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This is the face of a man who force feeds u when u haven’t eaten all day
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bad idea
+18 eddie munson x fem! reader
synopsis; whatever you do… don’t you ever take an aphrodisiac with your best friend (who you secretly love), or do… We all have good bad ideas.
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cw; no use of y/n, use of pet names (angel, sweetheart, gorgeous, baby…) cursing, dirty talk, daddy kink, aphrodisiac (as a drug and drug mentions!), teasing, throat/mouth fucking (w fingers too <3), cum eating, breeding kink, dacryphilia (kinda??), a lil’ tiny bit of perv! eddie, smut, p in v sex, cock warming, overstimulation, squirting, choking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, oral sex (f and m receiving), hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!
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‘You need to open up wider, sweetheart.’
Eddie was really stupid. You loved him, and he has been your best friend your whole life. But he was stupid. The biggest idiot in the world… But if he was the biggest stupid in the world then you were the second.
When Eddie started to sell weed you were scared at first for him in case Hopper ever caught him, but he never did and never will. Eddie was cautious. Knew what he was doing and how to do it. And he did it great. He was sly, and had a lot of clients. Clients that he did everything to try and please, so much that he tried every new type of drug that fell into his hands to make sure he was giving no shit. He took pride on his quality.
And you swore to try every and each of one of them. You had your good trips and bad trips. Took care of each other and always stood safe. You knew your limits. Or that’s what you thought.
‘Cause you should have known that this was a really bad idea. You knew that it was dangerous, and crossed a line a little… sensitive. But once again you were stupid. Really stupid. And you liked your best friend too much to think straight.
“You want me to take an aphrodisiac…, with you.” you tried and clarify as Eddie stood there, all wide eyed and smiley with two pink little pills on his hand.
“Yeah.” he nodded.
“…” “Okay.” you shrugged, not thinking twice to on swallowing the pill along with him.
If only you knew what of a great mistake that was…
Or maybe not.
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You were horny, so horny that you couldn’t stop your thighs from pressing against each other, trying hard for your best friend, which stood seated on his bed next to you, to not notice. You were listening to some music, waiting for the drug to take effect. It was fast. Too fast.
Your whole skin grew on goosebumps, your cheeks flushing and body running hot, so hot you were melting. You tried not to. Not to think about how nice he looked, the way he licked his lips every few seconds as if his mouth were dry. You tried not to stare too much at him, not to breath too hard or you’ll inhale his perfume, which seemed to be everywhere. And you surely tried to not let your mind get filled with scenarios in which your best friend shouldn’t be participating with you. But it was no luck, you failed the very moment you noticed the bulge that had grown under the sweats that he wore to stay comfy on his house.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Eddie was suffering. His eyes away from you as best as he could. He couldn’t stop too much to stare at your bare legs and plushy thighs or he’ll for sure burst on his pants like a complete 13 year old virgin who just found out what porn was. And your tits… God, he always tried and avoid thinking about your nipples pressing against his tee-shirts —which you borrowed every day—, and the way you just casually stopped wearing bras around him. But now was impossible, since you were wearing his Hell Fire shirt and he could see just how erect your nipples were through the white of it. He wanted to lick them, wanted to suck on them so bad, kiss your chest and leave you full of marks, fuck his cock in between your tits and paint them on his cum…
Shit. Shit. Shit.
His dick was incredibly hard, leaking on his thigh and twitching in need of attention. His breath hitched when he tried and reposition it inside his pants, biting down on his lip to not let out a groan due to the pressure.
You were seating one next to another, shoulders almost brushing, hands almost touching. And you needed to touch him so bad… So bad, oh god.
You couldn’t stop thinking about what he had told you about his sexual encounters. About what he had found he liked the most.
It was no big deal. You and Eddie didn’t keep secrets from one another, and somehow along the way, the theme had just… came up. So you had talked about it. A lot. And it was no big deal, ‘was’, or so you tried to convince yourself. But now… Now it was a big deal.
You couldn’t stop wondering if he would treat you as he treated all of those other girls. If he would choke you, spank you, praise you… You wondered what position would make you feel him the best. How far would his dick go down your throat? You would love to suck his dick. You wanted to call him daddy too. Knowing that he would probably fuck you harder, like he once told you he had fucked a girl after it.
You needed to know, needed to know how he would eat you out. Needed to know how big he was.
Shit.
You were breathing heavily, your eyes on the veins of his arms and hands, those hands that you’ve dreamed with so many times, those fingers that you had pretended and were the ones fucking your cunt when you touched yourself.
The tension inside the room could be cut with a knife. And you were the only ones in the trailer since Wayne was working a double shift.
You couldn’t look at each other. Or at least you did as if you hadn’t caught the other staring… ‘Cause Eddie’s mind was getting too fuzzy and his attempts to stop staring at you slowly started to be less and less effective. He just couldn’t get the image of fucking you right there and then, with his tee-shirt on, and fill you up with his cum over and over again until you couldn’t stop crying due to how full you felt. He couldn’t stop thinking about playing with that little button that he for sure knew would make you scream, the tightness and wetness of your pussy…
God, he shouldn’t be feeling this way about his best friend, the one that he had grown up with… But he did, and always had.
“It’s…” he jolted when your voice suddenly filled the room, taking him by surprise. “It’s good.” you awkwardly smiled, still not looking at him.
It was good as fuck. So good that it had you soaking through your short jeans.
“Yeah…” he breathed out, feeling his cock stir just by hearing your voice on his pants as he scoffed and repositioned himself on the bed. He wanted to know how good you would sound moaning his name.
You gasped when your skin made contact, both your hands brushing the slightest, but still enough to make your skin grow on goosebumps.
Eddie looked at you and then at your hands. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips looked all red and swollen, as he hadn’t stopped biting on them.
You thought he would move away then, but surprisingly enough he made your hands brush again, getting the same reaction out of you.
You were shivering when he turned your hand on his own. You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused. But he simply looked into your eyes and started caressing your palm. Slowly, teasingly…
He knew what he was doing. You could see it in his eyes. In the little smirk that was trying to appear on his lips.
Your breath hitched, wherever his fingertips touched felt like your skin was mixing up with his.
You only could look into his eyes, into his stupidly beautiful dark brown eyes which pupils were blown.
You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. Your throat was tied in knots and your stomach was burning with suck need that was making you feel dizzy. Maybe that’s why you did what you did, but before you knew it you were taking his teasing hand and slowly raising it up to your lips.
Eddie’s breathing was heavy when your lips parted and you nipped on his fingertips, your cheeks hollowing around two of his fingers when you pushed them inside your mouth. You never stopped staring at him as your tongue started to swirl his fingers, teasing, inviting…
He groaned, and your pussy clenched around nothing, gagging when he suddenly thrusted his fingers deeper inside your mouth. “Uh-uh…” he clicked his tongue. “You need to open up wider, sweetheart.” you did as he told you, this time feeling his fingers down your throat. “That’s it, good girl.” his praise was low, his voice making you shiver and moan around his fingers. He smirked when you took his wrist to push his hand closer, his fingers deeper. You needed more. You needed him to fuck your mouth, use your throat and make you gag all around him. “Oh, well isn’t that pathetic… Look at you. Why so needy, hm?” you whimpered, and his dick twitched so hard he had to breath in the best he could. Shit, you looked so pretty. “My girl just needed something to suck on, isn’t that right? Your mouth was feeling empty, huh?” he inquired and you nodded, your teary eyes staring into his own. He wanted to make you cry. On your mind his words playing over and over again. ‘My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl…’ “Poor baby, having such a hard time…” he shook his head. “Maybe I should help you, what do you think, hm?” his heart skipped a beat when you pushed his fingers out of your mouth, still connected by a string of spit that he so badly wanted to lick.
