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𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧! 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝-𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞”

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠?, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟓𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝?

Pillows caress your head as you fall into bed for the night. Your blankets are a warm caress, urging you to sleep the day off with a gentle hug.

Blissful sleep swirls through your body in soft waves as your eyes grow heavy. Eventually you give and are swept into blissful rest without a care in the world.

Tap, tap.

Tap.

You stir without opening your eyes. The tapping gently woke you, nothing to be startled about. Hoping it’s just the house “settling” or the wind blowing tree branches against your window. This house is old anyways, you’ve heard plenty of noises throughout your time here.

Tap, tap tap.

You pull your comforter over your shoulder as you change positions, turning away from the noise.

Is that… static?

Soft static buzzes throughout your room - a noise you’ve never heard in this house before. You don’t even own a radio.

Tap, tap.

The static grows louder.

And that’s when you feel it.

The hairs on your neck stand up and your heart plummets to your stomach. You can’t shake the feeling of someone is… watching you.

Goosebumps litter your skin and the back of your head feels like it’s on fire. Your head thumps loudly as your heartbeat picks up.

It’s probably nothing, nothing at all. You’re just working yourself up, this is stupid. You’ve never had a “paranormal” experience in this house, why would it start now? Your body feels like it's racing, blood pulses violently under your skin as your mouth fills with a tangy taste. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to seal them closed forever and forget about this ominous feeling.

“Look at me.”

You blanch. Your body stiffens with pure fear. Your eyes shoot open, starting straight into the darkness of your bedroom. You can’t help it, you can’t pretend anymore.

Your feet, your palms, your whole body is striked. You feel clammy, all parts of your body hot and cold at the same time.

“Look.” The voice calls again with more demand.

Unbeknownst to you, you oblige.

Turning your body over you’re met with darkness other than blown wide, glowing red eyes and a sadistic grin.

You shake with paralyzing fear, and you swear you might release your bladder onto your mattress.

But before you could even process, you blink and the face is gone.

–

It’s been a week since you’ve dreamt of… whatever that was. You’re convinced it was a sick dream, even though it took hours with the light on to sleep again that night.

You go through your nightly routine of tidying up after you come home from work, pick out your clothes for the next day, showering, skincare and finally cozy up in your bed.

Picking up your phone, you scroll through social media.

After a few hours of doom-scrolling, your eyelids grow heavy. You turn off your phone and roll over to let sleep drift you away.

Until, that static fills the room again.

It’s just your imagination. Nothing can hurt you. It’s just your imagination. You think over and over, until it becomes true. Sleep.

Ice cold air washes over you and you force your eyes shut, ignoring the fear pumping loudly through your body.

Tap, tap, tap.

Just your imagination.

Sleep.

“Sweetie,” a staticy voice gently calls to you, “Open your eyes.”

“Not real, not real..” You say, covering your face with your comforter like it’ll protect you from whatever lurks in the corner of your room.

The sounds of static grow louder, prickling your skin in a teasing way. Like the static is real, and it’s caressing your body.

The voice calls out your name softly and your stomach threatens to release your dinner all over your bed.

“But I am real, open your eyes.”

It’s a threat.

Your body stiffens as bile rises in your throat. Your skin is so tight from fear that it hurts to remove the blankets off your face.

Your eyes open slowly, terrified of what you’ll see in the corner of your room.

It’s pitch black, but somehow the figure that stands in the corner is even darker. Shadows curl and twist off his body. The eyes you meet are red, but not blown wide as last time. A too-wide smile glows, contrasting against the darkness.

The creature observes you quietly, static humming gentler now.

“You’re not real! Go away!” Your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper due to your lungs constricting under your ribs.

The creature's face tilts to the side as his eyes narrow down at you.

“That may work on lesser demons, but I am not one of them.”

Your body violently shakes now, the fear washing over you is frigid and stuns you in place.

“What do you want?” You manage to say.

“Something, but not tonight, my dear.” It says before shadows twist up the figure's body and he’s gone.

—

Every few days, you’d hear that tap, tap behind a door, in the walls or even through the window next to your bed. The advances at night begged for your attention, begging you to look at the creature but you refused. You haven’t slept right in weeks.

Static would pass by your ears while you're alone, but more so at nighttime. It seems like this creature wants you to know he’s there, watching your every move. Despite those occurrences, he has not shown himself directly, or spoken to you.

You’ve decided to move out of your room to see if he would leave you alone. And for the past couple of weeks, you’ve staked out in your living room. Every night, you leave the TV and the lights on. And to your relief, the creature has not paid a visit.

It’s late on a weekend, so you stay up scrolling on your phone curled up in blankets on your couch.

Stretching your arms, you yawn and check the time.

2am.

You sink deeper into the couch and put on a comfort show to fall asleep to. You close your eyes before you hear that bone chilling voice mixed with static.

“You think sleeping on the couch with lights on would stop me from paying a visit?”

The lights in your house flicker and your TV cuts out to static.

Your eyes shoot open, ready to curse the creature out. You thought this would end, why is he stalking? Haunting? Following you? What the fuck does he want?

“Get the fuck out of here!” You sit up on the couch and face the creature standing a few feet from your couch. You’re desperate to show him you’re not afraid, but your shaking body shows him otherwise.

The creature - man - stands tall, towering over your body even from a feet away. He’s nicely dressed in a red suit with a long coat and a cane. The red eyes you know all too well by now look down on you as his cheshire smile grows. Atop his head he has small horns and ears that twitch when you yell at him. His posture is nothing but sophisticated. You wonder why he’s presented himself to you in this way now after everything.

“Oh darling, that’s not how a lady talks, now is it?”

It’s fear and anger that boil in your chest now.

“What do you want from me?” You stand your ground, determined to banish this creature forever. Before, you thought that it was your imagination, but now you see he is completely real.

His picks lint off his jacket, “I’ve been watching you for a while now,” he begins. And you know that. You fucking know that. He’s been terrorizing you and your home, he even exiled you out to sleep in your living room. “And you have something I want.”

His hands re-adjust to rest on top of his cane.

“What are you?” You ask.

