#the author doesn’t have a tumblr

[awesomefringey]

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky

Summary:

“Don’t,” Tomlinson’s voice was low, gravelled, hiding out in the night where only Styles could hear it. “Stop it. Calm down. You can’t do anything.”

Styles’ chest heaved. Tomlinson had him pinned against the wall, his forearm strong against his ribs. The night air crackled around them and all he could hear was the overlap of their breath, desperation, exquisite need and pain and desire and longing and lingering resistance.

He couldn’t take his eyes from Tomlinson’s lips. The way they fell open to expel air against Harry’s jaw. His tongue darting out to wet them between desperate words, making them glisten in what little light there was. His eyes were lidded and unseeing as he himself looked down to stare at Styles’ mouth.

~~~

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them.

But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more.

Until they found eachother.

Comfort. Companionship. Understanding.

Another person to lose.

~~~

Words: 227,290 Chapters: 23/23

#boost #the author doesn’t have a tumblr #YET! #so I thought I’ll take the moodboard and create a fic post to reblog on here #celticsky #danger I can’t hide #historic fics #larry fanfiction

[etandthekeet]

This college au has given me life. I just had to draw their party outfits. Especially with the way scarab’s was described.

This is from the fic Social butterfly, anxious beetle. It’s so sweet so far

#I would tag the author but tumblr doesn’t seem to want to let me. #I’ll troubleshoot in the morning perhaps #prohibitedwish #the way people headcanon their human scarabs are too relatable #like. not just in this fic specially ( although I am going to my first *party* party this weekend) #but also when people are making scarab a human in their AUs he’s usually an ftm autistic bug enthusiast who likes to be on his own at first #just like me fr #it’s been a while since I’ve drawn humans #I’m feeling extremely shy and nervous about posting to the tag. please don’t perceive me. just look at the art #also I have a scarab blog called scarab-scuttles I just think the url is cute. I’ve only reblogged my own posts on it so it’s pretty bare

[hjbender]

I think most of us by now have seen the post about “if you’re reading this go write 3 lines in your wip”, but here’s a flip version for your consideration:

If you’re reading this, stop what you’re doing and go leave a nice comment on your favorite story or artwork. Even if you’ve already left a comment. Especially if you haven’t left a comment yet.

“I [still] love this sm” or “asdf;lkj 💕” or “can’t leave more kudos, so here’s a comment-kudos!” will mean so much to them. If you want to be extra generous and make their day, tell the author or artist something you love about their work. “This character’s line was just perfect” or “I love the colors/style/etc you used in this”, for example.

Speak up. Show some love to our authors and artists. Thank them for sharing their works for our enjoyment.

#support authors #support artists #i say this as an artist/author myself #fandom #communicate your love #this doesn’t have to be for your faves either #that new fic you just read? comment #that art you just saw on tumblr? reblog it #i promise you this will make somebody’s day

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

When it comes to queer rep in media, I have what I like to call the Grandma Test. If my grandmother sits down to read a book or watch a tv show/movie and can come away from it understanding fully that a certain character is queer, then it passes as decent representation for me. If she doesn’t understand it fully, then it could still count depending on the circumstances but usually I won’t think highly of it

#this is just my personal test #but I’m legit sick of having everyone online say that actually subtle coding and little hints and social media confirmations are - #- GREAT queer rep actually #I don’t want to try and find queer characters in the sub-subtext or looking thru an authors qna on some random news site or here on tumblr #I want it to just be there and be open for everyone to see #could also be renamed the Not Terminally Online test #where if someone who doesn’t spend ages on social media can get that a character is queer #like . idk . I’m kinda sick of it #cishet ppl never fuckin have to tell themselves that it’s a real cishet character bcus of how they looked at this lady for 3 seconds in ep4 #why do I have to do it. why do I have to settle for searching around for clues #why r authors and show runners and filmmakers scared to have explicitly queer characters #I’m lowkey vagueposting a specific fandom but this is very much an in general type thing this reaches far and wide

