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tatoda · 10 months

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Guitar Pick 2 || college!conrad x fem reader

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part 1

summary: conrad brings you to cousins, everyone knows about your relationship except belly, who has a huge crush on conrad

pairing: college!conrad x fem!reader

warnings: angst, ends with fluff, jealous belly, steven being a good best friend

wc: 2.2k

here’s part 2 :)i changed it up from the request! i hope y’all enjoy im writing some more pieces for y’all !! i ended up not putting smut i hope you understand.

It’s been almost 10 months with conrad. After he asked you out at college, you both instantly hit it off. You learned all about his life and how he grew up in a home with his mom having cancer and her passing away last year and his dad cheating on her. But soon enough after he was a quiet guy he thought it was time to start opening up. He learned about your family and how they always didn’t believe in you so you proved them wrong. He has never been happier.

You met steven and jeremiah one night they came to visit you and conrad. And you instantly hit it off with them, especially steven. He became one of your closest friends when you hung out with him, conrad, and jeremiah. It was a fully platonic friendship. He was there for you and you were there for him. Conrad enjoyed that you got along with them so well. You 4 hung out as much as possible and they loved you and were happy conrad finally found someone that made him happy.

Conrad invited you to his beach house for the first time. He always talked about it and offered for you to come, but you didn’t wanna intrude. You finally said yes to visiting, one problem. Isabel, or as he calls her Belly, had a huge crush on conrad. Since they were kids. He never liked her back, never thought of her that way, but everyone knew that she was in love with him. And here he was bringing you to the one place she was at. One condition, conrad and you both decided to act as friends at cousins so he could break the news easily to her. So your mission was to act as just friends as possible.

“sorry about the whole belly situation.” conrad’s hand rested on your thigh his fingers tapping against your skin

“no, no. it’s okay i understand, you don’t want to hurt her.” you turned your head and smiled at him

“i promise i’ll tell her.” that was the last thing he said before pulling into the driveway behind steven’s car

You didn’t know what to expect. You felt as if he grew up with her his whole life that there had to be some sort of feelings he felt for her. To be honest you didn’t know what to think

When you both got to the front door of the house he looked back at you once more before entering. This was gonna be something for sure.

“hello!” conrad yelled throughout the house

“connie” laurel— who you have seen in pictures— walks around the corner from the kitchen and pulls him into a hug before turning to you “and you must be y/n! i’m so glad conrad found a friend at Brown.” she smiled at you “he keeps to himself too much.”

“laurel.” he let out a warning tone before footsteps from upstairs banged against the floor

“y/n!” steven yelled and ran down the stairs pulling you into a hug and then resting his arm over your shoulder “mom this is who i was telling you about.” it then hit her who you really were

“oh my you’re conrad’s-“ she was cut off by belly coming around the corner

“hey conrad.” she was pretty, so much prettier in person. it made you insecure to see how perfect she was and you weren’t, he looked like he belonged with her. steven felt you shift under his arm

“i’ll show you the guest bedroom.” you didn’t say anything but followed him upstairs and saw belly get on her tippy toes to hug your boyfriend

“is that y/n?” belly questioned stepping back and you lost sight of them only hearing them now

“yeah, yeah. steven and jere thought it was a good idea to invite her because she’s been really good friends with us.

“are she and steven a thing?” you looked at steven and he almost burst out laughing but put a hand over his mouth

“fuck no,” he responded laughing and you entered the guest bedroom

“i’m sorry about him,” he admitted as you put your stuff on the bed

“it’s for the best, i guess.” you softly smiled at him “i might just take a nap until dinner, it was a long drive.”

“are you sure? we were going to go surfing?”

“no i’ll just sleep.” he nodded before leaving the room and your insecurities and sadness stayed with you

Conrad checked on you before going surfing to see you sleeping and he didn’t want to bother you. So here he was sitting on his surfboard with jere and steven.

“was she okay?” he questioned

“you’re seriously asking that?” steven laughed

“man, you know she’s not okay. i know that and i haven’t even seen her.” jeremiah splashed water around and conrad looked down at a bracelet you made him on your 3 month anniversary

“dude how would you feel, put it into perspective. if she told you, you had to act as her friend around someone who was her childhood— put that in your head— a childhood friend who was a guy and had a crush on her and she told you just to be friends around him. how would you feel?” steven looked at him as conrad messed with the bracelet before looking up at his best friend

“i’m so shitty.”

“glad that got into your small brain.” steven scoffed. “she’s the best thing that’s happened to you since your mom's death, she has made all of us happy but you especially. don’t lose that con. because what i saw in the guest bedroom was an insecure girl scared her boyfriend was going to leave her.”

You walked downstairs softly hoping belly wasn’t down there. You didn’t know if you could handle trying to act in front of her. Walking into the kitchen Laurel was measuring stuff for dinner. She looked up and smiled

“hi, y/n. the boys are surfing you’re welcome to stay and help me or watch tv. whatever you want.”

“I’d love to help you if that's okay?” laurel seemed surprised no one has ever helped her with dinner

“i’d love that. could you chop the lettuce?” she pointed to it on the cutting board

“of course, let me wash my hands.” you washed your hands and sat down at the bar starting to cut the lettuce

“don’t worry, belly went out to meet up with some girls from last year's deb ball to the boardwalk, she shouldn’t be back for the next few hours.” laurel looked down at her phone, “life 360 says she’s there right now, you can relax.” your shoulders slumped down

“i’m sorry laurel, i just don’t know what to do. belly is in love with him and it’s just a lot.”

“steven told me that he’s making you act as friends?” you nodded

“i just agreed with him, i didn’t want to upset him. and i always wanted to visit here, he told me many stories of your families and susannah.” sadness reached her eyes when you said that name

“i’m glad you came. she would love you.” she moved some ingredients to the side leaning against the counter, “steven told me about you, i just didn’t know you were you when you walked in. he told me how he has never seen conrad like this before, the smiling and the happiness. his mom's death really affected him, it affected all of us but he had the worst.”

“yeah, he’s really great. i can see when his shield is up, the car ride here he was nervous. he doesn’t wanna hurt belly.”

“she will get over it, her and jeremiah are meant for each other. susannah has known from the start.” the back door opened and the guys walked in with towels, conrad looked amazing and you always melted when he didn’t have a shirt on “hey boys, dinner will be ready in like 2 hours, belly’s out with friends.” she said that last part looking at conrad and you turned to continue chopping the lettuce

“thanks, mom, love you!” steven yelled walking up the stairs and jere followed which left one body lingering

“i’m going to go grab something from my bedroom.” laurel made an escape. conrad leaned down into you and kissed your head, which he knew you loved

“just one night, okay baby?” you looked up and him and nodded “i’m really sorry.” the heat of his breath fanned your face

“is okay,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him and he grabbed the side of your face kissing you deeper before moving his head back

“i’m gonna tell her tonight, okay?” laurel came back down the stairs winking at you

“conrad go get ready for dinner.”

“yes ma’am.” he kissed you once more and took off upstairs

Dinner went okay. There wasn’t much talking going around the table. You sat next to conrad and belly was across from him. When you looked down at your plate you could feel her eyes on you and then on conrad. Steven talked most of dinner about his new job at the county club which everyone listened.

“so y/n, you have a boyfriend back home?” belly’s question made your head pop up and you put your fork down nervously

“um, no. really not much time for that stuff with class happening.” you shifted and conrad moved his hand to rest on your thigh

“well it seems you have enough time to hang out with three guys,” she said back

“belly.” laurel said making belly sit back

“no, no. she’s right.” you smiled at the girl “my last relationship was rough, so i took a break from dating. he wasn’t the best and ruined a lot of things for me.” you truthfully said and conrad’s hand rubbed you softly knowing your past relationship

“oh, well i’m sorry.” belly looked around the table at everyone looking at her

“y/n actually plays almost every instrument!” steven put his glass down he took a sip of trying to change the subject

Dinner didn’t go on long after that. Everyone helped clean up everything and put things up before dessert. You were in the guest bedroom grabbing a sweatshirt and the door opened slightly as you see your boyfriend step through the door and walked towards you

“hey,” he stood in front of you and put his hands on your arms “you okay?” you nodded but didn’t say anything “it’s going to be okay.” he brought you closer and wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead “look at me.” you lifted your head looking into his eyes “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he leaned down and kissed you softly but that didn’t last when a gasp came from the doorway and both of your heads looked to see belly standing there

“belly-“ conrad started to say but she cut him off

“um, dessert is ready.” she then hurried off

“i-“ he looked from you to the door then dropped his hands and took off after her making your heart drop

Of course, he would choose her. She’s the one that grew up with him his whole life. The one he got the see grown into a beautiful girl, prettier than you. She had a crush on him and was in love with him. There was no point, you felt like you were just a distraction at college, waiting for her.

You didn’t see where they went, and you didn’t go to the table for dessert. You took a walk down to the beach and down the shore before sitting down hugging your legs to your chest. As some tears went down your cheek. You didn’t want to be a second option.

You sat there for about 30 minutes before a body sat down next to you. And you knew it wasn’t your boyfriend but your best friend.

“he’s looking for you.” steven didn’t the same sitting position as you “belly’s pissed but you’re nothing compared to her, y/n.” you shook your head

“he ran after her,” you muttered into your arms

“to tell her that you were dating and didn’t want to hurt her.”

“i don’t know steven.” you looked at him

“i’ve never seen him the way he is with you. he’s happy, y/n. he talks about you 24/7 we have to ask him to shut up.” you softy laughed “he loves you. we have never seen him love anyone like you. he constantly texts me to ask me about you so he doesn’t seem a bother to you. he constantly tells us about the story of you guys meeting at the guitar store because he thinks if he didn’t find you after, he would be lost in his life. i have not seen a smile on him since susannah died, you brought it back.” you smiled down at the sand and steven’s phone went off with his ringtone for conrad

“i’ll answer.” you gestured towards the phone and he handed it to you and you swiped to answer

“steven, did you find her? fuck i’ve been looking everywhere man.” his voice cracked and you knew he was on the verge of tears “i need to find her-“

“conrad.” you stopped him and he let out s breath of relief

“y/n, baby. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i’m sorry, okay? i told her everything and she’s mad but i don’t care. i needed to be honest.” you heard a door close on his end “you left your phone here, you scared me when i came back to tell you, you weren’t here.”

“i needed some air, steven found me, i’m safe.” you smiled at steven “conrad i love you okay?” he chuckled

“i love you more, now please come home so we can have dessert.” you laughed

“on my way handsome.”

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edensdahlia · 11 months

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༊*·˚ Next Door Slut

CHARACTERS: Simon Riley x M! Reader (F! Reader here)

RATING: NSFW

CONTENTS: Civilian reader, male masturbation (solo + assisted), slightly possessive + jealous Simon, he’s your neighbor, mentions of smoking, reader is implied to have slept around, may be tense issues in the writing, protected sex (stay safe y’all), anal fingering, multiple orgasms, biting, brief mention of blood, praise, nicknames used: love, sweetheart

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Simon was trying to sleep- truly he was. Perhaps one of the least odd facts about the man concerned his sleeping schedule, particularly his fondness of early bedtimes. Maybe it was the remnants of being forced awake at ungodly hours of the morning or something simpler like the comfort found in routine. Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that it was you who was disturbing his much-needed rest- you and whatever guy you’d managed to pick up this time.

The apartment walls were made of shitty drywall and thin enough that they left no room for the imagination as your headboard banged noisily against the wall parallel to his bed. There was no rhythm to it, just sloppy, stuttering, sounds that matched the cadence of your moans. They were cheap, spilling from you easily with a pitch that was too high. Too fake. He could recognize the underlying falsity in them but that didn’t stop his shorts from tenting. His body acted before his mind could stamp down the rush of heat. It was annoying how easily you could rile him up without even trying; without knowing.

Simon ran a hand reluctantly over his arousal, hissing quietly. You let out another moan, this one higher than the last, a choking gasp of a name. From the sound of it, your voice was being muffled by pillows- and Simon could almost imagine it, the arch of your back, your mouth hanging open- and god it wasn’t fair. The way these men got to have you. You with your bright eyes and teasing smile.

This hadn’t been the first time you’d brought someone back to your apartment. Far from it in fact. He’d grown almost used to the sound of you lost in your pleasures, except he knew you didn’t take enjoyment in it. The moans you uttered now were only for the sake of the man above you, nothing like the ones you made when you were by yourself. When you thought no one could hear. But he did. Oh, Simon heard it every time, and without fail it landed him where he was now.

Hand fisting his cock, slick sounds joining with your moans. For a moment Simon let himself imagine it was him drawing those noises from you. Imagined it was him above you fucking you into the mattress, with nothing on your lips except his name. There was an added feeling lurking in his stomach, one that wasn’t spurred on by his overwhelming need to get off. One which he didn’t want to admit the existence of.

After all, you were just his neighbor who he occasionally spoke to. It was already embarrassing enough that he was sitting here stroking one out to you, he didn’t need his mind plagued by jealous thoughts of how much better he could treat you.

Simon shifted, his body burning as he dug his heels into his mattress and pressed his nail into his slit. It drew a strange guttural sound from him, one you mimicked in the form of a shaking whine as you came. Or pretended to at least. It wasn't fair. His hips canted upwards, and he came with a muffled groan, his spend coating his hand and the lower half of his shirt.

On the other side of the wall, it fell silent. Exhausted Simon used his shirt to clean his hand and then he pulled the material up and over his head, tossing it to the other side of his room. His head hit his pillows and it didn’t take long before his breathing went ragged and then slowed. The last thought on his mind was of your face twisted in pleasure below him.

♡ 。

There was a light breeze blowing through the compound and on any other day, it would have felt nice except it was hindering Simon’s ability to get his lighter to fucking work. Frustrated he thumbed the serrated metal wheel, hand cupped cautiously around the non-existent flame until finally, it sputtered to life catching the butt end of his cigarette.

Satisfied Simon drew in a long breath relaxing as he felt the first hit settle the restless jitter that seemed to reside deep in his bones. Exhaling slowly he began sorting through his mail, smoke curling lazily above his head.

“Late morning?”

The sound of your voice so close behind him had Simon tensing memories of last night flooding back to him full force. It hit like a punch to the stomach and had he been a lesser man he would’ve grimaced in shame from the knowledge of what he’d done. Instead, he flicked his gaze to you watching from the corner of his eye as you jammed your key into the mailbox next to his and turned it.

“You were loud last night. Could hear you through the damn walls.” Simon grunted returning his wandering gaze back to his mail but not before he saw the mortified look that passed your face. It satisfied something within him that he couldn’t put a name on. Your embarrassment at being caught tasted sweet in his mouth, like a reward.

Your mailbox slammed closed hurriedly the metallic bang! filling the silence momentarily. “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize.” You choked out. He watched as you retreated quickly your footsteps hurried.

Simon wasn’t sure what possessed him- maybe it was the unsatisfied feeling his orgasm had left him with or the building sense of jealousy he was finally admitting may be there- but he turned dropping the cig and stomping it out. His voice called after you in a low growl. “If it was me you wouldn’t have to pretend love.”

He watched as you stalled, shoulders hunching upwards towards your ears and then lowering just slightly. For a moment Simon thought you would run away but you turned gaze meeting his. “Who says I was pretending?” Your tone bordered on defensive, but there was a challenge hidden behind them. Lurking beneath the surface.

