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belovedyandere · 11 months

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Yandere concubine who desperately wanted you in his bed but still too prideful to really admit it. Who paid off some random servicemen to put something in your drink . And when you are hit this sudden fervor, how kind of him to invite his chamber. You are really so lucky that he is willing to bare his body to you in the time of need. That is until you have him pin against his bed as he begs for you to please fuck him already.

Basically prideful yandere concubine who went from ‘you’re lucky to get to fuck me’ to ‘please fuck me and don’t stop’

cw. coercion, drugging, dubcon, overstimulation, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

Desperation can truly motivate a person to do acts that they themselves never thought possible. Especially if it is motivated by intense longing, and to be exposed to you yet not able to have you touch him the way he wished, it was absolute torture.

Objectively it would be considered easy to hire a servant to slip a pleasure inducing drug in your beverage without any knowledge from you or bystanders. But realistically, your concubine had to consider many elements and possible outcomes. Now you must remember that your concubine does not only have beauty but intelligence, if his status hadn’t been a lowly peasant, he would have certainly been a trusted advisor. He had enough information on your schedule of the week, mentally recorded after months of observing you. He knew the best possible time to act on his plan was the early morning of you being assigned to him. Unlike the others, you were quite diligent in your duties, each day consisting of waking early in the morning, breakfast, training, guarding, training, dinner and sleep. A repeated routine that the concubine thought was unnecessary. Since you woke earlier compared to others, you were often left alone, enough to have someone serve you a drink that had added ingredients.

The only part of the plan left was to find a servant who would be trustworthy and willing to do as asked. The concubine considered that he could be the one to serve you, but that would grow suspicion and he needn’t to involve the lustful monster of a princess. You were very secluded, never fraternising with servants nor any guards, but you were not hated. In fact, you were the very few who respected servants and treated them kindly. Admirable, of course, but troubling for the concubine. He looked to newly employed servants, and there he found a woman that was clearly enthralled with him, easy to sway to do his bidding.

Now came the day. Your concubine had attempted to sleep, he wanted to look his absolute best for you but his excitement got the better of him. Fortunately, he had the chance to be serviced by the servants, both himself and his room were clean and looking presentable. He adorned lustrous jewellery and the finest of silk clothing that were revealing, something the concubine could at least thank the princess for. Now all he must do is wait, which was easier said then done. Minutes felt like hours, but finally you arrived, voicing your attendance and you were excitedly invited in as you always had been before.

Prior to walking in, your body began to heat slowly and vision grow blurry. Entering the concubines chambers felt enticing, the incense and the dim-lit room felt comforting, however, seeing the man across you sit ever so elegantly with gleaming eyes made your body stir in unfamiliar ways. You closed the doors behind you and stood as strong and balanced as you could, but your cloudy eyes and heavy breath gave it away.

It worked.

It took some convincing for the concubine to let you sit on his bed, his voice soft and sympathetic, noticing your condition. He took it upon himself to undress you, hoping for you to breathe the cool air that your uniform hadn’t allowed. But his twitching hands and shaking legs proved to show his desperation, his patience had grown as thin as paper. He sat beside you, his hands slowly taking yours to hold, finally pleading his desires to you, stripping himself of his so called dignity and inviting you to ravish him. Your mind had grown foggy the moment you had sat down, almost as though your body had grown it’s own will to move, grabbing the concubine’s shoulders and pushing his back against the bed while you yourself had ripped off your lower clothing.

You hadn’t noticed the concubines excited grunt when you roughly man-handled him, his cock protruding against his garments, already creating a wet spot that began to expand. He called for you without shame, asking you to take him and use his body however you pleased. You had ripped his own clothes soon after, sending the heated concubine into a groan at your show of strength. Your knees had plopped themselves onto the bed, your cunt hovering over his cock, swaying your lips against it while your concubine pleaded with you desperately, wanting you to shove his cock in you and ride him like an animal, he whined the longer you took until you finally shunted your hips down, taking in his cock. His eyes rolled at the sensation, the tight walls that exuded a snake’s deadly talent of killing its predators through suffocation. His hands trembled as it travelled to rest on your broad hips, his moans loud and full of divine pleasure as you rolled your hips with such vigour, arms came to rest beside his head, lowering your body to where your face met his. He leaned forward to have a chance at those lips, and you were too blinded by the drug to know what was truly going on. You smashed your lips against him, your cunt squeezing his cock while you rode him.

It didn’t take long for him to orgasm. Concubine has bedded many women, all of which he never found true pleasure in, to finally climax, to finally have you in his chambers and use him how he had dreamed of for months, his emotions felt unexplainable, the chatty man was rendered speechless, left to a disheveled mess of moans and whines of wanting more. The drug prolonged the exposure to climaxing, taking longer for you to reach it, you took to changing positions constantly.

Your concubine was repeatedly grabbed, dragged and pulled mercilessly. From the bed to the floor, where your legs wrapped around him to sink his cock further in as he fucked you with ecstasy in his face. From the floor to the wall, where you carried him yourself and pushed your hips against his, using him as a doll to pleasure yourself. No room was left spared, each part of the chambers coated in his cum, though not to the amount of your cunt, the semen overflowing as though he was a teenager finally experiencing sex. It was until it grew dark outside did you finally reach the climax that blew your mind, leaving you restless and entering sleep right after while your concubine laid beside you breathless and full of pure joy. He winced when moving, his lower body littered with bruises and his cock used to where he felt poking it would be too much. But nevertheless, he moved himself to sleep against your body, your arm under his head as he drifted to sleep. He wasn’t too worried if you didn’t go back to where the guards were meant to rest, after each guarding you had with him, the next day was your day off. An excuse could easily be made and a ‘witness’ can easily take your side if need be. But for now he wanted to take in his success.

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ohimsummer · 5 months

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✎ . . .PRETTY, PINK LACE

— minors dni, bully! satosugu again……🧎‍♀️, gojo and geto (especially gojo) being gross little pervs, mentions of recording, masturbating, aftermath of this

The walk to class is strangely serene. You make it there with no headaches, no teasing, no interruptions, and no distractions. A soft breeze of the wind cools you off, and all that fills your ears is the idle chatter of other nearby students and the crunch of fallen leaves beneath your shoes. The occasional peer from one of your classes waves at you, says a quick greeting as you make your way across campus. It puts you at ease, just having a normal day. This is what life is like without Satoru Gojo.

Of course you’re not really free of him. He’d never leave you alone, you’re simply unaware of his presence. Besides a faint whiff of his cologne, you haven’t actually seen Gojo all day. It’s peculiar, really, though you’re not going to complain, but rather enjoy his lack of presence for the time being. You blink up at the sky, at the lovely, fluffy clouds slowly traveling through the air, and you truly feel at peace for the first time in a while. If you studied your surroundings just a tad bit harder, you’d know he and Geto were still hovering nearby.

Both men eye your pretty, oblivious self. Look at you, wandering without a care in the world, basking in the warm sunlight gleaming off your skin. Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so tranquil, and he has half a mind to ruin it for you. But what they had planned would be so much worse.

You came and retrieved your bra from them the very next day under some pathetic, muttered excuse, snatching it from Geto and quickly retreating from their presence. Cute. The thought of letting them keep it crossed your mind on more than one occasion, but letting it stay in their possession felt like you’d be miserably losing some kind of game. Originally, after getting it back, it was going in the trash because you simply couldn’t stand the idea of wearing something tarnished by their awful presence. But you loved this bra and the matching panties that went with it, plus it was a rather expensive set so…fuck it, you end up just tossing it in the wash and wearing it the day after.

And Gojo’s just giddy at the thought of the tainted lace over your soft tits. You couldn’t tell, not at all. They washed it thoroughly after using it, so no way you’d be able to, or else you probably would’ve burned the undergarment entirely. It turns them on so much. You clad in that perfect little bra, the same one they’ve defiled so horribly in the comfort of their room. It was Gojo’s idea, of course it was, and Geto just came along for the ride. Only Satoru would want to spend the night shooting his cum all over the cups of your bra, rubbing his tip over it to smear precum and semen into the fabric. And before that, letting the adorable pink thing sit over top his face, inhaling the scent of your sweet perfume and imagining he was fucking you instead of his hand. Eyes pressed shut as he panted against your bra, thinking about smothering his face in those beautiful tits of yours as he thrusted into the heat of his pussy. Gojo wanted to wreck you, wipe that pretty frown off your lips until you were a blubbering, overstimulated mess with only his name on your tongue. God, he was infatuated with you.

So, Gojo doesn’t think this exchange is half bad. You all get to enjoy your days and, in a week or two, as he corners you against a wall and Geto captures your horrified glare when Gojo shows you the recording, it’ll be a nice reward for him, he thinks. A picture of your revolted expression towards the nice, crisp video of the both of them befouling that vibrant, pink bra, the same one covering your tits right now.