[agentfaust]

if anyone saw me being indecisive and going through three or four different urls in 10 minutes no you didn't

#new url #we’ll miss you ilsastrenchcoat #served us all well <3 #but it’s time for something new :) #TOTALLY not doing this cause i wanna be one of those cryptic ao3 authors who doesn’t have a matching ao3/tumblr #and you have to guess to figure out who they are #opera-gown

[smallsadchild]

There is a song. Called Human of the Year. By Regina Spektor. It gets stuck in my head. But my brain for some reason, always replaces the word human.

With Chuuya.

I do not know why. But the chorus to that song to me is now “chuuya, chuuya of the year and you’ve won…” and I fear it will be that way ‘til the end of my days.

But I have no one to complain to. Because I know no one irl who knows both the song and bungou stray dogs. Or even any Nakahara Chuuyas just in general.

So I send this into the void. In the hopes that one day, maybe, someone will see it and understand my pain. That, or that I can forever fuck up this song in someone else’s brain because god damn it I don’t want to be the only one.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #regina spektor #oh shit she’s got a tag dope #dumb shit #random thots #this has been happening for like a year now and I CANT LIKE SING IT OUT LOUD #CUZ WHAT IF SOMEONE ASKS ABOUT IT AND I HAVE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN???? #THATS TOO MUCH EXPLANATION REQUIRED FOR A CASUAL CONVO SORRY #not that I could explain bsd to anyone anyway. I’ve been into it for like 6 years now man I still have no fucking clue what it’s about #bsd chuuya #nakahara chūya #god what if I got asked by someone who’s familiar with writer/poet but not bsd and then I gotta pretend all my info on him doesn’t come from #an god damn anime character vaguely based on him. and people’s tumblr analysis of said character based on the author and his works. #I’d read his poetry but 99% of the time translated poetry fucking sucks. that’s for another post though.

[samuraisharkie]

staff is really proving they’re no different than the Supreme Court justices who acted like their hands were tied when people were protesting the recent rulings regarding abortion rights, but the moment people brought the protests to their homes they passed a ruling to protect themselves faster than they ever acted like was possible. It’s the same situation here. People have been calling for staff to handle harassment and horrible bigotry both within their staff and on their site for YEARS, but staff has played at being incompetent and acted like their hands were tied, up until the moment someone rightfully calls out a tumblr staff member for supporting racist antisemitic nationalists and racist antisemitic terfs, and pointing out some VERY suspect actions and art they made PUBLIC to be reacted to, and they shut down the blog and the post faster than they’ve ever responded to reports of death threats and racism. And suddenly they care about harassment, and frantically scrub away any evidence people could have to point out their bigotry. They KNOW it’s bad too, considering how quickly they’ve tried to wipe out their shit stains to prevent people from seeing their dirty asses exposed. It is truly so very disgusting and pathetic. They’re behaving like a high school discord clique complete with the bias towards banning for anyone who isn’t tolerant of the “mods” (in this case the tumblr staff) or those they are working with, instead of acting like goddamn mature adults in a professional setting.

#tumblr staff #staff #watch them try to ban me for saying this as if people haven’t called your dirty asses out for this for YEARS #are your wittle whitey feewings hurt for being called out for excusing and partaking in bigotry?? aww sucks to suck doesn’t it 😢 #clutching their precious white racism fandom pearls for being forced to acknowledge that media isn’t an escape for marginalized people #ESPECIALLY and SPECIFICALLY for people of color. #the fact that they can’t let go of these shows that have been PROVEN MULTIPLE TIMES to be influenced by the authors bigotry #is a testament to how weak minded and willed they are and how nonexistent their support and activism is. #I don’t want to see a single rainbow flag or blm symbol on this site until they can get their shit together and ACT like they care #actions speak louder than any pithy little design graphic ever will #maybe start by learning not to be reactionary and defensive when people point out your knowing support of harmful shitty media #and instead respond like a reasonable fucking decent person and accept that truth and move on to something else. #or not liking that shit in the first place! maybe start with being educated enough to see the signs #and surrounding yourself with people who will call you out on that bs. especially people of color #and jewish people. and trans people. the list goes on #instead of covering your ears to all but the yes-men who suck up to you and validate your every move #just because you can only handle public response when it makes you feel good even when that negative response is needed and justified