“Please, Eddie, please, please, please…” you begged, and even if you didn’t ‘knew’, you knew you were in too deep now. Your brain was completely disconnected, you couldn’t think straight, the only thing in your mind being your oh so pretty best friend, and his lips, and his eyes, and his…
You gulped when he smirked, his hand guiding yours towards his crotch, his dick reacting to your touch with a tug that you felt through the sweats. He was hard, so hard your mouth was watering.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” he said, and you had never been so fast in your life at tugging someone else’s pants down. The boxers disappeared just as fast, and your eyes widened when his cock slapped his stomach when it was finally freed. It was so big…, so big that you couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips, making Eddie groan. His tip was the most beautiful pink you have ever seen, fully leaking and all pearly with his pre-cum. He was long, and a couple of veins popped on his shaft. You could only imagine how good it will feel dragging up and down your walls. You were salivating, with your knees tucked below your butt for him, kneeling on the bed. “Here, let me help you, baby.” he said before taking your hair in one of his hands, collecting all of it in some kind of a ponytail that would allow him to fuck your throat harder and see those beautiful eyes of yours tear up as you took him in your mouth. He had been dreaming about this moment since he could remember, and he sure as hell was going to fully enjoy it. He was going to take it all in.
He groaned when your lips took his head, your tongue tasting the musk and saltiness of the beads on the slit, which made you hum. Eddie had to try really hard to not cum right there and then, his balls so full it was painful.
“There you go.” he sighed, watching as you slowly started to fuck his cock into your mouth.
You could almost cry of happiness and relief. He felt so heavy on your mouth, so warm and so big… You only wanted to choke on it, wanted him to leave your throat sore and swollen from thrusting on it. You didn’t care, you just needed it, even if that made you unable to talk tomorrow morning.
“So greedy…” he chucked when you took too much of him and gagged, pulling yourself off of him to take a deep breath, your hand on your base, which pooled with your spit. “I know what you want.” you let out a little shriek when he suddenly pulled at your hair towards his cock, making you take him once again in your mouth, fucking your throat. “Been wanting me to fuck this tight throat of yours, huh? Isn’t that right, doll?” he panted when your nails dug on the flesh of his thighs, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to contain your gagging and breath through your nose. “Been wanting me to use you like a simple little toy, hm? Fuck your mouth full of my cum.” you moaned, making him do it as well at the feeling. “Shit. You look so pretty taking me so good, choking on my cock and letting me use you like a fucking slut. Fuck, been thinking about you sucking my cock for years.”
Eddie moaned when one of your hands took his balls and rolled them in between your fingers. They were heavy and full for you, ready to stuff you up with his cum and get you all fucked out and pretty for him.
“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl, shit, you’re gonna make me cum so hard…” he groaned, struggling to maintain his eyes open, getting too lost on the squelching of your mouth, on the feeling of your tongue and throat, of your hands on his balls, on the tears on your eyes and the whimpers and moans that you were letting out only for him to hear. “Fuck.” he was close. He could feel it, the drug making him impossible for him to hold it much more due to how turned on and sensitive he was. “I’m gonna cum.” he moaned, and before you knew it, he was filling your throat with his white, heavy and creamy seed. You sighed in pleasure, milking him with your mouth as he rode out his orgasm with a groan.
He let go of your hair, and you let his dick fall out of your mouth with a pop, not before having cleaned his head with your tongue and having swallowed his seed just like the good girl he knew you were.
“Fuck.” he groaned before he harshly pulled you in, crashing your lips together in a searing kiss that had you moaning in his mouth and left your legs shaking.
Your hands found his hair as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, humming when he tasted himself in it. He needed to drink you up, needed you to ride his face and leave him tasting of you, needed you to leave his face all soaked with your juices.
“Now it’s my turn.” he said, and you didn’t argue when he popped the bottom of your shot jeans open. “God, angel.” he groaned when he saw the little lace pink panties that you were wearing, which now stood completely soaked with your slick. “Is this for me?” you moaned when his fingers touched you over the lace, pushing the slightest between your wet and warm folds. You nodded, whimpering a ‘yes’, feeling blissed by his touch. It was everything you had ever dreamed of. Like biting the apple of Eden under the eye of god, like drinking water after days in the sun, like breathing after almost drowning in the sea… Eddie was everything you had dreamed of. Everything you wanted. Everything you needed. “So good for me…” you cried out when he pushed you against the sheets, his mouth latching at your thighs to leave marks that you’d proudly wear tomorrow with your oh so short skirts and dresses. “Why don’t you pull your panties off for me and let me take a look, hm?” you nodded, using your legs to raise your hips and pull your underwear down your thighs. Eddie took care of it, once they were completely off, throwing somewhere on the room’s floor, still taking a mental note to make sure to steal them before you could notice.
You were burning up and dying at the same time.
It was like his touch didn’t exist but filled your senses altogether.
“Oh god.”
Just the simple act of touching, of him kissing you, holding you… Was just so intimate that your bones were breaking in half. It hurt, but hurt so good .
You felt everything ten times stronger.
And you swore your heart was about to stop when his hand disappeared in between your legs. His touch felt like freezing, but burning at the same time.
“Fuck, angel.” he groaned and you moaned at the sleek that pooled between your tights. You were soaked. You could feel it flowing down your lips to the sheets. “So wet…” Eddie‘s fingers shone with your arousal, which he tasted when he inserted his fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste. “So sweet…”
Suddenly his head was now inches away from your heat, and you screamed at the first drag of his tongue, lapping at your slick with his eyes closed in pleasure, separating your lips —which hardly stood connected with strings of your arousal— and circling your clit. You could see stars. Even if you had your eyes closed.
“Eddie.” you cried out as he ate you out like a starved animal, devouring you, tasting you as if you were his last meal.
He groaned when your fingers laced in his curls, tugging on them due to the pleasure.
He hummed when your hips rocked against his face when his nose bumped against your clit, his tongue harshly pushing against your hole. “Please…” you didn’t know what you were begging for, but he seemed to understand. He always did.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he plunged two of his fingers on your warm and wet pussy. You couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the way your grip tightened on his curls, the way your hips rose or the word that fell of your lips in a needy moan.
“Daddy.”
And then he suddenly stopped. He stopped his thrusting, his kisses… Everything stopped. And your gut clenched in need.
“What did you just call me?” he said below a whisper, his dark onyx eyes heavy on you, so heavy you felt crushed.
Your cheeks heat up, but even if you had heard him, you couldn’t listen. “No!” You whimpered, one of your hands reaching to circle his wrists in hopes that he would touch you again, that he would help you subside your thirst for him once again. “Please don’t stop, please!” you were at the verge of tears, you felt so close to cumming, so close that you swore it physically pained you. You needed him, needed him so bad your bones shivered and your whole body trembled.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he pouted, mocking you, although you didn’t care since he was back to curling his fingers inside of you and making pants fell from your lips. “You’re about to cum?” but again, he had stopped, and again, you found yourself pleading him. “If you want to cum, then you’d have to say it.” you knew what he was referring to, but you still found yourself so embarrassed that you could bring yourself to say it. “Come on sweetheart, use that pretty mouth of yours to call me ‘daddy’ again, would you?” your whole body flushed at his smirk, your cheeks so red and hot that you could feel them burning.
But again, even though you were embarrassed to the marrow, it only took a single curl of his fingers to make you dissolve on his hands. “Daddy, please, daddy…” you whimpered, and he smiled.