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st4rfckerz · 7 months

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house sitter | anakin skywalker x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI 18+, kinda non con ???, somnophilia, groping, unprotected sex, creampie, infedelity, mild degradation, fingering, oral (f receiving), age gap (anakins in his 30s, reader is an adult), anakin's a pervert.

summary: you watch over the skywalker's home while they're out on a date.

a/n: this might be all over the place so i apologize BUT this is actually the idea i was talking about when i posted "i just woke up with the horniest fic idea."

house sitting was without a doubt the easiest job you'd ever had. all you had to do was lounge around in expensive homes and watch out for intrusions, which, for the record, hardly ever happen.

the famous skywalker family had employed you to watch over their house while they went on dates, visited other planets, etc. you had gotten to know the couple pretty well, especially anakin since he was always friendly with you and often times would spend time speaking to you, although it was never anything more than just light conversation for him.

you noticed that anakin had spent more time talking to you lately and was starting to become a little bit more attentive towards you, he had always been kind and friendly but you felt his friendliness had become more... intentional, but maybe you were just imagining things.

padmé called you to inform you that she and anakin were going out to dinner and would be gone for the majority of the evening.

you've just pulled up to the skywalkers' driveway, parked your car, and started approaching the stone walkway. after a few knocks, anakin finally opens the door with a small grin plastered across his face. he couldn't help but feel a certain thrill at the thought of having you around again.

"hey, glad you could make it." anakin greeted you at the door, his dark blue eyes took you in for a moment before he steps to the side to let you in. padmé approaches you while still putting in her earrings.

"thank you so much for watching the house while we're gone," she beams. padmé's enthusiastic behavior always made you smile.

"of course, padmé. your house is in good hands." you replied with a gentle smile. anakin caught your gaze and you couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you. his eyes had an almost dreamy but slightly lustful gleam about them. you choose to ignore it and bring your attention back to padmé.

"we'll be back at around midnight." as anakin and padmé bid their farewells and depart for their much-anticipated date night, you find yourself standing alone in the grandeur of their house. the silence envelopes you, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning.

you take a moment to admire the opulence surrounding you, marveling at the elegant decor and lavish furnishings. the house was a reflection of anakin and padmé's status and influence, a testament to their power. as you explore the various rooms, you can't help but imagine the passionate moments that must have unfolded within these walls.

the master bedroom beckons to you with its inviting ambiance - a room that surely holds countless memories for anakin and padmé. you imagine them tangled in each other's arms, their bodies entwined, lost in a world of whispered promises and shared desires. a wicked thought creeps into your mind - a fantasy of being the one who arouses such passion in anakin.

shaking off the enticing daydream, you divert your attention to the rest of the house.

you stumble upon anakin's personal study. your interest is sparked because, although it was normally locked, it was slightly open. it was a room filled with ancient jedi texts and mechanical tools. it's here that his true nature is laid bare. the forceful fervor with which he delves into his studies mirrors the intensity with which he pursues everything else in his life. you can't help but be drawn to his passion, intrigued by the raw power that lies within him.

you come across a bookshelf filled with an assortment of literary gems. pulling out a weathered book, you settle into a plush armchair, relishing the tranquility. lost in your thoughts, you find yourself sinking into anakin's chair, surrounded by his aura.

you open the book slowly, the faint smell of aged paper wafting up to greet you. each word holds the potential to shape the very fabric of your understanding of the force.

as you begin to read, the words dance across the page, captivating your attention. the author's insights into the force captivate your imagination, revealing ancient practices and techniques that have long been forgotten. you find yourself engrossed in the descriptions of lightsaber combat, the delicate balance necessary to harness the power of the force, and the connection between the physical and spiritual realms.

lost in the world of the book, you almost forget the reason for your presence in this house. the vivid descriptions transport you to a realm where you are the jedi, wielding a lightsaber with grace and precision, matching anakin's own skills in the heat of battle. you imagine his presence beside you, his body pressed against yours, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. your mind is left with the image, a luring invitation to give in to the craving.

a sense of guilt washes over you like a bitter tide. anakin is still married to padmé, having these thoughts feels wrong. thoughts of anakin, his intense gaze, and his tempting touch linger. anakin and padmé's love is palpable, their connection evident in every glance and tender gesture. you brush off your thoughts and pick up the book to divert your attention once more.

you make your way down to the living room, with the book in your hand, and you find a cozy spot on the plush couch. the room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the surroundings. settling into the cushions, you open the book, eager to immerse yourself in its pages.

as you continue to read the exciting stories within the book, a wave of drowsiness washes over you. the cozy atmosphere of the living room lulls you into a tranquil state.

your eyelids grow heavy, and you find yourself sinking deeper into the plush cushions of the couch. the words on the pages begin to blur, the lines fading into a hazy backdrop and before you know it, sleep claims you completely.

about an hour or so later, anakin arrives home unexpectedly. stepping through the door, an unexpected sight greets his eyes. there you are, sound asleep on the couch, his gaze drifts down to the book resting against your stomach.

"nosy girl." anakin mutters. his mouth curves into a sly smirk as a sinister thought starts to take shape. he sets the forgotten item aside, his attention now fixated on the curves of your body, the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. slowly, he approaches, his footsteps barely audible against the soft carpet.

with a gentle touch, he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, his fingertips lingering on your skin for a brief moment. he contemplates waking you, but the feeling of his dick twitching from inside his pants leads him in a different direction.

you looked so peaceful, so perfect. anakin finds himself yearning for the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin against his, the taste of your lips.

anakin's hand reaches out tentatively. his fingers brush against your cheek, the touch soft and delicate. with each stroke of his fingertips, anakin's touch becomes bolder, his hand gradually sliding downward. his fingers trail lower, caressing the delicate curve of your collarbone before continuing their descent.

he runs his fingers over the top of your breasts, then reaches down to cup one, giving it a light squeeze. he groans slightly, feeling his growing erection press harder against the zipper of his pants.

anakin's hands began to slide up under your shirt, rubbing small circles over your hardening nipples. his fingers moved slowly along the soft skin of your stomach, grazing your hip bones before coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. he watched intently as your body responded to his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. with a confident yet tender touch, anakin begins to slowly slide your pants down your legs. his eyes devoured the sight of your panties.

a grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed the adorable pattern of small flowers adorning the white fabric, adding an innocent touch to the moment.

"oh poor baby." he coos. his fingers skimmed lightly over the fabric that covered your core. feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric, anakin's eyes sparked with desire. unable to resist, he carefully slipped his hand beneath you, skillfully removing the delicate fabric and stashing them in his pocket without disturbing your peaceful slumber.

anakin marveled at the sight before him, the delicate folds of your wetness glistening in the dim light of the room. he couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty. the sight of you laid bare, vulnerable and inviting, sent a surge of anticipation through his veins.

with a gentle touch, he traced his fingers along your inner thighs, relishing in the softness of your skin. his gaze locked onto your core, his desire burning hotter with each passing second. he wanted nothing more than to taste you, to bring you pleasure in the most intimate way possible.

anakin lowered himself onto his knees, ensuring every movement he made was as silent and gentle as possible. he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving your pussy.

as he prepared himself to taste you, anakin carefully parted your folds. with a controlled release of his breath, he lowers his mouth onto your cunt, his tongue tracing a path along your folds. anakin moans lowly as he inserts a single finger inside of you, feeling how tight and warm you were.

anakin's movements were gentle yet purposeful, each lick and slow curl of his finger intended to bring you closer to the edge of pleasure. he was careful to maintain a rhythm that wouldn't wake you up.

as his tongue danced across your heated pussy, he couldn't help but be entranced by the way your body responded to his ministrations. the twitches and shudders, the soft moans that slipped past your lips—each one only fueled his own desire to give you more.

anakin pulls himself away from your drooling cunt once he feels that you're getting close.

"not yet baby, i wanna feel you cum on my cock." he whispers while pulling off his belt and shoving his boxers and pants all the way down to his ankles. his cock stands proudly, a small bead of precum dribbling down his shaft. anakin strokes himself a few times before carefully positioning himself between your legs and entering your pussy completely.

a moan escapes his lips as he firmly thrusts into you. he moved cautiously at first, savoring the exquisite tightness of your embrace as he began a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing him further into a frenzy of arousal.

anakin reveled in the feel of your cunt gripping him tightly, the way your walls massaged his length with each thrust. he was lost in the intoxicating sensation, focusing solely on the raw pleasure that consumed him.

you gasp loudly in shock, finally emerging from your sleep, and anakin hastily turns to face you.

"anak-" anakin's large hand abruptly covered your mouth, silencing your words before they could form completely. his intense gaze bore into your eyes, his face dangerously close to yours.

"finally awake now huh?" he teases, his voice laced with a hint of delighted amusement. he allowed himself a moment to revel in the fear that flared in your eyes, the allure of pushing boundaries and igniting forbidden desires too tempting to resist.

as he continued thrusting into your abused cunt, his motions grew more purposeful and commanding.

anakin's voice, dripping with authority, took on a more degrading tone. "my little bookworm couldn't help herself, hm? just had to go snooping around." he nods in the direction of his office.

"been thinking about this pussy ever since i hired you," he pants in between thrusts. "i've seen the way you look at me. eye fucking me every chance you get, right in front of my wife too? dirty, dirty girl." anakin chuckles, shaking his head.

as your bodies entwined, he deliberately increased the intensity of each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls.

anakin felt a mixture of ecstasy and need flood his senses as your core compressed around his length, causing his breath to get caught in his throat. the intensity of the moment fueled his own arousal, pushing him closer to the edge of his own climax.

