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ourautumn86 · 10 months

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a deal with the devil

demon ellie williams x fem! reader

synopsis;; You had a dream, for your band to reach the stars. And you were capable of anything if that meant you'll make it.

Anything. Even make a pact with the devil.

cw; 18+content! satanic ritual, blood, wounds (made with a knife), sub! and virgin! reader, dom!ellie, possessiveness, oral sex (r receiving), scissoring, hair pulling, own-ship kink! (kinda), multiple orgasms (r), overstimulation, nudity (obvs), blood kink! (kinda), drugs (weed, not smoking though), teasing, cum swallowing,... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN!

“Okay… Done.” you sighed, staring at the summoning circle you had drawn on the floor of your living room. “Thank god this shit comes with instructions.” you mumbled, cracking your back since you had been crouching down for the last 20 minutes scribbling with the worn white chalk in between your fingers. You were pleased, the lighted candles surrounding the summoning circle made it even better.

You then took the old grimoire, the pages almost falling apart on your fingers as you passed the pages.

“Fuck. I should have really paid attention to latin classes.” you whispered as you played cart wheel with the book, trying to see the right side to read it. Was this even latin? You couldn’t really know.

After finding out the right side, you laid the grimoire on the nearest table, where you could read, before taking the knife you had brought from the kitchen.

“Invoco te, diabole, tenebras, peccatum pro i manu tua, sanguine tuo et viribus tuis…” you started mumbling, trying your best to pronounce the spell as best as you could. “peccatum tuum, tenebrae tuae, pars animae tuae opus est…” the sudden turn off of the lights above your head startled you. That and the unimportant and completely normal growth of the flames of the candles, reaching the height of your knees. “Holy shit!” your heart was beating harshly against your ribs.

Breathe.

You reminded yourself. You could do this. You had to do this.

“Okay… Now for the finale.” you mumbled, pressing the knife to your palm and closing it over the weapon, with a quick movement slicing your flesh, crimson pooling at your feet on little droplets as you hissed in pain. “Age, precor, oro, sequere vocem, ingrediar ad terras, nam te sanguine dicam!” you finished as you let your 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—, you stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor and grunting when you had to put all your weight on your good hand to not hurt your left more.

Your eyes adapted to the darkness and now dimmed lights —since the intensity of flames had blinded you—, skin growing in goosebumps when you felt someone or something lurking in the dark.

Your eyes widened when you met a pair of crimson ones that stared at you in fun.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty one?” you gulped at what stood before you.

A devil. With the most beautiful and haunting face and black leather intimidating wings at her back.

Sin in flesh.

“Oh god!” you breathed out as your cheeks turned red, eyes darting somewhere else as you wounded hand stood in between your sight and her body.

She was completely and absolutely naked. Soft skin on dispose for you to see.

This wasn’t what you were expecting at all… You expected blood, darkness, someone covered too…

Not this. Not her.

“Try again.” she chuckled, but then cooed when you would still shy away from her. “Aw, no need to be shy now…” a choked scream left your lips when, after a slight wave of her hand, an invisible force tugged from you up and close to the protection circle. You shivered when her hand took yours 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. She shouldn’t have been able to pull you towards her, nor take your hand by reaching outside it.

So…

“Who are you?” you inquired, shock and fear on your voice as you stared into her eyes.

“I’ve been a lot of things…” she answered, gently examining the deep and dripping cut in your palm on her own. Your eyes hardly tried to not wonder from her face, although something deep inside of you whispered in you ear, tempted you to stare at her naked body. “From the favorite one: An angel… To the fallen one: A devil.” she muttered.

“What’s… What’s your name?” your breathing was stuck in your lungs, voice strained.

She smiled, staring back at you. She and you 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. Ellie is one of my favorites.”

Your breath hitched, your whole body tensing under her touch, as if it hurt.

Satan? He you been able to summon the ruler of hell? Wasn’t that almost impossible? You were expecting a smaller demon, one with which you could make a deal. Not the sin herself.

She could feel you try and pull away, but she didn’t let you, her fingers lacing around your palm, being careful with the cut.

“You scared?” she whispered, taking a step outside the circle, her free hand running up through your chest and resting on your shoulder. She could feel your quickened heartbeat.

But even though you felt every single bone inside his body shake, from your lips fell a quick:

“No.”

That only made her smirk grow. “Well, aren’t you stupid…” she cooed, and you shivered. “All the cute ones are always stupid.” she muttered.

You gulped when her sharp nails trailed up your neck, taking her time over your pulse point.