Simon’s mouth twitched the barest hint of a smile forming. That was the man he knew. Your embarrassment was delightful but the fire was what he longed for. He sought after the bite in your words if only so he could imagine smothering them with his mouth. Soothing away the edge in your voice with his skin pressed to every inch of you.

Every thought in his mind was consumed with the idea of ruining you and they only got worse as he approached, his face a portrait of lust. He stopped when you two stood side by side, arms just barely brushing, the warmth enough to send shivers up your spine.

“Prove it.”

The words were barely there, a low whisper that could have easily been mistaken for the wind. You shivered again but this time for a different reason as Simon continued past you, not even sparing a glance back. His words lingered in the empty space he had left behind; an open invitation to learn more about the man who until presently had been nothing more than a quick conversation.

♡ 。

Getting to his bedroom was a lot harder than Simon had initially expected. From the moment the door had closed behind you your mouth had been on him as if you were starving and he was the only thing that could satiate your hunger.

Simon would make sure that he was.

He couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you like this and hated the thought that some had. It made his hands itch, burning with the need to have them around something- the trigger of a gun, or the handle of a knife- anything to bring him that familiar sense of control. Neither were near so he dug them into the fat of your hips instead.

You stumbled through the hallway together teeth knocking as you kissed, fingers bruising skin from where you pulled at each other as if you both were trying to tear the other apart at the seams. Halfway through the door to his bedroom, your clothes were discarded, pulled off in a blur of wandering hands and impatient touches.

Simon pushed you back onto his bed so that your legs dangled just over the edge. It seemed almost perverse to think about how only mere hours ago he had laid there getting himself off to the sound of your moans. But God, he’d be lying if it didn’t get him harder still, especially when you were looking at him in a way that could only be described as sinful- mouth parted and swollen, eyes half-lidded as if he’d done more than kiss you stupid.

Everything you did was maddening. Terribly maddening. Simon rested his hands on either side of your face, his body bent over yours. Slowly he lowered himself down to his elbows. His tongue traced over the corner of your mouth, cleaning away a smear of blood that had found its way there, most likely his own doing. “I am going to ruin you.”

His mouth descended lower burning hot against your already flushed skin and you writhed as sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, his canines piercing the skin and coming away red. He licked them clean and you watched the slow bob of his Adam's apple. Your voice shook just slightly, “Is that a promise?” He nipped at your hip, hand sliding beneath the band of your underwear and slipping them down past your thighs.

Simon smiled against your skin. “I can promise that once I’m done with you no man will be able to satisfy you like me.” His voice was a low husk against the inner skin of your thigh, his eyes heady as they took in the sight of your exposed hole.

He gathered the pre from your leaking cock and slowly, experimentally pushed a finger into you and then a second picking up in pace as he fucked them into you. You squirmed as his other hand sought out your cock, grip firm as he stroked you at the same pace as his fingers.

“Simon-“ You huffed the stimulation growing to be too much. It’d been far too long since you’d had this kind of focus on you and it made your legs shake. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that it was his goal to get you there. He twisted his fingers in just the right way that had your head slamming back against the mattress a broken moan being ripped from your chest.

Despite your weak protests, Simon pulled away bringing the hand that was covered in your pre to his mouth, cleaning it off before smiling victoriously.

“Now that was real sweetheart- and I didn’t even have to use my cock.” He swiped his thumb across the head of your cock watching the way you twitched around his fingers, head falling to the side as you let out a small whimper in response. “God you’re breathtaking. How could those tossers not want this?”

“Most of them were drunk-“ You hedged, unsure why you were attempting to defend them. Simon wasn’t having that though. His hand latched back onto you and any thoughts of those other men died at the way his fingers began to work you open again.

It didn’t take long after that to reach your high. You came with a wrecked gasp of his name, grip tightening around the blonde curls on top of his head, your other finding his wrist and holding it in place. Simon gave you a minute to ride it out fingers fucking into you still albeit at a slower pace. Eventually, you relaxed your legs falling around his shoulders loosely, eyes fluttering closed.

The sound of tinfoil being ripped open brought your eyes back to his and then down to where he was rolling the condom onto himself. You held your breath as he slicked the length of him with lube. He was big. Bigger than you had expected.

Simon’s gaze was locked on yours as he resumed his earlier position bent over you. “You okay there sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, using one hand to push your leg up towards your chest and the other to guide himself slowly towards your entrance. You nodded, exhaling slowly.

“There you go love, breathe. I’ll go easy on you.” Simon murmured pushing forward his cock stretching you painfully as he entered inch by inch. He ran his nails up your side soothingly, occasionally stopping to trace over the already bruising bite marks he had left against your skin. His gaze seemed almost affectionate as he admired them.

Once he was sure you had adjusted to the size of him Simon pulled back dragging himself out of you slowly. It took everything in you not to sob as he slammed back into you, picking up a brutal pace that contradicted his earlier words and had you digging your nails into his bicep.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart-” Simon grunted pushing your leg down further against your chest, stretching it in a way that made it ache. His gaze tracked each expression on your face, each twitch of your walls around him. Enthralled with the way your moans spilled from your chest wrecked and shuddering- as if you couldn’t hold them in but were desperately trying to. If you would have opened your eyes you would have seen the almost affectionate look that crossed his face.

As it was you didn’t notice- far too consumed with the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you and your all too quickly approaching orgasm. And then he pushed your other leg up, joining your first one, and the new angle forced you over the edge. Almost blindingly quick your second orgasm took you. It was a dry orgasm your cock spent from the first but it sent shivers of pleasure up your body nonetheless. You sobbed as Simon pressed his face into your neck and continued his rough pace.

He could feel your hole squeezing him, sucking him in, your body twitching in his grasp. It was driving him crazy. He groaned lowly as you tugged at his hair forcing his gaze to your fucked out expression. “Cum f’me Simon.” You pleaded and who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? His hips stuttered against yours, his moan smothered against your mouth as he finally let himself tip over into bliss.

A minute passed and Simon removed himself from you slowly, leaving to toss the condom and returning with a wash rag. He wiped your flushed body down as best he could making sure to be gentle around the bruised bitemarks littering your skin.

“Well?” You murmured as he swiped the rag across your stomach.

“Well, what?”

“Do you think I was pretending with those guys?”

He hummed resuming his cleaning.

“I’m not sure. I think we’ll have to do this again.”

A/N: I just know my notes app is absolutely sick of me- the amount of drafts it has for this fic alone... I have no clue why but I just can’t stay in one document while writing :,) Anyway, if you got to this point thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a wonderful day! (≧∇≦)/ ♡

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xazse · 2 months

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Long blurb before I go to bed but thinking about suguru and Satoru with a hybrid KittyGirl!Reader

LISTEN THIS IS NASTY AND SATORU AND SUGURU ARE A LITTLE OOC AND MEAN! AND NOT PROOFREAD!!!! Some things may repeat

I’ll expand on this if y’all want

You are just too adorable constantly squeezing yourself in between them on movie nights or placing yourself dead on top of them even when it’s blazing hot, every attempt to gently nudge you off is met with a little anger and them eventually giving in to the cute expression you make, it’s your attempt to try to dominant them but you don’t realize you aren’t as fearful or scary as you think you are.

Suguru being the most non-childish owner means he has to take on the role of being “mean” as Satoru puts it, when you aren’t listening to either of them, just being a straight up brat he sometimes has to raise his voice, and of course it’s always a last resort! Him and Satoru hate that they have to do that but eventually when you realize how serious they are the waterworks start up. Satoru is immediately cuddling up to you and guiding you to the couch with Suguru in tow, they’re both cooing at you, and offering you small hugs and kisses, all they ask is for you to just listen.

Satoru won’t admit it but he kinda loves when you cry, it drives him wild when those tears fill your eyeline and come abruptly. It makes his cock twitch in a sense, he’ll guide you like always to sit on his lap and tell him all about it, of course he’s sympathetic towards you, but on a rare occasion he’ll start feeling you up lightly, giving you kisses and each kiss he’ll deepen and deepen, until he’s sucking on your tongue, making his poor girl all dizzy and horny.

Suguru’s guilty pleasure is when he’s really worked up in the moment with kissing, he’ll guide your head towards his nipple, it doesn’t take not even a minute before you’re wrapping your pretty lips around one and sucking lightly. He watches you like a hawk through lust lidded eyes, he finds his hands slipping into his sweats and squeezing his cock. You’re making a mess around his nipple, spit slowly making its way down his chest. Suguru begins stroking himself, making sure to pay extra attention to his tip. You notice the way his breathing picks up and your attempt to pull away is met with him pulling your head back to his nipple, you being horny and dumb go right back to sucking.

Satoru teases you by pulling on your tail to get a reaction when he’s really bored, he knows it’ll get you riled up enough to start play fighting with him, you’re biting and nipping at him and he is doing the exact same to you, Suguru steps in and tells you both to quit it, giggling silently when he turns his back and find you both getting quick hits on each other.

Suguru and Satoru love when you’re nice and pliant for them, easily spreading your legs for Suguru so he can finger your cunt, or you easily opening your mouth so Satoru can slowly push his cock in your mouth, he’s gentle at the start to prepare you to take him deeper. He’ll move so you can give attention to his fat balls, groaning lowly on how ur such a good girl for being so obedient.

Sometimes if you’ve been a little too much to handle Satoru and Suguru will do something you hate and love the most, Satoru will bend Suguru over in front of you, slowly pushing onto all fours and into an arch, pulling his pants down to expose his plump ass, You attempt to move towards them but Satorus sharp voice tells you no, and to stay put, he adds on that you aren’t allowed to touch yourself either. Satoru lines his weeping tip up with Suguru’s hole, slowly pushing himself in. They both groan in pleasure, making sure to emphasize just how good the stretch feels to you, Satoru can feel him twitching and needing more and more he’ll give. He begins slipping inside of him and pulling out but not all the way, his hips slam back down and Suguru moans lewdly.

After a while of Satoru fucking Suguru’s tight wet hole, they can see how needy you are, grinding your thighs together to relieve the aching of your pussy, this spurs Satoru on to speed up his pace, Suguru isn’t all there but he is open mouthed panting. You make a slight move, testing Satoru’s wrath, he’s purposefully ignoring you head on, he doesn’t say anything when you begin to move towards Suguru’s head. A Greedy little minx is what you are.

you lift up your pretty dress to expose your panties, a slight purr can be heard lowly coming from you, Satoru knows it’s your way of saying you give up and want attention, very badly. Suguru pulls your bottom half towards his face, spreading your legs as he wastes no time in pushing your sodden panties to the side and licking your cunt, he’s avoiding your clit to mess with you a bit, when you grab a fistful of his hair Satoru is quick to remove it immediately, you don’t get the option to have what you want.

A loud whine slips from your lips, when Suguru continues his assault on your cunt, he’s still torturing you by thinking your clit doesn’t exist. It’ll be a long night filled with tears.

When Suguru is angry he’ll use you like a damn ragdoll, flipping and pinning you down as he fucks his long cock Into your wet pussy, mewling, he’ll even grab the end of your tail and he knows that’ll drive you insane, it’s too sensitive for him to be grabbing with such great force. He wants your orgasm to hurt so bad, and it does, it hits you like a truck, he’s holding you down through it and still moving his hips nonstop. You do sleep so soundly after, looking so peaceful even sometimes drooling.

#zsworks #fem reader #gojo x reader #hybrid reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #suguru x female reader #geto suguru x fem!reader #satoru x female reader #satoru smut #Suguru smut #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk x fem!reader

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whats-amata-you · 6 days

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Alright y’all hear me out, but I kinda like this interpretation of the Kaiba brothers where they have to deal with the consequences of a very codependent sibling relationship. Not like in the “something happens to Mokuba and Seto has a crisis” kind way, but in the “Mokuba doesn’t know who the hell he is outside the context of being Seto’s little brother” kind of way.

Literally everything Seto ever did from the day Mokuba was born was toward the singular goal of Mokuba’s wellbeing. He sacrificed everything to give Mokuba better opportunities, a more stable home life, a better chance at happiness than Seto ever really had for himself. Seto even gave up huge swaths of who he himself was to work toward that goal. It was all for Mokuba.

But Mokuba was right there with him, the whole time, watching his brother suffer and doing everything in his power to protect him. Mokuba’s whole identity revolves just as much around Seto as Seto’s does around Mokuba.

And that’s fucked up all well and good when Seto’s a teenager and Mokuba hasn’t even hit puberty and only one of them is really taking on any serious adult responsibility. But imagine what that must be like when Mokuba grows up.

Imagine being 20 and as long as you can remember you’ve been worrying about keeping your older brother alive. Maybe he’s in late twenties or early thirties now, and life has finally forced him to either do the work of healing and moving on or else spiraling into self-destruction to the point that not even you can save him anymore. Maybe he’s married off and happy in his own life, or maybe he’s dead or missing and left you behind as his only heir to the family fortune.

And you’re just as completely, utterly lost either way because either way, he doesn’t need you the same way anymore. And on top of that, you realize you don’t really need him the same way anymore.

His routines aren’t yours anymore. His moods don’t set the tone for your whole day anymore. You don’t plan your life around him and his needs anymore.

So. What do you do when you’re suddenly cut loose and left adrift?

I imagine Mokuba floating through life a lot for his twenties, maybe into his thirties. He’s got no sense of direction or purpose without Seto being the center of it all. He realizes he doesn’t have to become a businessman like Seto and help run Kaiba Corporation, but doesn’t know what the hell else he might even want to do. Doesn’t even have a clue. He goes into business anyway because he knows he has to do something, but he doesn’t really enjoy it and it wears on him. He’s popular with women but can’t make a relationship last more than a few weeks; they keep fizzling out because he just doesn’t seem to have any ambition.

It’s super easy for Mokuba to see and acknowledge how Seto was always sort of his dad when they were kids, as well as his brother. Seto actively took up the role and wasn’t shy about saying so outright. But I don’t think either of them realizes quite as easily just how much Mokuba was parentified too, even from a very young age. Seto made Mokuba’s physical health and overall wellbeing his business on purpose, but Mokuba accidentally stumbled into providing a level of emotional support to Seto that no child should ever be responsible for. That kind of relationship would fuck anyone up.

I feel like an interpretation of them Kaiba brothers that had a Mokuba who ended up being rather directionless and having issues with his sense of who the hell he is after Seto’s inevitable Character Development one way or the other is worth exploring. People change over time, and if a fic is set a decade or more post-canon…idk, I just feel like Mokuba’s trauma deserves some serious exploration, too.

#long post #ygo #mokuba kaiba #seto kaiba #yugioh #yugioh dm #amata talks #idk I have thoughts right before bed

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garbinge · 1 year

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Earthquakes and Promotions

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bullets, war, shrapnel, earthquakes, injuries, blood, trauma, bruising. Light hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! More Tim and F!Nurse Reader!!! Altho... I think she might be changing careers soon...lol Hope y’all enjoy!

The Rookie Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @simrah1012

“Thanks for buying me lunch.” You looked up to Tim who was in his full patrol uniform.

“Next time you’re coming down to the food trucks by the station.” Tim said as he rested his arms on his work belt.

You let out a humorous breath and bumped your shoulder against him as you walked through the hospital halls. “I told you not to get a hot meal, you gotta stick with sandwiches or simple sides.”

Tim’s gaze moved over to you and his eyebrows raised and a small smirk grew on his face.

“But yea, next time I’ll come to the trucks. Things were just really busy in the ER today, lucky I was able to step away for 20 minutes.”

“What types of things you seein’?” Tim’s voice turned from normal to on edge.