"cum for me baby, i know you're close." his words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, fanning the flames of your arousal. anakin's hands gripped your body with an undeniable possessiveness, his body moving with an inescapable rhythm that drove you closer to the edge of release.

anakin's hand remained firmly covering your mouth, your moans muffled as you finally tip over the edge. he continued to thrust into you, his pace steady as he chased his own orgasm. anakin's body convulsed, his cock twitching deep within your pussy. you could feel his hot cum painting your insides. anakin's movements finally come to a stop before he pulls out of your sore cunt.

he swiftly pulled up his pants and underwear, his movements were tinged with a cold detachment. without a word, he threw your pants in your direction, his actions lacking the tenderness he had displayed moments before. the forceful gesture caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily stunned as she caught the garment.

"next time, we'll put that pretty mouth to good use." his hand gently cupped your cheek, giving it a few taps. his touch a mixture of possessiveness and affection.

with a last lingering look, he slowly made his way towards the door, leaving you behind, savoring the remnants of your passionate encounter. the room carried the heady scent of your intimacy, an echo of the fervent connection you and anakin had shared.

as you put your pants on, you see the book on the floor that you carried down from anakin's office. you close it after picking it up and place it on the coffee table in front of you. the weight of guilt bore down on you, tainting the air in the room with a mix of remorse and self-doubt. your head buried in your hands, you grappled with the conflicting feelings that threatened to overwhelm you.

the memory of your intimate connection replayed in your mind, it almost made you feel sick. a pang of empathy pierced through you. padmé flashed in your mind, her image haunting and filled you with concern.

you continued to house sit, carrying the weight of your guilt alongside your duties. in the midst of the forbidden desires that you and anakin shared, you sought solace in fulfilling your responsibilities, hoping that in time, the guilt would fade, and clarity would guide you towards a resolution.

#nai writes ୨୧ #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x you #star wars

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atlasnessie · 2 months

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DADDIES BABY !!

( osamu & chuuya recognizes someone familiar in their babygirls drawing … it couldn’t be … )

for once in his damned life, dazai wasn’t surrounded by sake and canned crabs. instead, the small space of living room wooden floors were covered in dolls and princess coloring books a certain slug had bought for akane. osamu, who was laying sideways on the foam mat that you had bought for your daughter, watched carefully as akane scribbled all over the coloring book, gripping the blue crayon with a blank face.

“what’cha drawing, baby ?” osamu asked with a gentle smile on his face, rolling his body closer to his baby and lifting his head to look at the coloring book.

“ba ..” the baby looks up with her wide eyes, slapping the paper with the palms of her chubby hands, blinking as dazai leans closer, his feet kicking in the air as if some lovesick school girl.

“awe !! is that me ? and is that mommy ? you’re adorable, akane !” unable to contain himself, dazai grabs for his baby and brings her close to his chest as he laughs to himself, the baby doing the same.

“ah, who’s that then, sweetheart ? you wanna sibling ? aw, we’ll see what we can— wait ..”

dazai lays on his back with his baby on his chest, who was sucking on her thumb. bringing the paper closer to his face with his hands, osamus eyes twitch, a disgusted look on his face as he sees a boxy figure with scribbled orange hair.

“is- is that supposed to be the slug ?!”

chuuya nakahara is a busy man, and working from home now and then doesn’t lift the workload off his pretty shoulders. though, despite this, he can’t bring himself to hate it. staying closer with you and baby chiyo relaxed his tense shoulders. he also couldn’t complain about waking up later than usual.

but today, chuuya is busy cooped up in his large work office, all three of his large computers on and paperwork scattered all over. quiet jazz plays from a record player you had bought him on your second wedding anniversary together. chuuya can’t help but turn his back and look at the record player for a moment, then at chiyo, who was resting on a large playmat with a color book and crayons in the middle of the room. it was a good time to take a break, chuuya thinks.

“heya chiyo, you drawin’ ?” getting up and out of his seat, chuuya makes his way to the mat, crouching down in a squat and looking at the scribbled paper, various different colors used to draw a house, a few trees, and people. chiyo lifts her head up and pushes the paper towards her father, in which chuuya takes with a smile and a thank you.

“oya ? arent’cha an artist !! that ‘posed to be ma ‘n i ?”

chiyo nods, her wide eyes gleaming as she watches her father look at the drawing. chuuyas soft smile twitches as he sees something unfamiliar in the drawing. pointing at a small stick figure with his finger, chuuya tilts the paper to chiyos view.

“baby, who’s this ..? a friend ?”

the baby shakes her head which only makes chuuya’s brow raise in suspicion. looking at the messy drawing closer, his brows furrow and his eyes twitch.

brown coat, brown hair, freakishly tall …

“is this … the fuck ?! is this fuckin’ dazai ?!”

chiyo giggles innocently as she hears her fathers voice raise in shock, not undertand a thing her father is saying and thinking of it as praise.

“fuck ..!!” the baby coos back, giggling and clapping her chubby hands together.

“a- ah !! shit, no, don’t say that, baby. ‘yer ma is gonna kill me.”

“shit ..?”

“no !!”

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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thinking about being eddie and steve's little cock hungry fucktoy <;3

content warnings: sexual content (18+ minors dni), mmf threesome, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, nipple play, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation.

eddie's underneath you, thick cock rocking into your tight hole until you're gasping and writhing around on top of him. he has you pinned, large hands grabbing at squishy handfuls of your inner thighs to keep you spread wide for steve as he slides two fingers into your dripping cunt.

your hands grapple for purchase behind your head, settling in eddie's unruly curls and tugging hard — he punches his hips upwards, rocking your limp body until your head lolls back onto his shoulder, pushing his cock further into your ass and splitting you apart from the inside out. you cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

it feels so good that all coherency has evaporated, brain turning to a puddle of mush — steve grins at you, crooks his fingers upwards until you're rutting into his hand, rocking yourself down on them both in tandem. eddie grunts, slapping his hand down on your thigh, the loud crack of skin connecting with skin echoing in the electricity-filled room.

"think we can get another one out of her, harrington?" eddie's gravelly, thick voice bounces in your ears, his chest vibrating and sending the shockwaves through your back, leaving you shivering and begging silently, arching into him and baring your throat.

you're dumb. reduced to nothing more than a cock hungry whore, pliant under large, roaming hands. aching to be filled and used however they want you.

you'd lost count of how many times they'd made you cum already. in the back of your mind you think it's surpassed six, at least. your clit swollen and tender from fingers and tongues and teeth.

steve knew that, knew your cunt needed filled now, clit thrumming and all feeling lost in it a few orgasms ago. the rough pads of his fingertips brush over that fucking spot, pressing down on the spongey softness of it until you're keening.

he cackles. tan, mole flecked skin gleaming with sweat in the luminescence of the sun shining through the crack in the curtains — god, when did daylight break? how long had you been like this? your mind races, eyes crossing as eddie slowly, languidly fucks your ass, huffing small groans into your ear, smearing wet hot kisses on the junction where your neck meets your collarbone.

"i think we could easily get more than one from her, c'mon, look how desperate she is. feel how desperate she is." steve looks at eddie over your shoulder, cocking his head to the side, crooking his fingers at the same time — your tummy quivers, pussy fluttering around the long digits sinking in and out, making sloppy sounds that sound like heaven to both men.

"i— i'm not—" your eyebrows marry together as you struggle to form a sentence, sweat matting your hair to your forehead as you're rocked back and forth between the both of them. they're talking about you like you're not even there — using and abusing your holes and taking you for everything you've got. it makes you all the more dizzy, knowing they're thinking of you as nothing more than a dirty sex toy to pass around.

eddie chuckles, pouting enough that you can feel it when his lips purse against your heated skin, "aww, sweetheart. nothing going on in that tiny little brain of yours, huh?" he taunts, palms at the thick fat of your inner thigh again, this time soothing and squeezing it, setting your body alight.

steve's thumb swipes over your abused clit and you swear your vision whites out for a moment — it feels bruised, battered, enough so that it almost hurts when he brushes it. teeters on the right side of too much.

they worked together too well, steve and eddie. knowing glances between them had all four hands, all twenty fingers working together to work you up and push you over the edge in a record time. the deep, burning heat pooling in your belly and igniting just as quick.

the force of your orgasm shocks you — wracks through you until you're vibrating and clenching down around them both. eddie loses a slight bit of composure, whining high pitched as you hold his cock prisoner in the tight heat of your ass, pussy gushing even wetter than before and dripping down his balls.

"'atta girl, honey," steve coos, always more gentle than eddie and sure to give you the praise he knew you deserved, fingers slipping deftly from your cunt — only to be replaced just as quickly by the blunt, thick head of his cock.

you cry out, wiggling away but helpless to it. you're pinned in place at either side, two weighty, hard bodies holding you hostage. steve's cock slides into you with minimal resistance, pressing snug in the tight walls of your pussy.

you don't miss the way eddie groans, pushes up into your ass and moves his hands from your spread legs to grip at steve momentarily — "holy shit, can fucking feel you splitting her open, jesus christ."

they both give you a moment, if you could even call it that, before they're giving each other a knowing look over your shoulder. they look at each other like you're not even there, a silent agreement as they begin fucking you.

and it's not slow. at all. it's fast, brutal, teeters on violent as steve slides out and sinks back in, simultaneously pushing you down onto eddie and forcing him deeper into your ass until you're practically screaming.

it feels so fucking good you're sick with it. you're so full you feel like you could be torn open, but the way they work together with roaming hands and heavy bodies eases and relaxes you until you're nothing but a whimpering, begging cockwhore.