“That’s my good girl.” you moaned, probably due to his praising, or probably to the fact that his lips were back on your clit, sucking on it ‘till your thighs were shaking on the sides of his face. “Daddy’s good girl.”
You clenched around his fingers with a moan so high that you swore the whole trailer park had heard you as the tension on your lower stomach finally snapped, your pussy gushing on his mouth and fingers, slick that he made sure to lap at to as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
You could feel tears swelling in your eyes at the overstimulation. It was too much, but at the same time not enough.
You needed him, needed his cock, his body, his mouth…
“Eddie, please…” you begged for him with a new tug and he looked at you, his chin and lips completely bathed in you. “Please it’s not enough…” you whimpered. “Please, daddy…”
He groaned, ‘cause he felt the exact same way than you, he could eat you out day and night, he loved it, from your taste to the little sweet sounds that you let out… But he couldn’t stop thinking about stuffing you full, filling you up until he could see his dick bulging in your lower stomach, fuck you so raw and rough that you couldn’t stop screaming, leaving you voiceless the next morning. He wanted to make you cry.
“Fuck.” he was quick to pull his boxers down and get on top of you. “I know baby, I know…” you whimpered when he took place in between your legs, the head of his huge cock gliding through your folds in ease, circling your clit, pushing against your entrance… “Gonna let me fuck you raw, sweetheart? Let me cum inside and fill you up? Get you all round and pretty for me?” you moaned, sensing your whole body shake. You shook your head ‘yes’, crying out a ‘yes please daddy, pleasepleaseplease’ and he almost could cum right there and then.
You let out a quiet scream when he got balls deep inside you in a quick and harsh thrust. You went breathless. He stretched you out like no one would ever do, fill you to the brim, his head abusing your g spot with every new snap of his hips.
“I’m sorry baby.” he moaned as he moved ‘till only the tip stood inside. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to control myself. I need to fuck you so bad…” you nails dug on his back when he thrusted in again.
“EddieEddieEddieEddie…” you cried out over and over again, the squelching sound of his dick fucking into your wet hole making you so horny that you couldn’t stop the need to move your hips against his, what made him groan and grip your hips to do it for you, but harder. Much much harder. “Shit!” your voice cracked. He rose you up as if you were as light as a feather, making you sit on his cock.
You choked on just how deep it got, it caressed places so deep within you that made breathing harder.
“That’s right baby, fuck, moan for me, you sound so sweet when your voice breaks with every scream.” your jaw was slack, lips parted as he rose you up and down his dick, using you like he could use a toy. You couldn’t stop moaning, moans that came out broken due to how hard he was fucking you and how high and loud your voice was.
Tears were falling from your cheeks with every new thrust, you felt so overstimulated by the drug that it was too much. Too much, but your body desired so much more.
You wanted Eddie to break you, fuck you brainless, make you sob…
The grip on your throat silenced your screams as he choked you, his tongue licking the tears out of your face just to later on lick into your mouth. Spit dribbled out of your lips and painted your chest due to how messy it was. You were a babbling mess. ‘Daddy, daddy, ah, Eddie, shit, ah…’
Eddie groaned and moaned, his eyebrows furrowing when your walls started to clench around him. “Are you gonna come for me, princess? Gonna come on my cock? Gonna come on daddy’s cock?” you nodded, your breathing ragged as you whimpered slurred ‘yes, yes, yes…’. Your g spot was being abused with every new jump, your clit, being caressed by two of his fingers. Your nails dug on his shoulders, your head falling backwards and a scream leaving your lips. You rode him in need of a release and he knew that, his lips on your neck, sucking bruises that made you lose your mind. “Then come.” your whole body seemed to die and come back to life then, your high hitting you so hard your ears rung and your sight went white. Eddie moaned when he felt it, the warmth of your cum surrounding his dick, painting his cock in white, and he almost came when he watched it pool at the base of his cock like a white ring.
He had you back on your back, taking your legs and pushing them agains your chest, fucking into you so hard that hit your cervix over and over again.
You though that your high would go down, but instead, you found yourself screaming when it only seemed to go higher and higher.
“Eddie, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” you found yourself coming again, right after your first.
“Oh shit sweetheart, did you just came twice?” you where digging your nails on his biceps as tears rolled down your cheeks and onto the pillow, soaking the sheets. You were letting out cracked and short moans that got cut with every thrust of his. “Fuck, you drive me insane.”
And yet you felt like you were gonna die.
“Eddie, stop, stop…” you cried out due to the overstimulation, still feeling your body scream for more, your ‘o’ slurred and dragged. “Something’s gonna—“
Before you could finish your sentence, your back was arching and your pushy gushing as it’s walls fluttered around Eddie’s cock, which now stood soaked with your squirting.
“Fuck.” he moaned when he saw it, his hips snapping harder and harder against you, following the amazing feeling for your tight, warm cunt. You kept squirting over and over again as Eddie praised and teased you under his breath. “Are you feeling good, princess? Look at you, all messed up on my dick. So pretty soaking my sheets.”
He was close, so fucking close that moans started to fall from his lips, his hips stuttering as his high reached him. “Gonna fill you real nice, gorgeous. Gonna leave you so full your pussy’s gonna be dripping. Gonna look so pretty when I fuck it back into you.”
And with a final grunt he came, his load creamy, hot and heavy inside you. You moaned at the feeling, pushing him deeper inside you. You needed him deeper. He let go of your legs, which fell around him, trembling and twitching, as he fell on top of you, his lips on your neck.
He stood there for a couple of minutes, just kissing you, hugging you. But you could feel it, you could still fell the burning feeling that the drug had left you with, feel his dick growing inside of you. When you least expected it, he had turned you over, pushing your body against the duvet and starting to fuck into you once again.
“Sorry angel, just one more.” you couldn’t say no, not when he was fucking you so good and nice, not when you needed him so bad you felt like drowning.
Your nails dug in the bed sheets, your moans and screams being muffled by his pillow, which was getting wet with your drooling and new tears.
“Good girl, taking me so good… Pussy so tight and wet for me, sucking me in so nice…” you screamed when one of his hands sneaked in between your legs and under your stomach to start circling your clit, in just a mere seconds slowly starting to build another orgasm, as strong as the rest. “Can feel you clenching, sweetheart. Are you gonna come again? Gonna soak my sheets for me once more?” before you could even answer, you were falling apart, droplets falling down your tights. “Fuck.”
This time it only took a couple more hard and deep thrusts for Eddie to cum, overstimulated by the recent orgasm and the incredible feeling of your own.
You whimpered, feeling so full your stomach would bulge with his cum.
You felt boneless when he slowly and softly took you with him to your side, cuddling you with his cock still buried deep into your full cunt. You sighed at the feeling, so drunk on him, so in love with the soft kisses that he left on your shoulders, the sweet words that he whispered in your ear. ‘You did so good for me, angel.’ ‘You’re so beautiful, so, so beautiful sweetheart.’ ‘Such a good girl for me…’
“Gonna let me keep it inside you all night like the good girl you are, huh? Gonna let me fuck you up all pretty tomorrow morning too, isn’t that right baby?” you nodded, letting out a little whimper that made him hum.
Eddie was stupid, and you were stupid too. And you two were stupidly in love with each other.
Stupid, isn’t it?
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Sex Ed
Summary: Eddie teaches the boys how to properly finger a girl
Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader
Word Count: 2244
⚠️Warnings⚠️ : SMUT!!, fingering, oral a little bit, swearing!!, public sex(I guess), not proof read
Masterlist Part 2
The lunch room was crowded, but you were seated at your usual spot. Right next to Eddie, who takes the head of the table.
"What are you weekend plans, Jeff?” Dustin asked, trying to get some conversation going.