“Here’s the deal, sweetheart, I’ll tell you everything you want to know if you play a game.”

Your nose crinkles, “A game? Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Now, now, my dear. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure.” He reaches out a hand, but you don’t take it.

“I see,” he hums, retracting his hand to rest over his cane again, “I apologize for scaring you before. I must say that you’ve intrigued me, my dear. I want to offer a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Your brows furrow at his request. “Why would I want to make a deal with you? Are you some kind of ghost? A demon?”

“I’m someone who can make your wildest dreams come true, sweetheart!”

Alastor steps closer to you extending a finger to your chin. You try to back away, but he grips your jaw gently between his fingers to force you to look up at him.

“All the riches in the world. All the luck you can have. I know what desires you have, I’ve been studying you. I will give you everything you wish until your time here ends.” His body towers closely over yours sitting on your couch. His figure is enormous, and his eyes look down at you with a glimmer.

You process his words carefully.

“In exchange for what?”

“Your eternal enslavement in hell of course, my dear. I’ll own your soul once you die. I will say that it sounds a lot worse than it is.”

An eternity in hell for everything you could want while you live on earth. You mull it over.

“This is why you’ve been stalking me? Why me?”

“Darling,” he removes his hand from your chin, but doesn’t move, “You’re just what I want. I’m very curious about you, as I said, you intrigue me.”

You wait for more, but he doesn’t answer.

“Your soul after you die, for your life to be filled with every earthly delight you can imagine.”

“I’m- not sur-” you begin but he quickly cuts you off.

“I know you, more than you think I do. I know all your little secrets,” His eyes darken, “I will protect you, here and in hell.” His head cocks to the side, his eyes narrow down at you.

“You’ll protect me? For eternity? And give me everything I want here while I live?” You look down at your hands, “That's all you want? My soul for you to give me everything?”

He hums, “Yes, my dear. It would be a pleasure to work with you,” he takes a step back and flips his cane swifty before catching it. He extends his hand once again for you, “Do we have a deal?” His lips curl, showing his gums to you as he smiles.

You take a breath and think how this deal couldn’t hurt. Everything in life for your soul. You could live comfortably and happily, rich even, and all you have to do is go to hell with him. But, you’ll be protected on either end of the deal.

You extend your hand out to his and shake. “Deal.” his hand grips yours tightly, and his eyes and smile glow green. Shadows expel off his body and surround your limbs in a caress.

Before you blink, Alastor is gone once again.

—

You don’t see Alastor for a few days, and honestly you don’t mind that. But you have noticed that your life has gotten… better. Small things like people offering to pay for your groceries, you’ve gotten a promotion at your job and a hell of a raise. Little things that make you think what Alastor did isn’t just a fever dream - that he’s real.

You try not to think of your eternal enslavement at the end of your life. But you cling on to the promise he made to you, that he would protect you even after all is said and done.

Slipping into your covers at the end of a long week, your body burns with need. The end of an exciting week was a lot for you… and you want to take the load off. Feeling happier than ever with the events of the past few days were a dream come true, but the stress of it all somehow makes you feel like you have a lot on your shoulders now.

Your hand slips down between your legs, a finger gently slides over your clit for a tease. Your core burns hotter with need. Pressing into yourself, you draw little circles over your bundle of nerves. Your free hand slides up to tease a nipple.

You groan at the feeling. You buck your hips up into your own touch as your fingers do the work. You know exactly what you like and how to do it, and your body becomes hotter with every movement.

Your slick builds up at your opening, as you dip a finger down to catch the slick to bring it back up to your clit. You huff, working yourself so well that you -

“Busy, darling?”

Alastors staticy voice startles you. Your hand shoots away from yourself and you quickly pull your covers over your body. Heat flushes over your face as mortification bubbles in your gut.

“Alastor!” You gasp, you can’t bear to meet his eyes.

Alastor stands poise as ever, his head already tilted to the side, grinning down at your body.

He knows. Of course he knows.

“If you needed help, you could have just called me.”

Your face twisted with embarrassment and confusion must have given you away because he continues, “Yes, you can call me here anytime you want. That was a part of the deal, how else would I be able to come at your beck and call to give you what you want?”

“Alastor, please, not now,” you mumble and his ear twitches with annoyance.

This is a sick and twisted situation. Guilt, mortification, and sickness floods your body. You made a deal with… whatever he is. To cheat at life. He has access to you whenever you need… or in this case, whenever he wants.

“Why are you here?” You ask.

“I thought I would drop by to see how my little sweetheart was doing, and I can see she’s occupied.” His steps are slow towards the bed.

“Not now… please.” You turn your face away from him. Your face is melting, you can feel it burning up your neck, your cheeks…

“Lay back down,” his hand gently pushes you down. You protest for a second, but his strength pushes you down more.

“I don’t-”

“I can see you need assistance, my dear. Let me take care of this for you, it’s what I’m here for.” His body towers over you as he stands next to the bed.

“I didn’t think this was a part of the deal,” you look up at him. You don’t want it to be a part of the deal.

“Nonsense.” He dismisses you.

You close your thighs together as his hand snakes over your legs under the covers.

“Open.” He commands.

“Alastor-” you plead. You want him gone. This is too much. It’s embarrassing as it is…

“Do you dare to disrespect me? The one who owns your fucking soul?” The static in his voice is as loud as the first night he came into your room, and the lights in your room flicker on and off. His gums show as he talks to you.

Then his hands pry your legs apart.

“You will listen to me and I won’t repeat myself again.” Alastor yanks the covers off your naked body as a gasp leaves your lips.

“I can give you anything you want and I’ve already started. Did you like not paying for food this week? Or how about that promotion?” He tilts his head down to you, his face so close to yours as he glares into your soul.

“I did, Alastor.” The coldness of the room makes your skin prickle, your nipples hard.

“This deal goes both ways for me. You get everything you want and I own you. Which means I get to do whatever I want to you.”

Before you could respond, metal appears out of thin air and tightens around your neck. Alastor grips at the chain connected to your neck and tugs you forward. His hand cradles your jaw as he forces you to look up at him.

“Now, do you want to feel good?” He hums.