[rosesradio]

i feel like people should support fic writers as much as fan artists. their content may take longer to consume, but the phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words” goes both ways ♡

#not meaning to demean any one or any art form. i love both immensely. but yes please reblog fics #it doesn’t have to be a wall of text tumblr does the expand thing #not even talking about my own fics i mean fics in general. it’s difficult for most authors to get recognition in fandoms like gifmakers— #—and artists do. and it’s sad to me. feeling a little…insignificant :( but that’s just me. it’s okay #fanfic #fandom #rose.txt

[bakugouisabitch]

ik we all say fuck canon but the amount of OOC shit i see on tumblr really makes me cry 😭😭😭😭😭

#like.. this is the main reason i don’t spend much time here #on twittwr you get to see ooc stuff too but at the same time you get to see stuff so close to canon it feels like home #(most of all coming from the asian fandom) #twitter is more vast and you can turn away from stuff that just doesn’t sit well with you and focus on the stuff you prefer #but on tumblr it’s so RARE to find fandom content close to canon cause most western fans have that ‘fuck canon’ mentality #which is all funny and good but they change a character 360 degrees and after a while….. #it just doesn’t feel right. #not to mention the way they disrespect the author or original source/place of the content they enjoy… #spending time here makes you forget what waa actyally fun abt the media you chose to get into the fandom to #idk i just can’t get behind that #ziggy talks #*

[yaddam333]

This is how I imagine Elynna, the protagonist of my favourite fic, Divergence by SugarFeather. If you like One Piece you should really read it, It's the only isekai fic I've ever liked and it's amazing

(Oh and please have mercy, I know the drawing isn't perfect lol)

#one piece #fic rec #ao3 #fanfiction #fanart #sugarfeather #divergence #i would tag the author but she doesn’t have tumblr #art #digital art

[thresholdbb]

Isn’t the blood supposed to coagulate to make blood sausage?

#one of my qualms with this episode #is not blood exactly like eggs? #it’s been a long time since I worked in the science museum but something something non newtonian fluid #listen I don’t eat meat anymore but I distinctly remember loving black pudding #yes I’m over here fair haven posting again #delete the wife makes me insane — it’s a long story #thank the stars they didn’t say corned beef and cabbage at least #corned beef is from NY Jewish delis #potatoes are actually peruvian #cultural food exchange is interesting #I fully realize Star Trek voyager tumblr probably doesn’t have the answer to this question #I don’t wanna ask the Irish authority in my life ok #now I’m having ​flashbacks of getting lectured about Irish history

[teruthecreator]

me trying not to lose my goddamn mind

#in neg city #rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh performing one of my favorite self-deprecating activities: looking at more popular #fics and looking at how many comments they get and how in depth they are #it’s so dumb it’s so dumb it’s so dumb but oh my godddd literally my fav author is reading this other fic and commenting and ACK!!!! #IM NOT GONNA MAKE IT OUTTA THIS ONE FOLKS #yes i understand jealousy is a human emotion and ur allowed to feel it however have u considered im not. i’m not allowed #i just like at this point i wanna stop writing and never pick it up again and just delete all my social media and throw my phone out a wind #tumblr hates when i have long tags so i’m not finishing that one u get it. the misery whatever #idk it’s a dumb thing to like harp on but it just feels like the effort i put in doesn’t matter bc no one ever has a like real reaction #other than it’s good :-) and that’s like. not enough. does #*dies #p sure it autocorrected to does and i’m not rewriting that whole tag #ANYWAY killing dying exploding etc etc etc

[sheltershock]

One of these days I want to make original stuff with my OCs(not based on anything, my own characters). Because last summer/fall(July to October) I wrote like 49% of a novel and ran out of steam, but I still want to work on that universe and it’s characters. So maybe when I get through a couple of my long standing Psychonauts ideas I can put some more work into that?