“What is it that you want, hm?” her voice was pure silk for your ears, like the sweetest nectar, trying to lure you in. “There must be something you must want to be messing with the devil.” she stepped closer. “What is it? Power? Love?” you looked into her eyes and you swore she could see your soul. She probably could. “Fame…” she chuckled. “Of course a pretty girl like you would want fame…” her thumb made its way to your bottom lip, which she slightly tugged. “Drive all the boys crazy. And the girls.” you trembled when she pushed her naked chest against yours. You could feel her perked nipples pushing against through your tee shirt. “Isn’t that right?” she mumbled against your lips. “I can give it to you. I can give you anything you want.” your eyes were focused on her lips.

You were no fool though, and she could see it in your eyes when you asked. “What do you want in return ?” As well as she could see that you would give anything.

“I want you.” she simply said, and although there was no change in her voice, no feeling of any kind, you shivered under her touch. “So… What do you say?” the hand that took your hurt one, raised it to her lips. You only could watch as her tongue darted out, a hiss leaving your own lips when she licked your cut, cleaning it of all blood. “You wanna play with me?”

And you couldn’t find himself to say no.

“I like what you’ve done with the room.” she nodded as she entered the bedroom, taking in every single detail. Some group posters, different guitars in corners and walls, full book collections, a full pile of tapes next to your walkman, a stash of weed… You smiled, picking a little bag in between your fingers. “You seem to know how to have fun.” she smirked when you quickly took it from her, pushing it inside your panty drawer and closing it.

“Could you… Could you maybe put on some clothes, please?” you said, watching her wander around your room, playing with trinkets here and there. She turned at your voice, eyebrows rose playfully.

“Why? Do I make you nervous, y/n?” you choked when she was back in front of you, painfully close. “Or maybe…, is something else?” you quickly captured her wrist when her hand trailed down your abdomen to the waistband of your pants. Your eyes were a mix of warning and that glint of fear that she so well knew by now. Although there was something more…

She stepped away, hands rising in a ‘peace’ offering, a smirk plastered on her lips.

“Alright…” she elongated the ‘i’, as if she were bored. “I’ll be good.” she said, but by the look in her face, she knew you didn’t exactly believe her. “Now. Are you gonna give me some of your human clothes or do you want to watch some more?” she teased you, one of her hands cupping her right breast. You didn’t even look, quickly turning away as she giggled at your back, getting back to her with a pair of your panties, one of your tee shirts and a pair of your sweats.

You then noticed: her wings.

“Oh, right.” she muttered, with a snap of her fingers making them disappear. “Is that better?” she questioned you, taking the clothes from your hands as you nodded and putting them on. “Huh.” she muttered, picking at the clothes. “Feels nice. Strange… But nice.”

“What. Have you never worn clothes?” you inquired.

And she only stood silent. Your cheeks flushing when she smirked.

She never needed them…

“You’re the first one ever to ask me to cover up.” human or not human. And from the place she came, no one really cared about clothes.

You coughed, clearing your throat.

“Okay, so… How does this work? I promise my soul to you and you instantly make me famous?” you changed subjects, crossing your arms over your chest. Feeling exposed. Her eyes fixated on how your tits popped.

“Sure. You can do that.” she shrugged, taking a seat on your bed, your shirt slightly rolling up to show her toned stomach. Your 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?” your eyebrows quirked, a strand of hair falling to frame your face.

“I already told you. I want you.” suddenly, the place where you had cut yourself —the same cut that had instantly closed after her tongue had made contact with it— burned.

With a quick movement of her hand, she pulled you closer to her and down by her side, hovering over you as one of your hands rested on your stomach. You jumped at her touch.

“I want you to be mine.” she smiled, and you shivered. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?” she pushed your chest against your as her hand trailed up and below your shirt, making you hiss when her fingertips caressed down your hips. “The way you keep avoiding to touch me, to look at me?” she smirked, her lips against your ear. Your breath hitched, unable to push her away, your whole body buzzing and burning up under her touch. She could smell the lust in you. “You though I wouldn’t notice that you’re a virgin?” a moan left your lips when her hand pushed down your pants, touching your pussy from over your panties. Your fingers curled around her wrist but didn’t make a move to pull her away, what only made her smirk grow.

“S—Shit…” you gasped, your head tilting backwards at her touch.

“I don’t think you really know how valuable your virginity is for a demon, do you?” you were now fully leaking below her palm. “We feed on it. Wrath, pride, jealousy, lust…” she whispered. “I want it. I want you.” your hips thrusted upwards in her hand, your mouth falling open. You were begging for more. She could feel it. “What do you think, pretty girl?” she left open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking and bruising the soft and tender flesh. “Do we have a deal?”

Your breath hitched when her thumb pressed against your clit. “Yes, yes…” you nodded as you swallowed more moans by biting your bottom lip, unable to talk due to the amount of pleasure your body was under. Her touch was wicked. Making your bones ache for more.

And if only you had your eyes opened, you would have seen the devilish smile on her face.