Your teasing from earlier still burns with need. But you don’t want him to take care of you.

You nod anyways.

“Lovely.”

The hand that grips your chin releases to free his cock from his pants. His cock looks like its aching for you, beaded with pre-cm already as it lays over your stomach. His hand then slides down your belly and rests over your thigh. He grips your thigh roughly, squeezing your sensitive skin so close to your core. His fingers dance over your skin, tickling your nerves.

A finger flicks up to your opening and you whimper, pulling at the chain in his grip.

“Already so wet,” he comments, “Look at me, dear.”

You meet his gaze as his fingers slide up to your clit. He’s not gentle when he rubs circles over it, but the way he does it has your head falling back. Your eyes still hold his gaze as the pressure he gives you at your bundle of nerves make you buck into him.

“What a good girl.” He praises, then picks up his pace. His fingers work fast and hard, rubbing you roughly in all the best ways. Your mouth slacks open as your core begins to tighten.

“See? I’m making you feel so good, and you didn’t want this. You want this now?” He tugs at the chain.

You nod, unable to use words as your being carried by the ecstasy he is making you feel. Alastor grinds his hips over your stomach so his cock can feel friction.

“Speak,” he sing songs to you, “Speak and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes, Alastor.” You give into the beautiful feeling he’s giving you.

“Give it to me.” He commands, pressing harder into your clit. His smile is disgusting, his eyes are full of pure delight. He is enjoying seeing you wrecked.

The tightness in your belly snaps and you scream out. Bucking your hips into his fingers as your ride out your high. Alastor watches in amazement, taking the sight of you in completely.

“Ahh, that’s a good girl but we aren’t done yet. You want to be filled up?”

You know better than to just nod, so you give him a breathless “yes,” and he’s tugging you up by your chain.

His arm wraps around the small of your back, hand clawing at the flesh of your hips. Your legs wrap around his waist and he keeps you close. You feel his cock throbbing at your slit, and you’re not sure if it’ll fit.

Your chain has no give to move so you hold Alastor tightly against you. Your face is extremely close to his, as he leans over your body.

In one swift motion, he thrusts himself into you. Your back arches as you cry out.

He hums, “You’ll get used to it dear.” His smile is devilish and confident as he looks down at your flushed face, his eyes are heavily lidded.

He pulls back just to thrust himself inside you. With every thrust it’s deeper, and deeper. The hand gripping the fat of your waist claws at you and forces you to move to his rhythm. The chain tugs roughly but he still doesn't give any slack.

His hair tickles your cheek, as he moves his face into the crook of your neck. His teeth bite roughly, drawing blood.

“So sweet,” he hums as he slides a tongue over the wound, lapping up your blood.

His pace picks up, and you're a melted mess held up by his leash and arm. Your body bounces to his movement. His balls slap against your ass with every rough thrust he gives.

His tongue laps at your blood in between kisses he gives against your neck. You clench around his cock with this.

“I feel you,” he murmurs in your ear, “Cum on me.”

His shadows burst out of his body, engulfing all corners of your room. One in particular slides between your bodies and rubs at your clit. Gentler than his fingers were, but enough to have you a babbling mess in his arms. Tears prick at your eyes as all parts of your body are touched. It’s too much.

Everything is so much. His shadow at your clit, his arm slung across your back keeping you close, his clawed hand piercing the skin at your waist, his teeth and togue working your neck, his hair tickling your face, it's all so fucking much.

And you give. You groan, a noise coming from deep within as the bubble pops in your lower belly. Your cunt flutters around his cock and it sends him over the edge.

With one, two, three thrusts his hips stutter and glue them to you as he fills your cunt with warm cum.

As he does this, his tongue licks along your jaw and his teeth nip at your earlobe.

He catches his breath relatively quickly, and his face comes to yours. He gives that calm demeanor he gave the night he made the deal with you.

He tugs the chain on your neck, reminding you that you’re forever tied as he promises,

“Forever mine.”

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munsonswhxre86 · 9 months

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Deadly class: Marcus x non-binary Reader.

Contains: smut just pure smut, rough hard smut. Enjoy.

I kinda don't use she/her or he/him I just use "You/You're"

You both known eachother since the beginning, when both of you started in class

You both were friend-enemies.

You both were in the same friend group or that's what you'd call it, something you didn't have much of because of how people we're at the school or in general.

You both go to a party you're both invited to with the group, it was your second party you've been to you went to the huge ass house they had a pool and everything. They definitely were rich, they probably wouldn't even notice if something went missing you thought.

You got passed a drink and said fuck it and started to drink it, you sooner or later had 6 drinks got drunk as hell and marcus saw you Hella drunk and picked you up and brought you to a room upstairs. He brought water and a hot towel to put over your head and sat there until you passed, you woke up back at the school but in his room.

You still were fully clothed but were covered in a blanket you'd assume he stole for you and a pillow to rest, you wake up and sit up on the bed to see Marcus come in and close the door to turn around to see you awake. He had water in his hand to give to you to wake up if you had gotten thirsty, obviously you took it because you were thirsty he looked at you and chuckled

"heh. You snore pretty loud, you know." You looked away drinking the water in embarrassment you both giggled at the fact you snore while sleeping, one thing he didn't know was you'd liked him for while but he'd never like you back or so you thought. He put his hand behind his neck rubbing it saying "you'd slept all day you know" you gasped "wait really?." He rolled his eyes because he was kinda tired from school "yeah don't worry about it" he sat down beside you looking at you, you both lean in a kiss, you feel like everything around the both of you is gone and only you two kissing.

It felt so magical for one second you felt happy you slid your hand on his and he slowly held your hand and you both just started to make out, you got pushed against the wall while still kissing Marcus very rough he started to slide his hand up your waist and he looked at your eyes for permission and you nodded, he preceeded to grab your brest hard and then biting your lip you let out a small moan and that just turned him on he took his shirt off and pulled yours off and then bitting your neck and sucking on it making you gasp and lean your head back closing your eyes talking it all in, you were loving it.

