against bi-han's, tugging on the ribbon that was one his sigil-bearing armband around his thick neck. low grunts and pants spill from his lips as he tries to gather as much of the flesh of your ass within his palms, squeezing and massaging the skin like it would disappear should he even consider loosening his grip.

• "yeah, you fuckin' like that, don't you?" you ask, slamming yourself onto his thick cock. your other hand couldn't help itself as it swung out and placed a crisp slap to his bare cheek to knock him back into reality. he returns the aggression with a hard buck upward, making you lurch forward and kiss the tips of your noses together.

• "you disgust me," bi-han groans, now taking control of the thrusts as his hips come up to ruin your momentum. as your lips part to gasp in surprise, he spits a thick wad of saliva into your mouth. "i'll use you for all you're worth."

• it feels like an obscene, sinful heaven as he fucks up into you while you choke him. it feels like a sick competition to see who would give in first, who would fold and beg for more.

• being sick and tired of your weight holding him down, bi-han, in one swift motion, manages to flip you over and get you on all fours. before you could protest, he freezes your knees and hands to the ground.

• "fucking annoying..." he mumbles, running a hand up your spine with the other landing a slap your ass. his soft pants become more frequent, and you feel him begin to spasm inside of you.

• "you're real close, grandmaster," you coo playfully, tight moans coming from your lips with each thrust. "i can feel how much you need me."

• "i don't need you," bi-han shamefully mutters, his moans getting increasingly higher, though still quiet. "i don't... hhh—"

• "admit it, you fuckin' liar," you giggle, bouncing your ass back onto him, relishing in the way his dick manages to hit the sweetest points in your walls.

• your banter falls silent as you both reach your high, caught off guard from the overwhelming pleasure as your bodies are used for each other's personal benefit. bi-han bites down on your shoulder as his hips snap forward, spilling his seed inside of you. his mouth is colder than a normal human's, and you find yourself enjoying the goosebumps it creates.

• after several seconds of deep breaths, bi-han pulls out and you feel terribly empty. his cum drips down your folds, tickling your inner thigh. he really filled you up.

• he pulls his pants back up, but you notice that the ice on your limbs remains as you stay on all fours completely nude. as bi-han smooths his hair and reties his armband, you crane your neck to speak to him.

• "h-hey," you shout out, brows knitted together in worry. "you gonna unfreeze me?"

• "no," he replies bluntly, crossing his arms.

• "wh... the fuck you mean, no?!" you wiggle, trying to break free but the ice is unusually thick. "we were in a meeting!"

• "and it'll go just fine without you," he says, cupping your ass with nails. "consider this a lesson."

• "i'll teach you a lesson when i shove my foot up your—" bi-han coldly silences you, literally. his hand wraps around your mouth and creates an icy barrier, preventing you from speaking your mind.

• "you're much more tolerable when you're not talking," a smirk toys at his face as he seems pleased with his work while you squirm in frustration.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #bi han #bi han x reader #mortal kombat smut #bi han smut #marley writes ☆

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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are you taking requests? if yes maybe a short blurb with reader thirsting after rooster in one of those black compression shirts 😵‍💫

Half the time it's great being friends with the bartender of your favorite bar, and half the time she makes you drag out crates of supply from the back room. Tonight happens to be the latter. Penny takes advantage of your military muscles to get three crates of various bottles out from the supply room, and you're setting down the second when Bradley and Javy walk in.

The rest of your squadron is tucked away in a corner of the bar, discussing god knows what, and you're eager to get back to them. You see Javy and Bradley make their way over to them, and all of a sudden they're visible in entirety, having been partially blocked by other patrons from your view before. They're both in casual wear, and Bradley's got a black t-shirt on, the tightest you've ever seen. It hugs his muscular figure that’s usually obscured by a bulky flight suit or a hoodie in the chilly morning air. You won't claim to be level-headed when it comes to your fellow pilot. You've only restrained yourself for professionality's sake, but you're having a rather difficult time doing that while he's in a skin tight shirt. Damn him and his slutty ways.

You watch his back as he sidles up beside Hangman at the too-small table they've secured, but his head turns slightly as he clocks your missing form.

Then Jake motions to you, and it takes a full five seconds of Bradley turning, locking eyes with you, waving with a lazy grin, then shifting the expression into one of concern, to realize that you're staring at him like he's a three-headed alien.

He stands, presumably to make sure you haven't been shot in the leg or tranquilized by the way you're standing frozen. But at the movement you spook like a deer, dropping the crate onto the bar and dashing for the supply room.

You're lucky you've got the excuse of the third crate in there, but you're not sure anything but the truth will explain the way you'd dashed off. You're praying that Bradley leaves you alone, but he's always been caring beyond belief, and you're disappointed but not surprised when he pushes the door open mere seconds after you slam it shut.

"Y/N?" He asks, like he can't believe it's you that's dashed away from him like he's a carrier of the plague. His eyes are dripping with concern, but the sight of his muscled shoulders in the tight black tee have something else dripping.

"Hey, what's with you?" He shuts the door, like he's giving you privacy to tell him whatever secret you've got brewing; like he isn't the secret.

"Nothing! Nothing, just- I'm just helping Penny."

"Yeah, and when you dropped the giant box of bottles at the sight of me, you almost broke them. Last time I checked, that's not helping. What's the matter?"

"Nothing." You insist, hoisting the last crate into your grip, "Open the door for me, will you?"

Bradley's frown tightens, and his jaw clenches. He reaches for the crate, tugging it out of your hands and into his own grip. It makes the muscles barely hidden beneath his shirt bulge, and you physically react, glancing away from him with burning cheeks and an exasperated huff.

"No. Tell me what's wrong," He's firm, but gentle, worry in his voice and eyes alike, "Did I do something? I mean- obviously the problem's with me. Did I make you mad or something? I'm sorry if I did."

He looks like a guilty puppy, his pretty golden-brown eyes fixated intensely, expectantly on you. It makes you insane, the feeling of his full, undivided attention.

"No. No, Bradley, you didn't do anything. I swear, okay? I'm just having a weird day. And I'm- I dunno, overwhelmed. I just didn't know how busy it was gonna be tonight. It wasn't that bad when I hauled the first crate out."

He believes your overstimulation excuse, but there's still a lingering concern in the air. He waits to speak, seemingly evaluating your excuse in his mind to see if it really checks out.

"Okay," He finally mutters, "Sorry, honey. You want me to take you home? We don't even have to listen to music, you can just nap on the way."

"No, it's okay." You promise, trying desperately to avoid staring as he shifts the crate to hang under one arm. It's heavy, but not too heavy for him, and you can't allow yourself to ogle his muscles or you'll give yourself away.

"Alright," He reaches for you with his now-free hand, and you know he feels how stiff you are when he drags you in for a hug. You're suddenly squished up against his pec, his bicep pressed to your face, and you wonder if he can hear the sharp intake of breath you let out in response.

"You okay?" He keeps you close, staring down at you from only inches away. You're not sure your face has ever been this precariously distanced from his own, but if he can feel your pounding heart against his own chest you wouldn't be surprised.

"I'm fine," You manage to utter, nodding and cursing the way it rubs his muscles against your face. As if you need to imagine other scenarios where you'd be feeling the same sensation.

"'Kay. Stick with me," He instructs you, letting go of the side-hug he'd wrangled you in, though his hand drops to the small of your back and nearly sends you into cardiac arrest. "I'll drop the box at the bar, then you can steal Fanboy's seat at our table. It's by the window, you can crack it and get some fresh air."

"Alright," You nod, feeling like you're being led to your death as you reenter the main bar, escorted by Bradley's large hand on your back, "Thanks, Rooster."

"Mhm. Anytime," He promises, simultaneously tilting the side of his body that the crate is pressed to towards the bar so that he can place it on the surface, and leaning the other side of his body towards you to kiss the crown of your head.

"You ready?" He rubs your back, a steady, strong touch that makes you want to keel over. You nod, weakly staring at him as he begins maneuvering through the crowd, "Don't worry, honey, I've got you."

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The Witch's Apprentice - Part 5

cw: demon summoning, prolonged isolation, size difference, non-human genitalia, oral sex, agoraphobia, magical branding, more tags will be added as the story continues

male demon x afab reader

Word count: 4k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

By your third week of being locked in your room, you felt like you might lose your mind.

Considering you’d been locked in the house for years you’d think the room wouldn’t be so bad. The actual space wasn’t that much smaller but the real problem was that there was nothing to do. Everything you’d been busying yourself with for years was locked outside, your books, your garden, your best friend.

Any pretense of freedom had disappeared. You could no longer go outside, chose what to do with your day, or see another living thing.

Well, most living things.

Eden had soundproofed all of the rooms for her own usage, so no one overheard anything she didn’t want them to. She knew how to break through it and project sound through the walls, something you’d never learned to do. However, you had no qualms about using the soundproofing to your advantage.

Lucien was less and less incredulous with every new time you summoned him. What do you want’s turned into easy greetings and his exasperation with you faded, although he seemed loathe to let you notice.

The summonings had become almost daily events.

You never made it more than an hour or two without at least giving it a shot. Your lack of actual summoning materials or techniques made it so he didn’t strictly have to come, could just decide not to show up, but he almost always did, choosing to stay with you for hours on end.

Every now and then he’d drop out, feeling a tug of being summoned by some other witch before he’d pop back, unsummoned and of his own choosing.

Today you were laying back on your bed while he sat on the floor. Even sitting, he was tall enough that your heads were roughly in line with one another.

You never did much. You would ask him question after question and watch as his answers got more and more evasive, not even to hide anything but seemingly doing it just because he could. He spoke in circles just to watch your head spin and see how long it would take before the questions stopped in favor of throwing pillows at him.

All the pillows lay scattered around him leaving you tragically out of ammo. You supposed you’d just have to hope that he’d had a change of heart in his neverending quest to irritate you.

It never worked. Not really.

Even if it weren’t for the boredom that made you cling to every word, there way something almost charming about his refusal to commit to an answer, to dance around the question and try and make you forget what you’d originally asked, regardless of whether he cared about you knowing the answer or not. It felt almost like a game.

“What does it feel like when you get summoned?” you asked, curious what happened on his end when he got that distant look in his eyes.

“Why, do you think you're getting summoned?” he asked with a laugh. “Is there another witch out there who wants to lock you in an even smaller room?”

“Stop it. She’s just worried.”