Art of my characters would be cool. But writing/drawing is difficult. And I already have a couple projects. So look forward that sometime-in-the-future stuff!

#shelti rambles #it was a fantasy novel btw #but the past few months had me thinking it would make a good trilogy actually #as in “I know what the plot/structure/details for 1 and 2. And I have to figure out how to take the concept of 3 into a satisfying ending” #I only started writing it because I was taking a gap year after graduating HS and immediately got depressed and was like- #-“I guess I’ll just write a book now.” #fulfill that childhood dream of being an author *I GUESS* #also excellent news there doesn’t seem to be any tags on tumblr for what I wanted 1 and 2’s titles to be so….

[drchucktingle]

Dear Chuck, I’m getting Camp Damascus for my niece for her 16th birthday, and if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to ask a favor:

Whenever I get my nieces books by authors on Tumblr, I always ask the author what piece of advice they’d give themselves at that age, and write it in the front cover of the book. I think it’s a cool way to give them some wisdom they might take more seriously than just hearing it from their parents, and also what teenager doesn’t think it’s kind of cool to get advice directly from someone famous?

So in that vein: I would like to ask, if you could tell your 16-year-old self anything, what would it be?

'every moment is a chance to make incredible change beyond your wildest imagination. this is not just a way of hyperbole or metaphor, it is the truth. every decision you make creates infinite timelines trotting away from you in a beautiful wave, and in these moments you are breathing life into entire universes. never forget that you have this power. wield it in a way that you will look back on and be proud of.'

#love is real

[sweet-as-an-angel]

His Favourite

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Gaslighting, Name-Calling, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You'.

You’re Ghost’s favourite recruit, though you’d never know it from the way he constantly berates you, his harsh accent splitting you apart from the rest of your peers as he picks you up on the most minor of mistakes. 

Don’t get it twisted, he’d do the same to any other recruit, he just seems to enjoy knocking some discipline into you. As he’s doing right now in the privacy of a vacant store cupboard, pants pulled down to his thighs with you sat between them, taking his twitching, aching cock between your waiting lips.

“Just a pretty little people pleaser, aren’t’ya,” he says, one hand on the back of your head while the other grips your shoulder, keeping you from going anywhere. “Do anythin’ for your Lieutenant,”

It’s not a question. Your position now just proves that everything he's saying is nothing short of the truth. You’ve learnt how he likes it, how he gasps ever so slightly whenever you press the tip of your tongue into that one sensitive patch beside his most prominent vein, just two inches from his engorged ballsack.

His breath is short as you bob up and down his shaft, forced to take more of him as he pushes your head further down onto him and himself deeper into you. You hum, either in defence or enthusiastic agreement – it doesn’t matter to Ghost. Especially when you’re being so obedient, taking him inch by inch, his tip hitting the back of your throat, the tightness in his balls growing.

Despite how often he takes to disciplining you, it never seems enough. Within a day, he’s ready to shoot as much cum down your throat as you can take, and then some. That, or he’s herding you into a dark corner of the Base and pounding you senseless, calling you his fuck bunny, his personal cum rag, his favourite.

"Bet you wanted to join the military just to have men shout at you," he tells you, hands tight about your waist as he pushes himself all the way in, pulls halfway out, and repeats. He hardly breaks a sweat, years of abuse and hardship having shaped him into the image of Zeus; insatiable and unfettered.

"Bet y'enjoy makin' me angry, knowin- fuck-" – he feels himself twitch; he's close –knowin' that m'gonna fuck y'into shape."