You both then preceeded to take the rest of your clothes off and he pins you against the wall looking in your eyes slowly looking down and back up to your lips and kissing you hard and pressing himself against you so hard. He lifted you up against the wall still roughly kissing you untill you feel his tip slipping in, in mid way moan he kisses you and then starts to slowly put it in and out but every moan you make he starts to get faster and rougher, you'd knew he wanted to do worse to you he started to go so fast your makeup started to run down your face maoning, gasping for air but in love with his member and they way he was using it. You felt every inch of his member inside you and oh god it felt fucking good.

He puts you down and shoves you on the bed spanking your ass hard and then pulling you hair and slamming his memember back in you, you started to cry but moan at the same time gasping for air. Your eyes roll back as you felt the nott in your stomach about to burst, you were about to cum all over his huge fat memeber.. he was close too he started to slam faster in you whimpering and groaning rolling his head back slamming harder and harder every whimper. You both cum together and then fall back on the bed you on-top of you. Hugging you and kissing your check. "I Love you Y/n" and you both fell asleep.

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Peaches & Cream (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer can’t get enough of you. Request: Baby Reid is so pussy drunk that he’s unfazed that he’s overstimulating you because he can’t get enough + Spencer overstimulating reader 🤤 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation Word Count: 1k

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Spencer Reid has always been an odd man with eclectic tastes. Most people see him as something innocent. You were once convinced of the same. But within a few months of knowing him, you had become intimately familiar with his proficiency at a few things in particular. Things that were far from innocent.

The first sexual encounter you had with him was about what you expected. He was insecure but eager. He tackled the challenge of you with the same scientific curiosity he had for everything else.

If there was one thing that surprised you, however, it was the vigor with which he pursued a very specific activity. He outright begged, complete with slurred speech and pawing hands.

"Please," he begs, "You taste so sweet."

Like peaches and cream.

You were charmed by his pitiful behavior, and, eventually, you relent. You grant him full, unadulterated access to your body. There, you know you will learn the true extent of his proficiency.

Spencer looks down at you, already writhing against satin sheets. His pupils are blown and his mouth, though parted, are curved into a smile. Every few seconds, he licks his lips.

Despite his enthusiasm, he takes his time down your body. Every inch down, he places another kiss. At first, they are chaste pecks, but the closer he gets to his goal, the longer they last. By the time he gets to just below your belly button, he is practically drooling with anticipation.

His tongue runs across your stomach. You suck in a quick breath at the juxtaposition of hot and cold.

He smiles just before he finally captures his prize. He uses both hands to push your legs apart, and he fills the empty space immediately. There is no hesitation before he runs his tongue along glistening folds.

Your whole body shudders.

He does it again, this time deeper. Heat on heat, his tongue draws along each fold like he was memorizing the petals. Each stroke showed an immense appreciation for you. It was something akin to worship.

Within seconds, you realize an undeniable truth: Spencer will never be happier than when his face is buried between your thighs.

That knowledge alone is enough to drive you wild, but it is difficult to focus on it long when the man at your altar is becoming bolder in his admiration.

When the tip of his tongue circles your clit, you gasp. Your hands abandoned balled up sheets and instead rooted through his hair.

He pauses, sucking in a similar breath. It brings with it a coolness, a stark contrast to his mouth that lasted less than a second. There were no protests when you started to pull. Spencer would move maybe half an inch each time, carefully accounting for the differences in your sounds.

Curious and capable as ever, he made sure that every action led to an even more delightful reaction from you. He was not easily dissuaded from his conquest, either.

In fact, the more you squirmed, the harder he went. To keep you where he wanted you, he placed a heavy forearm against your waist. When even that didn’t provide him enough control, he slipped two fingers into your aching heat.

“Spencer!” you squeak.

You realize he probably can’t hear you when your thighs are covering his ears.

But you can hear him. You hear the sloppy sounds of his tongue and lips as they lavish every inch of silky skin. Even louder, you hear—you feel—the wanton sounds of his groans. The sound waves penetrate your skin and stoke the ever-growing fire.

“Spencer,” you try to whine even louder.

Your fingers tangle in his hair while your thighs start to slip in their attempts to push him away, just for a second.

The next time you try to say his name, the sound catches in your throat.

His fingers are curling, dragging down sensitive, fluttering walls without any sign of stopping. His mouth, now as wet as the object of his desire, slides easily up your folds. It stops just as they reach your most sensitive point.

Spencer’s arm is holding you down even when your hips start to buck. The pressure intensifies the already overwhelming feeling of his fingers as they stroke you, unhurried and insistent as ever.

Just as you close your eyes, his tongue begins drawing lazy circles around an almost painfully swollen pearl.

All at once, you come undone. Your muscles tense, pushing him away and pulling him closer all at once. It feels like a lifetime of pleasure condensed into a single moment.

“Oh, God,” you keen as the pleasure quickly morphs to pain, “s’too much!”

But all he heard was your praise. He was drunk on the feeling of fluttering walls and the sticky sweet taste of your release.

“It’s too much!” you sob.

He stops long enough to growl, “One more.”

Then he’s gone again. He keeps going until he fulfills his quest. Until your shaking ceases and you turn limp. Until you are sobbing with pleasure, with tears coating your cheeks. Until the only thing he can hear is mangled versions of his name.

When you fall apart again, he finally relents.

He draws his fingers out of you slowly so he can watch how you twitch. He looks at you with a sated, glistening smile.

“Sorry,” he chuckles when he realizes what a mess he’s made of you. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

The tenderness he usually carries returns quickly. By the time he is close enough to kiss salty, damp cheeks, he is the same sweet boy he (almost) always is.

But after a few innocent kisses, you notice a more sinister pressure of his erection against your stomach.

“We can stop,” he whispers against your cheek.

You know it will be too much.

Yet you smile when you answer, “Don’t you dare.”

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Morning Reverie (S.R.).

Summary: Spencer wakes Reader for a sleepy, early morning tryst. Request: Morning wood Spencer Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Hint of somnophilia, established relationship, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, mild D/s themes Word Count: 1.2k

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Spencer used to hate mornings. The early light, however beautiful, always carried with it an unappealing chill. Most mornings, he would cringe and curse the first hints of sunshine breaching through the blinds.