“Uh-huh. How long do you think this is going to last?” he asked, staring out at your locked door with blatant disgust.

You were less evasive with your answers. “I don’t know. If it lasts longer I might actually lose it.”

“So let me take you somewhere. Come on, I’ll have you back before you know it.”

Where the teasing and talking in circles was entertaining, this was your biggest point of contention. Lucien had become fixated on getting you out of here, on showing you the world.

You’d be lying if you said part of your apprehension to leave wasn’t fear. It had been so long, even talking to him had been such a big step. You couldn’t imagine just being somewhere new.

But you also couldn’t do that to Eden, betray her trust like that. No matter how many times he reassured you that she would never know, it left a churning feeling in your stomach. She’d been there for you for so many years, kept you safe. You couldn’t just leave her like that, behind her back.

You avoided the topic as often as you could. Other than those little arguments, seeing him had absolutely become the best part of your day.

You supposed that wasn’t hard to do. You spent most of the time he wasn’t there sleeping, What else was there to do?

You told him as much and he couldn’t quite manage to hide the flash of pity that crossed his face, the one that showed up whenever you mentioned your current living situation.

He did his best to push past it. “Have you been having fun dreams?” he asked with a grin.

You tried to brush off the comment despite his suggestive tone and allusion back to what he’d seen before. “They’re fine. Why don’t you show up in them anymore?”

“Just fine? Maybe dream me needs some pointers.”

You leaned off the bed, reaching for the pillow that lay closest to you on the floor. You managed to get a grip on it right as you started to slide off the bed but Lucien pushed you back up before you could fall to the floor.

He was rewarded for his efforts by a pillow flying towards him that collided with one of his horns as you let out a quiet harrumph.

“You’re so rude to me. And why are you asking? I’m here all the time, do you miss me?” he asked, cooing at you with faux sympathy. “Because if you want me there all you have to do is ask.”

“None of that was an answer to my question,” you informed him, well aware it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re much more fun when your inhibitions are gone.”

“Mmhmm, I’m sure. And do you take a lot of humans to your little sin room?”

“Only the cute ones.”

You snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“I could take you back there.”

“You are so shameless. If you want me to get all loose and flirty again just bring some wine by or something.”

“Not like that. I just think it would be good for you to get out, stretch your legs.”

“For the last time, I’m staying right here.”

“Suit yourself,” he said with a huff, as if there was even the smallest chance that he’d finally give up on the idea. “If it were me, I would have killed that bitch by now.”

“Stop it! You will not talk about her like that!” Your defense of Eden was as reflexive as ever. You knew he had every right to be unimaginably angry at her but she was still your best friend, your savior.

His inevitable upcoming protest was cut off by your dinner being slid under the door, Lucien keeping absolutely still as the metal tray scraped against the floor.

He hated being here when she was nearby, even if she wasn’t interacting with you much these days. He claimed it was because he didn’t want to get you in even more trouble and get any more of your freedoms taken away.

You were sure that was part of it. But you saw the way he tensed up when she got close, when any sign appeared of her existence right on the other side of the door.

He was afraid of her. Absolutely terrified.

It made your heart ache, seeing him like that, seeing the fractures in his facade. You couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to him to make him act like this.

Not that he’d ever tell you. You knew better than to push that point, it was one secret he was more than entitled to.

You did your best not to dwell on it too much. If you did you’d have to reflect on the way he always put himself between you and the door, the way he tensed up whenever she called out to you, knowing you couldn’t even respond unless she allowed it through the soundproofing. She never did.

You couldn’t be sure exactly when, maybe when you summoned him on your own the first time, maybe when you’d told him about all the years you’d spent stuck in this cabin surrounded by the vicious woods, maybe when you’d broken that summoning circle and trusted him, but at some point he’d decided that you were just as much Eden’s victim as he was. Some mysterious point where something switched in his mind and it moved from being you and her against him to Eden against the two of you.

You didn’t blame him for it. Eden had done horrible things to him, that much was clear. He needed her to be a villain and you could give him that.

Lucien always waited a long time before speaking after she showed up so you just lay there, attempting to sneak glances at him and getting caught every time.

Eventually his shoulders untensed and he seemed to decide it was safe to speak again, although a simmering anger still burned in his eyes.

“She isn’t teaching you jackshit.”

“Well…” you attempted to protest before he immediately cut you off.

“Not a question. I could teach you, you know. Your little witch isn’t the only one who knows magic.”

You laughed. “And what’s the price? You want my soul or something?”

“Please, if I wanted your soul I’d probably just need to ask, your dumbass would just hand it over to me.”

He probably wasn’t that far off the mark, if your history was any indication.

You shrugged as you replied. “There’s no real point in teaching me anyways, I’m not very good at it.” You weren’t even sure why he was offering, he’d already seen more than enough of you to know you were a lost cause.

“Being good at things isn't the only reason to do them. Come on, have some fun with it.”

Everything in you screamed that it was a bad idea, that you’d fuck it all up. But the way he was looking at you, daring you to say yes, managed to override those instincts just long enough to squeak out, “Fine. But you’re not allowed to get mad when I mess up.”

You weren’t sure what to expect of Lucien as a teacher. Whatever those confused expectations in the back of your head were, he certainly didn’t match them.

He was a patient teacher, letting you feel things out quietly and slowly. His jokes and evasiveness disappeared completely and every question you had was met with a careful answer.

You discovered very quickly that his sort of magic was very, very different from Edens.

Eden was all about rules, about maintaining the security and purity of her spells first. Everything was a strict ritual to be observed.

Lucien’s magic contained a freedom you thought couldn’t be afforded to humans. Instead of a list of materials and steps, what you were faced with most frequently now was instructions to shut your eyes and imagine, to put all the trust you had into the idea that when your eyes opened, whatever you imagined would have happened.

It was something you struggled with. That faith that it would work.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in the magic, you’d seen far too much for that. It was thinking it would work for you that you kept stumbling

Where Eden’s magic was like a recipe, Lucien’s felt more like a trust fall.

And still, you progressed. Without the same confidence Lucien carried himself with, but progress nonetheless.

He brought you little gifts every time you made progress, slivers of the outside world.

You’d been getting frustrated with yourself. The very first thing he’d tried to teach you was just the ability to reach out to someone.

You sat there, day after day, attempting it. The way he’d explained it, everyone had an aura, a little pool of energy that hovered around them. If you focused you could reach out, stretch it thin and find someone else’s.

It had to be close. Not in proximity but in a more abstract sense. He reassured you that the two of you were more than close enough for it to work.

One night, after he had long since left, you were practicing and getting frustrated once more when you felt that aura of yours he’d described time and time again bump into something warm, and a sense of familiarity washed over you.

A moment later you felt something back, a meandering sense of something winding inside of you, pulling at some part of you that made you giggle. Who knew auras could be ticklish?

The next day he came bearing an eclair. It felt like a breath of fresh air. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been able to eat something sweet like that.

You treasured the little paper doily it came on, sometimes just tracing the intricate designs that bordered it.

A few days later was a soft scarf in a bright red that had been given to you when you opened your eyes to find yourself letting off a faint glow in that same red.

The next time you managed to do something, this time it was simply to warm up a surface by a few degrees, he reached out and handed you a gift he had at the ready. It made your heart swell that he already had it, like he had absolute faith you’d be able to do something to deserve it. This time it was a tiny ceramic fox that had its little head lifted defiantly towards the sky

You kept them all buried under your pillow, terrified that any day now would be the day and Eden would come in to free you only to see mysterious trinkets that could only have come from elsewhere.

You kept the fox wrapped up in your scarf, afraid you’d roll over wrong in your sleep and it might break but still unwilling to hide the little treasures too far away from yourself.

More often than not, you woke up clutching them, a habit you couldn’t break no matter how hard you tried.

Sooner than you ever could have imagined, you weren’t even afraid to make mistakes around him anymore. When you’d begun, you’d been convinced any slip-up would ruin everything, that he’d give up on you and leave you behind. Now you floundered and messed up spells and it didn’t matter. He made sure that you were alright, that it was safe to learn and eventually you figured them all out.

“I’m running out of rewards,” he said with a chuckle as you beamed down at your fox, one you’d managed to make wobble without so much as touching it. “That’s how you know you’re getting good. How will I ever motivate you now?”

“Are you kidding,” you basically shouted, pride and excitement welling up inside you. “Did you see what I just did? That was amazing! I don’t need a reward to want to learn how to do incredible things.”

“Maybe. I think you deserve them anyways.”

The comment brought a heat to your cheeks, one that was becoming more and more common in you every time Lucien was here. Another thing you tried not to dwell on too much, lest you get swept up in it.

His head cocked to the side with a familiar look as you gave him an understanding smile. “Off to see another witch?” you asked.

He sneered. “Yes, your favorite witch, in fact. Well, I shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

He leaned down towards you and kissed the top of your head before immediately dissipating, a move that didn’t feel quite fair. At least it didn’t give him the chance to watch you flounder.

As you slept that night you found yourself having a familiar dream. The walls of colorful fabrics were a much more welcome sight than the forest that so often plagued your dreams.

A dream Lucien stood before you, per usual. But something was off this time. It took you a second to place it before you realized that even standing here, passively, you could sense his aura. You knew him too well for the trick he was trying to pull.

But after an onslaught of little tricks and his rude kiss and run earlier, you were feeling a little more mischievous than normal. Perhaps he was rubbing off on you.

Before he could say anything to tease you, you strode up to him, got onto the very tips of your toes, and reached up to pull him into a kiss.

He was too tall for you to be able to pull a maneuver like that without him playing along but he eagerly leaned down to meet you, lips crashing together. His hands fell to your waist, helping you keep your balance as you strained to reach him.

You pulled away after a moment and looked up at him with a smirk, giving his aura a little tug as you said, “You really should announce when it's you.”

He laughed. “You didn't give me the chance.”

His hands tightened around your sides, giving you a gentle squeeze as he kept you close. “We don’t have to stop, you know. I’d be a cruel man to rob you of a wet dream.”

Your boldness grew in your chest. You couldn’t remember if you’d ever been around someone and simply not felt nervous before now but these last few weeks, he’d managed to foster that feeling in you. You were eager to try out this new confidence.

You slipped out of his grasp and fell to your knees in front of him. “You know,” you said, “I haven't been able to thank you for being so kind to me.”