“I have a date, and we’re gonna go to the drive in.” Jeff told the table. Then he made this awful motion with his hands. He held up two fingers and started scissoring them open and close and the moving his hand in a big circle.
“Is that supposed to be you fingering this girl?” Eddie spoke up with disbelief. Jeff just smirked and nodded.
“Damn right it is.” He fist bumped with Gareth and you rolled your eyes.
“That’s horrible, dude.” You spoke up, adding to the conversation.
“I agree.” Eddie bumped your shoulder with his elbow.
“What do you mean?” Jeff looked offended.
“Girls aren’t objects.” You spoke, quietly as Eddie, unintentionally spoke over you.
“That’s not how you finger a girl.” He was confident in his statement, but everyone at the table, including the baby freshmen, looked at him with surprise at his statement.
“What?” He questioned.
“So how do you do it then?” Gareth questioned, meekly from across the table.
“Yeah, Eddie. How do you do it?” You mocked resting your chin in your hand. Eddie just chuckled and stuck a pretzel in his mouth.
“I’m not gonna give you all my secrets, okay?” He laughed to himself shaking his head, but everyone still watched him expectantly.
“Just tell us, dude.” Dustin threw a grape at Eddie to get him to tell his “secrets”. “Maybe I’ll use your advise in the future.” He laughed and Mike gave him a disgusted look.
“Gross, dude.” Mike exclaimed.
“Fine, whatever?” Eddie spoke up, “first things first, and most importantly, consent is key. If they said no, well, that means no and hands to yourself.” Everyone around the table nodded and urged him to keep going.
“You wanna make sure you hands are clean. I’m talking no dirt under your nails, no long nails, and please, God, no hang nails. Jeff, I’m talking to you. I mean it, buddy, file those bad boys down.” He points across the table to Jeff who nodded and started picking at his fingernails. You just chuckled but continued to listen.
“You wanna ease into it, don’t run before you can walk. Simplicity. There’s the- the hole, and there’s the clit. You have to multitask. Start with one finger, a long one, don’t need around with that pointer finger bullshit, ‘kay? Middle finger and ring finger. Use your thumb to rub the clit, it’s above the hole, you’ll find it, I hope.” He muttered the last part to himself, but as you were so close to him you heard and chuckled to yourself. He was explaining what to do and demonstrating with his hands in the air.
“Once you kinda got that far, then you can get more creative. Some people will tell you to curl your fingers kinda like- line ‘come here’” again he demonstrated with his two middle fingers together, “but that’s not quite right. I’ve found you need to curl your fingers up like that but don’t move them. Keep them like that and move your whole arm back and forth.” He curled his fingers in the air and started thrusting his arm. Everyone looked around at each other, but you were lost in watching his technique.
“Keep doing that and rubbing the clit, faster and slower, you know, until she cums.” He finished with a small shrug and ate another pretzel off his plate.
“Wait- girls… cum?” Jeff asks, whispering the last word. Eddie and you both sigh and he facepalms.
“Yes, my unfortunate friend, they do. And it’s magnificent.” Eddie reaches over the table and pats his shoulder. “You have much to learn.”
After lunch was over and you went to your next class you couldn’t get Eddie out of your mind. You’d been friends since you moved to Hawkins last year, but you’d never looked at him in a sexual way. You honestly thought he was a virgin. Like totally. Just because he was a Dungeons and Dragons nerd, but after todays displays during lunch you wanted to see his other side.
Once the next period started, you k new you had a class with Eddie. Before he could go into the classroom you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a supply closet and shut the door.
“Whoa!” Eddie was confused until he caught his balance and realized it was you. “Oh, jeez, you scared me. What’s up?” He held his hand to his chest, trying to regulate his breathing.
“When you said, at lunch today,” You started saying, before he cut you off.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t really think that skirt is too short. I was just teasing you.” He explained his first comment of the period, but that’s not what you were referring to.
“That’s not what I’m talking about...” You trailed off, a bit embarrassed to say what you actually meant.
“What’s this about then?” He asked, seeming genuinely confused.
“You know, when you explained to the guys how to...” You wiggled your eyebrows making a thrusting gesture with your arm.
“Oh! When I told them how to finger someone?” He nodded with a smile and you shushed him.
“Yes.”
“So? What about it?” He shrugged again. You just looked at him for a moment, thinking about whether or not you should tell him.
“I know this is weird, but I’ve been thinking about it and it actually like kind of turned me on and I know we’re friends, so I hope me saying this doesn’t ruin anything between us, but I really want you to finger me.” You spoke all in one breath, getting it out of the way and waiting for his response. He just looked at you with a shocked expression.
You reached for the door handle, ready to never speak to Eddie, or anyone, ever again, but he grabbed your wrist and pressing you against the door.
He leaned down to speak to you, noses almost touching.
“You want me to finger you?” His tone was serious, but he was wearing a proud smirk across his face.
“Yea.” You couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your lips, and you both just chuckled at the situation.
“Okay.” He nodded, still very close to you.
“Okay.” You spoke back.
There was a moment of silence in the small supply room, but it soon ended when he pressed his lips to yours. You quickly move your hands to wrap in his hand, and his gripped your hips, pressing you to the door. Every action was quick, and heated.
He lifted you up and placed you down on top of a small counter and stood between your spread knees. His hands were on your thighs, bunching your skirt up around your hips.
He left a few open mouth kisses on your neck and a few hickeys you were sure would last well into next week. You couldn’t help it when a soft moan fell from your lips when his hand moved around to your inner thigh.
His palm cupped your clothed pussy and your breath got caught in your throat. Your own fingers, wrapped up in his hair, tugged at his roots and he let out his own low groan.
Eddie broke away from the kiss and looked down at his hand moving your underwear to the side.
“Wow, you’re already so wet.” He all but growled into your ear.
“Been thinking about you since fourth period.” You breathed out between soft moans.
Just like he described earlier, he used his fingertips to dip into your entrance and spread your wetness through you folds until he reached your clit. He started tracing slow, agonizing circles around your clit with one hand, and with the other he lifted your leg to place your heel at the edge of the counter. You tossed your head back against the wall as you tried to swallow your moans so you didn’t get caught in the school closet.
“That feel good? Hmm?” His pace on your clit sped up only slightly, his other hand was placed on the wall behind you.
“More.” You whined out, moving your hands to his wrist between your thighs.
“More, what? Use your manners.” He leaned his face down making direct eye contact with you.
“Please. Please, I need more.” You whined, followed by a loud moan when he plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy.
He didn’t give you much time before he started pulling his fingers out and pressing them back in at a slow pace, using his thumb to rub your clit.
“Faster, Eddie.” You tried moving your hips a bit, but his other hand moved down from the wall to keep you still. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He started pumping his fingers faster and harder, and you could feel your stomach getting that warm feeling.
“Fuck! That feels so good, Eddie.” You moved to grip the edge of the counter, to keep yourself from screaming his name for the whole school to hear.
He lowered his body just a bit and he started leaving kisses on the inside of your thighs.
“What are you doing?” You ask, breathlessly.
“Just trust me.” He continued to leave kisses and hickeys on the your inner thigh.
As he described earlier, his fingers curled inside of you, rubbing against the spot deep inside you with every thrust. A spot you’ve never been able to reach on your own. Your eyes screwed shut and your head tilted back with an arch in your back.
“Fuck! Right there!” You were trying as hard as you could to contain your moaning, but it soon became too difficult for you. You slammed your own hand against your lips, hopefully to keep the volume down.
As you were in your own little world, bucking your hips to meet each thrust, you were pulled back to reality when Eddies tongue was pressed to your clit.