But things had changed since he met you. The mornings had morphed from monotony to opportunities. Another day, another chance to find new ways to love you.

Spencer used to wake from dreams and reach for the empty space beside him. Now, when he wakes, he finds that you are there, already as close as you could be.

Your back is pressed against his body, and, specifically, his dick is carefully wedged between soft cheeks.

“Fuck,” he whispers, half-hoping you’ll wake.

When you don’t, the more sinister side of him is almost pleased at the opportunity to enjoy a few more seconds of sleepy bliss.

His arm is already draped over your waist, but he flattens his hand against your stomach slowly. He wants to be sure that when you stir, you feel just how close you’ve drifted in an unconscious state.

Once he has you properly in his hold, he presses his hips forward. His body shudders at the friction. He moves again, this time pushing down on your hips and causing your back to arch against him.

You finally begin to wake.

As soon as he hears beautiful, groggy whines, he slips his hand past the waistband of your underwear.

“Good morning,” he whispers in your ear.

It’s your turn to be covered in goosebumps. You gasp when you feel his fingers part slick folds. You’re hardly awake, but his touch is as familiar and comforting as it’s ever been.

“G’morning,” you hum back happily.

Even within his crushing embrace, you manage to reach your legs back to tangle with his. Your heart is racing already, and you wonder how long he must’ve been grinding against your sleeping figure for your body to be so prepared for him already.

His fingers press into you and find no resistance. As they’re enveloped by your waiting heat, Spencer wraps his lips around the sensitive skin over your pulse point.

Immediately, your hand shoots down to push your underwear down. It still isn’t quick enough for you.

Spencer smiles against your neck. He enjoys each whimper you give as you suffer from wanting.

“Someone’s excited,” he slurs between slow kisses.

“Look who’s talking,” you chuckle.

To prove your point more fully, you arch your back further.

Spencer groans as the motion causes you to press harder against him. But that competitive spirit quickly resurfaced and took charge once more. His fingers that are still inside you sink deeper. He forces them down to the knuckle and uses his new grip to tilt your hips impossibly further forward.

“You should be grateful I woke you up so nicely,” he taunts.

Releasing some of the pressure, he sneaks his other hand between your bodies before he issues a warning that sets your body on fire.

“I could’ve been a lot meaner.”

He wraps a hand around his length and guides it to your heat. His fingers are still inside of you, and they suddenly feel woefully inadequate. Your body is already craving the full extent of him. You are squirming once more, trying to move up the bed to free his fingers so he could continue with what he’d originally planned.

Spencer chuckles at your desperation.

You don’t care.

“Please,” you say under your breath, “Please, fuck me.”

He appreciates the begging and gives in to your demands, albeit slower than you would like. As his hands pull away, he makes sure to drag the wetness over your thigh.

It was yet another reminder that, no matter who had started it, you had wanted it just as badly.

“Were you having sweet dreams?” he teases.

You don’t know how to answer. Truthfully, the line between reality and imagination felt blurry at best that morning. Your mind runs wild with fantasies to explore further at a future date.

Spencer accepts your silence as an admission of guilt, regardless of the variety.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles just as the head of his dick slides between slick folds. Then, with a bittersweet cruelty, he teases, “Maybe I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

With one swift motion, he thrusts into you. You choke on a shameless moan. You don’t even bother to bury your face in the pillow because you want him to hear how good it feels to be filled with him.

Part of him wishes he could be more aloof about his pursuit. It would be so much fun for you to be the only one who is desperate, for your whorish moans to echo in an otherwise silent room. He so desperately wants to prove that you are the one who wants it more.

But that would be a lie. Because it feels like heaven between your thighs. He listens to your voice shift octaves as he reaches new depths inside you, and he likens the sound to how others speak of angels.

He forces himself to slow down. He is reserved in his motions, soft as he takes his time running gentle fingers over your trembling figure.

You can feel the gentle thrumming of his heart from inside of you. He splays a hand over your chest and pulls you back until you can feel it against your back, too.

His hand plays lazily with your breasts before it creeps down until it rests between your legs again. There, it finds the sensitive nub just above where your bodies meet.

“I like it when you’re nice,” you giggle.

“Yeah?” he teases. His fingers slide easily around your clit, just as carefully and practiced as his hips that stayed where they are.

You want to answer, but his ministrations cause your muscles to tense. That action, in turn, makes you even more acutely aware of how deep inside you he really is.

He kisses your jaw as if to prove that he can be nice when he wants to be.

Then, with a smirk, he growls, “You like it when I’m mean, too.”

Without withdrawing, he bucks his hips hard against you. The sensation it causes is nearly blinding, and you are almost dizzy with the pleasure.

His fingers move even faster, his hips continuing to fuck you harder while his other hand holds your shoulder down to keep you where he wants you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he begs between clenched teeth, “Make me proud.”

The tension throughout your body snaps. You gasp for air as your muscles clamp around him like a vice.

Distantly, you hear him groan with relief. You feel the warmth fill your body that is aching for it; the soft throbbing of spent bodies seeking to come even closer somehow.

His hips still grind against you with staccato thrusts, but his hand rests softly above where your bodies are still joined. You feel all the evidence of your desire pooling at the base of your bodies, and you shudder in response.

Instinctively, Spencer pulls you closer to keep you warm.

Happiness radiates from you both as you smile. The sun creeps over to bathe you both in the light of a new day, and the morning continues like the most beautiful dream.

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Felt this on a spiritual level

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

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Car Troubles

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ll do anything to get your neighbors attention. Even going as far as to break your car.

Warnings: Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI) slight dom!eddie, sexual tension, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, check in (spotlight), name calling: (slut, baby, pretty girl), face fucking, ball worship, spit, slapping, spanking, breath play, pet names, rimming, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, breeding kink, creampie

WC: 4.2K

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You couldn’t believe what you were actually doing right now.

The hood to your car was up and you were bent over looking inside it as if you were trying to find the problem, but you know what it already was. The problem was that you took out something called a “spark plug” and tossed it behind your trailer, so far away in the trees that you knew it wouldn’t be found.