“Good.” you whined when her hand left your pants, your own tugging from her wrist for more. “Aw, don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you once we seal the deal. Now, come here.” she tugged from your shirt, smashing her lips to yours in a wet kiss. Your mouth fell open in a moan, giving her the opportunity to slid her tongue inside your mouth and deepen the kiss. You hissed when you felt burning skin underneath the hand that she rested on your chest, pulling away so your eyes would meet with a new branded mark just below where your heart should be. It was strange, full of lines. Like a tattoo.

Her thumb brushed the rests of spit off your bottom lip.

“Now you are mine.”

“y/n! y/n! 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?!”

“y/n!!!”

“Oh my god, she is so hot!”

You 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 your group’s gigs at the club and later on offered you and your band mates the golden ticket to fame. You had worked hard to release their first song, which quickly became a worldwide hit and catapulted you to the peak. You 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 you were a couple of months later.

You were living the life. And even better, you were living it with you best friends: Dina and Jesse. They could not be happier, seeing themselves finally achieving their childhood dream.

“Thank you!” you screamed over the noise to a couple of fans that had gifted you roses and love letters. They were crying for your attention, what only made your heart jump. You were so grateful.

“y/n, please a couple of words!” one of the interviewers stopped you, the flash blinding your eyes a little bit.

You smiled at the camera.

“The thing is that I have no words!” you laughed, and the interviewer melted beside you. You were a real heartthrob. “Thank you so much to everyone that came tonight to see us! We love you, New York!” your smiled couldn’t get bigger, your cheeks hurting and eyes shining.

“y/n! Come on, we need to go!” Dina called out for you from the limousine, waving her hand. The security guard behind you tapped you slightly in the shoulder.

“I’m sorry I have to go now. But really, thank you so much!” you waved at the camera, quickly running later on into their car to get on the move to their hotel.

“Holy shit!” Jesse screamed when you were alone inside, and they all laughed.

“It was crazy out there.” Dina smiled, a bear plush in between her arms. Probably from the fans.

“We sold out for the next concert too!” Jesse pointed out and they shared a hand five.

They were like a couple of kids on Christmas morning.

You relaxed on your seat, a bright smile on your lips as you watched them enthusiastically talk about how good tonight’s concert had been and how many people had come.

Your whole body was fuzzing in adrenaline. Seeing your talent finally be loved and your hard work rewarded was the best feeling in the world.

But nothing would compare to the screams of the public as you screamed lyrics to the top of your lungs and burned your fingertips with the strings of your guitar on top of the scenery. It was like a fever dream.

“Night.” Jesse gave you a hug once you had safely returned to your hotel floor. Their room were separated though, each one further apart since the others had been already booked or were under maintenance. It didn’t really matter, you’d only be there for a night, and with security on your floor, nothing could go wrong.

“Nigh guys.” you smiled after giving Dina another hug, and unlocking your door. “See you tomorrow at seven.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me that, man. I’m exhausted.” Jesse groaned, exaggeratedly playing faint.

“Come on, drama king. Time to go to bed.” Dina said, tugging from him, nodding towards you one more time before they would enter their room.

You sighed as you closed the door behind you, turning on the lights and walking towards the desk to empty your pockets and get rid of your jacket, carefully leaving a side the gifts from your fans.

“Hard day today?” you jumped when a voice came from your back, startling you and making you turn around to face… Ellie.

“Fuck. You almost killed me- woah!” you screamed, your eyes quickly darting away when they came across her body on top of your bed.

She was on your back and almost naked, only a set of simple underwear keeping her from being fully exposed before you. You recognized it. She had probably found the clothes that you had bought for her and which you always carried around in your back for her return, you thought.

She smirked at his reaction.

You cleared your throat. “Mmh, yeah. Hard day. Very hard day.” you mumbled, trying not to stare too closely at her exposed skin, nor how hot she looked, or how her tits bounced when she sat and got up. You gulped when she walked towards you, only to drift away and get a hold on the roses.

“Cute.” she murmured, but still taking one of them from the bunch and starting to rip its petals apart.

“Weren’t you… Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of some things in hell?” you inquired. After you both had sealed the deal, she had disappeared, telling you that she’d be back soon. Although ‘soon’ seemed to be almost five months…

“Aw… Did you miss me?” she cooed, leaving the flower fall at your feet and walking towards you, her thumb and pointer finger taking your chin for you to face her since your eyes didn’t seem to leave her feet. “Still not looking at me? Even when I’m wearing what you bought for me? How mean…” she playfully pouted and that’s when you caught his attention. She melted a little bit when your puppy eyes found hers. There you were… She surrounded your neck with her arms, looking at you. “You look good. Fame suits you, saw your interview on the news. Looking all cute and pretty for your fans, hm?” you gulped. “I suppose our deal has been working well enough?”