“Holy fuck.” You basically wheezed into your palm. Your other hand weaving into Eddie’s hair.
As his fingers were thrusting at a rapid rate, and his lips wrapped around your clit you could feel your stomach tighten and your toes began to curl.
Your hand on Eddie’s head was joined by the other one pressing his face further into you, leading his exactly where you needed him.
“Fuck, don’t stop. You’re gonna make me cum.” Your hips were rocking as you chased your high, and your fingers pulling his hair causing him to moan against you.
“Cum for me, (Y/n).” He kept his eyes on your face, wanting to see how much pleasure you were in because of him.
You could feel the vibrations of his voice run all the way through your body leading up to an explosion of pleasure.
“Fuck, Eddie, oh my, God.” A combination of curse words and Eddies name was all you could manage to say as waves of pleasure surged through your body like waves.
“That’s it, good girl.” Eddie stood back up straight and held the side of your head making you look into his eyes.
Your pussy clenched around Eddie’s fingers as he worked you down from your high. He removed his finger from you sensitive hole, earning another jolt and hiss from you. He brought his hand from between your thighs and pressed his two fingers to your lips.
“Open.” He didn’t break eye contact as you opened your mouth and accepted his fingers into your mouth. You let out a small moan as you tasted yourself and licked every drop of your juices from his fingers.
“Holy shit.” You spoke softly. You were out of breath. Very out of breath. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” You confessed to your best friend.
“Yeah? I could tell.” He smirked and you gave him a playful smack on his shoulder.
He looked around in the closet and found an unopened box of tissues. He tore it open and took out a few tissues to clean you up.
“You made quite the mess, (Y/L/n),” He smirked watching you jolt when he put too much pressure on your, still very sensitive, core.
“Shut up.” You whined as you pulled your underwear back to their original position. “Help me down.”
Eddie helped you hop down from the counter top and stabilized you when you hit the floor. You adjusted your skirt and your hair and looked at Eddie for approval.
“Hang on,” He ran his thumbs under your eyes to fix the tear stained, black, rim around your eyes from your eyeliner. “Okay, good. What about me?”
You ran your fingers through his hair and tamed a few unruly pieces and wiped off some of your own pussy juice off his chin.
“Good,” You smiled. “Now, let’s get to class before they come looking for us.”
Eddie spun around on his heel and opened the closet door.
You both walked to your class, side by side.
“I feel bed for any girl Jeff’s ever been with if he just found out they can cum today.” You joked as you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.
“That poor boy. And to think, he lost his virginity before me.” Eddie joked back as you two approached your class.
fin.
I haven’t written much of anything in a while, so I’m a bit rusty.
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queen nefertiti watching over her kingdom
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I love em eager, let me come over. I expect you to be waiting for me naked, ass up on your bed just like I know you like it -E.M
Oh… I am blushing. I’m waiting for you
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It’s a 50/50 chance they know what they’re doing
For that silly palette challenge by @m-chromatic
#art#drawing#oc#ocart#indy’s art#deltarune#deltarune oc#Addison oc#E.M#original character#chromatic aberration#Addisons
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Open the door silly girl, I’m lock and loaded-E.M
Doors wide open baby
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common tongue of you lovin' me
🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut
🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader
wc: 2.5k
content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope
foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o
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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.
Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.
You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake.
Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.
He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.
Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night.
Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…
Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.
You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.
“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”
“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”
Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”
You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.
Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.
“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.
He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”
There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”
He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”
“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his.
“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim.
When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly.
So he does want to touch you. Interesting.
You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.
But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?
Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first.
You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.
“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.
Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.
It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.
He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.
When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening.
“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”
“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.
“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.
The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.
You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.
“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.
Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”
So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up.
Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”
When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.
“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”
He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.
Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.
He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.
Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”
“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing.
Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.
“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”
Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”
He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”
You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”
“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”
He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.
When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.
“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”
His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”
“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”
You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him.
The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy.
“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”
“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat.
Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release.
You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths.
“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.
His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”
You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”
Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”
You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”
He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”
He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.
He whispers, “Can I ask you something?”
When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”
You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck.
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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
rockstar! eddie x demon! fem reader
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Eddie Munson had a dream, for his band Corrored Coffin to reach the stars. And Eddie was capable of anything if that meant they’ll make it. Anything. Even make a pact with the devil.
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18+content! satanic ritual, blood, wounds (made with a knife), sub! and virgin! eddie, dom!fem! reader, possessiveness, oral sex (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex (GUYS WRAP THE DONG UP!), hair pulling, own-ship kink! (kinda), multiple orgasms (m), overstimulation, CREAM PIES!!!, nudity (obvs), blood kink! (kinda), drugs, teasing, cum swallowing, face fucking… MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN!
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‘ want me to fuck the virgin out of you? ’
“Okay… Done.” he sighed, staring at the summoning circle he had drawn on the floor of his living room. “Thank god this shit comes with instructions.” he mumbled, cracking his back since he had been crouching down for the last 20 minutes scribbling with the worn white chalk in between his fingers. He was pleased, the lighted candles surrounding the summoning circle made it even better.
He then took the old grimoire, the pages almost falling apart on his fingers as he passed the pages.
It was hilarious, actually. Being wrongly believed to be a satanist his whole life just to find himself making a deal with the devil years later. But who cares? If they wanted a satanist, they’d get a satanist. And a really rich and famous one.
“Fuck. I should have really paid attention to latin classes.” he whispered as he played cart wheel with the book, trying to see the right side to read it. Was this even latin? He couldn’t really know.
After finding out the right side, he laid the grimoire on the nearest table, where he could read, before taking the knife he had brought from the van.
“Invoco te, diabole, tenebras, peccatum pro i manu tua, sanguine tuo et viribus tuis…” he started mumbling, trying his best to pronounce the spell as best as he could. “peccatum tuum, tenebrae tuae, pars animae tuae opus est…” the sudden turn off of the lights above his head startled him. That and the unimportant and completely normal growth of the flames of the candles, reaching the height his knees. “Holy shit!” his heart was beating harshly against his ribs.
Breathe.
He reminded himself. He could do this. He had to do this.
“Okay… Now for the finale.” he mumbled, pressing the knife to his palms and closing it over the weapon, with a quick movement slicing his flesh, crimson pooling at his feet on little droplets. “Age, precor, oro, sequere vocem, ingrediar ad terras, nam te sanguine dicam!” he finished as he let his blood fall into the protection circle, staining the chalk.
Due to a quick flash of the candles —which died and came back to life in a blink—, he stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor and grunting when he had to put all his weight on his good hand to not hurt his left more.
His eyes adapted to the darkness and now dimmed lights —since the intensity of flames had blinded him—, skin growing in goosebumps when he felt someone or something lurking in the dark.
His eyes widened when he met a pair of crimson ones that stared at him in fun.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty one?” he gulped at what stood before him.
A devil. With the most beautiful and haunting face and black leather intimidating wings at your back.
Sin in flesh.
“Jesus Christ!” he breathed out as his cheeks turned red, eyes darting somewhere else as his wounded hand stood in between his sight and your body.
You were completely and absolutely naked. Soft skin on dispose for him to see.
“Uhm… I…” he stuttered, trying to find the words.
This wasn’t what he was expecting at all… He expected blood, darkness, someone covered too…
Not this. Not you.
“Aw, no need to be shy now…” a choked scream left his lips when, after a slight wave of your hand, an invisible force tugged from him up and close to the protection circle. He shivered when your hand took his in a soft and icing grip. “It was you who offered yourself to me after all…”
This shouldn’t be happening. The protection circle was supposed to safely maintain the summoned demon inside, unable to scape nor ‘cause any type of harm to the caller. You shouldn’t have been able to pull him towards you, nor take his hand by reaching outside it.