For once he seemed to be at a loss for words. After a moment of floundering, he managed to say, “You don’t need to do that, little one.”

“I want to,” you said, looking up at him with big eyes.

You barely caught the quiet groan that escaped him. “What did I do to deserve you,” he asked, and it too was quiet. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was a question meant for you or if it was for the universe itself.

After his little nod of permission, you were immediately undoing his pants, eager to get your hands on him after so many weeks of pining after him.

Being here, now, it felt silly that you’d denied yourself those feelings for so long. Outside of his little pocket of hell where you’d been able to do as you wished, you’d tried to force down those feelings.

But now, despite the appearance of his familiar room, nothing was here to help you along. The dam just broke, and you couldn’t help but wish you’d given in much sooner.

As you pulled down his pants you found he was already hard, his massive cock bouncing up as you freed it of its confines.

Part of you was glad your first encounter with it was in a dream because it was intimidatingly big. It fit his frame as he towered above you but you were unsure if humans and demons were meant to be together like this. You found you didn’t much care either way. You’d make it work.

You gave an experimental lick to the tip, your tongue moving lightly across it.

His hand came down to grab your jaw as you pulled off of him, squishing your cheeks as he angled your face up toward him.

“You’re too sweet, little one. It’s going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“Wanna be sweet for you,” you said, leaning into his touch.

He released your jaw and tilted his head to the side, giving you the reigns.

You licked up a long stripe up his cock, from the very base. It felt like the most you could manage, your hands encircling him to make up for what you couldn’t do with your mouth.

His breathing was coming faster, his eyes remaining locked on your form. As your hands pumped up and down his shaft, focusing most of your attention on licking at the head of his cock, you couldn’t help but wonder how much of him coming undone so quickly was because of the actual sensation and how much was from him getting to watch you.

He seemed entirely entranced. You felt several times as his hands moved to touch you before pulling quietly away, like he could get head from you and yet was nervous to touch, as if that would make it too vulnerable.

The more grunts and whines you pulled from him, the more determined you became. You pulled back from your persistent licking, taking him in for a moment.

He might be massive, but you focused on the fact that as real as this felt, it was a dream. Surely in a dream you could do whatever you wanted. You were most certainly going to try.

You managed to fit your lips around the head, your mouth stretched wide. You swirled your tongue around the tip as your hands worked his shaft, determined to draw even more noises from him.

You looked up with wide eyes, waiting to make sure you were doing okay. You could feel them watering as you worked him over but you pushed past it as those watery eyes met his, pitch black and full of nothing but lust and adoration.

A massive hand found its way into your hair, not pushing but caressing as you tried to take as much of him as you could.

The hand tightened in your hair and he grunted out, “I’m going to…”

That was the only warning you got before he started to come.

You tried to swallow it all but couldn’t manage it. It just kept coming, it was too much. You popped off the head with a little cough, the rest getting all over your clothes and making you once again glad that this was a dream.

This would have been a nightmare to explain to Eden. You might’ve just had to burn your clothes and hope for the best.

Lucien lets out a gentle chuckle, thumb wiping some of his cum off of your face. “A little over-ambitious but I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

You snorted out a laugh and as he looked down at you fondly, you thought you could happily stay here forever.

And then something other than the contentedness and fondness crossed his face, wrinkling his brow.

His expression soured and before you could so much as ask a question, he simply said, “Wake up” and the world around you fell away.

You woke up frustrated and confused, not understanding why he sent you away. You wanted more and you wanted to stay and more than anything you wanted an explanation. You summoned him almost reflexively, the process second nature to you now.

Before any of your confusion or frustration could come out, he blurted out, “Let me take you somewhere.”

A wounded little sound escaped you as the moment soured and his obsession with whisking you away appeared once more. “Not a chance.”

“But if you could go somewhere…”

“Can we not do this? Please? I can’t.”

“Can’t?”

“Shouldn’t. Whatever word you want me to use.”

“Why, because she says you shouldn’t? I say you should.”

“I say I shouldn’t. Isn’t that enough for you?”

The fight normally petered out right about there, both of you frustrated and exhausted with the uphill battle of trying to get the other to understand.

Not today. Something had changed between the two of you and the desire to linger in it, to bathe in the affection, dissipated as he grabbed your arm and the room around you gave way to the stone walls of an alley.

The narrow, stone corridor was devoid of people but you could hear the buzz of a crowd not far off, probably not more than a few paces away. It was hard to tell exactly as the noise bounced off the walls, echoing in your ears.

Despite your anger, you found yourself edging closer to Lucien. Anything familiar was welcome in this alien place you’d been thrust into.

Your breathing got shallower and you pleaded with him. “Take me back.”

“I will if you want me to. Just not yet. Please not yet. You need to leave, you need to not be there.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes, the trust you’d been basking in being shattered in a moment. “Why are you doing this? I know it’s not for me because I don’t want it.”

“She’s made you afraid. You’ve been tricked and trapped and you need to leave. I need you to leave. You just need a push, that’s it. Just need to be away from her.”

“Listen, just because you don’t like her…”

“No, this is not spite talking, you need to listen to me, you need to figure it out.”

You reeled back. “What?” Surely if he knew something that could change this endless fight, he would have told you. What could there possibly be that you needed to figure out all on your own?

“You just, you need to ask…” his words were cut off with a yell as he doubled over on himself, runes burning into his skin as he spoke. They shone bright red and it almost looked like he was being branded.

The anger faded immediately into concern as you rushed to his side.

“What’s happening, I don’t understand?”

“You can’t say anything,” he insisted, a frantic look in his eyes.

“But you said…”

“I know what I said, you can’t ask anything.”

More than anything, that scared you. The constant pleading for you to break free and push back against Eden and now he was doing everything but that, retracing his steps after unmistakable witch marks were burned into him.

She’d done this. That much was clear.

You couldn’t keep doing this. You needed to know, needed to understand.

“Take me back.”

“I…”

You put everything you had into your voice as you said, “Lucien, take me back.”

The use of his name in his already weakened state with the ruins still charred into his skin was enough, he didn’t have it in him to fight back and you were whisked into the depths of the woods. You returned home.

#terato #demon x reader #demon x human #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster x reader #demon #the witch's apprentice #I love knowing what's going on in Lucien's head when yall don't lol #this is my last chapter of that #answers soon #its going to make his past behavior make a lot more sense ill tell you that much lol

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— AFTERGLOW (azriel x reader)

006: “ this ultraviolet morning light. ”

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the coffee shop had suddenly looked way more inviting than the last time you’d been there. had they left the blinds open? it seemed way brighter than last time. or maybe it was just at the absence of eris.

more importantly, you see your childhood friend sitting quietly at a table in the corner, two takeaway coffees in her hand. feyre smiles when she sees you and motions for you to sit down with her.

“y/n! it’s been so long,” her voice is a relief to you and you’re grateful she doesn’t treat you any differently after seeing the dark circles under your eyes or how your demeanor changed.

you two make small talk about your families, personal lives, and school; it was nice seeing her again. while you weren’t as close with feyre as you were with her sisters, she had always been that one friend you could randomly meet up again and pick up where you left off. eventually, she cuts to it, “i heard about what happened with eris, are you alright?”

the question appalls you for a bit. you stare at spot on the wall behind her for a few moments before snapping out of it. “yeah… i’m alright,” you manage to push your lips into an insincere smile. feyre immediately doesn’t fall for it, taking your hand into hers from across the table.

“y/n, you and nesta are really alike,” she laughs. “all you guys want to do is hide your feelings from everyone. it’s okay to feel bad and it’s okay to be upset about it. you were there for me during that situation with my ex,” your face scrunches when you hear his name. “you even let me stay over until i figured things out. you’re okay with everyone depending on you, at least let some of us return it.”

“i…” your throat feels dry before you begin. “i just feel so embarrassed over what happened with eris. i know he was in the wrong but i feel so… stupid for believing it. i think i was caught up in this fantasy of still having a chance with my childhood crush… and he took advantage of that.”

feyre nods, “don’t blame yourself too much for it y/n. he’s been friends with us for so long now and our families have been through so much with each other. it must’ve felt like it had to work out with him or those years of friendship would’ve been ruined.”

you nod before making some joke about how delusional you were before both of you start laughing. you catch up for a few more minutes before feyre sighs happily, “this has been really fun y/n, i’m glad you’re feeling better. we should really come here more often, actually, another one of my friends started working here too.”

“same here,” you start, “actually, i think there might be someone else—”

you’re distracted by feyre waving at someone behind you. you see that same tall figure from last time coming closer to you. he stands at your table, fixating his gaze on you and quirking an eyebrow.

“azriel?” you look up at him from your seat.

“wait,” feyre blinks. “you two know each other?”

“it’s a long story,” you chuckle. feyre checks the time on her phone and pushes herself up.

“holy shit,” she grabs her bag, “i’m gonna be late for my next lecture. sorry to cut you off, y/n. it was great seeing you,” she hugs you and bids azriel goodbye before walking away hurriedly.

azriel slides into her seat. “so what now, are you stalking me?”

you cross your arms and stare right at him, “definitely not.”

“you should’ve told her i was your boyfriend too,” he laughs. “just like last time.”

you turn your head away, “last time was an emergency.” your expression softens before you continue, “but i am sorry for dragging you into that situation. i panicked in the moment.”

“it’s alright, i completely understand. that’s why i stepped in. something about this eris guy… he doesn’t feel right,” azriel mutters. “why don’t we just actually start seeing each other if we’re going to pretend we are?”

you remember what nesta had told you about needing to move on and the conversation you just had with feyre. what could go wrong? “okay then,” you smile. “i think you have my number anyways.”

— NOTES

you, feyre, and lucien have always had your own friend group within your families but it definitely became a little strained when feyre left tamlin, who was lucien’s friend at the time (not anymore tho 👀)

you were there for feyre when she went through everything with tamlin and wasn’t even in contact with her sisters

azriel saw you there at his work and went 🤨🤨🤨

— TAGLIST

@ithan-holstroms-girl @strangelycami @fell-in-luvs @goldenmagnolias @glam-targaryen @acourtofdreamsandshadows @bloombb @mp-littlebit @gamarancianne @stqrgirlies-blog @peachcontour-blog @azriels-shawdowsinger taglist is open!! lmk if you want to be added

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Moth to a Flame

Life After Dark part two - part one here

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap), drugs, language, drug dealing, alcohol

A/N: This one’s shorter than the last one but it’s going to pick up from here, I’ve got some tricks up my sleeeeeve for you all to enjoy! I honestly really enjoy this series so far and I don’t see an end in sight so I hope that you all enjoy it just as much, if not more. This one also jumps around a little so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense!