“Just accidents, nothing LAPD needs to be worried about, I think I got one drug OD but no GSWs.” You explained knowing exactly what was happening in Tim’s mind.

Before he could answer there was a whooshing noise followed by the ground beneath them shaking. You both stumbled trying to find your footing as the land beneath you shifted and shook. A few non stationary items shifted places, carts rolling fast and slammed into walls. One managed to roll right into your abdomen, moving too quick for you to move out of its way. These hospital carts were easily 500 lbs with the computers and equipment on them, and the speed at which it came crashing into you, they could cause some real damage.

You yelled out in pain and pushed the cart against the wall behind you as Tim moved towards you and pushed you both into a doorway and on the ground.

While you were in pain, your torso throbbing from the cart, you called out to everyone who was in your vision.

“Everyone down!”

Tim looked up and did the same, “Cover your heads!”

His body hovered over yours, shielding you from anything falling above, his grip on your arms tight as you both ducked your heads in the doorway.

Shelves were falling over, dust and debris fell from the ceiling and everything was shifted and out of place, and when the shaking had finally stopped, that’s when the crisis kicked in. Voices and cries for help came from just about everywhere in the hospital once the ground settled. There was chance of an aftershock, but that was the last thing on people’s minds right now.

“You okay?” Tim said standing up and bringing you up with him, his grip still firm on your arms.

“Yea, just a bruise, nothing I can’t handle.” You turned around and gripped his arms just as tight back. It felt like minutes but you knew it was just a few milliseconds.

Tim was a first responder and you thrived in tactical medicine. While Tim knew you were hurt he also knew you wouldn’t consider it a priority in comparison to everything else, and you knew Tim wasn’t going to push you to get checked out right now, you were both going to put the job first.

All those thoughts happened within seconds, in the next second, you both looked at each other and nodded knowing you both had a job to do.

“I need to assess the ER, it’s going to be a madhouse.” You game planned with Tim.

“I can help here but depending on volume I’ll probably have to hit the streets, looting, accidents, all that.” You and him were now moving towards the trauma center bay.

You opened the doors and you clocked it, a mad house. Easily two dozen people, all injured and the staff were moving around assisting who they could. Taking in the scene you stood up on the check in desk and brought your fingers to your lips and a loud whistle echoed.

“Fractures, broken bones, dislocations to the left please!” A group of people shifted over to the side.

“What if you don’t know if it’s broken!” Someone called out.

“If you have any pain in your arms and legs move to the left please!” You answered them quickly and moved on to the next group.

“Lacerations, cuts, bruises right please!” Another group moved over quickly.

That left you with a group in the middle, this was probably the group with the worst injury, too out of it to understand or move, or internal issues.

“Marsha, attend to the left, prioritize based on pain scale and your discretion. Allen, take the right, prioritize head lacerations and deep cuts and anything NEAR an artery. David and Natalia, you’re helping me with the middle where pretty much everyone is a priority. Everyone else fill in where you can, stay alert, stay liquid.”

You moved down from the table and planted a quick kiss on Tim’s lips. “Love you, go be a hero.” And before he could respond you were moving to the middle section and getting people in beds and ordering tests and just honestly really succeeding in conditions that were set up for failure.

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The day was long, it was pretty much never ending. You lost track of time, you were probably well over your normal shift time but this was what they saved that overtime for. Not that it would have mattered or made a difference, you would have stayed regardless. The people of LA needed your help.

It was probably 2AM when things slowed down. You had attended to all the walk-ins, all the EMT emergencies, all the intake patients who were hurt and needed to be brought into the ER, all the trauma patients and even all the hurt employees. Which meant it was your turn.

You ached your way up onto the gurney, lifting your scrub top up to show the large bruise that expanded from your abdomen and a little on your lower chest.

“It’s a minor crush injury, probably a bruised rib and pelvis.” Marsha, the nurse on your team who also stayed overnight spoke as she assessed your wound. “We should do a CT scan and MRI to be safe, it’ll be covered under the hospital since you were injured on the job.” She explained knowing you were about to come up with excuses.

“Covered or not, order the tests.” Tim’s voice alerted both of you.

“I’ll go put the order in.” Marsha excused herself with a smile and nod, leaving you and Tim in the ER.

“It looks worse than it feels.” You pulled your scrubs down and moved off the gurney as Tim walked closer to you.

“Tell me that when we’re home and you can’t sleep because the pain is keeping you up.” He brought you into a hug, his hand cupping your head and his other hand rubbing up and down your back.

“This is new.” You pulled your head out of the hug and looked up at Tim, using your right hand and thumb to slightly move over his forehead where a cut was dried up and bruised.

“Got punched by someone.”

You frowned, shocked that Tim had let someone catch him with his guard down.

“Looters, one of ‘em put up a fight, not a big deal.” He shrugged and nodded for you to jump back up on the gurney. “C’mon, take a beat.”

“Must’ve been a hell of a fight. Let me clean it?” You asked him, looking up to his face.

“Tell me what to grab.” He nodded and moved to the cabinets next to the gurney.

“First and third shelf. Butterfly bandage, gauze, and saline.” You ordered him.

“No alcohol?” He looked over his shoulder at you.

“Can’t scar that pretty face.” You smirked. “We aren’t overseas at war anymore, I can treat you properly now.”

Tim brought up a chair so he was sitting in front of you. “No more ziplock bags filled with bottled water to clean cuts?”

“Or taking my shirt off to wrap around your injuries as a makeshift bandage.” You poured a couple drops of saline over his cut and took the gauze to catch the leftover.

With his eyes closed, he spoke up. “Hey, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

You stayed silent, a small smile forming on your face but with Tim’s eyes closed he couldn’t tell. Which is why he opened the eye that wasn’t being treated to gauge your response.

“Easy, officer. Flirting with your RN can get you into some trouble.” You placed the butterfly bandage over his brow and leaned back when you were done.

“And what about flirting with my wife?” He leaned back himself.

“Different kind of trouble.” You teased him and he laughed.

“You know, you handled this morning well. Gave good orders. Prioritized properly. Reminded me of when I met you.” Tim said as you waited for Marsha to come back.

“When I yelled at you to stop standing there and get your hands dirty?”

“And then took your shirt off to bandage my abdomen.” He teased.

“And then yelled at you to stay with me.” You retorted back.

“Yea, lot of yelling.” Tim nodded.

“Hey, the bomb went off pretty close, most of it was noise-induced hearing loss.”

“Technically that wasn’t the first time we met.” Tim stood up now and his head moved to indicate for you to move over a little so he could sit next to you.

“We met at briefing.” You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

His head fell on yours, “Didn’t say anything to you but–”

“You wouldn’t stop staring.” You chuckled.

Tim laughed back, “No. I couldn’t.”

There was a silence between you two for a while, your hand dancing around his as you waited.

“I’ve been thinking.” Tim said, his head was still leaning on yours. “Maybe you should move back into tactical medicine.”

“Like paramedics?” You frowned.

“Yea or maybe a TEMS officer.” He shrugged, you felt it as your head lifted.

“Like SWAT?” You asked him, still confused. “I’m not LAPD, don’t think that’s possible.”

“You have tactical training from being in the Marines, you’re a RN in the emergency and trauma department, and I could get Sergeant Grey to put in a word, two Sergeants recommendations plus your experience, and some training, you’d be golden.” Tim explained.

“Two Sergeants?” You lifted your head up and turned to him. His smile grew and he looked down before looking back at you. “Apparently Grey was going to tell me this afternoon but everything happened so he told me on the way out. About 30 minutes ago.”

Your jaw dropped and your grip on Tim’s hand tightened, a squeal left your mouth and you hugged him, despite the pain you were in. “So that means when I call you Sarge it’ll actually be true.” You beamed.

“It will.” He nodded shyly, “It is.” His eyebrows raised and another shrug fell off his shoulders.

“It’s well deserved.” You moved your hand up to his cheek.

“I’m serious about you becoming a TEMS officer.” He looked into your eyes. But before you could respond Marsha’s voice caused both of you to turn towards her.

“We can take you to get the tests now, I rush ordered them, figured you’d want to get home sooner rather than later.” Masha said with a smile.

You turned back to Tim, knowing this was a larger conversation to be had.

“Go, I’ll be here waiting.”

You got up from the gurney and stared at Marsha who had the wheelchair in her hands.

“Hospital policy.” She knew exactly what you were thinking.

With a sigh, your shoulders fell and you collapsed into the wheelchair and sunk into it fully relaxed with a smile and gave Tim a quick wink.

“I’ll see you soon, Sarge.”

#The Rookie #The Rookie Fanfiction #The Rookie Fanfic #Tim Bradford #Tim Bradford Fanfic #Tim Bradford Fanfiction #Tim Bradford x Reader #Tim Bradford x F!Reader #Tim Bradford x You #Nurse!Reader

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isackwhy · 18 days

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ISAACWHY HEADCANONS BOTH NSFW AND SFW

my time to shine.

isaacwhy sfw hc’s!!!

i fully believe this man is terrified to flirt

like i blame all the homeschooling he’s so sociable normally but just buckles up w flirting

unless he’s drunk

so w that i think he’d easily fall for a best friend

someone he gets more comfortable with but also more head over heels for

kinda makes it easier to flirt in the long run tbh

okay enough i’m too high i’m going too in depth w that LOL

even after you guys start dating he gets ten times bolder when he’s drunk

that’ll be more detailed in nsfw dw dw

loves play wrestling w you

like no matter or tall or body type this man will try and gently body slam you onto a bean bag

does that fake punching shit w the “ugh! agh!” noises behind you when ur editing or cooking or looking at something in the store

also bluetooth humps u

it’s embarrassing the amount of times he’s done it in the middle of target and people have spotted it as you swat him away

isaac laughs everytime as soon as they’re gone while u just sulk

here’s a quick take: if ur both content creators and known best friends when u start dating, i feel like at some point one of y’all would let it slip OR u drop one too many hits and the ppl catch on

y’all would want it to be private but not like secret. u would mention that u arent single every so often and he’d slip into a podcast one day but never directly state it

until a slip up on stream when u we’re playing a horror game and he came into your room to scare you

you yelped, headphones falling off

once your heart stops beating you let out a whined, “babeeeee….”

he stops laughing first

it’s only then u realize what u did

and then boom everyone knew

he posted a lot of pics of u before but now he’s reposting ur ig posts to his stories. posting selfies of u two on his story. (w his face covered ofc)

nsfw hc’s now >:)

i remember vividly during one of the podcasts that willy said isaac is the freakiest. it was under his breath and i remember isaac just going “wha—“ BUT I REMEMBER IT

w that said…..choking, a mix of praise and degradation, marking you….like he goes IN w that

he’s like got your legs in the air doing what he has to do with his hand around your neck, curls slightly sweaty, toned abs shining under the light

“you’re doing so fucking good baby. you like this? you like the world knowing you’re a good slut?”

EEP okay

the next day your whole neck is purple. his back and biceps are scratched up and u are being bullied by your friends

“they’re mad they didn’t get laid last night!” isaac yells

after u guys announce ur dating and someone even spots what could be a hickey on ur neck it floods into the chat and thank god for ur mods bc u are not addressing how ur bf was pounding ur shit and then went to play clash of clans after

now….when he’s drunk.

he had just filmed that drunk lethal company video w yumi and larry

downed far too many shots of vodka

he gets up and plops onto the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist

“you okay there?” you laugh, moving some of his curls so u can see his face

his eyes are glazed over but a goofy smile works it’s way across his face

next thing your know he’s inching towards your thighs, kissing them and then trying to separate them to get to your core

“isy. you’re drunk.”

“hmmm? i think i’m still sober enough to make you cum.”

“hmph no. you’re drunk.”

he pouts and climbs on top of you

he leans down and rests kisses all over ur face, trailing to your neck, whispering ‘please’ between every kiss

“no. when ur sober” you push him away with a laugh

he gives in, very excited to wake up sober

as soon as your eyes flutter open there’s kisses along your jawline and a wide eyed isaac in your face

“i’m sober.”

but when you’re BOTH like any sort of intoxicated

by golly

it’s very rare you two find yourselves at a party but when you do and you’re both taking shots and then running to the sesh circle and then getting more shots

first, you’re holding onto each other so you don’t fall

second, your hands are all over his biceps while his keep trailing under your shirt or around your stomach

ur walking around to find nick. the only one who didn’t drink. because you guys are impatient and like need each other like now

he takes you guys back to the house and goes back to keep an eye on the other guys

meaning. y’all have the house to ur selves

lord do u take that to ur advantage

you don’t even make it to the bedroom. you stumble into the living room and before the front door is even closed your lips are attached to his

you’re both stumbling as you kiss until the back of your legs hit the couch and he falls on top to you

“i was so very tempted to just fuck you in the bathroom of that house,” you laugh between kisses, words slurred with adrenaline and alcohol

“well—now—weee have the house to ourselves,” isaac slurs as well, his hands sliding down your bottoms and pulling them and your underwear down swiftly

“nuh uh! you too mister!” you giggle as you drunkenly tug at his pants

he complies ofc duh

lots of drunk mumbles of i love you are exchanged. his head in the crook of your neck as you fuck on his couch 🫡

he’s whines a lot more when he’s drunk too like he whines when he’s sober but it gets louder when he’s drunk and u love it sm omfg

i barely write for nsfw so if it’s ASS i apologize

#isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy #tgc x reader #the group chat podcast x reader #the group x reader #the group chat

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pupkashi · 11 months

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picnics

in which mother nature decides picnics are no good without a little rain

a/n: hi hi ! how are you all? i hope well <3 sorry for taking literal months to get to this request i hope you’re still around to find this anon !! let me know what y’all think :]

wordcount: 1,230

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there’s a sort of deeply romantic aspect about picnics. a plush blanket beneath you, reaching only so far before the blades of grass peak over, tickling at your legs if you don’t scoot in closer. there’s a small array of foods and snacks splayed infront of the two of you, the basket you’d bought only 30 minutes ago overflowing with sweets that your lover had bought in a haste.

“we have to go fast! what if someone takes our spot!” satoru had cried out, loading your shopping cart in a frenzy of moves before rushing you to the self checkout. you kept up as best you could, his much longer legs making significantly larger slides than your smaller ones, almost jogging to stay next to him.

“it isn’t that serious” you laughed, slowing down to catch your breath before he turned to look at you, his mouth falling open.

“this is our romantic spark we are talking about! the spontaneous-ness of our relationship!” you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling as you agreed with him and walked with him to self checkout, loading the car up and heading to the park you were currently at.

“this is nice” you smiled, your head in satoru’s lap as he finished off the last chocolate covered strawberry, humming in agreement before wiping his hands and smiling down at you.

“didnt i pick such a great spot?” he’s grinning at your nod of approval, relishing in the way the sunlight bathed your body. your hair was messed up from the wind, but he thought it made you more charming.

you sat up, crossing your legs and letting out an ‘oomph’ sound when satoru practically threw his head in your lap, looking at you with bright eyes behind his sunglasses.

“play with my hair?” he asked, already fluttering his eyes closed before you answered, knowing you’d never refuse him.

“course angel boy” you replied, your hands finding their way to his snowy locks, easily carding through the soft strands. “you’re so pretty” you whisper, gojo’s ear peeking up at your compliment.

“you’ve been using my shampoo haven’t you?” you accuse, causing one of his eyes to open and look at you.

“conditioner too” he quipped, grinning as you smacked his chest, “ow!” he groaned, you only scoffed at him, hitting him again and causing a smile to form in his lips.