He tells you how much you need this, need someone to teach you the difference between right and wrong, to teach you how to be worthy, to please him. He knows nothing will happen if he gets caught. Nothing substantial, at least. But you don’t know that, hence he lets you feel as if he’s entrusting you with a secret whenever he leads you into a dark room, your task already outlined just as his dick is in his pants. And you can only shut up and take it, trying your absolute hardest not to come undone in Ghost’s calloused hands, trying to show your superior that you’re able to take him – all of him – without unravelling at the seams.

He always proves you wrong but that’s wherein the fun lies; getting to watch you squirm as he fills you from the inside only to make you run laps with the rest of your fellow recruits knowing that the limp in your gait is his doing, that you’re trying your best to keep up with the others whilst also trying to keep Ghost’s seed from leaking out of you.

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[taintedcigs]

⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨ ୧ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⋅ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃.

summary: in which you show your best friend the new christmas lingerie you bought for a guy, and he finally snaps and shows you how much better he is for you. (wc:2.8k+)

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up irl), possessive!eddie, slight breeding kink, degrading, praises, kinda dom!eddie, but v soft dom/sub tones, kind of a daddy kink (its used like 2 times i can never properly do daddy kinks im stupid) no use of ‘y/n’, nicknames!

pairing: best friend!eddie munson x bratty!fem!reader

authors note: so i was just looking for christmas lingeries, and saw those bow ones that wrap around your body. and i was listening to sabrina carpenter's fruitcake ep and this was made oops. not proof-read ignore any mistakes pls or ill bite u. [EDIT: sorry for posting this a million times tumblr won't co-operate w me so i got rid of the dividers. i hope it works or im gonna bang my head against the wall.]

“Do you think Chris will like it?” You hummed, admiring yourself against the mirror, moving around with a giggle as anticipation pooled in Eddie’s tummy, his breath getting more ragged, and pants getting tighter around his relentless bulge. 

Speechless. 

Eddie stood speechless, gaze darkening the more he admired you, he didn’t even know which part of you he wanted to take a mental image of. 

It was like you stepped from his filthiest fantasies, giggling up at him with that alluring smirk on your face. God, you had to know what you were doing to him. 

The red bowknot wrapped around you perfectly, cradling your curves, tantalizing him further and further. You were his precious Christmas gift, just waiting to be unwrapped by him, and him only. 

Not that stupid jock who probably couldn’t even make you cum no matter how hard he tried. 

No, you needed him, you needed Eddie to unwrap you, and show you how to properly be punished for even suggesting if this was good enough for you to surprise your boy toy with. 

“N-no!” He spat quickly, getting up from the comfortable way he was sprawled on your bed.

Your head cocked to face him. “W-what? Do you not like it?” You jutted out your bottom lip, and he so badly wanted to bite those plushy lips, shut you up, and show you who fucking owned you. 

You had been teasing him non-stop lately, and this had been your last resort, you knew Eddie always fell for your jealous antics, but this had been too much, you knew this would finally push him off the edge, finally handle you the way you wanted to be handled, rough and possessive. 

Neither of you were good at communicating your feelings, but this, this is what you were good at. And you had been wanting Eddie ever since the two of you became best friends. 

There was something unspoken there, a line the two of you always wanted to cross, always handsy with each other, always too close, but never stepping over that boundary. And you were growing tired of it, the nights you spent with your fingertips circling over your clit, imagining his calloused hands, mewling for him. 

And the nights, the mornings, the showers he spent, abusing his hardened cock with the images of you sprawled out for him, begging to fuck him had been torturous enough.

He deserved this, he deserved you.  

This was it, and Eddie was willing to fuck over the friendship once and for all. To finally make you his. 

“N-no, I like- love it.” He stammered, taking a step closer to you, “but there’s no fuckin’ way he gets you like this.” 

You wanted to smirk, the excitement you felt in your tummy was unexplainable, heat pooling with a need for him as you wanted nothing more than to have him push you against the sturdy beige wall of your room, exploring you, marking you as his. 