Why were you doing this? Your hot neighbor has been working on his van for weeks and as much as you tried to get more of his attention, it never went to plan. So, now here you are with a “broken down” car and all the opportunity in the world at your fingertips.

Now, you’ve known Eddie since high school, but you two were in different friend groups and never had much interaction before. Except for the occasional partnering up for an in class assignment or seeing him step out into his trailer porch for a late night smoke (secretly hoping he would come over to your porch and offer you one). He would always wave over to you, causing you to get those school girl-like butterflies in your stomach. You had always had a crush on him as well.

How could you not? Eddie was always seen as this “no good boy who played a devilish game,” but you were into that. You were into the thought of him being the forbidden fruit that Eve couldn’t have. Just the mere thought sent chills down your spine.

When you looked over at Eddie, your jaw nearly dropped. He had his hair in a low messy bun, some of the shorter hairs falling in his face, and his mechanic overalls tied lowly on his hips. To make matters worse, he was covered in oil and grease, it staining his skin the the white wife beater that he was wearing. Your bit at your bottom lip and gawked at him; as if he was some sex god and from what you’ve heard from some of the women in town, he was a sex god.

Were you bending over your car and making a show of it? Definitely. You were in the shortest shorts you could find; your ass cheeks poking out of the bottom of the shorts and jiggling with each move you made. When you would turn around for a drink of water, you would make sure to let some drip down the valley of your breast, patting yourself on the back when you noticed that Eddie would watch the drip.

Eddie had noticed you as soon as you walked out your door. He noticed the way your shorts hugged your ass perfectly and how your titties would bounce while you walked down the steps. His cock would twitch in his boxers and now he had the chance to talk to you, he wasn’t going to pass that up.

“You need help with something?”

Oh shit, you were caught. When you looked up at his face, he was smirking and wiping his hands over his shirt. The sight of his eyes on you alone was making your face turn beet red and your head speed up.

“U-uh, yeah actually.” Suddenly your mouth was very dry and you didn’t know how to form words. “My car, it won’t-it won’t start.” You nervously fiddled with your fingers as he walked over to you and your car, his hip lightly bumping into yours.

Eddie leaned over your car, looking to see what was wrong with him. You got a whiff of his cologne and couldn’t help but clench your thighs. He smelled like Old Spice, cars, and a hint of weed. It made you want him even more.

You were too lost in your thoughts to notice that Eddie had stood back up and faced you, his body close to yours. “Looks like your spark plug is missing. How does that happen?”

“Missing? That doesn’t make any sense.” You tried to not give it away that you were the reason, so you looked to where the spark plug originally was, shock witten on your face. “Could it have come loose and fell out? Is this possible?”

Eddie flashed you a toothy grin before shutting the hood of your car. “It’s unheard of for something like that to happen, but I guess it could.” He leaned against your car, his hips pushing out a little and you swore you could see the outline of his cock through the bottom of the overalls.

You subtly try to wipe the sweat from your forehead, hoping that he doesn’t see the effect he has over you. “So, what do I do now?”

“Well, I could give you a ride to an auto shop so you can buy the part you need or,” he took a step closer to you, his chest now centimeters from your own. “You can tell me why I saw you throw it behind your trailer earlier.” Eddie smirked at your face, you had been caught and you knew it. There was no going back now.

“Fuck, you saw that?” Eddie nodded and your face turned even more red than it was before. “I just wanted an excuse to talk to you and I know you’ve been working on your van recently, so I thought my car not working would help.”

Eddie laughed and got closer to you so that you were now leaning against the front of your car. “You wanted my attention? Is that why you’re wearing this small outfit?” His fingers toyed at the hem of your shirt. “Why when you bent over, you shook your ass thinking I wouldn’t see it.”

His hands wrapped around your waist and trailed down to cup your ass, causing you to let out a small gasp. “I craved your attention.” You backed into his touch, already wanted more of it. “I would’ve gone a lot further if you didn’t catch me.”

“Is that so? How far are we talking?” His face was close to yours, so close that you could feel his breath fan across your lips and cheeks. His voice was deep and raspy: lust practically rolled off his tongue and into your lungs, feeling you with need.

You slid your hands down the front of his overalls and you could feel his cock harden at the warmth of your hands. “Maybe I would’ve left my curtains open and let you watch me strip, or let you watch me play with my pussy to the thought of you wrecking it? I’ve done it so many times,” you squeezed at the outline of his cock, his head falling so his forehead was now pressed against yours. “Came so many times to the thought of your cock ruining all my holes.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to come over here and have a quick fuck,” he pulled your hips to yours, his cock resting against you. “Always wanted to know what that pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock. Bet it feels like heaven.”

A sudden burst of confidence ran through your body as you reached a hand into his hair and gave it a tug. “Why don’t you stop being such a gentleman and find out.”

Eddie took that opportunity and ran with it. He grabbed ahold of your hand and led you to his trailer, decided against yours since he didn’t even know where your room was. As soon as the two of you made it through his door, his lips were against yours. It was a fast and messy kiss; wet tongues sliding over each other and teeth clanking every once in a while. He bit at your bottom lip and trailed his kisses down your neck, making sure to bite and suck hard enough to leave a hickey. You whined out, grinding your hips against his. The need you had for each other is very evident.

“Before we start,” he gently gripped your cheek to make you look at him, “you have to tell me when you don’t like something, okay? Red to stop, yellow to slow it down, and green to keep going.”

You nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak because you might just moan from how close his body was to you at this moment.

“No, I need to hear you say that you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.” You gripped his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. “Now, please, can we continue?”

Eddie laughed at your eagerness and gave you the go ahead, your lips immediately finding his neck and nibbling on it. You were getting such a rise out of him, he was used to doing all the work.

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Eddie.” Your hand reached for the rubber-band that held his hair in a bun and pulled on it, letting his curly hair flow around him. “Need it down so I can tug on it while you eat my pussy.”

“Such a filthy mouth,” he led you further into the trailer, right into his room. “Think we need to give you something to occupy it.”

Immediately, you dropped to your knees in front of him. “Please? I’ve always wanted to choke on your cock.”