Taglist: @bebe07011 @rogerfxckingtaylor

Playlist I made writing this

You weren’t quite too sure of what you expected to happen between you and Eddie after really getting to know each other the other day. There wasn’t much of a change, you continued to ignore each other for the most part besides the occasional eye contact that held the secret you couldn’t forget.

Did he regret it? Was it disappointing? Did you ruin the new friendship that blossomed between you two? So many questions and zero answers. Your stomach turns at the thought of him letting it slip to Steve, maybe that’s why he hadn’t made an attempt to bother talking to you.

You suck in a deep breath as you fight your thoughts, you knew you shouldn’t have gotten too invested into him but you couldn’t help it. He was easy to open up to and it seemed like he cared in the moment but maybe he didn’t care at all. You were stuck in the continuous cycle of wondering what happened but not caring because you were just friends.

“You look distracted, you alright?” Robin points out in the living room, taking a swig of her drink.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m fine, it was just a long day.” You smile, taking a drink out of your cup.

Eddie’s eyes fixate on your face and you look away from him so he couldn’t read you like a book. You wanted to enjoy the time you and Steve had with your friends before your parents arrive home the next day so you push your feelings and thoughts to the back of your mind to deal with later.

Everyone laughed and joked around while drinking their beverages and eating slices of pizza that you had ordered, taking advantage of the night before everything goes to shit again. It was nice to have a distraction and to be able to enjoy yourself without a care in the world.

You excused yourself to your room once you grew more and more tired as the night progressed. You open your door and climb into bed, turning off the lamp that lit your room. You spent all day making sure the entire house was spotless before your parents made it home and you knew that you’d have to spend the entire morning cleaning again. Dread of what’s to come within the next few days fuels your body, your parents were insanely tense any time they’d come home from a work trip. Your eyes flutter shut, peace coming over your body as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear and the sun barely peeking through your curtains. You frantically try to turn it off, unable to find the button so instead you unplugged it from your wall. You stretch and rub your eyes to force yourself awake for the time being. You use the bathroom and brush your teeth, meeting Steve and Nancy in the hallway as the three of you walk downstairs. While they and Robin slide their shoes on, you begin to pick up around the kitchen and the living room. Once they had left to take Nancy back home and for Steve and Robin to go into work, it was only you, Dustin, and Eddie left in the house.

You tried not to make a ton of noise as they slept on the sofa and floor but you knocked over a broom. You cursed yourself under your breath as you hear one of them scurry. You peak into the living room and see Eddie’s head raise up, his eyes barely open enough to see what the sound was. You mouth ‘sorry’ to him and he lays back down. You continue to clean around the house being as quiet as you possibly can for an hour.

“Can you keep it down?” Dustin asks with a huff, you roll your eyes.

“It’s 8:05, you guys have to leave before my parents get home anyway. You can thank me later.” You state, tossing forks in the sink.

“You’re just as bitchy as Steve is in the morning.” Dustin grumbled, lifting himself off of the floor.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Eddie corrects Dustin, hitting him in the arm.

Dustin was never a morning person and neither was Eddie, but Eddie wouldn’t allow him to speak to any woman in the time he just used with you. Dustin gives a quiet ‘Jesus Christ’ and rubs the spot on his arm that was hit.

“Sorry.” Dustin mumbled.

Considering that they were still practically asleep, they weren’t near as talkative as usual. Eddie stands and shakes his head, fixing his hair with his fingers and puts on his shoes. Dustin didn’t bother putting on his shoes, he just carried them in his hands out to Eddie’s van. Eddie gives you a slight smile and walks outside to the van to take Dustin back home.

Not a hi, good morning, thanks for letting us sleep in. Just a smile and that was it. You were getting used to him not quite thanking you but the tension was throwing you off. You shake it off and continue to clean around to make everything spotless once again.

Your parents had arrived shortly after, looking around the house to find something that was out of place or broken to give you and Steve shit about, but everything was in order. You noticed that they hadn’t brought their bags in yet but you kept your hair over your shoulders to hide what was left of the hickey so they wouldn’t find out.

Although you were 18, they still looked at you as if you were a child. You had to keep everything at bay for a few more months until you were able to graduate and head off to college. Once they had seen that everything was the way they left it, you went up to your room. You lay in your bed watching reruns of Alf. Sure it was supposed to be geared more towards the younger audience but you were sucker for cute shows like that.

About two hours into the reruns, your phone rings suddenly. You were unsure as to who could possibly be calling you, you weren’t really sure who even had your number, but nonetheless you answered.

“Hello?” You answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hi, is this Y/N Harrington?” The person on the other line asks.

“Yes..?”

“Hi, this is Bradley with admissions for California Institute of the Arts! I’m reaching out to touch bases with you concerning your application.” The man introduces, you immediately sit up straight.

“Yes, hi!” You smile, your full attention being on the phone, quickly turning off your tv.

“Hello! So we have receive your application for a BFA in Acting, is that correct?”

“Yes sir, that’s correct.”

“Perfect. So far everything looks great with your test scores, your gpa, your grades, everything. Of course it’s hard to tell if you will be accepted just because we don’t have your final grades just yet, but as of now you’re on our waitlist.”

You had applied to tons of different schools around the country, most being far far away from Hawkins and only one or two being in Indiana.

“Okay, so what are my steps for right now?” You question.

“The first steps would be getting you in for a campus tour if you wanted to take a look around before possibly attending in the fall, then we would need a few recommendation letters. Ideally the reference letters would be from your teachers, guidance counselors, anyone you’ve done volunteer work for or extracurriculars.” He explains and you take notes on the sheet of paper that laid on your bedside table.

Those recommendation letters should be relatively easy to get, especially since you would go back to school in a few days from your spring break.

“Bring your parents to the tour as well! I’m sure they would want to take a look around and get familiar with the campus too.” He offers, that would be something that you weren’t going to do.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.” You smile.

“Of course! We will see you soon!” He cheers before telling you goodbye.

You put the phone back to its appropriate location and take a look at everything you had written down on that sheet of paper.

Take a tour, get references, submit final grades. Your parents hadn’t even found out that you began to apply to colleges yet and you didn’t plan on them finding out anytime soon. They had their plans for you after you graduated, they wanted you to be a part of the family business and live your life doing a 9-5. You had your own goals and dreams for yourself and their dream for you didn’t line up with yours at all.

The phone rang shortly again and you immediately picked it up, expecting it to be another school.

“Hello?” You immediately say.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t not call, would you?”

The butterflies in your stomach began to flutter as you immediately recognized the voice on the other end of the line. Excitement and also confusion began to circle around in your mind.

“I’m sorry, I can’t say I’m too sure who this is.” You playfully sigh, sinking your back into your bed.

“I’m surprised considering how many times you said my name over and over the other night.” He snickers, your face flooded red immediately.

“I’m surprised that you remembered I exist considering how you hadn’t talked to me.” You tease back, some playfulness and truthfulness both in the statement.

“Well I know you didn’t want anyone to suspect anything and I didn’t wanna make matters worse for you.” Eddie explains, he was just being considerate.

Your door swings open and you immediately stop talking to Eddie for a moment. You see your dad standing in your doorway, you give him a puzzled glance.

“Who are you talking to?” Your dad asks suddenly, almost like he wanted to say something else.

“Madison.” You state. “Can I help you?”

You hear Eddie mocking your dad’s voice quietly on the other line, you had to contain your smile so your dad wouldn’t think anything different.

“Never mind.” He says in a short temperamental tone.

He walks down stairs and doesn’t bother closing your door. You irritably close your door, hopping back onto your bed and bringing the phone back to your ear.

“Sorry about that.” You huff and roll your eyes.

“So now I’m Madison?” Eddie questions, making you chuckle to lighten the mood. “Well I was going to invite you over later but it seems like mommy and daddy wouldn’t want you out of the house.”

“Yeah.” You frown, running your hands through your hair.

You talk for a while, catching up on not being able to talk for the past few days while your friends were constantly over. You spent the rest of your day minding your business and keeping yourself occupied in your bedroom.

6:03 am

Your alarm clock wakes you up by screaming in your ears, you let out a groan and fumbled around with the clock to turn it off. You stretch and push your blankets to the side and crawl out of bed to get ready for the day.

You throw on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans, teasing and brushing out your long hair before putting on a bit of makeup. Once you were done getting ready, Steve knocks on your bedroom door to let you know that you needed to get going. The lack of sleep you got during your spring break caught up to you, it felt like a chore to keep your eyes open during the drive to school.

“Hope you all studied over your break.” Your chemistry teacher announces once you walk into the doors, numerous sighs or groans were heard from the students.

The test was relatively easy since you remembered the majority of the material, you weren’t a big fan of chemistry but the math parts were the easiest for you. You turn in your test along with other students and you decided to read to occupy yourself while others finished the test.

After class had finished, you talked to your teacher about a possible recommendation letter and he obliged. He told you to come back after your last class to collect it.

The rest of the school day was a blur, most of your classes were filled with games to pass the time since you had just came back from spring break. An announcement was made over the intercom for the seniors to head to the gym to sign up for graduation. You joined the long line of students and wait to sign your name.

“Well hey they stranger.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and see Eddie.

“Finally signing your name?” You smile and he nodded.

“For the first and last time.” He chuckled.

The line moved pretty fast, soon enough you were to the front. Your finger scrolls down the page and you spot your lash name followed by your first name. The requirement for graduation box had been checked and you signed your name beside it immediately. They handed you a form for your cap and gown size information to be filled out and handed in. You walk over to the next table to fill out the form and you hand it to the lady. Eddie’s excitement wasn’t held back when he finally met all of the requirements himself to graduate.

You opted into walking home after you had gotten your letter. It was easier to walk when the sun was out and it wasn’t raining. You reach your house and walk into the front door, your parents were both home and were bickering like usual. You walk upstairs, avoiding the tension for as long as you could. You place your backpack beside your desk and pull out your notebook and textbooks, studying for the upcoming finals that you had on your plate. A few hours had passed and you hear your mom calling you for dinner, you weren’t too fond of it already just by the smell.