"who do you fuckin' belong to, baby, huh?" eddie's voice is unwavering, hands roaming from your waist to your tits that bounce with every harsh thrust, fingers gripping and twisting at your nipples until you're wailing and thrashing around on top of him, pushing both of their cocks out slightly, "use your words. now."

steve's hips piston into yours, emphasizing the brutal force by rolling his pelvis when he's buried as deep as he can go. you're so stupid and hazy you can't reply. all you can do is grab onto the meat of steve's bicep and cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks as every part of your body is set on fire with rough touches.

"answer him, don't be a brat," steve grunts, gripping under your thigh to bend your leg upwards to your chest, somehow opening you up so he can fuck into you deeper, harder.

"i'm—" you choke on your words, eyes rolling into your skull when steve's blunt cockhead catches on your spongey wall just right and drags, "fuck, fuck — m'yours, yours, all yours."

the clapping of their hips against yours increases tenfold as your pussy floods and gushes for them, eddie grunting and pulling at your nipples until you wail, steve biting and nipping at your collarbone.

you're reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for them to use as they please. you don't want it to end, never want it to stop.

eddie's tongue is sharp, a deep, rumbling laugh escaping him, "perfect, sweetheart. that's it, fuck. you gonna let us both cum in you, hmm? fill you up nice? you love it, being used like a cumrag, don't you?"

steve grunts from where he mouths at your flushed skin, hips stuttering, "shut your filthy fucking mouth, munson," he snarks, bitchy, "you're gonna make me cum too quick."

"don't worry, steve. i'm right there with you," eddie admits, "she's so fucking tight, goddamn you should feel it. if she ever lets you in her ass, that is."

you want to yell 'i'm right here!' — instead all that comes out is a desperate, whimpering moan, as your orgasm crescendos and washes over you in tidal waves. the stimulation hitting you like a freight train all at once and driving you over the edge.

you feel your cunt gushing, both holes clenching and unclenching sporadically as you cum, hard. the breath feels like it's knocked from your lungs, winding you. body going limp as you flop around like a ragdoll between both men.

"so good for us, sweet girl, oh fuck, fuck," steve groans, gripping onto your thigh tight enough to leave bruises as his cock kicks up and pulses inside of you, painting your cunt in his cum. you feel it paint your insides, hot and sticky, drooling from your aching, used walls.

"jesusfuckingchrist," you barely register eddie's voice as he pulls you down by the hips and practically impales you on his cock, rocking your hips back and forth on him and biting down on your shoulder until tears prick at your eyes. he grunts and moans into your salty skin, hands rough yet soothing on your sore hips as he unloads in you.

they apologise for being so rough later on, in their own ways. steve showers you down gently and kisses every last mark they left behind with soft lips. eddie tickles and rubs your back until you fall asleep, leaving you a pliant, contented mess of limbs.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steddie x reader smut #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #my fanfic #mine #x reader

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aphrogeneias · 5 months

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mad sounds

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut (+18), floor sex, 69, dirty talk, eddie refers to himself once as "daddy" but no daddy kink, sappy ending.

The low light of the recording studio makes him glisten, catching on the thin sheen of sweat covering his tattooed chest, on the silver gleam of the ring on his nipple as he lays on the rug on the floor. His dark eyes are closed, reddened lips stuttering praises for your ears only.

Eddie wanted to show you a song, after the producer was satisfied with the day’s work and everyone was sent home to rest. You stayed behind, and he got more than just the pleasure of showing you his new lyric.

Your hands rested on his thighs while you took him in your mouth, breathing through your nose and savoring the taste of him. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks, letting your tongue do the rest of the work.

He whimpers as you come back up, using your hand to stroke him and sucking on his leaking head, working

“Baby… Baby, please.” When you look up at him, he's looking right back at you, brown eyes turned black. Bull-eyed, his hair a dark crown of ivy around his head, your liberator. The altar on which you place your worship. “Just like that.”

Your mouth descends on him again, eager to please him. A hand that was dutifully placed on his side raises to grab your hair, guiding your mouth gently up and down his length, lazily fucking his hips up into you.

Your nails claw on the skin of his thighs as you let him your mouth, tears pooling in your eyes. He's whispering sweet nothings you can't really understand, blood pumping in your ears, focused on giving him what he wants, what he needs.

Eddie is speaking more loudly now, his voice clearer. “Come up here, honey. Please? Please, I need you. Need to taste you. Need that drooly pussy in my mouth, hm? Bring that cute little cunt to me, gotta have ‘er.”

He pulls you by the hair, off of his cock. You moan at the sensation, chest heaving with your labored breathing. You gather yourself for a second, wiping a little mixture of precum and spit from the corner of your mouth, and you can't help but smirk. “If you insist.”

You make quick work of your panties, feeling the sticky pool of wetness cling to your folds before you slide the lace down your thighs and off of your legs in a short moment, keeping your skirt on.

“C'mon, c’mere. Let me have you. Let me give it to you good, baby.”

His voice is raspy, deep and full of want. You can't deny him when he sounds like that — not that you ever do.

“So impatient.” You tease, but you turn around and maneuver yourself to straddle his face, one leg at a time. He hums deep in chest at the sight of you, right above his face.

“That’s it. Come to daddy.”

Strong, calloused hands grab the soft meat of your thighs to keep you in place, and as you lower yourself to take him in your mouth again, Eddie eagerly latches his lips on your pussy, using his tongue to kiss it as if he would your mouth.

You're biting back a moan as you lick him from his base to the tip, flattening your tongue and tasting him before wrapping your lips around him again. You work together in tandem, as he guides your hips to grind over his tongue, alternating between this and sucking on your clit, you take him fully, unable to moan as you choke on his cock.

Where there once was music, not the only sounds that echo through these walls are the wet sounds of your sex, and the muffled moans that vibrate through your skin. You feel him in every inch of your body, skin to skin, his skillful tongue and full lips bringing you to ecstasy, the delicious weight of him in your mouth.

It's overwhelming, when it washes over you. You hold him in your hand, pumping him slowly, almost missing your rhythm when you come, Eddie holding your spasming hips in place, drinking the honey that drips from your hole, clenching around nothing.

You keep working him through your orgasm, and it takes just a little more to bring him to the edge. You wish you could see him now, his head thrown back and his pale chest rising and falling rapidly, whimpering while you suck him as he comes, swallowing every drop he has to give you.

The two of you lay there as you come down from your highs, you head resting on his hip where you can see the lines tattooed there. He gives your ass a weak slap, and you giggle weakly as he watches it jiggle, rough hands massaging you right afterwards.

Rolling off of him, you don't waste too much energy crawling upwards, and cuddling to his side. The rug is a little rough on your heated, sensitive skin, but Eddie is warm and inviting beneath you, and his arms come around you the moment you settle in.

“Thank you.” You coo at him, eyes filled with affection. A small kiss to his nose is a token of your gratitude, and he knows you're not thanking him for the head spinning orgasm he just gave you.

“I'm the one who should be thanking you.” The rasp in his voice is not gone, and neither is the lovelorn look in his pupil-blown eyes.

“You know what I'm talking about. It's not everyday a girl gets a song written in her honor.”

All he does is smile, the lines on his face and his dimples capturing your whole attention. “Yeah, well… it's not everyday a guy like me gets a muse like you.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic

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suguruplsr · 6 months

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One of the girls

featuring.. Geto Suguru

✰ ✰ ✰ We’ve all seen the edits. And we all love a good friends with benefits romance.. so what happens when you two end up meeting at a party after not talking for a while? But.. maybe Suguru doesn’t want to beat around the bush anymore.

,, x fem!reader , fwb/hook up , party , kitchen sex , public ? sex , unprotected (he pulls out) , cum play + eating , fingering , jerking off , dirty talk , he cums on ur pussy <33

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wc: 3k+

- divider @/benkeibear

The beaming lights that flicker throughout large living room seem to glow perfectly on one person.

red and blue colors glow and gleam on your skin as you sway with a man, your hands on his shoulders. a man suguru almost wishes he was. despite having someone sitting in front of him on the couch. yea she’s.. okay looking. did he plan on leaving with her? hell no. especially after seeing you, someone he’s fucked around with a few times over the past year or so. maybe he’d be the one dancing with you if you weren’t avoiding him outside of your shared sex life.

but maybe that’s why suguru’s so attached.

he’s seen glimpses of how you are as a person. he knows when you’re lying about having to leave him in the morning, and he knows when you’re telling the truth, always pacing around the room and finding your clothes quickly. he’s seen the messages you’d get from your siblings or friends, having funny conversations on the phone as he’s undressing you. despite being pretty active during the night, you seem to have an interesting life he so desperately wants to be a part of.

suguru almost has the thought to stand up and leave the person on his side, his eyes glance down at the blabbering woman, “get up.” that definitely wasn’t the best choice of words, considering how her face had confusion crossed all over it. she leans closer, hands on his chest with a pout tugging her lips. “what do y—“ “i said get up.” and she does, grabbing her things and uncomfortably walking off, muttering a few curses under breath as she disappears between the dancing bodies.