So…
“Who are you?” he inquired, shock and fear on his voice as he stared into your eyes.
“I’ve been a lot of things…” you answered, gently examining the deep and dripping cut in his palm on your own. His eyes hardly tried to not wonder from your face, although something deep inside of him whispered in his ear, tempted him to stare at your naked body. “From the favorite one: An angel… To the fallen one: A devil.” you muttered.
“What’s… What’s your name?” his breathing was stuck in his lungs, voice strained.
You smiled, staring up at him. You and he knew that, by knowing a demon’s name, you’d have power over them, be able to control it somehow.
Although that didn’t matter.
“Satan. Although I go by a lot of names now. y/n is one of my favorites.”
His breath hitched, his whole body tensing under you touch, as if it hurt.
Satan? He had been able to summon the ruler of hell? Wasn’t that almost impossible? He was expecting a smaller demon, one with which he could make a deal. Not the sin herself.
You could feel him try and pull away, but you didn’t let him, your fingers lacing around his palm, being careful with the cut.
“You scared?” you whispered, taking a step outside the circle, your free hand running up though his chest and resting on his shoulder. You could feel his quickened heartbeat.
But even though he felt every single bone inside his body shake, from his lips fell a quick:
“No.”
That only made your smirk grow. “Well, aren’t you stupid…” you cooed, and he shivered. “All the cute ones are always stupid.” you muttered.
He gulped when your sharp nails trailed up his neck, taking your time over his pulse point.
“What is it that you want, hm?” your voice was pure silk for his ears, like the sweetest nectar, trying to lure him in. “There must be something you must want to be messing with the devil.” you stepped closer. “What is it? Power? Love?” you looked into his eyes and he swore you could see his soul. You probably could. “Fame…” you chuckled. “Of course a pretty boy like you would want fame…” your thumb made its way to his bottom lip, which you slightly tugged. “Drive all the girls crazy.” he trembled when you pushed your naked chest against his. He could feel your perked nipples pushing against through his tee shirt. “Isn’t that right?” you mumbled against his lips. “I can give it to you. I can give you anything you want.” his eyes were focused on your lips.
He was no fool though, and you could see it in his eyes when he asked. “What do you want in return?” As well as you could see that he would give anything.
“I want you.” you simply said, and although there was no change in your voice, no feeling of any kind, he shivered under your touch. “So… What do you say?” the hand that took his hurt one, raised it to your lips. He only could watch as your tongue darted out, a hiss leaving his own lips when you licked his cut, cleaning it of all blood. “You wanna play with me?”
And he couldn’t find himself to say no.
“I like what you’ve done with the room.” you nod as you enter the bedroom, taking in every single detail. Some Metallica and Dio posters, different guitars in corners and walls, the book collection of The Lord of the Rings, a full pile of tapes next to his walkman, a stash of weed… You smiled, picking a little bag in between your fingers. “You seem to know how to have fun.” you smirked when he quickly took it from you, pushing it inside his metallic lunch box and closing it.
“Could you… Could you maybe put on some clothes, please?” he said, watching you wander around his room, playing with trinkets here and there. You turned at his voice, eyebrows rose playfully.
“Why? Do I make you nervous, Eddie?” he choked when you were back in front of him, painfully close. “Or maybe…, is something else?” he quickly captured your wrist when your hand trailed down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. His eyes were a mix of warning and that glint of fear that you so well knew by now. Although there was something more…
You stepped away, hands rising in a ‘peace’ offering, a smirk plastered on your lips.
“Alright…” you elongated the ‘i’, as if you were bored. “I’ll be good.” you said, but by the look in his face, you knew he didn’t exactly believe you. “Now. Are you gonna give me some of your human clothes or do you want to watch some more?” you teased him, one of your hands cupping your right breast. He didn’t even look, quickly turning away as you giggled at his back, getting back to you with a pair of his boxers, one of his tee shirts and a pair of his sweats.
He then noticed: your wings.
“Oh, right.” you muttered, with a snap of your fingers making them disappear. “Is that better?” you questioned him, taking the clothes from his hands as he nodded and putting them on. “Huh.” you muttered, picking at the clothes. “Feels nice. Strange… But nice.”
“What. Have you never worn clothes?” he inquired.
And you only stood silent. His cheeks flushing when you smirked.
You never needed them…
“You’re the first one ever to ask me to cover up.” human or not human. And from the place when you came, no one really cared about clothes.
He coughed, clearing his throat.
“Okay, so… How does this work? I promise my soul to you and you instantly make me famous?” he changed subjects, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes fixated on the muscle, on the ink on his skin.
“Sure. You can do that.” you shrugged, taking seat on his bed, his shirt slightly rolling up to show your stomach. His eyes quickly darted elsewhere. “Though all that ‘I sold my soul to the devil’ is mostly made up stories by the church. Whatever I ask for, depends on the person that summons me.”
“So… What is it that you want from me?” his eyebrows quirked, a strand of hair falling to frame his face.
“I already told you. I want you.” suddenly, the place where he had cut himself —the same cut that had instantly closed after your tongue had made contact with it— burned.
With a quick movement of your hand, you pulled him closer to you and down by your side, hovering over him as one of your hands rested on his stomach. He jumped at your touch.
“I want you to be mine.” you smiled, and he shivered. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?” you pushed your chest against his as your hand trailed up and below his shirt, making him hiss when your fingertips caressed down his hips, at his happy trail. “The way you keep avoiding to touch me, to look at me?” you smirked, your lips against his ear. He groaned, unable to push you away, his whole body buzzing and burning up under your touch. You could smell the lust in him. “You though I wouldn’t notice that you’re a virgin?” a moan left his lips when your hand pushed down his pants, touching his growing cock from over the clothes. His fingers curled around your wrist but didn’t make a move to pull you away, what only made your smirk grow.
“S—Shit…” he gasped, his head tilting backwards at your touch.
“I don’t think you really know how valuable your virginity is for a demon, do you?” his dick was now fully erect below your palm. “We feed on it. Wrath, pride, jealousy, lust…” you whisper. “I want it. I want you.” his hips thrusted upwards in your hand, his mouth falling open. He was begging for more. You could feel it. “What do you think, pretty boy?” you left open mouth kissed down his neck, sucking and bruising the soft and tender flesh. “Do we have a deal?”
His breath hitched when you thumb pressed against his leaking head. “Yes, yes…” he nodded as he swallowed more moans by biting his bottom lip, unable to talk due to the amount of pleasure his body was under. Your touch was wicked. Making his bones ache for more.
And if he only had his eyes opened, he would have seen the devilish smile on your face.
“Good.” he whined when your hand left his pants, his own tugging from your wrist for more. “Aw, don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you once we seal the deal. Now, come here.” you tugged from his shirt, smashing your lips to his in a wet kiss. His mouth fell open in a moan, giving you the opportunity to slid your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss. He hissed when he felt burning skin underneath the hand that you rested on his chest, pulling away so his eyes would meet with a new branded mark just below where his heart should be. It was strange, full of lines. Like a tattoo.
Your thumb brushed the rests of spit off his bottom lip.
“Now you are mine.”
“Eddie! Eddie Munson! Please look here!”
“No, please here!”
“Please, tell us how does it feel to be the leader of one of the rising most famous bands in the whole world?!”
“Eddie!!!”
“Oh my god, he is so hot!”
He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe how in a matter of days after the pact, miraculously, a really important talent seeker had stumbled across one of their gigs at the Hideout and later on offered him and his band mates the golden ticket to fame. They had worked hard to release their first song, which quickly became a worldwide hit and catapulted them to the peak. They had been showered with a lot of support from the new fans and offered a contract for years in the best record label in the USA.