“as if that hurt at all you wimp!” you laughed. watching as he sat up, a pout replacing his smile.

“you wound me with your words, lover of mine” his face falling for dramatic effect, you can’t stop the laughter that shakes your whole body, throwing your arms around satoru as you continue laughing loudly.

gojo doesn’t struggle, easily falling on his back and laughing along with you, wheezes and squeaks soon being the only noises heard from the two of you.

then, a bolt of lightning, a loud crack and boom. the two of you staring at each other, then the food infront of you, and locking eyes again.

it’s too late when you both reach for the food, fat raindrops falling quickly and relentlessly on both of you and the food.

“the candy!” satoru cries, reaching for it and shoving it in the basket, closing it and trying to shield it from the pouring rain.

he glanced over at you, deciding in that moment he cared about nothing else but you.

you who was smiling and giggling as the rain soaked your clothes, your hair sticking to your face, droplets of water running down your neck when you turn to look at your lover, laughing when you see the small frown on his lips.

“your theatrics caused this” you accuse teasingly, laughing when gojo smiled back at you, throwing his head back in laughter.

he’s living up to his pet name in that moment, the white hair sticking to his forehead, strands soaking and dripping water, there’s a droplet on his nose bound to fall any second. his black tshirt is sticking to his skin, you can see the soft outline of his muscles when he flexes a bit, abs visible if you stare just a bit too much.

it’s not long before he’s taking his phone out, playing stupidly romantic music and yanking you up to stand.

“we have to dance in the rain!” he speaks excitedly, practically glowing as he leads you to the beat of the music, the two of you laughing at the comments the other makes.

there’s another loud clap of thunder that has you jumping, your head hitting Gojo’s nose.

“oh my god sorry!” you cry out, taking a hold of his chin and making him face you, making sure he wasn’t bleeding, breath hitching at how gorgeous he looked.

“staring at my pretty face?” he grins, eyes glinting when your hand moves from his chin to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“who said you had a pretty face to stare at?” there’s a lilt to your voice, you’re biting back a smile and he knows it.

“oh i dunno, just this very beautiful person i go on spontaneous picnics with” he smiles, his hands shaking around your waist and pulling you close, the rain still going strong as he crashes his lips onto yours.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, when another clap of thunder causes you to jump, biting down on his bottom lip.

the two of you pull away, satoru laughing at the concern etched in your features, assuring you he’s fine, chasing your lips for more kisses.

the two of you end up in the car with drenched clothes, soggy candy and a dripping wet blanket, a satisfied sigh leaving either of your guys’ lips as the warm air hit your bodies.

“fun picnic” you laughed, watching as gojo reversed out of the parking spot, his hand places behind your headrest, his muscles practically straining against the wet t shirt.

“much more wet than i anticipated” he smiled, “but fun” a dazzling smile on his face as he drove home, the two of you hurrying in under the still pouring rain, rushing to change out of your wet shoes and drenched clothes.

“i heard it’s good to take a warm bath after getting caught in the rain” satoru speaks, “especially with your amazing awesome pretty boyfriend” a grin on his face as he takes his shirt off and throws it in the washing machine alongside your clothes.

“who said that?” you question, a brow raised as you slip on one of satoru’s t shirt and some clean shorts.

“experts say” he confirms, a much to believable look on his face that has you smiling.

“does this expert happen to be the ‘awesome amazing cute boyfriend’ in question?” you’re almost standing chest to chest now, he smiling down at you as he nods.

“pretty boyfriend” he corrects, “maybe we should check and make sure my idea is correct” mischief and excitement swirling in his bright eyes as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“in the name of science of course” you state, already walking to the restroom.

“of course” he beams, hot on your heels, his heart growing in size as you look back at him, bright smile on your face and a look of love on your face.

#not proof read we die like men #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru drabble #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x reader fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff

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ssturniolo · 9 months

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Late night swims

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - during a late night swim, Matt confesses his feelings.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - confessions, one swear word, kissing, I think that’s it? (Not proofread)

𝔞/𝔫 - based off of the Belly and Jere pool scene. Request was originally sent to @thetriplets3

Night swims have always been something that acted as an escape for you. Something that you could always rely on to make you feel comfortable. Safe.

That’s why when the clock hit 1:30 am, and you still weren’t asleep, you decided to go for a swim. Nothing was necessarily bothering you, you simply just couldn’t turn your head off long enough to get some sleep.

Slipping on your swimsuit, you grab a towel and tiptoe out of your summer house, and pad over to the pool.

Not bothering to dip a toe in, you dive, weightlessly gliding through the water.

After a couple laps, you come up for air, startled to see Matt sitting at the edge.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, already lowering himself into the water.

“Not at all” you say, ducking back under the water, pushing yourself to the bottom.

Feeling a hand grab yours under the water, you open your eyes to see Matt directly in front of you. Resurfacing, you rub your stinging eyes with your free hand.

Opening your eyes to meet his, you grow nervous at his serious expression.

“Y/n” he starts, taking your other hand in his.

“Hm?” You hum in response confused as to why he seems so nervous.

“I know you have a thing for Chris, I see the way you look at him. But… but when will you see that I’m the only one that’s stuck by your side, the only one that’s never hurt you, betrayed you. When will you see that I love you?” He lets out, breaking his eyes away from yours.

Sighing, you smile shyly at his confession. “And when will YOU see that I’ve never liked Chris. When will you see that I love YOU too” you say, your cheeks flushed in the dim porch light.

Meeting your eyes once again, Matt cups your cheek in his hand, smashing his lips against yours. Wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands move to your hips pulling you as close as possible.

Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, you twist your fingers in his messy, wet hair.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Matt has always been your best friend, your wingman, so when feelings started to develop, it scared the shit out of you. Because of that, you had pushed yourself away and started hanging out with Chris more, causing Matt to believe you like him.

But none of that matters anymore. Pulling away to catch your breath, you smile.

“Last one in is a rotten egg” you chant, pushing off Matt in the direction of your towel.

“Oh it’s on” he says, laughing at your childish words.

Everything about this night was perfect. The way the water ran through your hair, how easily you cut through the water, the peacefulness of the night, but most of all how Matt was beside you for all of it.

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Ik it’s short but I hope y’all like it! :)

XOXO - Zoe

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Last Twilight Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, August tried to make up with Day after standing him up on their date. Aon also showed up that day and mentioned that he is participating in a race with his new girlfriend. Day and August started practicing together, making Mhok a bit jealous. August organized a surprise party for Day with the rest of the badminton folks and kissed Day. Unfortunately, August only sees Day as a friend and walked off. Mhok confronted August and then took Day to a rooftop where he then kissed Day as well.

Oh hell yeah! I am so glad we’re not skipping over the kiss aftermath. Mhok is his caregiver, so this is going to immediately change things.

I love Porjai. Got her all worked up just to tell her what she already knew. These two are my favorite exes of the year.

“I didn’t say it.” Well he’s technically not lying.

This show is excellent. August is leaving, so we’ll deal with his mess and then eject him in the first part!

Despite being mad at August last episode, I’m really glad these two get closure. Friend break ups are worse than romantic ones.

They used “delulu” as a translation! Who is on the sub team for this show?? I want to send them flowers!

“That’s so fast.” I love Gee.

“About last night…” Don’t get me started, y’all.

Alright. That rejection in the car hurt my feelings.

Ope. I’m back. Day told on himself and Mhok is back in the game.

Mhok fixed the headband. I love you and your unsubtle metaphors, Aof.

Okay, I love Mhok blaming the shoes August picked for them not being able to sync.

I’m glad Sea is actually an athlete, so he doesn’t have to fake a cramp.

Night definitely notices how comfortable these two have gotten with each other.

This bed scene was probably super easy for them. Sea is always falling asleep easily on set.

OMG they’re stayin gat Mhok’s place before the event.

Porjai said, “Really, in front of my sardine salad?”

Namtam is actually so good. I like the way she uses her eyes.

Mhok planted jasmine at his house!!

She’s naming the baby Mee because Mhok has been practicing reading the book! I’m going to explode.

This show is doing a great job of making me miss Rung.

We have hit on a rare trope I love: Two people who are working out their feelings for each other are sharing a bed and hearing others go at it through the walls.

I’m glad we’re seeing more of Night. Mark is so good at communicating without saying much.

Oh, Day, don’t read too much into that conversation. Mhok’s friend is just looking out for him.

Shoot your shot, Porjai!

I am with Mhok. That’s enough games. Let’s make it clear.

Aof, please continue to be unsubtle. I love you.

Porjai and Night begins! Look at me rooting for hets in BL again.

I’m gonna lose it. Mhok is acting out Aon’s proposal for Day.

I see we were having too much fun. Let’s crank up the angst.

Look at them trying to assuage us with this PPL.

Beach trip next week! This was a lovely episode. It’s so smooth.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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stinkypeanutbutter · 5 months

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sbg sleepover hcs because I’m silly

Aiden brings a butt ton of junk food. Tyler balances it out with the healthy crap so they don’t get diabetes.

With a LOT of bargaining, and I mean a lot, they come up with hairstyles for Ashlyn. It’s only rarely she gives in, but it makes the sleepover worth while.

sleeps at Aidens house the most just cause it’s huge, and huge means lots of hiding spaces, and it also means getting lost easily (Taylor)

they have like scheduled calendars for each movie night on who gets to choose. It goes in some kind of order depending on who went first last time.

Aiden and Taylor choose the horror or drama movies, Tyler goes for comedy, believe it or not. Logan goes for any genre of sci - fi or fantasy (he also loves doctor who) , ben likes to put on musicals ( bless him) , and ash doesn’t have a preferred taste, but she really likes disaster movies ( and comedies with Tyler sometimes. Taylor also loves kids movies like trolls, MLP, uhhh idk any 😭)

aiden also puts on the weirdest things he could find. Put on human centipede once, got banned from picking movies for the next 4 nights

dinner ? They just order pizza or burgers. If they’re feeling adventurous, they make something together ( 60/40 chance of succeeding )

Probably do contests and play random board games. Aiden has a ton of them because he would play in his sad little room against himself when he was feeling energetic. ( help )

Tyler forgets his crap sometimes, so he just borrows from the others like a loser

They tell spooky stories at like 11pm just so when the clock hits twelve they drop down and become paranoid about everything

despite not speaking, Ben tells the best scary stories and it’s hilarious cause he’ll go out of his way and plant some fake audios around the house ( or ARE they ? 😦 )

ashlyn would keep her braids in no matter what, even if they keep getting stepped or rolled on or pulled or -

sleeping ? They plan on staying up after 12 ofc, but when they do fall asleep it’s kinda a mess . Ben sleep like he’s about to be dropped into his grave, at least so he’s able to react quick enough to whatever might be bad in the area . Logan sleeps like a caterpillar in its chrysalis stage , unless with the group , then he kinda just lays on his side if he’s comfy . Tyler likes sleeping on his stomach cause he’s afraid something might punch a hole through it again, so just in case . . Taylor hugs things in her sleep. Don’t matter who, just be her stuffed animal for a while and she’ll let you go and roll on her side. Aiden has a similar issue. But he only does this cause he never really had anything to actually cuddle up on besides his pillow so. . he’ll hug on to whoever is closest ( Ash or Ben ) . They don’t mind it , I mean Ash gets trapped but she’ll deal with it later. If no one is around or close enough, he’ll just curl up into a little ball like he did when he was younger ( habit ).

Pancakes in the morning let’s gooo !!!!!!! Most of them collectively use a bunch of whipped cream . I mean , who doesn’t ? Lame - o’s. Aiden likes to see how many pancakes he can stack on top on eachother before it falls

No pancakes ? Cereal it is . Ash likes Frosted Flakes cause of the texture, and how they don’t crunch as loud when you chew em. Plus, they’re tasty. Taylor got them captain crunch and lucky charms. Tyler likes Honey Nut Cheerios cause he’s basic , but can’t resist honeycombs . . Cause he’s still basic . ( They slap tho idc what y’all say 🫠 ) Logan prefers fruity pebbles ( me fr ) or cinnamon taste crunch . Ben doesn’t eat too much cereal, but he likes rice Krispys cause their soft on his throat. Aiden likes whatever, he’s probably gonna add random crap in it anyway lol

that last part wasn’t really a sleepover headcanon but uhms ignore that 😅😅😅😿

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edensdahlia · 11 months

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༊*·˚ Next Door Slut

CHARACTERS: Simon Riley x F! Reader (M! Reader here)

RATING: NSFW

CONTENTS: Civilian reader, male masturbation, slightly possessive + jealous Simon, he’s your neighbor, mentions of smoking, reader is implied to have slept around, may be tense issues in the writing, protected sex (stay safe y’all), vag. fingering, oral (f! receiving), multiple orgasms, biting, brief mention of blood, praise, nicknames used: love, sweetheart

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♡ 。

“Late morning?”

Simon’s mouth twitched the barest hint of a smile forming. That was the woman he knew. Your embarrassment was delightful but the fire was what he longed for. He sought after the bite in your words if only so he could imagine smothering them with his mouth. Soothing away the edge in your voice with his skin pressed to every inch of you.

“Prove it.”

♡ 。

Simon would make sure that he was.

Slowly, experimentally he pushed a finger into you and then a second picking up in pace as he fucked them into you. You squirmed as his mouth found your clit but he held you steady, his other hand pressed down on you with an almost unnatural amount of strength.

Despite your weak protests, Simon pulled away just slightly smiling victoriously, his mouth covered in your slick. Not that he seemed to mind.

“Now that was real sweetheart- and I didn’t even have to use my cock.” He swiped his thumb across your clit watching the way you twitched around his fingers, head falling to the side as you let out a small whimper in response. “God you’re breathtaking. How could those tossers not want this?”

“Most of them were drunk-“ You hedged, unsure why you were attempting to defend them. Simon wasn’t having that though. His mouth latched back onto you and any thoughts of those other men died at the way his fingers began to work you open again.

It didn’t take long after that to reach your high. You came with a wrecked gasp of his name, grip tightening around the blonde curls on top of his head holding him in place. Simon gave you a minute to ride it out fingers fucking into you still albeit at a slower pace. Eventually, you relaxed your legs falling around his shoulders loosely, eyes fluttering closed.

The sound of tinfoil being ripped open brought your eyes back to his and then down to where he was rolling the condom onto himself. You held your breath at the sight. He was big. Bigger than you had expected.

As it was you didn’t notice- far too consumed with the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you and your all too quickly approaching orgasm. And then he pushed your other leg up, joining your first one, and the new angle forced you over the edge. Almost blindingly quick your second orgasm took you, and you sobbed as Simon pressed his face into your neck and continued his rough pace.

He could feel your pretty cunt squeezing him, sucking him in. It was driving him crazy. He groaned lowly as you tugged at his hair forcing his gaze to your fucked out expression. “Cum f’me Simon.” You pleaded and who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? His hips stuttered against yours, his moan smothered against your mouth as he finally let himself tip over into bliss.

“Well?” You murmured as he swiped the rag across your stomach.

“Well, what?”

“Do you think I was pretending with those guys?”

He hummed resuming his cleaning.

“I’m not sure. I think we’ll have to do this again.”

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piss-pumpkin · 2 months

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🕷️restless nights🌑

Douce amere chapter 14, (older)Dipper pines x reader, ~4.1k words Prev Masterlist

Quick tw- gets a little angsty at the end. But like y’all probably knew that was coming.