Steve walks through the front door still in his uniform, you both lock eyes and mutually agree that you’d be walking on eggshells for the next few days. You both take a seat beside one another at the dinning room table while waiting for your parents in silence. Eventually your dad joins you and your mom brings out a cheddar broccoli casserole, the dish that you and Steve had grown to hate because she’d make it so often.

Reluctantly you scoop some of it out into your plate as does everyone else. There was more tension in the air than normal and everyone was quiet, the only thing that you could hear was the sound of your fork clinking against the glass plate. Your mom clears her throat and looks at your dad, Steve was the only one to speak up.

“What?” He asks, placing his fork down onto the table.

“While your father and I were away this week for that meeting, he got some news.” Your mom mentions, looking over at him. “Go ahead, tell them.”

“I was offered the CEO position that they had available in Chicago.” He explains. “Which would mean that we would be moving.”

Your heart drops at the sudden news. Of course you’d move right before graduation and you’d have to leave all of your friends, even Eddie. Jesus, not Eddie.

“I’m sorry, we?” You ask, Steve nodded as he agreed with your question.

“Your mother and I. We’ve decided that since the two of you are adults, we’re leaving you all with the house.” Your dad mentions which took you and Steve both by surprise.

There was no way in hell they’d actually do that, right? After making your lives a miserable disaster, they would leave you all the house? There’s got to be some sort of catch.

“One condition though, all of the bills are your responsibility. Water, electric, everything. The only thing we will take care of is the mortgage but you still have to pay us something towards that.”

There it is.

“When is this all of this taken into effect?” Steve perks up, a hint of glimmer in his eye.

“I start on Wednesday, we already have the house in order but obviously we would want to get familiar with the area before then.” He continues. “Our bags are already there, some furniture, groceries. We would be leaving tonight.”

Your mom was quiet as she stared at you, silently begging for you to say something, anything.

“Tonight.” You verify and they shake their heads. “Okay.”

Dinner had been finished and all of the dishes had been put away into the sink. It was beginning to get later into the evening and they still had a 3 and a half hour drive to do before it got too dark. They had decided to leave the current furniture at the house for the two of you so you wouldn’t have an empty home. They emptied all of their drawers and closets, tossing things in luggage bags and stuffed the car as full as they could.

“Make sure the house doesn’t get burned down.” Your mom smiles a genuine smile. Maybe the move would be good for everyone involved.

“Steve? Come here for a moment, I need to give you something.” Your dad pulls Steve to the side.

You couldn’t remember the last time your dad called Steve by his name without irritation behind it. They seemed a little too excited to move but you wouldn’t question it. Your mom pulls you to the side as well, embracing you in a hug.

“Take this.” She whispers, handing an envelope to you in secrecy. “Your dad doesn’t know I’m giving you this. You’ll need it.”

You thank her and skip the envelope into your back pocket. Your mom and Steve say their goodbyes while you and your dad said your own. They soon get into the car and wave to you both before driving away.

You and Steve stood in the front yard alone and confused.

“What the hell was that?” Your brother blurts out as you both question reality. “Did that really just happen?”

You pull out the envelope from your pocket once you see Steve holding his. You shared a looked before opening it cautiously, nervous that there would be a letter saying that it was a test or a joke. Your eyebrows furrow at the item in the envelope, Steve’s does as well. You pull out the item and see that it was a ton of money, more than you’d ever had for yourself. $12,500 sat comfortably in your palm while another $12,500 was held in Steve’s hand.

You both nearly guaranteed that they were actually running because of them doing some sketchy shit but there was one thing that stayed on your mind. Freedom.

You look at each other and laugh at your shared emotions, you shake your head while walking up the front steps. Steve holds his middle fingers up in the air while walking backwards. You walk into your house and Steve follows. It was your house. Nobody constantly breathing down your necks, no parents to tend to, just the two of you in your own home. Steve ran around with excitement like a child being left at home alone for the first time, you immediately knew you had to move bedrooms.

“What are you going to do with your money?” He ask you, pulling on a jacket.

“I’m getting a car, are you kidding?” You beam. “Where are you going?”

“To catch Nancy and let her know!” He shouts obviously with that excitement tone. “You okay with walking to the dealership?”

You nodded and he bolted out of the door and to his car. You watched him back out of the driveway and once he was gone, you rush to claim your territory in the master bedroom that was now once your parents’ room. You knew he would be gone for quite some time and you refused to sleep on the same mattress that they did because you weren’t sure of what went down in there. The thought made you immediately cringe.

“You busy?” You speak quickly into the phone.

“Not at this moment, why?” Eddie answered.

“I need your help, come over asap!” That was all you said and you hung up the phone.

You glanced around your now old room to determine what needed to be moved first. You didn’t realize how much stuff you had until you actually began packing things downstairs.

Shortly after the first few loads of things being moved from your room, Eddie walks inside of your home and calls out your name.

“Up here!” You shout in response, he rushes upstairs and sees your completely destroyed room.

“What happened? You alright?” He asks, worry written on his face.

“Yeah, just need your help moving some of this stuff downstairs.” You exhale, lifting a heavy box in your arms. He was incredibly confused.

“You Harrington’s really know how to worry someone.” He gripes. “Why downstairs?”

“Well mom and dad moved and gave us the house.”

“Bullshit, you’re lying!” Eddie exclaimed, you smile and shake your head.

“Nope.” You replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end of your word. “So I’m taking their room.”

He didn’t think twice, he immediately picked up some of your belongings and followed you into the bedroom downstairs. His mouth dropped at how big the master bedroom was and he was shocked to see that there was a bathroom attached inside. He assisted with helping you for an hour and a half, ensuring that all of your belongings were in the room and your bathroom.

“So no more sneaking around?” He snickered, walking close to you.

“Well Steve still lives here so.” You chuckle. “You feel like helping me with a few other things?”

“Like what?”

“A new mattress and a car.” You grin.

“What’d they do, leave you a fortune?” He quizzed in a joking manner but his face drops when he sees the envelope. “Damn, they actually did. Alright, let’s go get what you need.”

You lock the front door behind you and Eddie as you walk out into the van. He takes off into town to your first spot of the day, the mattress store.

It was only 6:30 so you had plenty of time to get what you needed before Steve would get back home. It still didn’t feel real, neither you sleeping with Eddie or your parents giving you and Steve the house so suddenly with no questions really asked, you were happy though.

You tested out every mattress to see which one was the best option for you, Eddie even helped test out different ones as well. You made your decision and bought one, you and Eddie had to shove it in the van the easiest way you could. Once that had been taken care of, you were off to your second destination, the car lot.

You knew absolutely nothing about cars. As long as it had 4 wheels and could move, you were sold. You didn’t know what you were looking for, didn’t know specifics that you did and didn’t need, but luckily Eddie could help you out.

“Oooh that one’s nice!” Eddie coos as he looks around at the different vehicle options. “Two or four door?”

“Preferably four but I’m not too picky.” You shrug. “Ooooh look at that one!”

The two of you walk over to the red car that spotted your eye, you see a twinge in his eye. He locks eyes with you and makes a face.

“What was that for?” You ask him.

“That’s practically the same car as Hargrove.” He points out.

“Oh, I’m gonna pass.” You declined, moving on to the other vehicles.

There were many cars that you thought were pretty but one caught your eye. You walked closer to it as Eddie followed, he gives you a smile. You settled on a 1980 Mercedes-Benz 380SL and Eddie knew immediately.

“This one it?” He asks and you nod.

“This one’s it.”

After test driving it around for a while you decided that it was yours. You filled out all of the paperwork, had insurance put onto it, and you were finally able to take it home. You got behind the wheel and started it, beaming from ear to ear while you turn the radio on and begin to drive down the road. Eddie drives behind you through town and all the way to your home. What started as a shitty and stressful day turned out to be one of the best days you’ve ever had.

“You sure you’ve got it?” Eddie asks as you push the old mattress out of the house.

“Yep, you just work on getting that one.” You order and he obliged.

Once the old mattress was thrown out and the other one laid on your bed, you began to organize around your room. You and Eddie work on putting your belonging in their designated places for a few hours while music plays in the background. He kept making trips back and forth from the bathroom for you, putting different makeup items in different drawers followed by your body washes and shampoos and conditioners.

He thought he had a lot of stuff but he quickly learned that you had more. You place dirty clothes in your hamper so you could wash them and you pick up Eddie’s shirt that you had worn a few days prior. He hadn’t noticed it but you decided to wash it so he’d have a scent of you once he got it back.

You hear Steve’s car in the driveway and announce it to Eddie, who was still in your room, he quickly comes into the living room and sits on the couch. You sit on the living room floor in front of the couch while folding some of the clean clothes you just pulled out from the dryer.

Steve and Nancy walk through the door together with smiles on their face and Steve stops at the front door, seeing you and Eddie alone once again.

“How is it that recently I come home and you two are alone?” Steve asks with suspicion in his voice.

“He was just waiting for you.” You shrug, continuing to fold your clothes. “Did you check out the car?”

“Uh..yeah.” Steve nods, not an ounce of suspicion leaving his tone.

“Seems like you’ve got plans tonight Steve.” Eddie smiles, getting off of the couch. “I’ll head out.”

They say goodbye and Eddie leaves the house, leaving you with Steve and Nancy. Steve had a feeling that there was something going on between you and Eddie but Nancy stood up for you. Little did she know.

“Nu-uh, nope!” Steve shouts from the other end of the house, walking into the living room with his hands over his chest.

“What?”

“You aren’t getting the master room. Did already change the mattress?” He argues.

“Yes and yes.” You nod, picking up the basket of clothes. “My stuff’s already in there and it’s not moving.”

You move past him and down the hall into the master bedroom, placing the basket on the floor.

“I’m older.”

“I’ve had the smallest room for my entire life, I’m keeping it.” You state bluntly.

You both had a stare-off and you weren’t backing down. You knew how to crack him and he knew it too by the way he sighed.

“Fine, but you’re paying more on the rent.” He approaches and you smile. “That means getting a job like the rest of us.”

“I knew I’d make you crack.” You laugh and he rolls his eyes, exiting out of your room.

His statement sinks in. You didn’t mind getting a job but you knew it would be hard to work in order to get enough for rent and maintain your good grades. Just like anything else though, you would figure it out on your own.

After putting away your clean clothes, you sink into your new bed and curl into your blankets as you drift off to sleep.