You reached your hands up and pulled down his overalls, his boxers falling with them. The second his cock sprung up in front of your face, your jaw dropped. His cock was thick: veins running across it, and a red mushroom tip that dripped with precum. You knew that it was going to split your holes open, but you didn’t have an ounce of regret.

“Holy shit… i-it’s huge!” You didn’t have words, you were too struck by how perfect his cock was.

“Don’t act so shy now.” Eddie carded a finger through your hair and pulled, angling your head perfect for him. He grabbed his cock and tapped the tip against your lips, smearing some of the precum over them. “Open that mouth up for me, yeah?”

You opened your mouth, your tongue hanging out, just begging for attention. Eddie slid the tip of his cock over the warm muscle and groaned, the hand in your hair tightening. “Always knew you had such a nice mouth,” he thrusted his cock forward, making you gag and tears brimming your eyes. “Gonna throat train you, make my cock fit perfectly in your throat.”

As you whined around his cock, he brought another hand down and held your head still. “Yeah, stay just like that.” He moved his hips, his cock sliding further down your throat and his balls squishing against your chin. Spit began to form in the corners of your mouth, slowly dripping down your chin and sticking to his heavy balls. Each time you tighten your throat, he groans, his head falling forward to watch you swallow his cock. “Shit, never knew you’d be this cock hungry. You’re just so eager to please me, so eager to get my cock in your wet pussy.”

Eddie was wrong about your pussy being wet. It wasn’t just wet, but soaked. You could feel yourself begin to soak through your panties and into your shorts, ruining your clothes. Having him say such dirty things to you and using your throat as a fleshlight was such a turn on, you couldn’t help it. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes roll in the back of his head and his mouth hanging open, he looked so good from this angle. You moved your hips against the air, looking for some kind of friction. Your whole body ached for an orgasm like never before.

“Look at you,” he pulled his cock from your throat, your saliva dripping from it. “You aching to be touched?” His hand caressed your cheek before smacking you, making you moan out. “You don’t get anything until I’m done with ruining your throat, got it?”

His cock slammed back into your throat, making tears flow down your cheek as you gag louder than before. “Hold it, you can take this. You wanted it bad, remember?” His fingers came down and plugged your nose. You struggled to breathe and he just smirked down at you. “Having some trouble?”

Your nails raked down his naked thighs, leaving red marks in his wake. Slowly, you could feel your lungs start to burn from the lack of air and just when you thought it was too much, he let your nose go. His cock still rested in your throat and you could feel it twitch and throb against your tongue.

“Fuck, I’m glad I can finally ruin your throat.” Eddie pulled his cock again, but this time he stepped closer and smashed your mouth against his balls. “But don’t these deserve some attention too?”

Your spit dribbled over the heavy balls, soaking them and making them easier to roll your tongue around. Eddie didn’t know this, but you went weak in the knees for balls. You sucked them into your mouth, gargling around them and trying your best to smirk while he grabbed at your head.

“God damn, that’s a good girl.” He grinded his balls against your mouth, your tongue staying still so he could use you as he pleases.

His balls became sticky as they pressed all over your face, catching on your nose and chin, but you had not a care in the world. It was only making you more soaked being used this way.

You felt as Eddie’s balls drew up and his cock twitched against his forehead, he was close and excited ran through your body. He pulled your face from his balls and forced your mouth open with his thumb, making sure it was wide enough. “You’re gonna catch every fucking drop.”

His hand pumped his cock, squeezing at the tip. The muscles of his stomach tightened and his breath for more ragged as thick ropes of cum shot out: your tongue catching all that you could, some hitting your cheeks. “Oh god, yes.” The tip of his cock got more red as more cum shot out, dripping right into your mouth. “So good for me, so fucking good.”

Tightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he kept filming until his balls were almost empty. When he finally opened his eyes back up, he smirked down at you. You swallowed his cum and scooped up what you missed, sucking on your fingers and shoving them down your throat. You were putting on a show for him.

“You’re a cum hungry slut.” Eddie kicked the clothes that pooled around his ankles to the side and tore off his shirt before helping you stand up. “It’s your turn to get ruined, pretty girl.” He pushed you back on the back, your head flopping into the pillows.

Eddie didn’t even have time to strip you, you were already sliding your shorts and panties down your legs, your pussy glistening in the sunlight peeking through the windows. You were so soaked that you were dripping down onto the sheets below you, already making a mess. You looked at Eddie, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He was looking at you like a starving man ready to devour his last meal.

You reached a hand down to play with your swollen clit, but Eddie slapped it away. “This is mine to play with.” He kneeled between your legs and spread your thighs further apart. His thumbs came down and spread your pussy lips apart, your slick stringing between them. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Can’t be the death of you now,” you bucked your hips up, silently begging to be touched. “Haven’t had you inside me yet.”

Soft kisses trailed up one of your thighs before you felt a cold breath fan over your pussy, you clenched around nothing. “O-oh,” you weren’t expecting just that breath to make you feel so good, but you whined out, needing more.

“Look at you,” Eddie swiped his thumb over your clit, causing your legs to shake some. “So wet and just begging to be touched,” he applied pressure to your clit, making you moan out and flop your head into the pillows. “Begging to be licked.”

“Please,” you reached down and tried your best to cup the back of his neck. You needed him closer, needed to feel his tongue on you. “I want you to taste me, make me cum.”

Eddie leaned his head down and swiped his tongue over your clit, humming to himself at the taste. “So sweet, knew it would be.” He licked again, this time with more pressure, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. “Want you to make a mess on my tongue, baby.”

Your legs locked around Eddie’s head as he practically dove into your pussy. His tongue swirled around every part of it, the sound of his spit and your wetness almost louder than your moans.

“H-holy fuck.” Your hands gripped the sheets below you, your body becoming hot with pleasure. “You’re so good, Eddie.”

Eddie’s moans reverberated through your body, your legs shaking around his hand now. The shaking only got worse when he suckled your swollen clit into your mouth, his teeth gently biting at it.

Your back arched up, now resting on your elbows to look at him eating you up. The sight before you almost had you cumming in a second. His big brown eyes were looking right at you, they were dark and full of want. You could see his tongue poke out and lick over your clit before sucking it back in his mouth. His fingers were digging into your thighs, keeping them tight around his head to hold his head still.