Sleeping at the mystery shack seemed to be the only cure. Each night spent outside of its walls yielded a worse nightmare than the last. Shadows that swallowed and ate you, creatures out of creepypasta stalking you, your friends dying, your brain had it all.

It only took twice more for you to crack, text dipper in the night and go sleep at the shack, much to Mabel’s annoyance when you woke her up getting in. The nightmares always seemed to fade in the attic, next to Dipper. So how could you mind? It was an excuse to stay over there more. Aunt Susan didn’t mind. It’d seemed like you found a refuge.

And how could you complain? You spent night after night burning through mystery thrillers with Dipper under the blankets, always smiling when he was able to guess the ending.

On the second night in a row you stayed there, you both finished the book you started with him, the mystery story with the two brothers, and their detective partner. And it broke broke both of your hearts when, just after the partner and the brother got together, the partner betrayed him. Ending in the death of Dippers favourite character.

You and Dipper gasped together when you read those lines, waking Mabel up, much to her annoyance. In truth you were mostly shocked that the page turning, quiet comments, and flashlight weren’t enough to do it.

As she complained, Dipper mumbled, “hey, we’re grieving here!” To her across the room.

It didn’t take much for her to grumble and roll over, quickly falling back asleep.

You made a dramatic show of leaning your head on Dippers shoulder. “I hate that you were right,” you sighed.

“I wish I wasn’t,” he responded hollowly. Guess he was really into it too. “I don’t think this was necessary.”

You slithered and squinted around, filled with restless energy, properly woken up by the tragic ending. “I guess it’ll be just him and the other brother at each others throats in the next one, huh?”

Dipper nodded, “It won’t be as good without my favourite.”

You gently patted his back, nodding along.

”Y/n, he was my boy,” he complained, nearly whining. He leaned his head back to bang it against the headboard, earning another groan from Mabel.

“Dip,” you sighed, “I know. It’s a grieving time.”

”For the love of fuck, please grieve quieter,” Mabel shot.

Dipper groaned, and you sighed yet again. “Fine, fine,” you whisper-yelled across the room. You lightly grabbed Dippers arm, and shook it a little. “Come on, kitchen,” you said simply, rolling out of the bed.

He looked up at you bitterly where you stood, refusing to move, and crossing his arms. The book was discarded on the sheets beside him now. He was almost pouting.

You sighed, raising your brow and offering a hand. Wordlessly, you gestured with you head towards the door, and then with your eyes at Mabel.

Not without grumbling, he accepted your hand, clasping you at the forearm.

You smirked. With one fatal motion, you heaved him off the bed, sending him tumbling forward, feet hitting the ground running. One of the blankets came falling after him.

He let out a startled yelp, and Mabel quietly snickered. You could faintly hear her murmur a small ‘deserved’ under her breath as she rolled over under the covers again.

You released Dippers arm and slithered your hand down to lace your fingers together as you led him out of the room. His hand quickly squeezed yours in response.

You shut the door behind you as you left. When you were alone in the attic foyer, Dipper lightly head butted you. His forehead landed between your shoulder blades. “You’re just salting my wounds, Y/n,” he muttered.

You smiled softly at the floor, and turned around. Your hands easily found their way to his waist, even in the dim light of the moon through window. Now it was your turn to rest your forehead on him, leaning on his chest. “We deserve snacks after an emotional ordeal such as this, Dip.”

”Ugh, when are you ever wrong,” he muttered, resting his chin on your head.

“I can still hear you fucks!” You heard fairly from the bedroom.

You snickered. Dipper giggled. And you pulled apart to go down the stairs.

The kitchen wasn’t amazingly stocked. Mostly ingredients, less snacks. And the shelves were half full of Stan’s apocalypse prep meat, which Dipper advised to avoid at any cost.

Scrounging around in the back cupboards yielded a half empty bag of chips and a box of graham crackers. Good enough, you supposed. You sat on the counter beside the stove, tearing into a pack of the crackers. “I just can’t believe his partner would do that to him. His boyfriend, at that.”

Dipper stood beside you, leaning in the counter with his elbows. “What I can’t believe is that the authors would just kill off a main character like that in the first book!” He said, whisper yelling. He angrily crunched a chip.

“Bold move, bold move,” you nodded, eating a cracker of your own. Then a chip. Trades. As you reached into his bag, he reached into yours.

“I hope the next books aren’t boring without him,” Dipper whined.

“I’m willing to hear the authors out on this one,” you mused, kicking your feet back and forth. “It could be good character development, and it definitely raises the stakes.”

”But at what cost,” Dipper said, looking over at you dramatically.

…

On another, similar night, You, Dipper and Mabel were cramped together on the couch, watching the worst Gravity Falls horror movies on the ‘used to be about history channel’. It always seemed to play absolute trash at one in the morning. You were in the centre, with the twins on either side, and doing your best to annoy both by man spreading incessantly.

“Hey, do you guys think Pacifica likes girls?” Mabel asked out of the blue, stealing your attention away from ‘Evil Vampire Clowns.’ You and Dipper turned your heads towards her in unison, brows raised.

You pursed your lips, thinking back to her old crush on Dipper. “I mean, she’s never said anything about a girl,” you, said, nodding your head back and forth to try and shake out a thought.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Dipper said, adding nothing.

You crossed your legs, and leaned back on Dipper to fully face Mabel. “Why,” you asked, suppressing a smirk and shooting her the gay hand gesture.

She giggled, “you know,” and did the gesture right back.

A grainy scream from the tv cut through the room as you snickered, and Dipper laughed, “since when?”

She shrugged, “Well, now I guess,” she said, flipping her phone around to show you. It was open to Pacificas Instagram. She had just posted a few pictures of her posed with her pony. You snickered as you saw, thinking of all the complaining she did about having only one pony. And at her horse girl antics. Mabel smiled, retracting her phone, “I mean, she’s kinda cute… I guess I’ve been thinking about her more lately,” Mabel mused.

Dipper shifted slightly behind you, also turning away from the tv, putting his back to the armrest. “Have you asked her yet?” He put and arm around you as he moved, trying to better himself as your pillow.

Mabel suppressed a small nervous smile, “No, not yet,” she said, waving her head side to side. “I don’t know if I wanna come on too strongly right now,” she admitted.

You raised your brow, “That doesn’t sound like you.”

She winced, and then her face softened as she looked at the floor. “You’re not wrong…” she pursed her lips, and smiled slightly, voice brimming with optimism, “I kinda wanna scope it out.”

”You should,” Dipper shrugged.

”We should,” you snickered, idly taking Dippers hand in yours as it rested over your shoulder. “I think together, with our expert deduction skills, could figure it out.” It seemed like you knew more than them… but maybe you didn’t know everything. You leaned your head back onto Dippers chest further, squeezing his hand. Good chance, even.

Mabel smiled, and kicked her feet out to annoy the both of you, resting on both your laps. “You might be onto something there…” she said deviously, clasping her hands together. “It may be time to do some, investigating, sussing, if you will.”

You could practically feel Dippers brow furrow. “Are you scheming?” He asked tentatively. “You’re not just gonna ask?”

Mabel blew a few stray hairs out of her face, “Bro, you’re one to talk,” she sighed.

He did his best to kick her, but it was difficult, considering where he was on the couch. His foot ended up lightly tapping her on the shin.

Your phone was somewhere in your pocket, and after a minute or so of fishing, you managed to get it out. “Okay,” you said, unlocking the screen. “Scheme or no scheme, let’s make some plans.”

You started to text Pacifica, pursing your lips as you thought, “What if we go shopping?” you said, idly typing it in, waiting for them to confirm or deny.

Mabel clapped her hands, grinning, “Oh! Yes!”

You knew Dipper opinion on shopping days was far lower than Mabel’s, but he didn’t object, instead shrugging his shoulders behind you. Probably as good as you’ll get. “Then it is done,” you said, sending the text.

Mabel grinned, “based.”

You phone vibrated right away as she replied. “Damn, that was fast,” you muttered. Your eyes skimmed the message, squinting from the blue light. “Okay, she’s free on Saturday,” you said, pleasantly surprised. “Looks like we’re set.”

…

And that Saturday eventually came, believe it or not. And lucky you, Stan let you take his car. Even luckier, there weren’t any cops on the road to pull you over for driving without a license.

When you stepped out of the shack, and into the driveway, the sunlight seemed blinding. You shielded your eyes, trying to fight your rapidly growing headache. Sunglasses. You dug around for them in the car before you started driving.

Finally some fresh fucking air.

It was true that you had spent most of your time in the shack. And it was very nice outside, you as to admit.

Dipper was in the passenger seat, and Mabel in the back, told to lay down if there were any sirens, or suspicious looking cars on the side of the road. You adjusted the seat, plugged in your phone for music, and turned the keys. To the Gravity Falls mall.

“You guys really need to get your licenses,” you sighed, pulling out of the driveway.

Dipper turned to you, brow furrowed, “you don’t even have yours,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah,” you exaggerated, “If y’all had yours I wouldn’t have to be driving you around illegally.”

Mable chimed in from the back, “But then who’d be your little passenger princess?” She asked, punctuating herself by kicking the back of Dippers seat.

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you looked over to Dipper, “I could be the princess for once,” you beamed, pointing at him with a free hand.

He looked horrified. “Y/n, I’m begging you, please look at the road,” he utter quickly.

You laughed, swerving slightly as you looked back in front of you. “Will do, princess.”

You saw her when you drove into the parking lot, Pacifica was waiting at the mall. She stood outside, leaning against the walls and scrolling on her phone, ever punctual. You tried to park near her, grinning as you shut the car door and locked up as Mabel waved at her.

Shooting star always comes off a little desperate.

What? You scrunched your face as you and Dipper caught up to Mabel, who was already chatting up Pacifica. You grumbled, zipping the keys up in your bag. That was a weird thought.

Your confusion broke when Dipper nudged you. He leaned over slightly to whisper as you drew closer to Mabel and Pacifica. “Dude, you look like you’re thinking up a scheme,” he said. Half asked.

You shook your head, staring at the concrete beneath your feet as you walked. “No, not that…” you mused. “I dunno.”

Dippers brow raised, but he didn’t say anything. You’d caught up with the girls, it was too late for any plots, plans, or any such schemes as he thought. You bit the inside of your cheek. Let him think that.

…

It had been an hour and a half at the mall, and you were starting to break. Between the dull and persisting headache, and Mabel’s increasingly unsubtle ways of trying to sleuth out if Pacifica would date her, you were nearing the limit.

Drastic measures were necessary. Or at least seeming like the better option. So eventually, you shot Dipper a knowing look, redirected Mabel’s attention to a knitting supply store, and walked off with Pacifica.

And fortunately for you, there was a cute candy store with a shelf of plushies, immediately stealing your attention away from the task at hand.

“So like, what’s up with her?” Pacifica asked dryly, coming up behind you as you looked through the shelf.

You sucked a breath in through your teeth, picking up one stuffed animal, then another, then a third, cycling between putting down and picking up. Too many choices. “Yeah, I suppose you would’ve noticed, huh.”

“Yeah,” she snickered. “Hard not too. So do feel free to let me know what’s going on.”

You sighed, putting a plush down back on the shelf. “Do you, per chance, like girls?” You asked optimistically.

Her lips parted, brow raised. “Why?” She asked cooly, brow raised.

You rolled your eyes, “take a wild guess,” you laughed. You picked up a different stuffed animal, a little frog this time. ”I know a girl that likes you, but…” you started, looking over and squeezing the frog. “I guess she doesn’t know about your kinda-sorta crush on Dipper?”

Pacifica sighed, and pointed a finger gun at the shelf. “Just pick one, if you’re really that cheap I’ll just buy it for you, daddy’s money and all.”

You grinned, eyes racing back to the shelf to find the cutest little guy.

Pacifica snickered, but then sighed again. “I dunno,” she shrugged while you touched every last one of the plushies. Trying to find the softest. One of these guys could cure any headache, probably. “I mean, I do, actually-“

You turned to look at her, mouth wide open in surprise.

”-but,” she continued, “my parents don’t really like that kind of stuff, so I don’t think about it much.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

”Oh,” you couldn’t help. “That’s not good.”

Pacifica snickered, “yeah. I mean, it hasn’t been a big issue.” She crossed her arms, brow raised. “Since I liked Dipshit for a while.”

You hummed, finally deciding on a plushy, and holding it close to your chest.

“I’m pretty much over that, though,” she shrugged, starting towards the till. “So, I guess the question is relevant again.”

You nodded, “So… what should I tell the girl who likes you?”

Pacifica paused, presumably to think, as she stood in front of the cashier, and pulled out her card. She declined when they asked her if she wanted the receipt. As you walked, putting your new little stuffed friend into your bag, Pacifica sighed. “Do I know who she is?”

You looked around, checking the coast was clear. “Maybe,” you relented. “I mean, your free to guess.”

”After the events of today, I think I do have my suspicions,” Pacifica said, pursing her lips and looking at the floor.

Ah. “Well, then I feel less bad about hinting,” you said.

“Please,” she chuckled. “Subtle isn’t in that girls vocabulary.”

You looked around for signs leading to the food court, eventually finding one far off to the right. You pointed it out to Pacifica, and started in that direction to regroup. “She actually was trying to be, today, I think,” you said.

I guess she always fails!

You shook your head. That’s mean.

Pacifica smiled, “yeah, oddly enough I did get that impression.” She sighed as the food court came into view, and you both started to scan the crowd for the twins. “Okay, here’s what to tell her,” she started, hands in the air in declaration. “I do like girls, but right now what I need is…” she pursed her lips, “time to think,” she finally said. “I’ve never thought of her like that, and I still kinda-sorta have my other feelings…” she looked over at you, and smiled, “so the verdict is; I need a little time, I don’t know.”

You nodded, “a respectable position, I’ll pass on the message.”

She grinned, “perfect. Come with me to get sushi,” she said, pointing at one of the restaurants.

You got the sushi. And sat with the twins. And rested your forehead in your hand to try and ease your head. And Dipper raised his brow at you in questioning from across the table. And you smiled at him, nodding as if to say, I’m fine.

You sure are!

Pacifica ate her sushi. Mabel had fries. And Pacifica shot you a look of optimism and understanding before she left with Mabel to check out some expensive chocolate store. Good for them.

If there was one thing you never had to buy, it was sweaters, because Mabel was an absolute beast. So when you and Dipper went to a clothing store, both of you skipped right past the wooly section and into the summer.

I honestly don’t know how she does that. Super weird.

You nodded along with yourself as you carefully skimmed each hanger for shirts.

“Y/n, yes or no?” Dipper asked, holding a pair of baggy jeans. You nodded yes, wincing as your head moved. What was up with your head today?

Nothing!

Yeah, probably that. Dipper seemed happy with your answer, turning around to start towards the fitting rooms. “Hey,” you called, before he could go. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to the washrooms.”

He nodded, and when his back was turned, you felt your forehead. Maybe splashing some water on your face would do it. Either way it was a breather. You traced your hands along the clothing racks as you made your way out into the halls. Soft under your fingers.

Heh.

The mall wasn’t crowded today, lucky enough for you. And the people of Gravity walls were more then notorious for noticing little. You felt okay sighing and groaning on your way, knowing nobody would pay any mind.

Heheh.

In a blink, your dull ache of a head pain started to throb.

Wow! You’re dumb!

What? You shook your head. This was dumb. This fight you were having with your thoughts lately. You punched the bridge of your nose, and tilted your head back, trying to get back on track.