You wonder the school halls the next day during your study period and you spot the billboard that holds different job openings in the city. There weren’t many options, especially ones that interest you, but you wrote down the different companies and their contact information regardless.

“You’re getting a job?” Eddie asks from behind you.

“Why are you always sneaking up on me?” You chuckle. “But to answer your question, yes. Steve and I kind of made a deal that I keep the room if I pay more in rent.”

“Well to answer your question, you’re just easy to sneak up on.” He laughed and you punch him lightly in the chest. “I see that you’re wanting to work for the man, troublesome companies that prey on their employees.”

“Don’t see any other option.” You shrug as you look up at him.

“I may have an option.” He suggests, piquing your interest. “But it’ll have to wait until later. Can’t say right here.”

The two of you make a plan to meet up at your house after school, partially to spend time together but also to hear what this elaborate idea of his would be. He’s a man of many wonders do it would be hard to tell 100 percent of what his idea is.

The final bell of the day rang and you walk out to your car, Dustin stands there waiting on you like a personal chauffeur.

“May I help you?” You ask, approaching your vehicle with your keys in your hand.

“Eddie cancelled Hellfire tonight for some reason and I’m without a ride.” He smiles annoyingly. “May I?”

“Can’t you get a ride from him yourself?” You ask, he shakes his head.

“He’s already left.”

It was incredibly unheard of that Eddie would cancel Hellfire. He didn’t even cancel when he broke his arm last year, if anything it made his character more vile and intense. Surely to God he didn’t cancel it just for you.

You motion for Dustin to get in the passengers seat, while he makes himself comfortable you toss your backpack in the back and climb into the driver’s seat. He gives you the look of please don’t kill us which made you laugh as you start the car and begin driving down the street.

“So how come he cancelled?” You question as you keep your eyes on the road.

“He just said he had to talk to someone about something. Incredibly vague, but I think it’s a girl if you ask me.” Dustin mentioned.

“Why do you say that?”

He shrugs, that was his only answer.

You soon drop him off at his house and make your way to your own home, Eddie was already parked in your driveway and waiting on you. You give him a slight glare and he smiles.

“You cancelled Hellfire?” Was the first thing out of your mouth. “Are you sick or something?”

“Well no, but you wanted to hear my idea, correct?” Eddie verified as you unlock the door.

“Mhm.”

“Then don’t question it.”

You didn’t question it, you just decided to head into your room and sit on your bed, inviting Eddie to do the same. He joins you and fills your space, a comforting silence hangs in the air.

“So tell me all about this brilliant idea you have.” You urge.

“Well that’s the thing, I don’t quite know if you’ll be up for it.” He spoke truthfully, you give him a look to continue. “I have this friend who’s been looking for more people to help get his product out.”

“Product?”

“Yeah. Y’know, weed, ecstasy, special k, all of that.”

Shit, you were in too deep.

“Like a mule?”

“Sure, if that makes more sense to you.” He mumbles. “Like I said, I don’t know if you’ll be up for it. If not, I completely understand, but it’s always an option.”

You were stuck between giving up your room including everything you just moved into it and becoming a dealer your own. It was an extremely tough choice but you couldn’t forget what Eddie told you the other day, live a little.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way.” He sympathizes. “There are risks involved. If you choose not to, that’s fine. If you choose to accept those risks, I’ll be there every step of the way.”

You weighed out every option and their possibilities.

“You’re a bad influence.” You snicker, a smile lightly lighting up his face. “Flexibility?”

“Extremely flexible. You can still focus on your studying and your volunteering.” Eddie grinned.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You abruptly respond, taking him aback.

By the way he reacted you could tell that he had expected you to take the easiest and safest option. It’s only been a day since your parents had moved out and you had already agreed without hesitation to be a drug dealer just so you could keep your room. He was a bad influence alright but you couldn’t stay away from him even if you tried.

He offered to introduce you to who you’d be working for so you wouldn’t go into it completely blind. He warned you that it would be quite a while do you knew that you had to make up a story to Steve if he wondered where you were. You knew that you’d be home a lot later so you wrote a note.

Going out for a bit with Elaine, might be back later - Y/N

You hang the note on the fridge and grab your keys and your jacket. Here goes nothing.

You meet Eddie at his trailer, trying to avoid any suspicion of absolutely anything. At first it was you just hiding true fact that you and Eddie were spending a lot of time together and now you’re hiding the fact that you’re joining Eddie in an extracurricular that you’d never even attempted to be apart of. Max hadn’t seen your new car yet so hopefully she was just assume that someone was visiting them from out of town.

You bolted into Eddie’s van and he peels out of the gravel driveway. You were confident at first but now since you’re actually on your way to meeting whoever the hell it was, your nerves were beginning to eat at you. Eddie had noticed because you had gotten pale and shaking your leg at a thousand miles a minute.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He reassures, glancing over at you from the road.

“No, I want to.” You breathe. “Just new, makes me a little nervous.”

“I was the same way when I first started.” He smiles. “Didn’t know what to expect, didn’t want to get hurt or caught. But now it’s second nature and it’s easy.”

His words made you ease up from the tension you felt. It was new but riding a bike was once new before. You may have had to start out with training wheels like now but you could ride without them eventually.

Eddie pulls into a house in the middle of nowhere. It looks dull and dark, you hesitate to even get out of the van but you pushed yourself. You and Eddie walk into the door, you felt so small as you walk inside. Just like the outside, the inside was just as dull and dark. The smell was something you’ve never experienced, the only scent you could really point out was weed.

“Rick this is Y/N, Y/N this is Rick.” Eddie introduces once he spots the man in the kitchen.

Rick turns around and looks you up and down before looking at Eddie, giving him a look of are you a fucking idiot? You were quickly second guessing your decision as you wanted to crawl out of your own skin.

“She’s fine, man. Relax.” Eddie assures.

“Girlfriend?” Rick’s rough voice echos through the kitchen.

“Close enough.” Eddie snickers, looking down at you.

“Ah so a fuck buddy.” Rick laughs. “Well it’s nice to meet you miss Y/N.”

“You too.” You smile, relaxing your body as you stand in front of the stranger.

“Did he give you the run down?”

“Not necessarily.”

“Eddie-” Rick huffs.

“I was getting there! I just didn’t wanna scare her off.” Eddie interrupts.

You swallow dryly. Rick walks down the hallway and motions for you two to follow right behind him. You walk behind Eddie into the bedroom. Rick turns on the light and reveals what he calls ‘the crafting room’, it was just a normal bedroom with drugs hidden in every single crevice imaginable in different objects.

“So this book right here are the orders.” Rick explains, showing you a book hidden on the bookshelf. “It has their alias’s, what they need, how much they have paid or owe.”

Eddie places his hand on his chin and one arm was over his chest as he watches you learn how Rick runs his business. He smiled proudly as you begin to catch on.

“Weed is just hidden in these pillows. Just unzip it and pull out the amount you need. Ecstasy under the mattress. Special K in the tins scattered around the house.” He points out, you nod as you understood. “You and Eddie here are responsible for running the orders and bringing the money back for your cut. He’ll show you how to do it so you’re as good as he is.”

You look over at Eddie and give him a polite smile.

“Think she’s ready?” Rick asks, snapping Eddie’s to him.

“I believe so.” He agrees, Rick smile as you.

“Well, get to writing down Eddie. You’ve got a long night ahead of you two.”

Eddie writes down the orders and amount in a discrete way, Rick hands the two of you the product in baggies. Eddie stuffs the bags in numerous pockets in his jacket, they both suggested that you put your baggies in your bra for the time being to conceal them to the best of your capabilities.

Shortly after, you and Eddie sit in his van to begin the deliveries. He double checked who got what as you shift uncomfortably in your seat from the bags poking your chest.

“I’ve got a few do’s and don’ts if you’re going to do this and one major rule.” He mentions, turning on the ignition and beginning to back out of the tiny driveway.

“I’m all ears.” You nod.

“Don’t ask people if they want to buy. If they’re in the book, they’re already customers. If things get out of hand, walk away. Usually things only get out of hand if they’re adamant that you stole their money. If any cops are around, just act casual. They usually won’t bother you unless you’re acting extremely suspicious.”

You take a mental note of everything he says.

“You’ll need your own alias, something that doesn’t give your actual name away.”

“Do you have one?” You investigate and he nodded.

“Blaine.”

“Blaine?”

“Yeah, Rick gave it to me ages ago. You seem like an Ember to me.” He chuckles and you smile.

“Blaine and Ember.” You announce. “I like it.”

He goes over a few more do’s and don’ts, you acknowledge each one.

“Your rule?”

“Don’t be alone with Rick.” He breathes, keeping his eyes on the road. “He’s a decent guy but he can get you into some shady situations if you aren’t careful.”

You look over at him without saying anything, he takes his eyes off of the road for just a moment to look at you.

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

You pull up to the first house of the night, it was a younger couple. Eddie invites you with him to their door and after your obvious hesitation you join him. His knuckles knock on the door and you both wait in anticipation, the man slightly older than Eddie answers.

“C’mon in.” He moves out of your way and you both step inside. “I see you brought your friend. Rick told me beforehand that I’d be expecting two of you.”

“This is Ember.” Eddie smiles, motioning towards you while his hands are in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you Ember, I’m Josh and this is Ashley.” Josh introduces himself and Ashley to you, she gives you a warm smile and a wave as she stands in the kitchen. “So, you got it?”

Eddie pulls the baggies from his pocket and puts into Josh’s hand. Josh doesn’t bother making sure it’s the right amount, he hands Eddie the cash and tosses the bag on his counter.

“You all hungry? I just finished dinner.” Ashley questions, Josh looks at you and Eddie.

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You decline politely, glancing at Eddie to see if you’d made the right choice.

“Eddie?”

You noticed the lack of his alias immediately but the use of yours. Eddie declined as well and said he’d already eaten. Truth be told, you were hungry but you didn’t trust them enough to eat their cooking. Eddie says goodbye to them and you do as well before getting back to the van.

“No alias?” Was the first thing out of your mouth.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time, even before I began working with Rick.” He explains, which made absolute sense. “I’m not going to throw you to the wolves with people you don’t know. So to them, you’re Ember.”

You made numerous stops, some at homes that you recognized and some in the middle of nowhere. Rick was right when he said that the two of you would have a long night, it was past midnight by the time you had made it back to base as Eddie calls Rick’s house.