“That inexperienced asshole, doesn’t deserve you,” he spat, pushing his body closer to yours, merely inches away from you, and you nodded dumbly at his words. 

“You need someone who can take better care of you, princess. That can handle you like you deserve to be handled, don’t you think?” He coos, hand dipping to the lacey bow that adorned your curves, everywhere he touches feels hot, so hot that you almost whine, just at the sensation of his rough hands. 

“Do you think he knows you better than me, angel?” He tsks mockingly and you’re quick to shake your head. 

“That’s what I thought too, baby…” He hums, running his fingertips over the soft fabric that barely covers your slit, “Do you think he can handle a brat like you? D’you think he can actually put you in your place like I would?”

His fingers now dance over the wrapped bow, teasingly, wanting nothing more than to unwrap it and see you fully, naked, and begging for him. 

Your thighs rubbed together with need, “Honey,” he hummed dangerously close to your ear, breath fanning against your cheeks, and you melted into him, “if I unwrap you, am I going to find you soaking for me?” He pressed open-mouthed kisses down the shell of your ear, tongue striping a lick down to your throat. 

The anticipation is killing you and you want to answer him, but his slight touches on your body are making it impossible, he’s fucking perfect, and could probably make you cum undone with just his words. 

You whimper slightly, glossy bottom lips still jutting at him and he tsks, “Nuh-uh… baby, I thought I told you not to be a brat.”

“Use your words, sweets.”

“Yes,” You breathed, barely, eyes opening wide to see the way his amber gaze darkened. 

“Yes, what?” He taunted, grip on your body getting tighter. 

“Y-yes, sir,” you gulped, gauging Eddie’s reaction obediently. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he smirks under his greedy moan, quick to let his hands roam around everywhere, fingertips slipping underneath the fragile fabric barely covering your slit, he groans when he realizes just how wet you are. 

“Is that all for me, baby?” He hums into your mouth, swirling your slickness inside of your clit, grinning while having no mercy on your lips, all biting and nibbling. 

You’re quick to nod, breathless when he’s basically everywhere, and it isn’t long before he frustratingly unties the stupid bow getting in the way of him and you. 

With a growl he almost rips it apart, tossing it aside, and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. 

“F-fuck, princess, you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he moans needily, eyes taking in the sight of you, naked, pooling for him. Perfect tits, waiting to be sucked by him, bare ass waiting to be marked up by him, crimson red handprints would look perfect on it, he decides. 

He presses his plushy lips onto yours, desperate and sucking on your tongue, while his finger slides inside of your tight cunt, other grabbing onto your breasts, and you can do nothing more than mewl for him. 

Then his finger retracts from your sloppy walls, you whine at the loss and he’s quick to shove his fingers down your throat, you happily accept it, sucking greedily on his fingers, tasting yourself on his fingers, it’s all so filthy and you throb more and more for him. 

His darkened amber gaze is on you, almost groaning at the way you suck on his fingers, wishing he could fuck your greedy throat with his aching cock. But not now, because fuck, he needs to be inside of you. 

With a growl he wastes no time picking you up, tossing you against the bed with a soft plop, and you giggle when he settles beneath your thighs, enjoying how rough and attentive he is.

His grabby hands are everywhere, hips rolling into you, but he’s far too clothed, yet you can still feel his bulge pressing against your thigh, making your sloppy cunt clench around nothing. You’re desperate, and he feels big, so big that your mouth waters at the thought of him not fitting into your mouth, his cock stretching you out, fully.  

You tug at his pants, almost signaling for him to take them off, so that he could finally be inside of you. He taunts your desperate attempt with a breathy laugh, “Patience, doll,” he tuts, voice low and gravelly, making you hum sweetly. 

He wets his lip before his lips attack you again, hands giving more attention to your breasts, pinching your nipples to earn more whines out of your pouted lips, wasting no time to dive down into your aching cunt, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all over your breasts, your stomach, and your dripping inner thighs, doing it all with a grin while he watches you shudder beneath him. 