And there they were a couple of months later.
He was living the life. And even better, he was living it with his best friends: Gareth and Jeff. They could not be happier, seeing themselves finally achieving their childhood dream.
“Thank you!” he screamed over the noise to a couple of fans that had gifted him roses and love letters. They were crying for his attention, what only made his heart jump. He was so grateful.
“Eddie, please a couple of words!” one of the interviewers stopped him, the flash blinding his eyes a little bit.
He smiled at the camera.
“The thing is that I have no words!” he laughed, and the interviewer melted beside him. He was a real heartthrob. “Thank you so much to everyone that came tonight to see us! We love you, New York!” his smiled couldn’t get bigger, his cheeks hurting and eyes shining.
“Eddie! Come on, we need to go!” Gareth called out for him from the limousine, waving his hand. The security guard behind him tapped him slightly in the shoulder.
“I’m sorry I have to go now. But really, thank you so much!” he waved at the camera, quickly running later on into their car to get on the move to their hotel.
“Holy shit!” Jeff screamed when they were alone inside, and they all laughed.
“It was crazy out there.” Gareth smiled, a bear plush in between his arms. Probably from the fans.
“We sold out for the next concert too!” Jeff pointed out and they shared a hand five.
They were like a couple of kids on Christmas morning.
Eddie relaxed on his seat, a bright smile on his lips as he watched them enthusiastically talk about how good tonight’s concert had been and how many people had come.
His whole body was fuzzing in adrenaline. Seeing their talent finally be loved and their hard work rewarded was the best feeling in the world.
But nothing would compare to the screams of the public as he screamed lyrics to the top of his lungs and burned his fingertips with the strings of his guitar on top of the scenery. It was like a fever dream.
“Night man.” Jeff shook his hand once they had safely returned to their hotel floor. Their rooms were separated though, each one further apart since the others had been already booked or were under maintenance. It didn’t really matter, they’d only be there for a night, and with security on their floor, nothing could go wrong.
“Nigh guys.” Eddie smiled after giving Gareth a couple of back taps, and unlocking their door. “See you tomorrow at seven.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me that, man. I’m exhausted.” the drummer groaned, exaggeratedly playing faint.
“Come on, drama king. Time to go to bed.” Jeff said, tugging from him, nodding towards Eddie one more time before every and each of them would enter their rooms.
He sighed as he closed the door behind him, turning on the lights and walking towards the desk to empty his pockets and get rid of his jacket, carefully leaving a side the gifts from his fans.
“Hard day today?” he jumped when your voice came from his back, startling him and making him turn around to face you.
“Fuck. You almost killed me- woah!” he screamed, his eyes quickly darting away when they came across your body on top of his bed.
You were on your back and almost naked, only a set of lingerie keeping yourself from being fully exposed before him. He recognized it. You had probably found the clothes that he had bought for you and which he always carried around in his back for your return, he thought.
You smirked at his reaction, playing with your hair.
He cleared his throat. “Mmh, yeah. Hard day. Very hard day.” he mumbled, trying not to stare too closely at your exposed skin, nor how hot you looked covered on lingerie, or how your tits bounced when you sat and got up. He gulped when you walked towards him, only to drift away and get a hold on the roses.
“Cute.” you murmured, but still taking one of them from the bunch and starting to tip its petals apart.
“Weren’t you… Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of some things in hell?” he inquired. After you both had sealed the deal, you had disappeared, telling him that you’d be back soon. Although ‘soon’ seemed to be almost five months…
“Aw… Did you miss me?” you cooed, leaving the flower fall at your feet and walking towards him, your thumb and pointer finger taking his chin for him to face you since his eyes didn’t seem to leave his feet. “Still not looking at me? Even when I’m wearing what you bought for me? How mean…” you playfully pouted and that’s when you caught his attention. You melted a little bit when his brown puppy eyes found yours. There he was… You surrounded his neck with your arms, looking at him. “You look good. Fame suits you, saw your interview on the news. Looking all cute and pretty for your fans, hm?” he gulped. “I suppose our deal has been working well enough?”
He nodded. “Yeah…” he breathed out. You being so close to him making his head feel all fuzzy, your voice as sweet as caramel to his ears. “It’s been amazing.” he almost groaned when your fingers dipped in his curls, softly scratching and pulling just the slightest.
“And I hope you’ve not forgotten who is it that you belong to, hm? Wouldn’t like any of those petty humans touching my boy…” he shivered in your arms when you pressed your chest against his, one of your hands trailing down to push inside his tee shirt and press your palm just below the seam of his jeans, taunting, teasing…
“N—No…” he stuttered, a burning feeling spreading though his lower stomach as your lips trailed down the side of his neck. There was something about them that slowly but surely made of him a mad man.
“Good…” you hummed, leaning in closer ‘till there were only mere inches in between the two of you. “ ‘Cause I came for my payment.” you mumbled against his lips before crashing against them. He froze for a couple of seconds before melting into the kiss, his hands griping your hips for support. He groaned when you bit down on his bottom lip, making him open his mouth and pushing your tongue inside.
Your tongues swirled around each other, and you sucked on his as you pushed him backwards and onto the bed. You looked at him for a minute, he looked so beautiful. With his cheeks flushed and lips swollen and bitten… Gasping for air with half-lided eyes. You knew it was taking effect.
His eyes widened when you got rid of your bra, your breasts fully exposed for him to see. He moaned, breath hitching when you sat down on his lap, starting to grind yourself on him as you went back to kissing him.
He felt like burning up, your touch, your lips, your hips, your tits…Everything was driving him insane. He whined when you pulled away. He was feeling dizzy, drunk, high on you. Needy, and so horny his dick was now fully leaking against his thigh. He swore he would come if you rocked against him one more time.
“y/n…” he muttered, heavy breathing fanning against your face. You smirked.
“What is it, baby? Feeling good?” he shakily nodded, giving no resistance when you pulled from his shirt up his head. “I bet you are…” a whine left his lips when you left wet open mouth kisses down his neck, leaving marks as you lowered yourself down his chest, your tongue licking over his mark.
“Fuck.” he breathed out when you got on your knees for him, tits exposed and hands getting the flyer of his black jeans open, pulling them down just enough to free his leaking and twitching dick. It was so big that you choked, with beautiful blue veins on the sides of its perfect girth and a pink head that was beaded in precum.
Your mouth watered at the sight, your tongue sliding from the base to the tip as his hips jerked and one of his hands unconsciously laced on your hair. He whimpered when you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you cleaned the head from the salty beads.
It was not his first blow job. But it was surely the best one he had ever had. The way your throat received him when you fully took him in your mouth had his head reeling. The warmth, the wetness…
“Oh, shit.” his head fell backwards when you started to bob your head up and down, using your tongue on the sides and licking the underside of the tip when you got to the top. You smirked when breathy whimpers started to leave his lips. He couldn’t understand. Why did he felt on fire. Had you done something to him? Had you cursed him? Why was it that he didn’t seem able to control himself when he was around you? Maybe it was simply you. With your perfect body and wicked face. Maybe it was because you were a demon and he only a mere human. But he swore that he was in heaven with your lips around his cock, with your tits bouncing with every bob, with your pretty eyes looking up at him. “What have you done to me?” he breathed out, moaning as his hips started to thrust upwards.
You knew how he was feeling. It was one of the effects of your bond, of your spit and your touch. Humans were not supposed to meddle about with devils, for they’d become obsessed, addicted.
“That’s right baby, moan for me. Let those fans waiting downstairs for you hear you. Let them hear who you belong to.” you teased him as you continued to pump his dick with your slicked hand before going back to taking him down your throat.