“How’d she do?” Rick asks as soon as the two of you walk inside.

“Surprisingly well, she catches on fast.” Eddie smiles.

His words made it seem that he had sone doubt in you. Did it sting? A little. Was it understandable? Absolutely.

You and Eddie hand over the cash that you had collected together to Rick so he could count it out. It was well over $5,000, you and Eddie got $1,500 and Rick kept the remainder. Rick dismisses you both.

The clock in Eddie’s van read 2:54 am, your eyes had grown heavier with your exhaustion built up from the past few days. You reach the trailer park and get into your car so you could drive home, Eddie opted into following you so he could make sure you got home safe.

You finally reach your house, each step from the car to the front door made it feel like you were crawling. Eddie pulls into the driveway where Steve would normally be parked, you hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t home until Eddie’s van came to a stop.

You didn’t question him coming inside, it was usual at this point. You flick the light switch on to the kitchen, revealing something written on the note that you had made for Steve.

Won’t be home, got a motel room for me and Nance for our anniversary - Steve

They got a room on a Tuesday night? You couldn’t say much, you’ve visited tons of houses for a drug drop off and just now got home a little after 3:00.

“I’m taking a bath, need to wash away my sins.” You mumble tiredly with a snicker as Eddie roams through the fridge in search of food.

You walk into your bedroom and into the attached bathroom. You turn the faucet handles to your desired water temperature and add some lavender scented bubble bath soap. While the water fills the tub you strip out of your clothes and put your hair up so you wouldn’t get it wet. You sink into the tub when it was filled, sighing quietly to yourself as the warm water hugs your exhausted body.

You hear Eddie humming as he walks through your room, the creak of Eddie’s body laying gently on your bed was also audible. You lay in the tub comfortably until the water turns cold and your fingers are wrinkly. You pull yourself out and drain the tub, drying your body off with the clean town. You slide into a clean pair of underwear and throw on a shirt, taking your hair down before walking into your bedroom.

“Better?” Eddie smiles, turning his head towards you.

“Much.” You yawn, climbing into bed. “You staying?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Please.” You smile, laying your head on your pillow.

He slides under the blanket, his head sitting comfortably on the pillow beside yours. You both lay with each other, your tired eyes taking in his features as he holds you close to him, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

Two hours later your alarm clock rings, jolting him awake. You immediately turn it off and cuddle into Eddie, he pauses for a moment before wrapping his arm around you.

“It’s so early.” You groan tiredly. “I’m not going to school, fuck that.”

“First drug deal last night and you’re already skipping school.” He mumbles with his eyes still closed. “Maybe I’m a bad influence on you.”

“‘m not complaining. Let’s get some more sleep.”

“Sounds great.”

A few hours later you wake up to the sound of Steve’s car pulling into the driveway, a sound that makes you shoot up out of your sleep and out of bed.

“Eddie, wake up!” You urge, shaking Eddie awake.

“What? What is it?” He asks with a concerned tone.

“Steve’s home!”

“Ah, shit!” He curses, immediately jumping out of bed.

You immediately jump into a pair of sweatpants as you push Eddie into your bathroom. You run into the kitchen and pull open the fridge but a knock at the door stops you. Steve never knocks, especially at his own house.

You walk to the front door and twist the knob, the mailman hands you a box. You sigh to yourself once you were back inside.

“False alarm, my bad!” You shout from the kitchen after you put the box on the table. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

You make a few pieces of toast and some eggs, you plate the food and hand Eddie his while you sit down at the table. You eat in silence as you both were exhausted and were rudely woken up.

“Any plans for today?” You ask him, tossing the empty plates into the sink.

“Going over to Rick’s later to see if he needs any help.” He yawns. “Wanna come with?”

You nod as an agreement, he walks behind you and slaps your ass before walking back into your room. You cleaned what dishes were in the sink and made your way into your room to get ready for the day. Eddie reclines on your bed while you pull out a shirt and jeans to change into, watching your movements intently. You feel his eyes watching as your shirt hits the floor, exposing your tits to him.

“That’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.” He smirks as his eye fixate on your breasts.

“Is that so?” You grin, he nods.

You take off your sweatpants in a teasing manner and his reaction was priceless. Thanks to the sunlight beating through your window, he was finally able to see your body completely.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Eddie compliments, patting his lap as an invite for you. “Get over here.”

You follow his words and climb into his lap, his hands immediately find their way to your ass as he firmly placed his lips on yours. You kiss back the moment his lips land on yours, it was even more rough and needier than the other day.

His lips move from yours and trail down your neck, kissing the tender area and marking you. You grind down onto his lap, feeling his hardened cock from his sweatpants. Your sudden movement had make his grip on your ass tighten and it had you soaked.

“Can’t tease.” You whimper.

“You want my cock that bad?” He chuckled darkly and you immediately nod. “I think I’ll just sit back and let you ride then.”

Your absolute favorite position was being on top. You didn’t question it, you pulled him out of his boxers and he groans just at the touch of your hand gripping around him. You slide your panties to the side and sink down onto him, sucking in a breath as he stretches you out.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna last.” He groans as you raise yourself up and take him in completely again.

Your cunt grips around him like a vice from this position, the movement of your hips had him hitting your g-spot immediately. Though you start off slow and easy, you began to pick up your pace with the help of Eddie’s hands on your hips.

“Oh my god.” You whine out, bouncing continuously on his cock.

You feel his cock deeply going in and out of you, you were already so cock drunk it was laughable, that’s exactly what Eddie did too. Once he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, he began to mock you.

“My cock feel good, princess?” He teases. “Gonna cum already?”

“Mm- mhm!”

“Absolutely not.” He ordered as you continue to bounce. “Not until I say so.”

He only made matters worse by teasing you. You know you shouldn’t like it when he teases you but it was something about how the way he did it. He takes your speed into his own hands, he raises your hips and slams you down onto him, you scream out his name.

Your climax was already approaching quickly and he knew it, he wanted to push you as much as he could. You were a babbling mess in his lap, he was too much to handle.

“Shit, Eddie!” You scream.

“Talk to me baby, tell me what you need.” He coos, continuing to slam you onto him.

“Eddie I’m- oh!” You squeal, your juices flowing out of you and down his cock.

You didn’t know you had that talent and neither did Eddie but god did he love it. Watching squirt over him because of his cock being buried into you quickly tipped him over the edge. There was no time for him to pull out, he suddenly came to a halt and released himself into you with a curse under his breath. It all happened so fast, neither of you had expected it to end so quickly.

You hear the garage door open and a car pull inside will Eddie still being inside of you. You shared a look, knowing damn well that it wasn’t a false alarm that Steve was home.

There was absolutely no way you two would get out of this now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie st4 #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n

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f1nalboys · 7 months

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BROOK! (💕) I've got a 'Lost Boys' belated Friday The 13th HC request!

I've had this thought rattling around in my brain for a while now, so let's see what you can make of it!

In their lair, I imagine there's plenty of dark, shadowy crevices in the ceiling in which to hide, and, perverted hedonists that they are, I can easily see any one of them unfairly using it to their advantage...

So, how do you think each of 'The Boys' would react if, after they hide up there when you *think* they've gone out hunting, they get to not only watch you finger yourself to orgasm...but hear you moan their name when you cum?

KELLLYYYYY!!! this was such a good ask, ive honestly missed these losers so much JSGDBSJ!!! i hope this is good and thanks for sending in an ask!! :3 below the cut is marko, paul, and david !!

DWAYNE: Dwayne will literally stay there and watch the ENTIRE time. This guy has the best self restraint out of any of the others, ANDDD he's the biggest voyeur, so he’s going to (at most) move so he can see you better!!! Dwayne will stay up there for hours, his eyes fixated on your hand and how it moves, how your fingers pump inside you and what speed. And yes, don't you worry, he is keeping track of it all to use against you at a later date. When you moan his name when you cum his resolve FINALLY breaks and i’m so dead serious when I say he instantly drops to the floor and gets his fingers on you!!

Dwayne swallows heavily, watching you as your fingers pump in and out of you at a steady pace. “Fuck,” you murmur, and though he’s far from you he swears he can feel your breath against his skin. His tongue swipes across his swollen bottom lip as he imagines it’s his fingers inside you, making you squirm and pant and curse. “Dwayne!” His eyes flash yellow as you cum, your back arching off of the bed, and he drops to the floor. He’s silent and you don’t notice him until you feel his calloused fingertips press down on your clit. Your eyes pop open, your gasp muffled by his hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to understand that he saw it all, that he bided his time, and that now he was going to make you forget everything but his name.

MARKO: Marko is second to last in the self-restraint department so I really don't think he could stay away while you touch yourself, like the man who get a WHIFF of it and he's in your face like “hi hello did u need help i'm going to help, move your hand-” like relax?? But if by some grace of god he’s able to hold back (whether that be on the ceiling or standing near you but you don't notice type thing), everything is out the window when you say his name. Like he's ripping your fingers out of you (ruining your orgasm because he SUCKS) and he’s shoving his own inside (and he's an asshole so he’s scissoring them inside you and going way harder than you’d expect him too) all while grinning in your face

You moan Markos name, your eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm you’ve been slowly building up to finally comes to the surface. Just as the pleasure begins to wash over you, you feel someone grab your wrist, nails digging into your flesh as they rip your fingers out of you. Your orgasm is ruined in an instant and your eyes fly open, face hot in both anger and arousal, but when you see the sinister smile on Markos face, a flash of fear crosses your features. He tsks, bringing your fingers up to his mouth and sucking them, his eyes narrowing at the taste of you. “I’m sorry,” he says in mock apology as he pulls them from his lips, his teeth grazing along the flesh as he does so. “Did I interrupt you, baby?” He smiles again but it's far from kind. His fingers dip inside your hole roughly and you whine at the intrusion. He hushes you as he sets a steady and rough pace, fingers scissoring and curling inside you. “Just let me make it up to you then, alright? Take it like we both know you can.”