suguru’s face scrunches up in disgust at the smell of her lingering perfume, a cheap lilac smell, way too strong for his senses. unlike the rich perfume you usually wore, a smell that makes him stay in bed after you’re out of it and gone within records time. at least he’d have something to remember you by, even if he’s going to wash his sheets a few days later.

his eyes search back through the crowd, already finding the familiar sight of you. and he’s disgusted, even if he’s done worst, but the way the man had his tongue down your throat was so wrong. you don’t even like it, how the man is rushing through everything, suguru can tell from the subtle roll of your eyes, or how you adjust his hands as a sign for him to not get too ahead of himself.

suguru knows he’d do it right, a hand tilting your chin, or maybe on your waist and slowly guiding you to a more secluded area, whispering things in your ear that would make that cute smile form on your face. how your eyes would flicker to him in excitement. you’re a woman suguru deems as to know what you want, more dominant and forward about how you pursue someone.

but he knows just how to make you fall into his hold and allow him to take care of you, becoming more submissive and pliable. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you have your little attitudes or get more demanding. if anything, he welcomes it. on those days, he gets to keep you for a little while longer because of that pride you have. but he never edges you on, letting you be a bit mean to him as he adores you, and maybe checking you a few times. at least until you're slipping away from him, thanking him for the breakfast with kisses all over his face.

suguru ends his small daydream, sighing to himself as he gets up and makes his way over to you. “could you please get a room?” he greets the guy with a small scowl, noticing in the corner of his eye how you stare up at him, eyes not leaving his face even when the random guy is asking if you’ll go with him to his car. the poor guy doesn’t even know that you don’t like getting in other people’s cars, especially on the first, and usually, last, night you meet them. at least suguru is an exception.

“uh, no, i’m good, im just gonna go get a drink..” you almost stammer your words, slightly pushing the guy away and heading towards the door that led to the kitchen. yet, the way you looked back at suguru let him know what you really wanted. he pats the guys back with a smug smile, “my bad man.” there was a sly undertone to suguru’s voice, gripping his shoulder a bit tightly before pulling away and following after you.

“do you stalk me?” you question suguru as he closes the door, a small smile playing on your lips as you put down the bottle of wine you found in a cabinet. he watches you take a sip, the red purplish liquid leaving a stain on your lip as you leave one of lip gloss on the glass in return. “no not really. you just so happen to be everywhere i am. maybe it’s a sign?” he shrugs, walking closer.

you scoff, putting down your cup and licking your lips as his arms find themselves perfectly around your waist, “oh? a sign of what?” you giggle, dusting off his collar and looking up at him with those pretty eyes, all doey and full of wonder within them. but he can see it, the tiny squint, as if you know what he plans on doing to you. and it always happens, every single time.

“hm, i dunno. that we’re meant to be..? or that you shouldn’t waste your time with people like him?” suguru’s gently pushes you against the wall, his larger figure towering over you and his hands find your waist. it was intimate, his breath ghosting your skin as he leans down. he takes in the scent of your perfume, lips brushing your jaw, your eyes examine the glint in his, they were low and filled with desire while he takes in the sight of of you.

“you wish i spent more time with people like you huh?” your breathy joke makes suguru purse his lips. you were right and didn’t even know it. “sure. but unfortunately for you.. there’s only one of me..” his words make your breath hitch, heart fluttering as he kisses down your neck. maybe you were just sensitive? you weren’t sure, but his demeanor felt so domineering, like each kiss was a promise of something you’re oblivious too.

“well, have you ever met someone like me? i don’t think you have.” and you’re damn right. suguru has to bite back the urge to rant all about how correct you are. no one leaves suguru as desperate as you have, longing for you in more ways then one. “if i did, would i really be here?” his chuckle vibrates against your chest, the warmth of his lips leaving to pull away and gaze at the loose dress you wore.

the long sleeves remind him of the times you’d try to wear his clothes, trying on a few cardigans that clearly would never fit you. the dress had a long v-neck that gave a delicious sight of your plump breasts, leaving little for an imagination suguru wouldn’t need tonight, and every tomorrow, he hopes. and it definitely didn’t help that the fabric was pretty short, low enough for your thighs to stick out. he thinks it’s his favorite look on you now.

“i guess you do have a point..” you whisper, a hand reaching up and tilting his head down. then finally, you pull him into a deep kiss. but suguru won’t let you get away from him, not now. he pushes further, a hand pining the wall beside your head as his body covers you like a blanket. your lips mesh perfectly, with small pauses of heavy breaths, and you two eagerly move the clothing in your way.

your hands unbutton his shirt quickly, almost ripping it as he pulls up your dress, hands feeling your curves and running up to your breasts. “gonna fuck me in here? thought you had a bit more class suguru~” you gasp against his lips, holding onto him tightly when he lifts you onto the counter, knocking the glass of wine into the sink. his hands undo the straps of your flats, placing them off to the side before chasing after your lips again.

“yea? maybe you make me forget about all of that..” he mutters against your lips as your legs lock around him. your nails scratch along his chest as you feel his defined muscles, making sure to dangerously drag the tips of them around his low v-line, and he’s twitching in his pants. “is that a good thing?” you tease, grinning as he holds you still, shamelessly rubbing his erections against your thigh with groans that vibrate in your ear.

“kinda, until.. f-fuck.. until someone’s walking in. can’t let em’ see ya. y’r only for me.” usually, when people say things like that to you, it’d feel like a turn off. you two were just flings right? but maybe tonight you’ll let it slide. because even you can’t argue against the way his words made your pussy throb. “oh yea? put your money where your mouth is.” you grin, fiddling with his belt buckle.

suguru’s eyes darken, hands finding your wrists and helping you undo the belt. he feels hot all over, hair sticking to his skin sexily as he watches how your pretty little fingers get rid of the annoying accessory. “don’t start complainin’ if i don’t stop when someone comes in..” he smiles as you snap the band of his underwear playfully. before you can admire the leaking cock against your thigh, his fingers are sneaking and pulling down the fabric of your panties, dropping it in the pile of clothes on the floor.

your head almost hits the cabinet when he inserts a finger into your heat, and you lean back, spreading your legs on the cool counter as he curls his finger into your gummy walls. “i won’t. promise. i dont want you to stop..” your voice breaks into a small whine as his gaze locks onto yours. why did he have to look so intimidating, his bangs falling and covering his eyes with a few stray strands framing his face.

“is that it sweet girl? c’mon, say it again f’me and i’ll make you cum.” he makes your stomach twists from the sultry tone of his voice, coaxing moans out of you as he picks up the pace, finger thrusting in and out of you. you roll your hips up as he presses your g-spot, causing your thighs to shake as you spew out mewls, trying to form words with your shaky breaths.

“said i— um, shit, d-don’t want you to stop. please don’t stop sugu!” you cry out, lips quivering as he graces you with another finger inside you. the thick finger stretches your walls just right, filling you up and dragging out your orgasm quickly. you cover your mouth to muffle the murmurs suguru wishes he could hear as he helps you ride out your orgasm. your body shudders with each press of the pads of his fingers.

and suguru’s dark eyes don’t leave you, stuck on the way your body glistens with a sheen of sweat. he can barely even hear the low rnb music playing in the room over, or the sounds of people singing along. he’s just stuck on the sweet noises leaving your lips that he doesn’t even realize that he’s overstimulating you until your teary eyes look up at him with a small sob escaping your pouty lips.

so adorable.

he finally pulls his fingers out, your juices were already coating your thighs, but the strings of cum that stuck to his fingers looked even better. he smears his wet fingers around your bud, careful to not stimulate you any further as his two fingers drag and press the plump of your pussy, watching as cum trickles out onto the surface.

“s-stop playing suguuu, makin’ me too sensitive..” you tuck those pretty lips out with a cute little sniffle, but your hips still chase his fingers as he pulls them up to his mouth and sucks them dry. his eyes close as he takes in the tases of your cum and juices mixed together. something he could never get tired of.

he pulls away with a small ‘pop!’ sound, “never heard of that baby. but the more the better right?” he chuckles, moving closer between your thighs as you grumble under your breath. as he brushes the tip of cock in your folds, both of you hum at the feeling of it, little noises of slick mushing around before he slides in.

“want you to feel me baby. don’t close those eyes, need ta’ see that cute expression of yours.” he chuckles as you’re reduced to murmurs of his name, nails clawing his chest as his cock is pushed into the hilt. your pussy clenched around him, as if trying to suck him, impossibly, further in. “s’a lot suguru, f-feel so..” “full?” suguru chuckles, voice raspy and slightly breaking as he wraps a hand around you to make your pelvis meet.

“y-yea gonna cum already..” you gasp out, almost embarrassed by how you’re just putty in his hands. it always happens, every single time. “yea baby? do it. cum alllll over my cock. gonna keep ya plugged up with it and watch it flow when i pull out.” suguru’s nasty words make you whimper, gripping his biceps as he rolls hips to pump you full of his fat cock.

he places his hands onto the counter as you cling yourself onto him like a koala, arms wrapped around his neck as you shamelessly moan into his ear. “feels so gooood sugu.” you whine, eyes tearing up as he hammers into you with sharp thrusts that make you curl your toes and bite your lip. you can barely even focus on watching the kitchen door just in case it rattles. but hey, it’s not like you two would be able to hide yourselves anyways.