No, no no. You gave me the perfect opportunity. We’re on my track now.

You stopped, like deer in headlights, your blood ran cold. What? You stood in front of the bathroom entrance, locked in a battle with yourself. What. Was happening.

You know, for such a fighter, you really are an idiot.

You had to fight to turn around, somehow. This… you needed to find Dipper.

What, you think pine tree can save you? You make me laugh! No, you’re not making it back to him. You really shouldn’t have left.

You scowled, even as your thoughts screamed at you. Fuck you. Yes I am. You took a step. A single, shaky step, but it was a full foot closer to the clothing store than you were a second ago. Maybe if you were lucky, you’ll be able to make another one.

Even still! You’re still going! You humans are crazy!

You were sweating. And took a few more steps until you got dizzy, your vision blurring and spotting at the edges, and sending you sideways to lean on the wall for any support. It was cold under your fingers. The ambient voices of the mall seemed to fade away as your ears started to ring. Dipper would probably know what to do. He was good with… weird stuff.

He sure is. Ha, maybe that’s why he likes you! You’re not getting there though, Y/n. As much as I respect how much effort you’ve put in, you’re done now. You couldn’t stay in that shack forever.

Stay in the shack? You groaned, leaning your head against the wall as you blinked, and the world with your eyes closed looked too similar to when they were open. Ugh. What did you do?

I’m shocked you haven’t realized. But glad! I didn’t think I’d be back so soon.

Realized what? You winced, you headache throbbing. Okay. This situation is workable. You trailed down the wall to the ground, sitting. This had to be workable.

Not this time.

You stood up.

I need to find Dipper. That’s the win condition. Once I find him, this is a winnable situation.

“Not anymore,” you said, grinning.

What? You tried to look around, but nothing happened. You tried to move at all, but nothing happened.

But you were moving. You were digging around in your backpack, you were clutching it close to your chest. Your finger finally landed on a pair of sunglasses, the ones you kept in case it got too bright while driving. The ones you wore on the way in.

“Nice,” you said. Your voice. Not your words. “You make it too easy for me.”

What’s going on?

You could feel yourself smirk. “It’s my body now,” you laughed. “Not yours.”

What are you?

”Smarter than you?” You put the sunglasses on, and suddenly your vision was darker. Your head fell slightly as you laughed under your breath, and you whispered, practically to the floor. But you heard. “It’s Bill,” he said. With your voice. “As in Cipher? That guy your boyfriend hates?” you said sarcastically.

Oh. Fuck.

“Yeeeeahhh,” you nodded. “They’re finally getting it.”

You stood up. Or… he did. And you were a passenger. And he started to walk. And you stared aimless in front of you. And you were glad you couldn’t hear his thoughts like he seemed to be able to hear yours. Even if knowing could help you. Or save them. Knowing what somebody like him was thinking might drive you over the edge. If you had any control over it, you’d probably be crying.

“I’m gonna find him,” you said. He said. Not you. He shook your head, “yes, it’s me, not you. Glad you’ve caught on.” He walked, a bounce and strut in his step as he found his way back to the store you left Dipper in. “I’m going to torture your pine tree, I think,” he said under your breath.

Please don’t. Your thoughts were growing all the more desolate. Desperate. Defeated.

You got to the edge of the store, a wide grin plastered on your lips. Then you saw him. And so did Bill. And he started walking towards him, your feet, your legs, your arms swinging at your sides. His sides now. Until you were so close to Dipper.

”Hey Dip,” Bill greeted happily. You pointed at the glasses, “you fuck with the shades?” You laughed.

They were heart shaped. Your silly shades, if you will. Dipper smiled, brow raised, “eh,” he said, tilting his hands side to side.

Bill rolled your eyes, “Whatever, man, your one to talk when it comes to style.”

Dipper put his hand on his heart, feigning hurt. He quickly recovered from his heartache though, as he stepped closer to ask, “Are you good? You seemed a little,” he paused, giving you a so-so gesture with his hand.

Bill nodded, “Yeah, I think I was just dehydrated,” he said, waving your hand in dismissal. “I was drinking bathroom sink water, and now I feel great.”

Dipper grimaced, “That feeling great shocks me.”

“Suit yourself, but you’ll never find more… quenching.. water,” Bill smiled playfully. “You think we should rendezvous with them,” he tilted your head side to side, smirking. “See if anything crazy happened?”

Dipper chuckled, “Think Mabel’s asked her out yet?”

Dipper. Please notice. It’s not me. I love you.

Bill stifled a laugh, covering your lips. “I’d say it’s fifty-fifty, despite my advice.”

Dipper rolled his eyes. “I’d take those odds,” he said. “Let’s go.”

He has pretty eyes. While Bill spoke, you stared at Dipper. He seemed so normal. The same. He had hot girl eyelashes, somehow.

“Awesome,” Bill smirked. “Let’s.”

Yeah. We’re in this part of the story now. Pray for me. I need it. For everything. Finals are next week and I’m sitting here doing this.

Taglist: @cipheress-to-k-pop @dead-esque (oops I forgot to add this when I first posted)

#x reader #my writing #dipper pines x reader #douce amere #gravity falls x reader #dipper pines #dipper x reader #gravity falls

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ticklishfiend · 9 months

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Stained Leather (Good Omens)

(Switch!Aziraphale/Switch!Crowley)

⚠️SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS S2⚠️

Summary : He’s lost his angel. Now all Crowley has are the memories they shared. Memories he wishes he could forget as easily as he remembers them.

A/N : love these gay old-ass genderless beings with my whole heart and soul. which is why i’m devastated and needed to vent with angst and tickles :)

Warnings : angst, tickling

Word Count : 2221 (omg kinda angel numbers)

hope y’all enjoy! :)

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He’d been thinking a lot lately. For someone’s sake, he sure knows he’s got the time for it now. Driving endlessly for days, weeks, maybe months. Who really knows, with how time has blended seamlessly together like one long stretched road, terrifyingly eternal in its seeming hatred for dead ends. He’s had far too much time to ponder on the last, oh, 6000 years or so. But who’s counting? Certainly not Crowley.

He gave his head a stern shake, trying so hard to knock loose all those dreadful little thoughts that keep his knuckles white against the steering wheel. But thoughts always fell right back into place, and yet again, he felt trapped. Did the Bentley shrink since he drove it last? It seems far more cramped than usual. Like he doesn’t fit comfortably anymore, like his body can’t seem to find that Crowley shaped indent in the leather cushion that he worked so hard to make just for him. For a moment, he wonders if it took a new shape, one the car favored over his own.

Angel-shaped.

His eyes shut tight, silent fireworks in the darkness of his pinched eyelids. He’s thinking like a fool now. An idiotic, foolish sap.

That one thought has his mind drifting though, and he feels his heart race with the memories. It’s not the usual heart rate he has when thinking of his…the angel. No, it’s uncomfortable and uneasy. Unbearable. Like a blood-boiling type of heart rate. He’s never felt this way before when remembering.

One particular memory hits him like an oncoming truck. Makes him wish a real truck would hit him even harder.

…

“Please Angel, you’re gonna ruin the leather!”

“Oh, do stop being foolish. I know you are well aware that I’m not much of a mess-making type. Plus, I did bring napkins-“

“Mmyes, napkins, the pinnacle of all cleaning products against 100 year old leather” Crowley says too sarcastically for Aziraphale’s taste. “D’you remember 1991, that little excursion of ours in New York. You tried a hotdog that resulted in the world’s first mustard stain down an angel’s white button up,” Crowley popped the ‘P’ as he poked Aziraphale’s chest, right where the stain had sat years ago. Aziraphale swatted the hand away, annoyance painted all over his face. “It took a miracle to get that stain out, quite literally might I add.”

Aziraphale fixed his posture quickly, chin up in defiance. “Now that’s not fair, and you know it, Crowley. I distinctly remember a certain someone pinching my knee under the table just so I would spill something all over my garments.” Aziraphale huffed, wiping his mouth with one of the napkins he brought specifically because he knew Crowley would make a fuss. He had gotten an ice cream cone on their most recent outing, buying from a local vendor who made it from scratch. He tipped quite generously too, as homemade is always his favorite.

“Yeah well, s’not my fault your vessel’s too ticklish to keep food in your mouth,” Crowley grinned, leaning just a tad closer to Aziraphale so he could get a good look at that flustered expression painted on his angel’s face.

“Oh hush, it wasn’t even in my mouth when it fell. You know that, too,” He took a generous lick of the treat, unable to hold back a smile and slight wiggle at the strawberry flavor coating his tongue. “And don’t you forget, I’m not the only one here with a sensitive vessel. I seem to remember a particular incident in, oh, 2004 was it? Ah yes, you drew quite the attention of just about everyone in the pub with your scream-“

“Oh shuttuuuup, I did not scream,” Crowley insisted, just as he did back in ‘04, even with all those curious eyes on him. He specifically remembers two blue ones paired with a particularly un-angelic smile bringing a sickening warmth to his face. He merely rolled his eyes at the memory.

“A shrieking cackle then, maybe?” Aziraphale couldn’t hold back his cheeky smile as Crowley glared at him. “Would a shrill squeal better suffice? Nooo, I know, it was more like the wail of a —ah! Ah, Crohowley, wait-!” Aziraphale was cut off mid sentence by devilish fingers squeezing just above his knee cap, an unfortunate repeat of ‘91 waiting to happen. “The leather, Crohowley, the leatheheher!”.

“Oh no, do continue! I’d just love to hear what other synonyms you’ve been cooking up the past 10 years!” Crowley couldn’t help the grin as he saw Aziraphale struggle to keep his ice cream from dripping while pulling at the tickly hand on his leg. Those angelic giggles always have been his downfall, though he never did complain. “Haven’t got all day, have we, Angel?”

Aziraphale groaned through his giggles, nearly crushing the cone in his hand from his mirth. “You fiehehend!” He stomped his legs (gently, though for the soft angel it might as well been a violent kick) against the car floor, nearly pressing his face into the window next to him in giggly embarrassment. “Stop ahahat once!” His voice squeaked on the last word, and Crowley couldn’t hold back the fond coo if he wanted to.

“Aww cmon, now, you don’t have to kick her! What did she ever do to you, huh?” His hand moved to strike the angel’s side, cackling like the demon he is as Aziraphale practically folded sideways, the angel’s hand on the opposite side having quite the struggle to pull the tickly one off him. He must’ve forgotten he could switch the ice cream to his other hand, the poor ticklish thing.

Aziraphale no longer got any words in, too caught up in giggling his head off to care. He’d folded so much to the side his head began falling onto Crowley’s shoulder, seizing the opportunity to hide his face in the material.

Crowley thanked everything above and below that Aziraphale’s eyes were hidden, now that a familiar fond smile and warm blush painted the demon’s usually cold face. He loved seeing his angel like this, and he could surely get used to it.

However, he didn’t want to embarrass his friend so much he discorporated (though the thought awfully enticed him. Not the discorporation necessarily, but definitely getting his angel to blush so hard he was hot to the touch).

Crowley finally let go of him, smoothing out the fabric of his suit and snickering when Aziraphale flinched. “Oh, I’m done, angel. You can relax.”

Aziraphale pouted as he caught his breath, shoving the cone towards Crowley which he took without thinking twice. Aziraphale smoothed out his coat on his own, like he just knew Crowley wasn’t doing it properly before. After composing himself in silence, he gave a glare towards his demon. “That was rather childish of you, don’t you think?”

Crowley grinned. “Mmyes, I suppose it was,” he took a lick of the ice cream before handing it back to a still blushing Aziraphale. The angel looked to the roof of the car as if sending a silent prayer. Crowley tilted his head. “But rather fun though, wouldn’t you say?”

Aziraphale gave a tight shake of his head. “I cannot agree in the slightest. Exploiting my vessel’s sensitivities like that is just…well it’s unprofessional, Crowley. You should know better.”

“What, know better than to give my angel a little laugh once in a while? I say no harm, no foul,” He shrugged, sagging back into his seat and throwing an arm over the back of Aziraphale’s own.

“No no, much harm, much foul. It’s humiliating!” Aziraphale pouted again, looking down at his ice cream with those awful puppy-dog eyes Crowley just can’t stand for long. “Vessels are such strange things.”

Crowley sighed, “That they are.” He gazed at Aziraphale’s face for a moment, before decidedly looking anywhere but his face. He’d embarrassed his angel. He really didn’t mean to (well, he did, but he was allowed to feel a little bad about it after). Those heavenly giggles just have such a hold on him sometimes. He growled when a thought popped into his head he absolutely despised, but knew would make his friend feel all the better. “Look, if it embarrasses you that bad…and really it shouldn’t, it’s just laughing after all, not like I dressed you in feathers and made you dance down the street like a plump chicken-“

“Get to the point,” Aziraphale said straight-edged, like he’d been waiting to hear this from the start of his pout-parade. Oh that slimy little bastard. He always got his way with Crowley, didn’t he?

And still, Crowley didn’t call him out on it. He just growled through a long, dramatic sigh, looking up towards the roof. “You…well, I could allow, if only for a moment-!” He pointed a finger towards Aziraphale’s face (which he was looking at again, why did he always feel the need to look), and he was doing that smug little grin he always did, cheeks round and eyes squinted in his direction. Oh, Someone save him. “…nrk, just, make it quick, would you angel?”

Aziraphale cheered back up a little too quickly at that. “Oh of course. If you please?” He offered the cone back to Crowley, who took it with great hesitance. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, never one who was able to handle the anticipation. His lips pressed together in preparation to conceal all those embarrassing sounds he dreaded escaping, he held his breath and waited.

And waited.

He was half tempted to say something, but he was far too clever for that. Aziraphale’s done this before to him, making him open his mouth to complain before striking so he had no chance of holding back those sounds his angel dared to call giggles.

Instead, he opted to open one eye, just to see what all the hold up was about. So much for being clever.

Aziraphale’s hands were poised over Crowley’s torso, fingers wiggling with very un-angelic intent. His face said it all, though, looking directly into Crowley’s eyes like he had been waiting for him to look. Such an unfair game he played, at least Crowley got it over and done with!

Crowley growled behind gritted teeth, smacking away at those mean, teasy hands with his own free one. Aziraphale tsked.

“Now, Crowley, you said you’d give me a moment’s tickle, but I haven’t even started yet! You can’t shove me away already,” His hands continued their tickly motions here and there while being fought off (quite lazily if he had any say about it), “It’s against the rules.” Crowley groaned, always unable to stay silent against teasing.

“We’re rule-breakers, it’s what we do—AH!! No wahait! Oh you fuhucker!” Crowley released bubbly cackles as soon as Aziraphale touched down, squeezing the bottom of his ribs like his fingers were a magnet to his most sensitive spots.

“Such lovely laughs you always produce when I tickle here. Though, I’ve wondered before why some spots are more ticklish than others. Like, for example, here-“ He moved his hands up to Crowley’s neck, fingers fluttering softly against the skin and making Crowley break out in breathy giggles. “-you make such sweet giggles-“

“Nohohot gigglin’!”

“-and yet when I tickle your ribs, you just-“ He struck back down against his bony ribs, the gentle fervor behind his finger tips sending Crowley’s head slamming against the headrest behind him, overcome with belly laughs and cackles he couldn’t contain if he wanted to (he did not, but don’t tell his angel that). “-my, well you just can't take it, can you?”

Curse Aziraphale and his evil teasing. Why did he have to be so sweet and gentle about it? Always made Crowley want to explode on the spot just to expel all that nervous, flustered energy inside him.