PAUL: Like Marko, Paul has zero self restraint when it comes to you LMFAO. I don't think he’d even care to wait for you to cum before he’s suddenly at your side, cooing in your ear about what a needy slut you are. He feels like the only one to ask if you were mad at him and if thats why you waited until you thought he was gone to touch yourself and regardless of what you say he’s gonna give you a pretty smile and get on his knees to apologize. You’ll be moaning his name when he cums but he’s going to be the one to do it to you

Paul’s breath on your neck has your eyes popping open, your fingers stalling inside yourself. He laughs and then he’s right there, slipping into the bed beside you and pressing close. “Hi, sweetheart,” he whispers against your neck, placing a few kisses along your pulse. “Missed me?” You don’t have to see him to know he has a shit eating grin on his face. “Poor baby, your hole was just aching, right?” You whine when you feel his hand teasingly ghost along your skin, his fingers running across your thighs. “You mad at me or something sweetheart? That why you waited to fuck yourself until you thought I was gone?” It’s useless, but you shake your head, lips parting to tell him that of course you weren’t mad, but then he’s sliding down the length of the bed and positioning himself in between your legs, a hungry look in his eyes. “Let me make it up to you and your needy little hole, alright?” His mouth opens and he gives you one last grin before he lets his tongue swipe over your hole, his hands holding your thighs apart.

DAVID: Ah, David, David, David. My annoying little guy. He has a little less patience than Dwayne, so he’d reveal himself before you came but he’s not touching you. No, you wanted to cum from your own fingers, that’s what you’re going to do! He’ll perch on the edge of the bed or, his favorite thing to do, sit in a chair in front of you and make you spread your legs wider so he can see every single pump of your fingers. He might occasionally order you to slow down, speed up, do it harder, etc but for the most part he’s going to stare you down and let you pleasure yourself because he knows no matter how good you feel right then, it’s nothing compared to what he makes you feel. In all honesty, David would probably make you keep going; you wanted to cum so badly you can keep going until he’s satisfied!

“Don’t stop now,” he says, his voice level as he takes a drag of his cigarette. You swallow heavily, staring at him from the edge of the bed where he sat in his chair, his legs spread, an almost bored expression on his face. If it weren’t for the obvious bulge in his pants, you might think he was annoyed with you. “You wanted to cum without me, that’s what you’re going to do.” You whine but relent, beginning to pump your fingers inside yourself. His gaze helps ignite the fire inside your gut once more, the occasional order he gives you makes your head spin as you’d listen, and soon enough you’re cumming, crying out his name. He watches with a disinterested expression, his hand slowly palming himself over his pants. “Why are you stopping?” His voice is gruff as he asks and when your head tilts in confusion, he smiles at you, baring his teeth like an animal, a puff of smoke spilling from his mouth. “You think you’re done because you came?” He leans forwards in his seat, shadows dancing across his face. “You’re not done until I tell you you’re done, slut.”

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Radiohead

Creep!Rowan Laslow x Fem!Reader

SMUT (18+) ((Rowan is a creep, a weirdo-, obsessive?, toys, oral fixation, praise))

Word Count: 1,457

Rowan pays a visit to your dorm during your study session with Yoko that gets cut short due to ironic circumstances.

It was hard for Rowan to fit in. Being a part of the Nightshades hardly accounted for anything socially, no one else knew they existed. Even then, besides Xavier, they didn’t really talk to him. It was pitiful, but it had its perks. No one really paid any kind of attention to him, he could practically walk around anywhere without the risk of being interrogated thoroughly. He was using this to his advantage at the moment, casually striding through the dorm halls during class time.

There was only one thought in his mind as his feet took him to the desired destination. You, as he made his way to your dorm. You were currently across campus with your roommate, Yoko. He overheard you speaking with her last period during botany class about studying afterwards. That’s when this plan cultivated in his mind. He’d always fantasized about your room. He could only imagine, as there was no way you’d ever talk to him- let alone invite him over. He decided to take a peek on his own account. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He finally reaches the dorm marked with various vampire signs, curtesy of Yoko. He tries the doorknob and sighs in relief when it opens with ease. He quickly slides in and takes a quick glance to make sure he’s alone. Then, he zeroes in on the side that is evidently yours. His heart races with excitement as he takes in your decorations. He loves them, he loves them because they perfectly match you. He bites his lip, suppressing the thought of being caught. Yoko took studying very seriously, and you wouldn’t be back for another hour or so- besides he couldn’t get any further down on the weirdo chain than he already was. He couldn’t lie to himself though; the thought also thrilled him.

After observing the outer layer of your side, he digs deeper. His breathing gets heavier, shaky hands reaching for your dresser doors. The first one he opens displays your underwear. Lucky guess. He resists the urge to take any, feeling that a sick kind of good karma would surely come his way if he chose not to steal. However, he picks a pair up and takes a deep inhale before putting it back. He closes it and instead opts for your bedside drawer. Sitting on your bed, he opens it, not knowing what to expect. What he does find, makes him have to take a spritz of his inhaler. The drawer contains a few personal items. Extremely personal. He can’t look away, studying them very carefully. Until he hears your laugh.

God, any other time he would love to sit still, pretend they were laughs caused by him- but now he has to move. He slams the drawer shut and rolls under your bed, hoping you didn’t need anything stored under here- or maybe he hoped you did just so he could see you. His pants were already tight, he quietly readjusts as you approach the bed. It dips a bit as you take a seat where he previously was.

“Whatever, I’ll be back at like eight, Enid wants to go over botany notes too. Also, lock the fucking door if you leave!” Yoko states, walking out and shutting the door behind her. You sigh, finally glad to be rid of her for a while. Rowan bites his lip, sensing the bed shift as you lay back. His eyes widen when he hears you open the drawer. Quietly, he shifts onto his back, waiting.

Soon, a faint buzz fills his ears. Rowan believes he has died and gone to a better place. Tentatively, his hand moves down to his aching cock, massaging it in time with your labored breaths from above the mattress. His hips buck when your whimpers grow more desperate and needy. He’d give anything and kill anyone just to be the one who made those noises come from you. He freezes when you moan louder, not at the volume of it- but what exactly you uttered.

“Rowan… fuck…” Your hips rut against the vibrating toy. As soon as you heard the door angrily lock from Yoko, you eagerly tugged your pants and underwear down. Rowan had looked extra handsome in class today and you noticed. You could barely focus in class, much less when Yoko and yourself went to study. You just had to cut the session short and hope she wouldn’t insist on staying with you.

Rowan can barely breathe, but he can’t risk the inhaler alerting you. But something else does instead. There is a series of quick knocks at the door. You huff in frustration and slam the toy back into your drawer. Rowan takes a spritz right as you get off the bed, masking it under the louder sound of the springs. You pull your pants up and open the door, allowing the guests to enter. He silently seethes as he watches familiar black shoes stride in. Wednesday. Always ruining his plans.

“Oh let him down, he can explore.” You chuckle, Rowans blood runs cold as Wednesday lets Thing down onto the ground. The appendage no doubt notices him, but decidedly ignores him as he crawls up onto the bed. “So what’d you need?” You turn to Wednesday.

“Rowan Laslow. I want your thoughts on him. Based on my observations you are the most trustworthy person I could expect to ask.”

“Oh, thanks. Well, Rowan…” You think for a moment. “He’s very intelligent, kind of a loner, save for Xavier, but that’s not a bad thing. I don’t really know him all that well. I’d ask Xavier if you want real information on him though- they’re roommates.” You explain. His heart swells hearing you describe himself, it almost makes him forget about Wednesday inquiring about him. He’ll have to check that out later.

“Thank you.” She nods and promptly leaves your room, Thing in tow.

This is when Rowan gains a spur of confidence. The way you described him, your moans, all signs that he could reveal himself to you and be accepted if he played his cards right. You’re still faced the door when he leaves the confines of the underside of your bed. He hesitantly approaches you. You turn around with your head down, eyes widening at the sight of his shoes. You look up, eyes meeting his.

“I’m flattered, Princess.” He lustily gazes at you through the lenses of his glasses. You can’t seem to muster the words to say anything. His hand reaches up to your chin, and his face gets impossibly close to your own. “Just say the word and I’ll take care of you.” He promises, evidently having heard your previous whines.

“Please.” You whimper, he wickedly grins and attacks your lips with his own.

Soon, he’s taken control and pushes you down onto your bed, now in between your unclothed legs. You pant, watching him carefully. He reaches over to your drawer, you look away embarrassed. His hand moves your face to look at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Princess. I don’t blame you. But, if you wanted the real thing you could’ve just asked.” He teases, kissing your temple while he moves back to sit in between your legs. You see which toy he’s chosen, excitedly anticipating his next move. He turns the toy on and off, having noticed the wetness on it from before you’d had to put it away. You bite your lip, watching as he brings it closer to his face. He drags it against his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tastes you. When the toy is deemed clean by him, he edges it towards your cunt.

He holds your hips down with his watch clad arm, resting the vibrating toy against your clit. Your hips involuntary buck up, his arm keeping you steady.

“Stay still, don’t you want to be good for me?” He murmurs, looking up at you through his lenses. You quickly nod and try to gain control of your lower half. He taps the toy against your pussy, drawing it through your soaked folds. You grow louder, gasping at the change of direction. Rowan was already close, just being in your dorm alone and being able to witness your intimate possessions was already enough for him- he had to do something, and quick. He tosses the toy back into your drawer. “Lay down on your side.” He orders, beginning to undo his own pants. You quickly do as your told and wait, feeling him lay down behind you.

Rowan places his hand in front of your mouth. “Spit.” He uses your saliva to generously jerk his cock as he rests his head on your shoulder. His hand wedges in between your thighs and raises the one on top, exposing your pussy to the air, before feeling him push against your ass, letting his cock rest in your folds before moving back and forth. He bites your neck, working the skin with his teeth to turn purple. Finally, he gains the courage to enter you. One hand moves to grip your thigh, while the other breaches your mouth, urging you to focus on sucking his digits. Your tongue swirls around them while he focuses on thrusting up into you.

You suck harder on his fingers as he gets more forceful with his movements, hearing the slap of his hips meeting your ass.

“So good for me.” He murmurs into your neck, feeling you clench around his cock at the praise. “My pretty girl.” Your stomach tightens at the sudden influx of compliments and pushes you closer to your release. Your mouth hangs agape, he removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth, finally kissing you again. His hand moves down to your clit, playing with it roughly. It’s all too much and you whine out a warning before coming undone around his cock.

Your strangled moan, the feel of your juices flooding around his cock, being caught in your room, it was all entirely too much for Rowan to handle at once and he buries his face into your cheek while his cum shoots up into you. He’s a fucking creep, and he knows it- but it got him this far.

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