“Yes! Right there, right there.” Your hips grinding against his mouth, the coil inside of you tightening each second.

For a second, Eddie pulled away from you, unlocking your legs from his head. You went to whine out at the loss of contact, but stopped when he pushed your legs towards your chest, your hips now almost completely off the bed. He leaned down and spit on your puckered hole and you swear you could see stars form behind your eyes.

“Color?” His thumb swiped over the hole, spreading his spit around.

“Green, very green.” You moaned loudly as soon as his tongue licked over your soaked hole before sliding the tip of it inside. “E-Eddie!”

While his tongue was pumping in and out of your ass, two of his rough fingers slid into your welcoming pussy. The curled right up into the spongy spot inside you, pressing on it. Your moans became louder, the coil inside of you finally unraveling.

Before you felt yourself cum, you heard it. Heard yourself gush over his fingers that were deep inside you and felt yourself clench around them. Your body thrashed around, the feeling of yourself cumming making the hairs on your body stand up. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop, please.”

Eddie pulled away from your ass, his fingers inside your pussy only pumping faster. “Yeah? Keep squirting for me. Make a mess.”

And that you did, below you the sheets were soaked and Eddie’s chest and stomach were covered in it. When you felt his fingers slow down, you finally let out a breath. You’ve squirted before, but never that much.

“O-oh, my god.” You placed a hand over your face, almost too embarrassed to face him after what you just did.

You felt Eddie press small kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your chest before he moved your hand from your now very red chest. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He gave you a smirk, trailing the kisses up your cheek to your lips, taking your bottom lip in his before letting it go with a pop. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Are you sure? It was kind of.. a lot.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes, even after he said that it was incredible.

“I’m so sure.” Eddie grabbed your hand and put it right on his cock, it throbbing uncontrollably. “Got me hard again, painfully hard.”

You squeezed your hand and Eddie’s hand gripped your wrist as he bit his lip. “I need to be inside you.” He stripped off his dirty wife beater and threw it somewhere in the room, your shirt quickly following it.

He flipped you over, your stomach now pressed against the mattress and your ass in the air. You looked over your shoulder and gave Eddie a wink before wiggling your ass, signaling just how ready you were for him and his cock. “Please fuck me, Eddie.”

Not having to be told twice, Eddie got behind you. He grabbed his cock and tapped it against your clit, chuckling behind you when you let out a small whine. Just as you went to open your mouth to beg again, Eddie slid in. Immediately, he bottomed up, his balls finding home right against your clit. The feeling caused your head to fall toward, your face now in the pillows.

“No, no.” Eddie grabbed you by your hair, forcing your back against his sweaty chest. “Need to hear those pretty noises from your mouth,” his other hand reeled back before smacking your ass, a handprint sure to be visible in the morning. “Got it?”

“Y-yes, I got it.” You grind your hips against him, his cock nudging inside of you. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He pulls all the way out, his tip the only thing in your pussy before slamming back in, sending your body forward with how much force was behind your thrust.

“Eddie!” Your throat burned with how loud you screamed his name, almost like you carved it inside your body.

His hips rocked against yours, his balls squishing against your clit. Your body shook with pleasure, already so close to cumming and losing full control of yourself.

“Such a good pussy, knew it would just be perfect for my cock.” Both of his hands grabbed at your hips and had you meet his thrusts halfway. “Gonna feel this pussy up, watch as my cum drips out of you.” Eddie leans forward to your ear, his teeth barely catching your earlobe. “Maybe even get you pregnant, can’t let all the cum go to waste.”

“Please, just use me.” At this point you didn’t care what he said, you wanted it all with him. “Want your cum inside me, want to be so full of it.”

“That’s a good slut, just so eager to do what I want.”

Each slide of his cock was sending chills up and down your spine, making your body shake. The moans were just spilling out of you now, getting louder each time.

“This is my pussy now, yeah?” Eddie’s hand came down and spanked you again, your ass rippled under his touch. “I said,” he pulled out before slamming his cock back in, your thighs buckling under you. “Is this my pussy?”

“Yes!” Your body was on fire, pleasure flooding your nerves endings, “it’s all yours.”

The faster Eddie’s thrust got, the closer you got to cumming. You could tell he was close to, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his hold on your hips becoming tighter. The two of you were moaning in sync, your pussy clenching around his cock and his cock hitting your g-spot.

Your body slouched forward, the feeling of his cock wrecking you being too much to hold yourself up anymore.

His arm snaked around your body and found your aching clit, rubbing hard and fast figure 8’s on it. And that’s when it happened, your vision began to blur and your whole body convulsed under his touch. You came around his cock; a silent scream leaving you as your knuckles turned white with the grip you had on the pillows in front of you. Your cum dripped down his cock, the squelching sound becoming louder.

“Fuck, fuck- I’m cumming, baby.” Eddie’s body fell against your back, his hips now slamming into yours hard enough to leave bruises. Inside you, his cock twitched as he came, painting your insides white. “God damn!”

Your hips grinding against his again until you both stopped cumming, giving you both time to relax. He pulled out and you moaned at the feeling, his cum mixed with yours dripping out of you and down your thighs.

You reached down and scooped it up before shoving it back inside you, making sure Eddie was watching you, “you said we couldn’t let it go to waste.”

Behind you, Eddie was resting on his knees with a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re fucking amazing.” You flipped over to lay on your back and he joined you, pulling you close to him. “Always figured you’d be amazing though.”

“Me? Did you see how hard you made me squirt? That’s all you!” You laid your head on his chest and listened to his fast heartbeat, just glad to be this close to him. “What do we do now?”

“Well, now,” his fingers ran over your back, drawing imaginary shapes, “we relax before going outside to try and find your spark plug that you threw.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You laughed, “didn’t know it would be so easy to get your attention.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Eddie kissed your head, he was being sweet which is a good thing after he just wrecked you inside out. “After we find it, we can come back here for round two, three, four…”

“Yeah? Sounds good to me.” Your pussy was in for it, but you didn’t care. You were happy to be getting some good dick, especially from Eddie.

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