He takes his time admiring your pussy, padded thumb slightly playing with your clit as he watches your eyes squeeze shut at his movements, he groans at your lips glistening with arousal. Perfect, just fucking perfect. And he doesn’t know how much longer he can handle not being inside of you. 

His cock is strained against his zipper, and it hurts, just the thought of your velvety walls engulfing him is enough to have him explode in his pants. He needs you. 

“Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he growls, head dipping between your shaking thighs, inhaling and tasting you once he places open-mouthed kisses on your pussy lips, and your clit, giving you all the attention you need. 

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, too,” he hums into your walls, lapping up at your juices like a man-starved, and you’re too far gone to register anything, nodding dumbly and trashing beneath him. 

“Need you to sit on my face after we’re done, baby,” he purred. “But I need to fuck you now, doll, need to feel this tight cunt wrapped around my cock, yea?” He pulls back slightly, and you pout at the sudden loss of contact, it makes him grin, knowing how desperate you are for him. 

Frustrated, and restrained, he unbuckles his belt quickly, even quicker to take off his boxers, with a hiss, his cock slaps against his stomach, your eyes widening with it. 

No wonder you felt his bulge against your ass every time he passed by you, his cock slightly brushing against your ass, making you whimper quietly. No wonder you always felt the need to rub your thighs together when he wore those slutty grey sweatpants, he was packing. 

Slightly curved to the left, thick, and deliciously beading with pre-cum, his angry crimson red tip faced your inner thighs, you nearly whined at the sight. “S-so big,” you murmured, doe-eyes looking up at him with so much promise. 

“I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he grins up at you. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else, sweetheart.” You whine at that, his possessiveness slicking your thighs further as if that was even possible. 

“P-please,” you looked up at him, desperate. 

He tugs at his cock at your mewls, teeth drawing on his bottom lip at you. All sprawled out for him, legs spread apart, glistening pussy greedily waiting for his cock. 

He reaches for the condom but you’re quick to stop him. “No, no. ‘M on the pill,” you murmured. He nearly groans at your words. The thought of fucking you raw, feeling your walls hug him sweetly shoots pleasure through his entire body. 

“P-please, sir, wanna feel you,” you cry out, nearly wailing, glossy eyes looking down at him, pleading. 

And who’s he to deny you? 

“Want to feel you inside, fully, been waitin’ for this so long, Eds.” He groans at that, his cock aching, wanting to spill his load inside of you. 

“Already, beggin’ honey?” A teasing throaty chuckle escapes his lips, he’s more than amused, letting just the tip of his fat cock tease over your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your throbbing clit.

“Mhmm,” you unashamedly moan. “I need you, been spendin’ too much time, touching myself to the thought of you, your cock… Need you to stretch me, ruin me, wanna be yours so badly,” you whined, voice cracking as you desperately thrashed beneath him, his teasing making you pathetic and dumb. 

That’s all he needed to hear before he slammed inside of you with a rough thrust, he couldn’t help himself, knowing that he could’ve had you all this time, made you his, and you were fucking touching yourself to the thought of him? 

He was about to lose it, and you were quick to cry out at his size, your tight walls trying to accommodate his fat cock, feeling him stretching you fully. 

“F-fuck!” He gritted through his teeth, holding onto your hips with a bruising hold. Your whines and your pussy clamping around his cock was enough to send him into a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to fill you up. 

“Eds, t-too much,” you wail out, glossy eyes looking up at him. 

“Ssshh, I know, baby, I know,” he coos condescendingly, making you whine more. “But you can handle it, can’t you, princess?” He bit on your bottom lip with a grin, “Look how well this greedy cunt is pullin’ me in,” he thrusts further into you with a groan. 