“Stohohop! Really, ahahangel, I-!”

CRUNCH

The tickling stopped, and so did any movement or sounds amongst the two of them, for just a moment. They eyed the ice cream cone dripping between Crowley’s fingers, dollops falling onto the leather between his legs.

A small snicker from the back of Aziraphale’s throat, before the angel fell into helpless cackles. The irony of it all just…tickled him so.

And though so very annoyed at that sticky stain he was now having to angle himself away from, avoiding getting any on his black jeans…Crowley began to laugh too. What could he say, angelic laughter was far too contagious for him to help himself.

…

Crowley burnt from the inside out. The flames soured everything inside him, churning his insides and scolding his flesh to a burnt replica.

His eyes unconsciously darted to the seat he sat upon, wondering if under all the cleaning products and the eventual miracle, there was still a sweet pink stain underneath it all.

He turned back towards the road. His hold so tight on the wheel his arms started to shake, pushing hard against the wheel until it began shaking too.

Strangling the wheel of his poor car, he shook and fought and bellowed out a loud, growling yell from deep in his belly, slamming his fist against the wheel repeatedly. Of course, it was of no use. Memories replayed over, a broken record of moments he dreaded bringing to surface.

With an agonized cry, he tried again.

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A/N : hope you enjoyed, i didn’t, these two have broken me!!!! bye i’m gonna go listen to Unknown/Nth by Hozier yet again and grieve

#tickle community #tickling #tickle fic #good omens tickling #lee!aziraphale #lee!crowley #ler!aziraphale #ler!crowley #good omens 2 tickling

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misserabella · 2 years

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Cigarettes after and sex +18

Eddie munson x fem! reader

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

Synopsis;; Eddie Munson, the hottest guy you knew and on who you’ve had a crush for years invites you to his trailer to smoke together after catching you ditching classes and with a cigarette in between your lips a monday morning. If only you knew the weed will make you talk a little bit too much and everything will end up on a mutual confession…

A/N;; well… HERE IT IS, MY FAVORITE METAL BOY!

REMINDER: english is not my mother language and it’s my first so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

CW;; cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), smut, p in v sex, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, drug use, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

Word count;; 6,5k

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`·. lastly; enjoy! <3

You were definitely a sucker for Eddie Munson, or else you wouldn’t be sneaking out of your room’s window at 10PM a monday night, with a chemistry test first thing tomorrow morning.

But how could you let the opportunity pass when literally the hottest guy in your highschool caught you snitching while smoking and asked you if you’d like to hit his van that night and smoke together? You simply couldn’t! Not when you’ve had the hugest crush on him since he played Dio with his band, Corrored Coffin, a few years ago.

He even lighted up your cigarette with his own for fucks sake!

Yeah, he was a dealer. And a year older than you. But who cares? ‘Cause you definitely didn’t.

You cursed under your breath when your jacket got stuck as you tip-toed out of your window and onto your rooftop. Your heart was pounding on your chest and your legs trembled. You’d never done anything like this before. And how could you when you’ve spent your entire life sharing a bedroom with your non-identical twin, Nancy Wheeler, until your parents thought it would be a good idea to get you your own?

You both seemed to be as perfect. And you? With your incredible marks and popularity? You had everyone at your feet. If only they knew… If only they knew that you were just like any other of those ‘freaks’…

You sighed in relief when you got out, quickly walking towards the side of your house, where you could easily climb down, trying to not make any kind of noise and get caught. You were leaning down when you suddenly were face to face with who you recognized to be Steve Harrington trying to climb up. You both stared at each other with widened eyes. You frowned at him, silently inquiring him what the hell was he doing there. He just pointed towards your sister’s window with his eyes. You rolled your own. Of course…

He gave you an awkward smile, and you huffed, offering him one of your hands so you could help him to get on top of the roof easier with a curse under your breath. He also helped you to climb down afterwards, looking at each other one more time after having switched places and nodding to one another before going back to each other’s business. No snitches here.

You ran towards your bike, getting on top and quickly getting away once you’ve hit the rode. You felt free once the fresh night’s air, making your hair dance as you smiled. You still felt a knot on your stomach due to nervousness, but it was a good kind of it. Thrilling.

You got to the trailers’ parking lot where Eddie lived quickly enough, getting off your bike and taking it with you as you looked for the one trailer he had described you.

“Last one to the left… Last one to the-” a sudden black figure that you caught from the side, motioned towards you, making you scream in horror. “Jesus Christ!” you quieted down when you recognized that it was the metal head, instead of some kind of monster or lunatic…

“Sorry.” he chuckled, his hands up in the hair. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” you cursed under your breath as he pulled them back down.

“What the hell are you doing out here? You almost killed me, for fucks sake.” your hand was still against your chest, your heartbeat slowing down as the time passed. He seemed amused by the way curses flew out of your mouth. That wasn’t something he saw everyday… He liked it.

“Oh, I was just finishing feeding the strays.” he pointed out at a couple of cats that ate from a dish on the floor. Your heart throbbed when you imagined him petting and playing with them. Cute… “Thanks.” he said, laughing when you gave him a confused look, realizing that you’ve said that out loud.

Shit…

He looked amused by your reaction. “So?” he inquired, bending down as he stepped closer and surrounded your. “Shall we?” he rose one of his hands, offering you to go first towards the direction he pointed, to his van.

You just smiled while rolling your eyes at his actions and nodding, moving your feet and hearing him just a couple of steps behind you. You bit your lower lip when he ran to open the door for you.

“Thanks.” you said, leaving your bike on the floor and stepping in, your eyes wandering around the living room as you heard the door close behind your back. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Welcome to my mansion, my lady.” you laughed at his joke. “Please don’t look too close or you’ll start to realize that it’s not as clean as it might seem.” you laughed even harder. “This is the living room, with my lovely kitchen.” he pointed as he gave you a ‘house tour’. You couldn’t stop smiling. “The spa.” he pointed at the bathroom. “We even have a jacuzzi in there.” he rose his eyebrows as he turned around to look at you.

“I believe you.” you said, making him smile before he turned back to continue.

“This is my uncle’s bedroom and…” he took his time with that ‘a’, leaving you hanging ‘till he had opened the door to his own room. “, my noble bedchamber.”

You chuckled, stepping in after him and looking around to the posters of his walls, the D&D game table on his desk, the cigarettes and blunts on the ashtray on his nightstand… You could hear ‘Metal Gods’ by Judas Priest coming from a cassette on the bookcase in front of his bed. You smiled when you saw his Lord of the Rings saga. Such a nerd… A very hot and cute nerd.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.” he went towards one of his guitars, giving it a kiss with a smile tugging on his lips.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” you said, catching his attention. “Is that a fucking NJ Warlock?!” you questioned, walking ‘till you’ve reached him and the electric guitar, your eyes wide and mouth open in awe.

“You know the model?” he sounded surprise for you to know about guitars…, at all.

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted one of this since B.C. Rich’s comercial aired! The guitar is a fucking wet dream!!!” he felt his heart skip a beat at your words. God, he could’ve just got on one knee and married you right there and then.

“Do you know how to play?” he inquired, stuttering and clearing his throat as his voice came out all wobbly. Clearing his throat and awkwardly pointing at the guitar as his feet fidgeted. He was nervous as fuck. Just the thought of you being this close to him, enough for him to smell the gorgeous perfume you always used, was making him wonder if his heart could stop.

“Oh no, no, no…” you stepped back, shaking your head and hands. “No, thanks.” he scoffed, his mouth wide open as he made a turn and pointed at you, his eyebrows knitting slightly together in shock.

“You do!!!!” you shook your head even harder. He couldn’t believe it.

“No, no! I promise!” his eyes squinted as he stared at you, waiting for you to actually spill the truth. You shook in your place, looking away and biting down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as you gave in. “Okay, fine!” he smiled. “Maybe…, I know the basics.” you said, making him rose his hands in disbelief. “Maybe!”

“This is unbelievable! Unbelievable!” he scoffed. “I cannot believe Y/n Wheeler, the most popular girl in Hawkins knows how to play a fucking electric guitar!!”

“I said the basics!” you corrected him, backing up when he unhooked the guitar from the wall and handed it to you.

“Play.” He even surprised himself by letting you even be that close to his most precious possession. But hell, he was head over heels by you. He had always been. Since that stupid cheerleader shit you pulled a few years ago in your highschool’s contest. He was so nervous to play in front of you that he almost fucked up a couple of times when your eyes would met.

“What?!” you shook your head. “No. No. No.” you panicked.

“Oh, come on!!“ he whined, extending the ‘o’ and letting his head fall backwards. “It’s not gonna break.” he promised as he pushed it towards your chest, making you take it.

“But-”

“No buts.” he cut you off, leading you to his bed and sitting next to you. “Go on!” he encouraged you, slapping his lap with his hands, an excited smile on his face.

You sighed. “Okay, but just one time, alright?” he nodded, getting closer in anticipation. “Any requests?” you asked, tuning the guitar as he, once again opened his mouth in shock.

Requests?!? Didn’t you say you just knew the basics?

He decided to test you.

“Uhmm, ‘Prowler’ by Iron Maiden?” you couldn’t possibly…

“Done.” you said, and his eyes widened when you started playing the song. How in the hell…

He just sat there. Watching your fingers ran through the guitar as if you had been playing for years and making no mistakes as you hit the last verses of the songs.

He couldn’t believe it. You were so…, fuck. He couldn’t even find the words.

“How…?” you cut him off.

“My uncle is a big fan of bands like Black Sabbath, Dio, a little bit of Ozzy here and Judas Priest there…” he was astonished. “He’s the type of person to think that an electric guitar would be the best christmas gift ever for a nine year old, so here I am.” you chuckled as you pushed the guitar back in his arms. “Are you happy now, Munson?” he blinked out of his trance.

“Very.” he slowly nodded, in a loss of words. “I just can’t believe that Y/n Wheeler, Hawkins’ Diamond and the only person who doesn’t call me a freak, could be this cool.” you laughed. “First, I see you ditching classes on a normal Monday morning, smoking. Smoking! And then you do that! Fuck, you even ended up coming to meet up with me!”

“And why wouldn’t I? I like you, Eddie.” you shrugged, making his heart jump at your words.

‘I like you, Eddie.’ He could feel himself ascending.

“You do?” he inquired, still thinking that all that was going on was just a dream. ‘Cause you couldn’t be serious… Right?

“Yeah! I’ve kinda been your biggest fan since you played Dio with your band a couple of years ago.” you smiled, your cheeks burning when he choked.

“You remember Corroded Coffin!?” Jesus Christ…

“Of course, I remember you even had your head buzzed and had put on some eyeliner in your eyes for the contest!” you said, a big smile on your lips as you pointed to your eyes. Visual aid? Nervousness? You couldn’t even tell.

He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“God, don’t remind me of that. The hair really makes me less horrible.” he said, making you huff.

“Don’t say that! You looked cute…” you muttered that last part, making him smile as you looked away.

“You think I looked nice?” you got up, ignoring his question as you wandered around his room, whistling and taking a peek at his records. He followed you, leaving the guitar back on its hook. “God, you’ve got to be kidding me…” he was in cloud nine. And he felt his face and neck so red he could possibly fry an egg on his cheeks.

You turned around to face him, a Black Sabbath tape in between your fingers. “Okay, first of all I’ve got to say that you were the only person I knew that played the guitar too, so I guess I was kind of…, biased?” he smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. “And anyways, aren’t we supposed to be smoking right now? Why are you asking me so many questions?” he laughed.

“How couldn’t I? I have Y/n Weeler in my room, playing my guitar and listening to metal while asking to smoke with me!! Hanging with The Freak!” you turned to face him with a glare after changing the tape and pressing ‘play’.

“Stop calling yourself that shit, Eddie. You’re not a freak.” he shrugged.

“That’s what everyone thinks of me anyways.” he mumbled, rising a blunt to his lips and lightening it while inhaling. The smell of weed flooded the room, making your heart jump, as it was your first being that close to it, ever.

“I don’t.” you said, catching his attention as he blew off the smoke. “I don’t think you’re a freak, Eddie… At all.” you took his hand to bring it up to his lips, taking a hit at the blunt and coughing in the process. “Holy shit.” he laughed at your reaction, his heart heavily pulsing against his ribs when you took his hand.

“Yeah. That was a first, huh?” he slightly tapped your back. “Need some water?” he questioned you as you wouldn’t stop coughing, amused, but still worried.

“Don’t you have a beer?” you asked him, his eyebrows rising along with a smirk.

“Alcohol and weed? Who are you?” you laughed at his joke. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It hits pretty hard.”

“Eddie, give me my fucking beer.” you rolled your eyes, clearing your throat.

“Okay, okay!” he rose his hands. Bossy, I like it.

Taking a hit on the blunt, he ran out of his room after handing it to you, coming back after a couple of seconds with fresh beers, giving you the one on his right hand. “But don’t drink too much of it, okay? I don’t want you to get sick.” he said, hesitating as you reached to grab it.

“I won’t, I promise.” he gave in and you took a sip. You felt instantly relieved, not feeling your throat that itchy anymore.

And then, for the next thirty minutes you just sat there, on his bed and against his bed frame, listening to some metal and sometimes singing along in between hits. You slowly felt your head get more and more light, and your limbs tingle. When you looked back at him you felt as is your eyes were too heavy and you smiled when his eyes met yours. He was so cute with that wobbly smile and red eyes that you almost jumped on him to squeeze his cheeks. Fuck, you liked him too much for your own sake.

“So? How do you feel? Are you alright?” he smiled back at you, his thumb caressing your red and warm cheeks, finding amusing your state.

As long as he touched you…, you felt…

“I feel fucking amazing.” you groaned as you slipped down, rolling in his bed and stretching your body, not really caring about your shirt rolling up, making your stomach show. His eyes couldn’t help but take a glance at your exposed skin, his tongue damping his lips.

He chuckled, taking the last hit and finishing the blunt, throwing it on the ashtray. “Yeah? That’s good.” you squirmed at the sound of his hoarse voice. When you looked at him, at his stupid smirk and stupidly beautiful eyes you felt like melting.

“Ugh…” he was so hot.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sighing, what made him frown.

“What is it?” he inquired, curious.

You felt your brain working slower than you talked, feeling too brave, too numb, maybe that’s why you didn’t really care about speaking your mind and letting him finally know a truth that you’ve been hiding for so long.

He surely didn’t lie when he said that weed and alcohol was a strong combination.

“You wanna know a secret?” you smiled, taking in between your hands one of his, playing with the ring on his fingers before looking back at him. He was staring at you, damping his lips with the help of his tongue before nodding, letting you talk while fighting really hard the urge to intertwine your fingers “I’ve always had like…, a huge crush on you.” you giggled when his eyes widened.

What…?

“What…?” his voice came out as a gasp, quickly sitting straight as he stood in shock. “Are you… Are you serious right now?” he felt his cheeks redden and his heart start beating faster. There’s no way… He almost got a boner right there and then. ‘Cause you looked so beautiful, with your little skirt and beautiful eyes looking up at him. Lips bright due to your chapstick and the way your warm touch felt…

“I swear.” you muttered, taking one of his rings and putting it on your thumb, since it was too big for you. “Since Corroded Coffin’s play. I guess it all started as some time of…, admiration.” you shrugged. “I don’t really know. You were just so cool…” you sighed. “But then the years started to pass by and I guess that I just couldn’t bring myself to let you know. You made your own D&D group and I…, I guess I kinda got sucked up in all that ‘popularity’ shit.”