“i know baby, gonna make ya feel e-even better..” his voice his breathy, rumbling in your ear as your thighs shake around him. he bites into your shoulder blades to muffle his groans, his length nearly struggling to brush in n’ out your clammy walls. your head falls limp on his shoulder when he angles to hit your sweet spot, pussy tightening even more as a coil forms in your tummy.

“r-right there su. g’nna cum!” you sob as a particular thrust in you has your orgasm washing over and painting his thick cock white. suguru looks down to where you two meet, slowing his thrusts, and his cock throbs inside you at the sight of your milky cum coating his length, blobs of it spewing out with each small thrust. and it’s all he can hear, little squelching that matches the melodies of your moans.

“did so good f’me sweetie. c’mon let me make your pussy even prettier with my cum, gotta keep it messy for later.” suguru slowly pulls out, and your hole visibly flutters as you reach down with a whine. he stands back to let you grab his wet cock, tip red and leaky, twitching in your smaller hand as you jerk it off in the direction of your folds. making sure to drag your thumb along the vein that always bulge under his cock.

“wan’ you to shoot all over my folds n’ keep my thighs dirty..” you mutter, eyes stuck on the way his muscles tighten and his cock pulses in your hand. you go further down, holding the length in your hand a bit more tighter and dragging from the base up. “fuuuuck, y-yea baby? m’gonna keep that pussy of yours drenched in my cum tonight.” he gives a choked laugh, grinding into your hand and moving his to your thighs, pulling you closer and spreading them wide to shoot his load perfectly onto the gooey mess.

you smile as his hips begin to stutter, cock pulsating in your hand as a long groan escapes him, long ropes of cum landing on your thighs and cunt. it’s warm, beginning to drip down your skin as his cum turns into small spurts coating your hand. suguru tries to catch his breath, a small blush on his cheeks as you lick the cum off your hand with a grin.

“i love your cum..” you hum, being pulled into a deep kiss by him, letting him get a taste of the salty liquid on your tongue. “you can have more later if we hurry up and get out of here before someone sees the mess we made.” he snickers, handing you your panties and beginning to fix himself up. “you really want me today huh?” you tease, hopping off the counter and pulling up the cloth. its comforting, the way his warm cum is tucked all away within your undies.

“yea, m’tired of you always running off..” suguru’s voice lowers with your long silence, fixing up your dress and eyeing him nervously as he buttons up his shirt. you’re not sure why you can’t just tell him off like the other guys, walk away with a promise to never see him again and delete his number. but maybe it’s because you know he’s not like the other guys. he always treats you like you’re not just a fling, but never crossing your boundaries of what you two have.

why can’t he just walk out like others, and not make your heart flutter like some teen girl? “okay.. what do you want me to do?” you whisper, looking away. and you’re just so cute. suguru reaches out, holding your chin up. you weren’t sure if the sex afterglow just made him more attractive than he already is, or the way his hand gently lifted your head up to him, a soft smile on his lips as he tilts his head knowingly.

“you could start by staying the night at my house.. doing something you may like and maybe have a date tomorrow..? and i’d love it if you could stay for breakfast, i know you like those strawberry waffles..” the tender and nervousness in his voice makes a smile of your own form. he wasn’t just pursuing you sexually, he wanted to experience actually dating you and show what he could offer. so, maybe this once, you’ll try to see where this goes.

“i’d love that suguru.”

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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TWST Incorrect quotes#635 LIIILIAAAA!

Parent!Yuu*Holding camera to record Baby Silver and Sebek playing*Whats mommy/daddy name?~

Silver(2)*Gleams looking at you*Mommy/Daddy!

Parent!Yuu*Giggles*And whats Your Father's name?~

Sebek(1)*Copying your angry face when you see Lilia in the kitchen*LIIIIIIIILIAAAAAAAA!?!

Parent!Yuu:

Lilia:...

#disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twst yuu #twst diasomnia #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x yuu #general lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst fluff #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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bensears · 7 months

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New Gleaming Corridor EP came out friday. Field recordings from the Floyds Fork Parklands and synthesizers/percussion by me. Stream/download at the link above.

#ben sears #the gleaming corridor #electronic music #instrumental music #bgm #analog synthesis #fm synthesis #field recording #kentucky #Bandcamp

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spookykoolkat · 7 months

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kinktober | your woman - e.m.

kinktober day four - taped

pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader

wc: 5.48k

summary: your little friends with benefits deal with eddie was more than you first intended. when eddie asks you if you'd be okay if he recorded the next time you guys hooked up, you were all in. but, you didn't think he'd end up with his phone camera recording himself asking you to be his girl. especially not in a guest room at robin's annual halloween party.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!, minors are never welcomed. jealous!reader, making a sex tape, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, raw penetration (p in v), *wrap it up fr tho.*, pet names, eddie being eddie

reblogs, comments and likes are so very much appreciated i hope everyone is enjoying this!

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EDDIE WAS ALWAYS INSATIABLE. in every way, of course. everything he wanted, he begged for. at least from you.

it wasn't like you two were a thing officially, it started in high school when the two of you were graduating. he came up to you at a party, being eddie's usual self and flirting with you. though you weren’t receptive at first, it didn’t mean you never would be.

so he kept trying, even after high school the fall after you two graduated, he found you at another party. neither of you went to college, but had mutual friends in college. so, that night you went to meet up with robin, he cornered you.

and also that night, started a year long relationship that had no title, no expectations. and even though you weren’t sleeping with anyone else, and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, you had a territorial problem.

so when eddie brought the subject up for the first time, you were all in. he didn’t even have to beg you, he just asked and you told him he could any time. truthfully, you’d do anything he wanted to do.

he wanted to make a tape with you, but in general wanted to record you while he fucked you.

“do you think, i don’t know, would you be okay if i recorded you during sex?” he asked, abashedly. eddie didn’t know if he even had the right to ask. he didn’t even know what the two of you really were.

“you want to record me while you fuck me?” you asked, making sure that this is what you were hearing.

“i do.” he smiled, nervously and excitedly when he noticed you didn’t immediately shut it down.

“okay.” you smiled. he just swallowed, smiling and leaned over to kiss you.

it’d been a week since then, and when eddie finally saw you again it was the night of robin’s infamous halloween party she threw every year. the concept of recording you taking him in every way had been plaguing his mine, but tried to act completely normal at the same time.

which he managed. but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

to get into robin’s party, you had to wear a costume and of course eddie was excited about this. you on the other hand were a little dreadful.

“is this a kids party or what?” you mumbled as you adjusted your costume.

you chose to go as carrie. a long pink rose silk dress covered your body and hugged your curves softly, of course drenched in fake blood from head to toe with a prom queen crown sitting on your head. eddie had the pleasure of watching you douse yourself in said blood not even a few minutes ago, right after you pulled the pretty dress over your full figure.

of course you forgot to mention that when you weren’t wearing a bra that night and just so happened to step out just in your panties to get ready, he had to be peeled off of you just so you could get ready.

another thing about eddie, he was a little obsessed with you.

“you hate fun,” eddie tsked and adjusted his hair to be even more frizzy. of course eddie decided to go as eddie van halen, which you told him was maybe too literal.

“so what do you think of my costume?” eddie gleamed and you turned from the mirror to look at him.

“you look like you did yesterday. you literally just look like yourself.” you deadpanned and he pouted. he was wearing a jean vest with no shirt underneath, brown leather skinny jeans and a bandana around his neck. you had to help him tease his hair to get it like the picture he showed you, but over all he just looked him himself but times ten.

“okay, but do i look hot? like, would you fuck me right now?” he asked and grabbed his guitar pick just to hold.

“you’re gonna bring the guitar pick but not the actual guitar?” you said nodding to his wall, the dark red abstract guitar collecting dust.

“oh, she’s not going anywhere tonight.” he replied and you shook your head.

“but yes, eddie you look hot and i would fuck you right now. if we wouldn’t be any later than we already are, come on let's go,”

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robin greeted you at the door of her new townhouse, excited for her housewarming party to turn into a halloween party.

“i thought couples usually match costumes.” robin teased as she pulled you away from eddie.

“we’re not a couple,” you said bitterly as she pushed past people drinking, smoking and dancing together under the blacklight and into the hospital lit kitchen.

“you guys have come to every single one of my parties, together. you guys leave every single one of my parties, together. what do you call that?” she suggested over the loud music.

while she bickered you scanned over the house, the spacey living room that led into an archway to the kitchen. on the kitchen island were large bottles of alcohol pushed together in the middle of the marble, ranging from vodka to rum to tequila.

“we’re friends.”

your hand went to grab the bottle of pink whitney, grabbing a little shot glass and pouring yourself one to the rim. robin grabbed one with a scoff and you poured her one, setting the bottle down and facing each other.

“to friends,” she said smugly. you just rolled your eyes.