You cry out at the intrusion, welcoming the way the slight pain turns fully into pleasure, his cock driving into you with such force that you can almost feel him everywhere. “See? Such a good girl f’me, mmpf, just like that, honey,” he praises, flutters fill your stomach and heat rushes to your cheeks. 

He’s so perfect and you’re so proud to be his good girl. His padded thumb is quick to find its way to your clit, circling it gently to elicit more pretty whines from you. “This is mine, now.”

With a groan, “you’re all mine.” He continues to gloriously pump into you, enjoying the way you look so fucked out, his fingertips rubbing against your clit, you feel so full, so fucking full. Eyes lulling the more his cock dives deeper into you. 

“All yours, daddy,” you breathe, not realizing what you just said, it makes Eddie hiss loudly as his movements pick up, eyes rolling to the back of his head with a delicious growl spilling from his lips. 

You’re going to be the fucking death of him. 

“P-princess, fuck, Jesus fuckin’, you can’t just say shit like that to me,” He spills out through gritted teeth, enjoying the way you move your hips against him, desperate for more friction. 

“Look at you, shit,” Eddie groaned, pressing his thumb into your clit with more pressure, circling it with a grin, cock hitting that spongey spot deliciously while your back arched in pleasure. 

Babbles, and incoherent pleas left your lips, and Eddie grinned at the way you looked so cockdrunk on him, clenching around his cock, letting him know that you were getting closer. 

“Such a whore for me, aren’t ya?” He mocked, rough hands squeezing your cheeks as he made you look at him, “Love the way you go so dumb on me, pretty girl, not a single thought in that lil’ head of yours, only my cock, isn’t that right?” 

Your breathing picks up at his words, orgasm pooling in your tummy, you know you’re about to lose it soon, “Daddy, please,” you whimpered, not even knowing what you were begging for, it was all too much, his filthy words, his thumb on your clit, the way he was deep inside of your walls, hitting spots you didn’t know that existed. 

He growls at that, sinking further into you, “I know, baby,” he murmurs into your heated skin, reveling in the way you claw at his back, freshly manicured nails marking him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl? Go ahead, and cream my cock like the good girl you are, hmm?” His hold on your hips was rough, his other hand still circling your swollen clit, hips smacking against yours with such force that you were sure you were entirely gone now. 

“Come with me, Daddy,” Is what you managed to slip past your lips before you couldn’t handle it anymore, head falling back, mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’ shape, you felt that tight coil snap in your tummy, making your vision blurry as you sobbed beneath him. 

Your pussy squeezed and gripped his cock deliciously and with one more of his hips rutting into you, your orgasm was quick to trigger his. “Shit, gon- gonna fuck my load into you, angel.” He growled through gritted teeth, thrusts becoming shallow. 

“Gonna fill you with so much cum that y-you won’t get it outta you for days, f-fuck!”

“Feel s-so fuckin, good, baby, shit, shit, shit!” He grunted, and finally spilled his load inside of you with a loud groan, painting your overstimulated walls, cock twitching inside of you as his groans mixed with yours. 

Breathless, fucked out, and just a little sated, he was quick to slip out of you only when he made sure your pussy milked him dry and that every single drop was inside of you. 

Both of you struggled to come down from your highs, all those years of pent-up sexual frustration too much to even sate. 

“We’re nowhere near done,” Eddie hummed breathlessly, his head cocking toward you. 

With a smirk, you turned to him. “Oh, yeah?” You quirked a brow, excitement, and pleasure were quick to pool at your tummy. 

“Mmmhmm, still need to punish you for that whole Chris thing, princess. Even though it worked,” He gave you a hearty chuckle, “Don’t think you can tease me like that and get away with it, pretty girl.”

“And what did you have in mind?”

“Those Christmas lights you hung up on that tree,” He pointed toward the giant tree, decorated with lots of flashy lights. 

“I’ve heard they were a really good substitute for ropes, hmm? And the best form of punishment for bratty girls,” he grinned wickedly, attacking your lips again without giving you a chance to breathe. 

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