He couldn’t believe you. He couldn’t believe it. You? Liking him? He must be dreaming, ‘cause for sure his forever crush and dream girl was not confessing to him right now.

“But god, then you invited me over today, god knows why, and I felt like my heart was going to explode. And I don’t even smoke weed! Well I guess you know that now…” You couldn’t stop. Not when you’ve had all of that bottled up for years on end. “But I still decided to say yes just ‘cause I like you so much…”

“Y/n…” he tried and stop you, unsuccessfully.

“, and you are so cool…”

“Y/n!”

“…, and I wanted so bad to spend time with you that-”

And then you felt his lips against yours, his hair tickling your cheeks since he had leaned down to kiss you, pulling back after a couple of seconds.

“So you are the talkative type when you get high, huh?” he chuckled at your frozen expression and widened eyes, his breath hitting your face. “What is it Wheeler? Cat got your tong-” and before you knew it you pulled his mouth back on yours by tugging on his Hell Fire Club shirt.

He moaned in your mouth as you sat down right in front of him, opening your mouth for his tongue as your hands found his hair, pulling on his locks like you’ve always fucking dreamed of.

“Fuck…” he cursed as you broke the kiss to take a breath, not waiting in pulling you back in by your neck, choking you a little bit.

You whined when you felt the cold metal of his rings against your skin, his grip tightening on your neck and making you gasp as he bit down on your bottom lip. You tried to go back to his lips again, but he just pressed with his fingers on your skin, keeping you in place, unable to get closer.

“Shhh…” he smirked, his pupils blown and droopy eyes filled with pleasure as he took in how good you looked with your lips all red and swollen up from his kisses and…, fuck…, his hand on your neck. That beautiful neck of yours, which could absolutely look even prettier with his hickeys on it. “Shh, baby.” you whined when he stopped you from kissing him one more time. “We should stop.” he muttered, making you frown. “You are high, and you’ve been drinking. I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret tomorrow.” you groaned.

Fuck, and he even cared about you. Was he fucking perfect or what?

“Please Eddie, I won’t regret any of this. I swear, I swear…” you begged, pulling on his neck to make him get closer. “Please Eddie,” you choked, “kiss me… Please? I just need you to kiss me…” his lips brushed with yours and you felt that sickening but exciting feeling of your stomach dropping. You couldn’t get enough of it.

“Are you sure you want this?” he was trying so bad to not kiss you that he was going insane, your pleads and crying making him so hard he couldn’t even think straight. And he believed to be a pretty reasonable guy himself. But with you… It was all so difficult. You made it so difficult for him to not lose himself in you…

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Please, Eddie…” you sighed in relief when he quickly went back to your lips.

There was no turning back now. Not like were thinking about it anyways…

He pulled you by your waist onto his lap, a moan leaving your lips when you felt how hard he was against your ass.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he muttered against your lips, his grip tightening on your neck, making you whine. “Feel how hard I am just for you?” his free hand sneaked under your tee-shirt, feeling the hot and soft skin of your back. “God, I’ve always wanted you so bad… Wanted so bad to kiss you…” his hand reached a little bit higher. “To ask you out…” and higher. “For you to be mine.” you moaned when his hand grasped one of your tits. “Thought so much about this moment. Of me marking you all up, all that pretty skin of yours, and fucking you so good that I’ll get you drooling all over my sheets…” he grunted as he pulled your shirt up ‘till your tits showed, only for him to lean down and leave wet kissed all over your chest.

You hissed when he sucked on your skin, your hips pushing against his as his tongue licked the bruise so the sting could fade.

“Fuck, Eddie…” you gasped, pushing once again against him, rocking yourself on his clothed cock.

“You are so pretty.” he cursed, pushing you backwards ‘till he was on top on you, the hand on your neck going down your chest and stomach ‘till his fingers felt the end of your skirt against your thighs. His fingers pushing it up to start stroking the wet parch of your black underwear with them.

He was driving you crazy. His hands, his voice, his lips sucking hard on your neck… It was too much.

You moaned his name when he pressed against your clit, your hips bucking against his hand for more.

“So pretty…” he repeated, his mouth latching on one of your nipples when he pulled down your bra, your back arching when his fingers went below your panties and down your slit, sliding easily due to your slick. “And so wet for me…” you whined when he started to touch you and play with your clit, making you moan again and again. “Fuck, I’m gonna eat you out.” he said, making the decision as soon as he heard your cries. He wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you cum on his face and fuck you with his tongue.

You gasped when his hands left your body just to tug on your underwear and strip you out of them, deciding to leave the skirt on since you looked so hot on it. He grunted when you pulled your tee over your head and got rid of your bra, leaving you completely naked up your waist to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip as he stared at you. At your soft and bare skin, at your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, glazed eyes and hickeys on your neck. Perfect. He thought. You were fucking perfect. “You are gonna be the death of me.” you choked when you felt him go down on you, kissing and marking up your tights as he slowly reached closer to your throbbing pussy.

You swore you could come when he gave you a large stroke with the flat of his tongue. Your back arched and your hands flew to his hair, pulling on his curls and making him groan, the vibration going straight to your clit and making you sob.

“You taste so good.” he muttered before digging back in, one of his fingers circling your entrance just to push in, making you moan as he started fucking it in and out of your cunt, sucking down on your clit at the same time.

“Fuck Eddie, just like that.” you stuttered, not even being able to talk due to the amount of pleasure you were experiencing. “So good…” he moaned at your praising, his dick throbbing in his pants as he fucked the mattress under him in seek of some relief.

He was eating you out like a starved man, entering a second finger and curling them up to find that spot that made you loudly moan and your eyes roll back. He thanked his uncle for taking the night shift that day, ‘cause he would hate for anyone else to hear just how sweet you sounded, how needy you sounded… Just for him.

He smirked when your hips started to move against his face on their own, your thighs shaking on both sides of his face and your pants and moans growing more frequent.

“Fuck, Eddie…” you whined. He knew you were close, that’s why his fingers started fucking you even harder, faster… You could feel that warmth spreading on your stomach, your fingers tugging and pulling harder on his locks as your walls tightened around his fingers.

You started to moan his name over and over again, whimpering as you could feel your orgasm building up, lifting you higher and higher and higher… You couldn’t stop it. It was coming too fast and too hard. Maybe because of the weed. You felt like you were going to die as all your senses where enhanced due to the drugs.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You are such a good girl.” you choked at his praise, almost coming on the spot. “Cum for me, cum in my mouth, gorgeous. Let me have it. I’ve got you, baby.” and with a couple of pumps more of his fingers and a lick to your clit you screamed his name, coming on his fingers and mouth as he continued to suck on your clit and pump his fingers in and out of your pulsing cunt, licking you clean and humming when he tasted your release.

You whimpered due to the over-stimulation, your moans being muffled when his mouth had gone back to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue. And you didn’t dislike it at all, if anything, it only made you ache for more.

“Fuck, you look so pretty.” he muttered, grunting on your mouth when your hand lowered down towards his dick, palming him through his jeans. He was big.

“I don’t want to look pretty.” you whimpered, slipping your hand inside his underwear once you’ve unbuckled his jeans. He hissed, his mouth falling to your neck and sucking new love bites on your soft and warm skin when your thumb circled the rosy tip of his dick, sliding easily due to the precum that dripped down his shaft. “I want to look like a fucking mess.” you smirked when his hips thrusted on your hand at your words, twitching in between your fingers. “I want to look all fucked up. Ruined. Ruin me, Eddie, please.” he groaned at this, his pupils blown when he stared at you in between his eyelashes, helping you to pull his jeans down his thighs, his dick hitting his happy trail once freed. You were drooling, ‘cause it just looked so… Perfect. A nice length along with just the perfect girth to stretch you out just how you needed it. With a rosy tip and veins on its side. You wanted him to choke you with it.

“Is that what you want, hmm?” you nodded, moaning when his hips pressed against yours in a false thrust, his dick against your core. “Is that what my pretty girl wants?” your pussy clenched against nothing when you heard his praise, a gasp falling of your lips when you were back on top of him, your nails digging on his shoulders when his hands found your hips and rocked you against his hard dick. “Then why don’t you use me, hm?” you threw your head back to gave him more access to your neck as his lips latched once again to it, whimpering when he gave you a playful bite, nibbling on your skin. “Use my cock, sweetheart. I want to see you fuck yourself with my dick and cum all over it.” you wanted it, you wanted it so bad that you found yourself rocking your hips against him even harder. “Oh? You liked that?” he smirked, one of his hands gripping your neck. “What a nasty girl…” you cried at his degradation. “Who could have thought you would be such a dirty whore.” you couldn’t understand how you liked both; his praise and degradation. But you did. You fucking did.

“Fuck, Eddie…” you whimpered, feeling yourself trembling at his humiliation. “I want it. Want your dick. Want your cum…” he groaned, choking you harder, his dick slipping through your folds with ease since you were dripping down your thighs.

“Then earn it, sweetheart.” he laid back, his hands leaving your body and resting in the back of his head as he stared at you from below. “Fuck yourself with my cock, baby, want to see you use it.” you moaned, rising your hips as your shaky hands took his dick to line it up against your entrance, after a few pumps slowly sitting on it. You whimpered when you felt the delicious sting of his dick stretching you out. He groaned at the feeling of your walls surrounding him so tightly, his eyes dropping a little more when he could hear your pants and whimpers as he bottomed out. “That’s it. Good girl…” his hoarse and low voice made you clench around him. “So pretty taking my dick.” your nails dug on the skin of his chest when, after the couple of seconds you’ve taken to adjust to his size and girth, you had raised your hips to sink back down on his cock, making the both of you moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The thought of making him feel good made you shiver and moan, a whimper falling off your lips as you raised and lowered your hips once again.

You could feel him so deep that it made you dizzy, muttering his name over and over again as you increased your peace. “Eddie… Eddie… Eddie…” You felt like losing your mind at the feeling of him hitting every and each time your sweet spot, babbling incoherent words due to the pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s right baby. Use me.” you moaned when one of his hands reached up to pinch your nipples, the other teasing your clit. “Use me…” he felt like coming every time you lowered yourself on him. ‘Cause the way your tits bounced…, the way your mouth fell open as you moaned and whimpered his name, the way your eyebrows knitted every time you thrusted himself deep inside of you. Just the fact that you were using him to please yourself was enough to drive him insane. You were a goddamn wet dream, and the creamed pages of the R rated magazines with girls that looked exactly like you could confirm just how many times he had touched himself thinking about this moment.

“Fuck, Eddie…” you moaned, feeling that well-known warmth and pressure spread on your lower stomach once again, bouncing harder on his dick as he circled your clit. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Cum on my dick baby. Let me have it.” he muttered, sitting up to start kissing your neck and chest while the hand that played with your nipples tugged on your hair. “Such a good girl, fucking my cock. Look at you drooling. Such a whore…” you whined, feeling closer and closer to your release. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

You moaned his name over and over again as you felt your walls pulsing against his dick, reaching your orgasm with a last thrust and cumming so hard you swore you saw stars behind your eyelids. “Good girl.” he praised, his fingers never leaving your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm. “Look how much you came.” he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip and humming when, after bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, he tasted your second orgasm of the night.

You gasped when he suddenly slammed you against the mattress, one of his hands on your hips and the other on your neck, choking you as he harshly started fucking you. Just like you dreamed of, like you deserved it.

“Eddie…, s…stop…” you tried to say, the overstimulation making your eyes roll back as he thrusted deeply and fast in and out of you. You moaned when he didn’t listen, choking you harder as the wet sound of his balls hitting your ass and your juices against his dick filled the room with his grunts and your whimpers as company.

“Did you think that I was done with you?” he inquired, a smirk on his lips when he saw your mouth fall open in moans and cries, the simple but beautiful makeup you’ve worked so hard on just for him running down your cheeks with your tears. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to ruin you? To fuck the shit out of you? Fill you with my cum?” he whispered that last part against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and making you whimper at his teasing. “Then fucking take it.” he muttered, groaning when he slammed his hips even harder, your sweet spot being hit over and over again, making your eyes roll back.

“Eddie…” you cried out, trying to push him away when you felt like it was too much. “Stop… Something… Something is gonna come out.” you whimpered, your nails digging in his back and leaving marks as he choked you. You were muttering nonsense against his neck. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…!” you tried to warn him before you came undone in whimpers and cries in between his arms, his sheets, stomach and your thighs getting damped as you squirted. You felt like dying, ‘cause it felt so good…

“Fucking hell…” he muttered, releasing his grip on your neck to grip your hips with both of his hands. “Did you just squirted?” a cry left your eyes when he asked, feeling your cheeks redden but still too fucked out to realize what had just happened. “That’s fucking hot.” he moaned, pulling you towards his hips with every new and harsh trust.

“Eddie please, please, please…” you pleaded, your nails digging on his stomach as you tried to push him away, feeling too overwhelmed with everything but still wanting him to go even further, feeling that strange feeling building up once again.

“What?” he smirked, hair sticking to his forehead as he fucked your brains out, grasping both your wrists with one of his hands to make you stop and pull you harder on his dick. The way your pussy just received him so easily was driving him insane. “Is that greedy pussy of yours gonna squirt all over my sheets again?” you moaned. “Look at you, taking me so deep and so good. You really are a slut for dick, aren’t you? You want it so bad…” you whimpered at his words, your body twitching below him as you moaned. “Want so bad to have the shit fucked out of you. To cum over and over again on my dick…” he groaned when you screamed his name, feeling the wet liquid dampening your thighs once again as he thrusted deep inside you. “Fuck, you are so pretty.” he groaned, his dick twitching inside of you and his hips buckled against yours, his thrusts more erratic as he felt himself reaching his own release. “Tell me baby, do you want it? Do you want my cum in that pretty pussy of yours, hmm?” you nodded, babbling incoherent words as you couldn’t even form a full sentence, not when Eddie was fucking you so good you couldn’t even breath. “Use your pretty words for me, will you?” you moaned, your hands flying to his back once again when he leaned over you, releasing his grip on your wrists to kiss your neck and chest.

“Yes…Yes…” you brought yourself to mutter, tears on your eyes as your legs surrounded his waist. “Please, please Eddie, want your…, want your cum…” he groaned, biting hard on your neck and making you whimper. “I want it. I want it, please…”

You sounded so pathetic and pretty begging for his cum like that… He loved it.

“Fuck. Gonna… Gonna cum, baby.” he moaned on your neck, after two more harsh thrusts cumming deep inside your pulsing cunt, filling you up to the brim as he kept you in place. You moaned when you felt it, sticky and warm, filling you so good your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He moaned as he kissed and sucked on the skin of your neck, his tongue entering your mouth in a wet and sloppy kiss as he came down from his high. “Fuck baby, you did so good for me.” he muttered against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Such a good girl for my dick.” you whimpered when he slipped out of you. “Fuck, look at that…” he moaned, watching his cum fall down from your pussy to his wet and messed up sheets.

You screamed his name when you felt his tongue on your cunt, your hands gripping his locks as he licked you clean. “Fuck, Eddie…” you moaned, when he pumped his cum in and out of you with two of his fingers.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” he smirked when he met your fucked out eyes, sucking the mix of both your juices and making you shiver. “Let me clean you all up, alright?”

But Eddie learnt something new that night. There was nothing he liked more than eating you out with his cum dripping down your cunt.

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