“Fuck!” he moaned, loud enough for those next to his room to hear, probably the whole floor. “Fuck, y/n.” he whimpered, his cock throbbing and twitching when one of your hands cupped his balls, rolling them and slightly griping them.
He was gonna cum, fuck, he was gonna cum so fucking hard he would probably die.
You could feel it, feel it in the way his hands gripped your head and his hips started to fuck upwards, fucking your throat. You let him, taking everything he would give you, using your tongue to drive him insane, your spit dribbling down his shaft and pooling at the base, dripping down his balls.
“Oh shit.” he muttered when your nails dug on his right thigh, leaving marks. That pushed him so hard to the edge that he started to mumble incoherent words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he moaned, his eyes shut tight, hips thrusting harder and deeper, desperate. “I’m cumming, I’m-“ and then your mouth was being filled with his hot and sticky heavy cum, making you hum. He rutted his hips just the slightest, riding his high, which left him trembling in his spot and seeing white. His hands let go of your head softly, your tongue lazily cleaning him up and making sure you swallowed everything up, him groaning at the sight, his thumb dragging along your bottom lip, all red and swollen.
“Want a taste, baby?” he nodded, grunting in your mouth when you got up and straddled his lap, your tongue pushing in between his lips and inside to let him taste himself on your mouth. His hands gripped your hips when you started to grind yourself down on his still hard cock. “Mmh, so greedy.” you smirked, hearing him whine when you pulled away. “You’re still so hard for me.” you sighed, your panties soaked at this point, the head of his cock bumping against your swollen clothed clit.
“y/n, fuck, please…” he begged, his hips unconsciously bucking upwards against your warm core. He was already starting to leak.
“What’s the matter, pretty boy? Use your words for me, baby.” you encouraged when his voice came out as a mumble when you ground yourself harder against his cock, his tip pressing just were you needed, drawing a breathy moan out of you.
“Fuck me, oh, fuck me. Please…” you smirked, your eyes shining in a bloody red when he moaned against your mouth.
You slightly rose yourself to pull your panties to the side, letting your sticky and drenched folds show for his hungry and fucked out eyes. “You want this? Want my pussy baby? Want me to fuck the virgin out of you?” He whimpered, his calloused and ringed fingers gripping harshly at your hips as his dick twitched at your dirty words. “Yeah?” your tongue wetted his bottom lip, making him shake and his breath hitch. “Are you gonna let me use this pretty cock of yours, hm?” you whispered, one of your hands taking his incredibly hard dick to slowly stroke it, playing with the tip and making his hips buckle up once again, what made your smirk only grow more. “Gonna let me use you, Eddie?” he nodded in a haze, muttering pleads. He could not think of something he’d love more than feeling you in that moment. Your wetness, your warmth…
“Please…” his breath got stuck in his lungs when the tip met your lips, sliding though them in a moan, his open mouth inviting your tongue in a wet and messy kiss that had his head reeling.
And then, he was inside. And he felt like dying.
“Oh shit. Fuckfuckfuck…” he muttered as every inch went in, filling you up, stretching you out. Your lips latched to his neck, biting harshly when his head tilted backwards in a groan.
If this was not heaven, he might as well love being in hell.
When you were fully seated, ass against his balls, you let him breath. You could feel it, the way he was trying so hard not to cum, his dick twitching like crazy in between your warm and tight walls.
“Are you gonna come for me baby? Gonna fill me up?” you teased him, rocking yourself on his lap and making him hiss.
“y/n, stop please, i’m gonna-, fuck, i’m gonna cum if you don’t let me-“ you didn’t exactly care.
You started moving although his soft and breathy voice filled the room, once begging for just a couple of seconds —since he felt mortified to be lasting so little even though he was a goddamn virgin— but now just moaning and whimpering without control with every jump you made on his long and leaking cock.
“Shit, fuck, y/n, please, i’m gonna…” he couldn’t stop it, it all being too much. The feeling of your tight cunt engulfing and swallowing him whole, sucking him in and not letting go, your slick pooling on his balls and dripping to the covers, the wet sounds of skin against skin and the squelching of your juices…
“That’s it, baby. Cum inside me, let me have it.” you muttered, rolling your hips in a way that made him see stars as you gripped your hair with one hand and scratched his chest with the other, moaning when he hit that deep and spongy spot inside you that always made you cum.
“I’m cumming, shit, i’m-“ he couldn’t even finish, since he was already spilling his hot and sticky cum inside of you, painting you in white, filling you to the brim. Both of you moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck Eddie, yes baby, more.” you babbled out, your whole body buzzing with energy and libido striking up due to the sexual energy he was feeding you with. Your walls tightened around him, milking every last drop out of him as he became a whimpering mess behind you.
“Shit!” he yelled-moaned when you pushed his back against the mattress and started to ride him, this time harder, faster. “Oh fuck, y/n…” he was so sensitive due to his recent orgasm. The overstimulation making him throw his head back in pure ecstasy. It hurt, but it hurt so good that in just a mere seconds he was already fully hard again inside you and ready to bust. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”
Your tits bounced with every new jump, the cum inside of you reaching deeper and deeper inside your womb with every thrust. He was so deep you could feel him in your cervix.
You moaned out his name as you felt your own orgasm building up at great speed, your nails digging in his chest deep enough to leave marks. Looking straight into his brown teary eyes, your pussy throbbed around him, making him whimper your name and his dick twitch when you leaded one of his hands to your chest —his fingers tugging on your nipples— and the other to your clit. You started to ride his fingers, making your walls tighten even more around him. He was loosing himself in you.
“Mine.” you whispered against his lips when you leaned down. “You’re all mine, isn’t that right, baby?” he moaned when you bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw out blood, your tongue swirling around the cut as he nodded, mind fuzzy with desire and the intense need to fuck his cum into you once again. “Say it for me, hm? Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, fuck, I’m yours…” he muttered in between babbles, his dick twitching, his head nudging your g spot. Those words were enough to pull you closer. With a new thrust, he was stuttering. “y/n, hm, I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, Eddie. Please, fill me up baby, I need it. I need your cum.” you pleaded, and he has quick enough to give it to you in between curses.
You cried out at the feeling, cumming in between moans with the sight of his curly hair sticking to his forehead due to his sweat, his glazed over doe eyes totally fucked out and bloody bitten lips falling open to call your name.
He let out a ‘fuck’ as you continued to rub your clit against his fingertips to ride out your orgasm, sparks and stars shining underneath your eyelids.
You felt so full, your stomach showing just the littlest bump due to his cock and cum, which now was spilling out of you and soaking his base.
He then used his trembling arms to sit up and his hands to bring you in a searing kiss that had you moaning in his mouth.
You sighed as his lips trailed down your neck and onto your chest, kissing and feeling up your breasts to make your high last longer. One of your hands tugged on his hair when you felt him suck on your skin, hard enough to bruise it all up.
And the biggest smirk curved your swollen rosy lips when his hoarse voice filled the silent in the room. “You are mine.” his breath fanning over a hickey that he had left over your heart.
a/n;; i knowwww, i’ve been absolutely MIA, but my life is like a blurred mess rn and a lot of good stuff is happening so i’m always distracted. sorry<3! anyways, i hoped y’all enjoyed this little project and i hope to see all of you soon enough! <3 love you!
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Christmas Outfit by Paola Moretti
Christmas Outfit by Paola Moretti
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You want me so badly that’s all you can think about huh? My cock stuffing you full is that only thing consuming your mind… I am your god. -E.M
EDWARD MUNSON IM NOT PLAYING
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