“to friends,”

it didn’t take long for you to lose eddie at the party, as per usual. it’s always how it went, you and he would split up and hardly look each other's way, just to text each other when the other wants to leave and meet outside.

but today you were especially needy, and after roughly three cups of mixed drinks and many many shots, you rip away from robin and nancy to find him. it was dark, smokey and you were in need for something of eddie. weed, his hands, his voice.

you found him of course, but not like you expected. part of you expected him to be sitting in a corner with his friends smoking a blunt, which he was, but instead of just his friends he was the only one with a girl on his lap.

now he told you that he wouldn’t mess around with anyone but you especially if he thought about wanting to go bare with you, but you didn’t believe him.

the music was thumping and the alcohol made you feel a little better in terms of confidence, especially being in a silk dress with no bra and skimpy panties so there wasn’t a panty line. you felt sexy, covered in blood with your hair down and as you came into his view, eddie took a drag of his blunt and looked you up and down.

his friends greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to see you again after being out of their company for so long. another thing was, regardless of who you were to eddie, his friends still loved you.

“hellooo,” you dragged but kept your eyes on eddie, and not the thin girl making her spot in eddie’s lap.

“can i have a hit?” you kindly asked eddie, and the girl looked at you with an awkward smile.

“eddie’s a little busy right now, maybe you guys can smoke later?” the girl suggested and you looked at her, then looked at eddie.

you weren’t expecting him to say anything. but a part of you wanted him to. you wanted him to feel the need to tell her that you were the one he was taking home that night, but he didn’t.

“is that right eddie?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two.

“we were just, uh, kinda talking?”

you pinched your lips into a thin line and nodded, turning to one of his friends. his friends on the other hand were watching the interaction, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to curse eddie out.

you could see him gulp before you turned to one of his friends.

“can i buy any from one of you?” you asked, ignoring eddie completely and watched as one guy you really didn’t know the name of pulled out his fanny pack.

“how much?” he asked and you walked to stand in front of him where he sat on a couch, and you sat knee to knee with him on the coffee table that held empty bottles and ash trays.

“mm, just enough for a joint.” you smiled. you could feel eddie’s eyes on you, burning into the side of your figure but you didn’t acknowledge him. why would you?

you were used to being single, textbook single. single, nonetheless. you were quick to leave when things got stupid between you and eddie, not caring and not thinking twice. eddie knew that. he’d been on the shit end of the stick when he fucked up one too many times. being ignored by you, blocked and never putting up a fight because it was never worth it to you.

he wasn’t going to ruin your night. not when the day was going so well, with him or not.

you watched his friend bag up the weed, and even give you a cigar wrap to roll it with. you go to take out the money you slipped in the cup of the dress that held your heavy breasts together, but he stops you.

“pretty girls don’t need to pay, it’s on me.” he smiled, and you blushed. he was cute, not compared to eddie but definitely your type.

“well,” you said as you took the baggie and the cigar packet and stood up in front of him, looking down, “come find me later n’ maybe i can give you something to say thank you?”

at this point, eddie was non-existent. you were focused on the man with black locs that were in slight waves, and stubble on his jaw.

“actually,” you paused and sat back down. “do you think you can roll this for me?”

eddie was fuming. the girl on his lap held his interest no longer, and his eyes were bored into the natural flow of your interaction with his buddy danny. you seemed genuinely interested, serious about wanting to give him a thank you gift.

he watched as danny took the baggie and started to roll for you, grinding the weed and putting it into the wrap, all while you watched. not once looking his way. soon, danny sealed the blunt and actually had the nerve to put the blunt between your lips and spark it himself.

you inhaled, exhaled the smoke in danny’s face and leaned in close, close enough to smell the tequila on his lips, “thank you.”

you got up with the blunt between your fingers and left, walking away back to the kitchen where nancy and robin resided. they were laughing in the corner as they passed a bottle between each other, and when you got closer they got excited and hugged you.

“you got weed from eddie?” robin asked as she handed you the bottle and you handed her the blunt.

“nope.” you smiled and took a swig, having robin pass the blunt back to you. she looked at you quizzically.

“one of his friends. actually i’m going to need a ride home, eddie’s probably taking someone else home tonight.” you said nonchalantly, huffing and puffing on the blunt until the mix of tobacco and weed burned your lungs.

you didn’t even get to take another swing of the bottle before the girls’ eyes are looking up a little, and you feel a tug on your arm that yanks you back. you turn with the blunt between your lips and eyebrows pinched.

“are you fucking crazy?” eddie gritted, the grip on your arm only tightening when you breathe in the smoke and taking the blunt from between your lips with your other hand.

“can you fucking let me go?” you snarled, ripping your arm from his grasp and walking backwards.

“what’s your issue?” he asks, and you pass the blunt to robin before you step closer to him.

“go fuck her eddie. why are you bothering me when you have a really really pretty girl on your lap? weren’t you just, uh, kinda talking?” you mocked, lowering your voice to match his. no one was paying attention to you, not even robin or nancy could hear you. instead they just moved further aside.

he just grabs you again, dragging you away from the kitchen and up the stairs to the first room he sees, which just so happened to be a guest room. he yanked you inside and locked the door, letting the only light shine being from outside and the little lamp on the bedside table.

“you know i only take you home every night right? we leave every place we go to together, together. even if we don’t go together— you’re always back in my bed. you know i choose you.” he tried, but you weren’t having it.

you were already irritated, the audacity for him to make you feel the way he did when he didn’t shoo the girl off immediately.

“whatever, i don’t care. i’m not your fucking girlfriend so who cares? do whatever you want. i’m not arguing with you at a party. i’m supposed to be getting drunk, not standing here with you.” you said and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him.

“you want to be my girlfriend, baby?” he asked you as his breath fanned on your face.

you smiled sweetly. “no.” you crossed your arms over your chest and moved your head to the side.

“if i wanted a boyfriend, i’d probably choose the one who gave me free weed, not the one brushing me off for another girl.”

he just chuckled darkly, grabbing you by your hips and leading you to hit the edge of the bed with the back of your knees. “ i think you’re lying. you don’t want him, sweet girl. i know you want me. why else would you be trying to make me jealous?”

“i’m going home eddie,” you tried as he pushed you back by your shoulders so you’d land on the bed. you just propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him as he pulled his phone out and threw it beside you.

he crawled over you, lifting your dress by skimming his fingers up your leg and under the fabric to hike it up over your hip.

“if i asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?” he asked, watching the dress pool around the fat of your hips, revealing the lacy red underwear you had on underneath.

you huffed, the cold air hitting your thighs when a breeze came in through the window. “no.”

he sat straight up on his knees, still straddling you but now unbuttoning the leather jeans to slide them down to his knees.

“mmm,” he hummed as his cock strained against his briefs, palming himself over while you watched him. your mouth was salivating already, forgetting how you ended up here almost bare to him, but not questioning it. “i think you’re wrong. i think you would say yes,”

he grabbed the string of your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, letting them fall as you wiggled your feet to drop them from your ankles.

“maybe we should record this for evidence, just so you can watch it back and see why i think,” he paused and smiled, “why i know, you’d say yes.” he was smug, confident, and had you wrapped around his finger.

you knew your jealousy maybe might’ve been misplaced, projecting about the fact that you two weren’t official and he’d never bothered to ask you either. you weren’t really allowed to feel this way when he wasn’t yours.

it just always felt like no matter what he did to piss you off or make you cry, you’d always be his.

he grabbed the phone, messing with the screen until the flash came on and stayed on. he never showed your face, only pointing the camera between your thick thighs when he shuffled downwards to spread your legs.

“look at you,” he hummed, getting closer to your heat when he spread your lips, the flash making your slick glisten for him. you were leaking, your arousal dripping out of your hole as he recorded every second of it.

“eddie,” you whined, moving to close your legs but he pushes them apart, his camera getting a shot of your bare bottom half with the dress at your waist.

“was my baby jealous tonight? you only want me to yourself?” he asked, inhaling the scent between your legs, “i did not know you could be so greedy,” he teased.

he let his phone record your cunt when he pushed two fingers into you and started to fuck your hole like that, purely because he wanted to feel how wet you were for him. you were soaking, your arousal leaking from your hole and around his fingers.

the phone was getting everything. the sounds of your cunt squelching around his fingers, the way your trimmed bush covered your mound, the way his fingers shone with your juices. he didn’t even know where to look, the phone or the real thing. he chose the real thing, but looking at the phone periodically to make sure you were still in view.

“fuck, eddie,” you couldn’t help but react to the stretch of his rough fingers, the ones that always wrapped around your throat when he fucked you on your back, or the ones that held your hand to help you down the stairs.

you were still aware that there was a party going on downstairs, still smelling weed smoke and the alcohol on your breath, but too focused on the fact that eddie was recording your every movement.

his fingers fucked you gently, not nearly as rough as he would, and you whined in reaction. eddie just watched you throw your head back when he stopped recording and threw the phone next to you, moving to let his tongue run over your cunt. his fingers kept you spread while he lapped at your hole, but you knew he was rushed.

eddie was too excited to finally record you, to finally have something he can watch over and over again until you’re able to satiate his craving for you again. he loved you like this, jealous and bothered by the fact that the two of you had no ties together.

eddie wanted ties. but you didn’t seem like the type to want that. at least, he thought so.

“get on your hands and knees, do that for me,” eddie said in the usual rasp he had after he smoked, and you opened your eyes at the loss of contact to look at him.

you were breathless from the sliver of pleasure he gave you, and needy for the hardness under his briefs. but you did it quick, sitting up and moving your body to get on your hands and knees except instead of holding yourself up on your hands, you grabbed a pillow and used it to rest your head on so that your ass was in the air for him.

the silk rose dress that was drenched in blood just pooled at your waist, letting you expose both holes to him, wet and needy. eddie frantically looked for the phone again, grabbing it and went back to the recording screen.

“fucking shit,” he whispered, the flash letting him see all of you. your holes were throbbing, aching for him to fill and take his spot that practically had his name branded on.

regardless of titles, you were his. even if he wasn’t yours.

“eddie,” you whined as your cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling his hand spread you open to the cool air, and to the camera of his phone.

“what is it, baby? you need me? wanna show my camera how fucking needy you are?” he taunted as he landed a spank on your ass cheek, of course eddie recorded him play with you as he liked.

as he pulled your round ass cheeks apart and spit on your puckered hole, moving the camera to show his thumb rubbing the rim of your asshole, and moved to press into it while you flinched at the touch.

“eddie, what the fuck,” you gasped as you felt his thumb slide into the tight hole with restraint, feeling an odd pressure that soon turned into the pleasure of something being filled.

you’d take what he’d give you, because the entire recording thing was for his pleasure. you knew he wanted to get every angle, every scenario, every moment of you naked and aching for him so he didn’t have to imagine your sinful activities together 一 he could just open his photos app and watch as he tore you apart.

he slid his thumb in and out of your hole as slow as possible, and you heard the mattress squeak and felt it dip, not feeling eddie’s clothed thighs behind yours anymore. they were naked, skin to skin and you felt the phone thud next to your leg, his thumb still curled inside of you when you felt his wet tip hit your cunt. you couldn’t help the gasp that left you, and you waited for the pressure to stretch you out, but it never came.

so when you tried to push your hips back onto him, he gripped your asscheek to spread it and hold you there.

“uh-uhn, you have to wait.” he said and you let out a cracked whine, and then saw the flash turn on again.

eddie had the phone in his hand above you, up to his chest to get all of your curves, the bareness up to the middle of your back where the blood-soaked dress sat, and his tumb still wet and sliding in and out of you.

“you want my dick, baby?” he asked, recording you wiggling your ass and trying to sink onto him.

“please, eddie, don’t tease me,” you whined, lifting yourself up just a tiny bit to look over your shoulder, getting a hard glimpse of eddie’s sinister smile, watching through the screen of his phone.

“tell me, tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he demanded softly. it was a simple demand with heavy baggage to it.

“i want it, please i want your dick so bad, please give it to me,” you whined beautifully, eddie realizing he’d get to hear you like this all over again whether it’d be on his phone or in person.

the sensation of being recorded while in your most vulnerable state sent shockwaves to your cunt, and he felt your hole clench around the small of his tip. it was so erotic, so exposing, and the simple act alone meant there was more trust you put into eddie than the both of you realized.

you’d trust eddie with your life, and when he finally sinks into your tight hole, you realize there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather trust with your body, your mind, your image.

“my f-” you sputtered, the single sound of trying to say fuck dragging out when eddie groans behind you.

eddie was catching everything, and for some reason watching himself stretch you out around the girth of his cock made him bite into his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“fuck baby, you look so fucking good,” he said breathlessly, “like you were fucking made to be on camera,”

he drew in and out of you, each time admiring the way you molded around him, how your skin was littered with little beauty marks and stretch marks. he could say he was in love with you, but you might reach back and try to slap him.

he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your cunt with each stroke and groaned with every clench. eddie recorded all of it, and let the camera catch the way your slick was gathering in a ring around his cock. he was high off of you, delirious from how you felt squeezing him like you did.

he felt like he was gonna go insane with how you moaned and whined for him in every way.

“eddie, eddie, eddie,” you chanted in moans, responding to the way he made you so full. so full of him.

your hand reached down blindly as you face planted into the pillow, moving your head to the side and finding where his cock slid in and out of you. eddie saw you start to position yourself to touch your clit, and moved the camera to the underside, capturing the way you rubbed your clit for him from below. he could feel the tips of your fingers brushing against the shaft of his cock, and he let out a throaty, cracked moan.

he moved his camera back to your spread cheeks and noticed how you started to bounce back on him, spreading your legs wider to be more accessible for him. by now, you completely forgot how you got here. you forgot that you were at a house party, robin’s house party with people walking up and down the stairs to go to restrooms and find their own vacant room.

it was exhilarating, and you wanted more so you started to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. you were able to feel him everywhere, deep inside to the point your legs felt like they were trembling already.

before you could move your hand anymore, eddie managed to grab your arms and place them at your back to grip them by your wrists. your hair was a mess, the prom queen crown laying on the mattress beside you, and tears forming in your eyes when you felt your cunt clench continuously around him.

eddie wasn’t missing anything. he had it all on tape, filming every moment of you squeezing around him. you consumed him completely, and the feeling of you so snug around him and realizing no one else would ever be able to have you like this — it was pushing the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“tell me baby,” he said in a huff, “tell me you’re mine, this pussy’s mine,”

you cried at his words, feeling his pace pick up and the force of his thrusts becoming harder. it was nudging the inside of your cervix, pressing at your spot that he knew all too well. he was so much to take, too much to not feel pleasure and the prick of pain. it was everything to you.

“you know this pussy’s mine. you want me tell everyone you’re my fucking girl?” he grunted, the phone becoming hard to focus on as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place.

“yes! eddie, yes! i want it, please,” you confessed, desperate for a release. he restrained you as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of wet skin emanating in the room. loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear.

but you didn’t care.

eddie let go of your wrists and curled his body over yours for his stomach to touch your back, reached the phone around to the front of your face. he used his free hand to grab the base of your throat and pull you up just a little more so the camera got to see all of it.

“that’s right, princess, say it again for me, think i need to hear it again,” he teased breathlessly. you didn’t even know how he was able to talk so much with how heavy he was breathing over you.

the feeling of his palm on your throat with his fingers on the sides made your cunt clench again and he just chuckled, moving his hand from your throat to grab your hair. he yanked your head back softly and pulled you up to where you tried to grasp for the blanket, but instead settled to rest on his thighs that held you in place.

“i’m your girl, ‘m yours, please ‘m yours,” you whined. eddie could feel the vibration against his palm and his cock twitched at your words.

he felt his release begging, and you were holding on for as long as you could until he tells you to cum. he knew that too, and he took advantage of it.

“you sound so pretty baby, my pretty fucking girlfriend. all fucking mine, goddamn,” he said and buried his face in your neck, ignoring the burn in his arm for holding the phone far at an upper angle to get all of you.

“mine?” you choked, wanting to ask a certain question but couldn’t form the words through your moans and sobs.

you didn’t think he’d understand, but by the innocent, curious, desperate tone in the moan you choked — he did.

“i’m yours baby, of course i’m fucking yours, ‘m all yours,” eddie heaved buried in your neck, his hand twisted in your hair to rest your head on his shoulder.

you were bent in odd angles that nobody has ever put you in before, no one had even bothered to take you out of doggy style. not to mention that he was recording every minute of it, not even knowing how his phone hadn’t died yet.

but this was intoxicating. you were addicted and couldn’t get off of him, even if you tried.

you were desperate. but you were only desperate for him. and through each moan he coaxed out of you, forced out of you by the abruptness of his thrusts — he knew.

“‘m gonna cum, eddie, gonna cum for you,” you whined at the ceiling, your eyes dropping with every frantic thrust his hips provided. it was too much, everything was too much.

before eddie could even speak, he dropped the phone on the mattress and let go of your hair, wrapping both arms around your waist and making you sit on his lap practically. he was fucking up into you as your body leaned into his and shook, squirming in his grip as you cried and moaned.

the pulsing around his cock only made him grunt, letting his forehead hit your shoulder until it perked up again at your words.

“cum inside of me, please, please cum inside,” you begged as you felt his thrusts and rhythm breaking, recognizing the sound of his voice and the moans he was making that he was close.

eddie panting in the crook of your neck, and you could still feel the sensation of his balls slapping against your cunt until he stilled inside of you. his cock twitched, and you felt heat spread within your pussy, ropes of his release filling you.

the full sensation was overwhelming, so much that your legs started to tingle again as you could start to feel the tip of his cock nudging you inside.

you were full of him, all of him and he sank his teeth into the arch of your neck as if he were a vampire, biting down until his hips stopped the stutter.

“mmmmm,” you hummed, letting your body slump against his. you were still half dressed, the pink silk still at your waist and you were praying that the fake dried blood on your body didn’t get on the sheets.

your eyes fluttered closer, sulking in the warmth of his arms as the breathing between you two began to regulate. but eddie needed to get you in his bed as soon as possible. though he really loved the sex, his second favorite was having you curled into his body while he held you tight.

“mm-mm, no, you gotta get up and get dressed so we can go back to mine,” he said as he finally pulled out of you, bending you over again to have you face down and supporting yourself on your knees.

“eddie, wait,” you budged, thinking he was going in for another round. he’d have plenty of time as your boyfriend to go rounds, just not tonight.

“hold on babe, i have to get the money shot,” he said in a lighthearted tone, fully serious and grabbing the phone to quickly open the camera again and take a video up close of your hole pushing out most of what he released inside of you. you squirmed and whined as the cool air hit your wetness, but he enjoyed it even more.

“fuck me,” he said in a breath as he held your ass open, and let out a whistle,

“so are you really my girlfriend or were you just saying that?”

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