You nodded. “Yeah…” you breathed out. Her being so close to you making your head feel all fuzzy, her voice as sweet as caramel to your ears. “It’s been amazing.” you almost moaned when her fingers dipped in your hair, 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 girl…” you shivered in her arms when you pressed she chest against yours, one of her hands trailing down to push inside his tee shirt and press her palm just below the seam of your jeans, taunting, teasing…

“N—No…” you stuttered, a burning feeling spreading though your lower stomach as her lips trailed down the side of your neck. There was something about them that slowly but surely made you crazy.

“Good…” she hummed, leaning in closer ‘till there were only mere inches in between the two of you. “ ‘Cause I came for my payment.” she mumbled against your lips before crashing against them. You froze for a couple of seconds before melting into the kiss, Your hands griping her hips for support. You whined when she bit down on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth and pushing her tongue inside.

Your tongues swirled around each other, and she sucked on yours as she pushed you backwards and onto the bed. She looked at you for a minute, you looked so beautiful. With cheeks flushed and lips swollen and bitten… Gasping for air with half-lided eyes. She knew it was taking effect.

Your eyes widened when she got rid of her bra, her breasts fully exposed for you to see. You moaned, breath hitching when she crawled on top of you as she went back to kissing you.

You felt like burning up, her touch, her lips, her hips, her tits…Everything was driving you insane. You whined when she pulled away. You were feeling dizzy, drunk, high on her. Needy, and so horny your cunt was now fully leaking on your panties. You swore you would come if…

You let out a surprised and low moan when she pushed one of her thighs in between your lights, grinding against your pussy. She smirked.

“What is it, baby? Feeling good?” you shakily nodded, giving no resistance when she pulled from your dress up your head. “I bet you are…” a whine left your lips when she left wet open mouth kisses down your neck, leaving marks as she lowered yourself down your chest, her tongue licking over her mark branded on your skin and your exposed tits.

“Fuck.” you breathed out when she slowly lowered herself down your body, hands getting under your panties and pulling them down your legs. You were soaked, your tight hole twitching for something to fill you up.

Her mouth watered at the sight, her tongue sliding from your entrance to your clit as your hips jerked and one of your hands unconsciously laced on her hair. You whimpered when she sucked on it, hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned your folds of every remaining of your sweet slick.

“Oh, shit.” your head fell backwards when she started to eat you out like a starved woman. This couldn’t feel this good. It was impossible… She smirked when breathy whimpers started to leave your lips. You couldn’t understand. Why did you feel on fire. Had she done something to you? Had she cursed you? Why was it that you didn’t seem able to control yourself when she was around you? Maybe it was simply her. With her perfect body and wicked face. Maybe it was because she were a demon and you only a mere human. But you swore that you were in heaven with her lips latched to your cunt, with your her bouncing with every movement of her body, with her pretty emerald eyes looking up at you. “What have you done to me?” you breathed out, moaning as your hips started to thrust upwards against her mouth.

She knew how you were feeling. It was one of the effects of your bond, of her spit and her 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.” she teased you as she slowly pumped one of her fingers inside your tight and warm walls, making you scream.

“Fuck!” you moaned, loud enough for those next to your room to hear, probably the whole floor. “Fuck, Ellie.” you whimpered, her own pussy throbbing at your innocent and sweet reactions. She would brand your face when she pushed the second finger in on her brain if she could. How you moaned and shook when she curled her fingers and found your g spot.

You were gonna cum, fuck, you were gonna cum so fucking hard you would probably die.

She could feel it, feel it in the way your hands gripped her head and your hips started to fuck upwards, fucking her mouth. She let you, taking everything you would give her, using her tongue to drive you insane, her spit dribbling down her chin.

“Ellie!” you whined when her free hand took your hip to push you down on the mattress and keep you still.

“Don’t fucking move.” she groaned, going back to suck on your clit and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Her dominance pushed you so hard to the edge that you started to mumble incoherent words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” you moaned, his eyes shut tight, thighs shaking at the sides of her head. “I’m cumming, I’m-“ and then her mouth was being filled with your hot and sticky heavy cum, making her hum. You rutted your hips just the slightest, riding your high, which left you trembling in your spot and seeing white. Your hands let go of her head softly, her tongue lazily cleaning you up and making sure she’d swallowed everything up, groaning at the sight, her thumb dragging along your bottom lip, all red and swollen.

“Want a taste, baby?” you nodded, grunting in your mouth when you got up and straddled her lap, your tongue pushing in between her lips and inside to taste yourself on her mouth. Her hands gripped your hips when you started to grind yourself down on her lap, on her strong thigh. “Mmh, so greedy.” she smirked, hearing you whine when you pulled away. “You’re still so wet for me.” her panties were soaked at this point.

“Ellie, fuck, please…” you begged, her hips unconsciously bucking upwards against your warm core. She was already starting to leak.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl? Use your words for me, baby.” she encouraged when your voice came out as a mumble when you ground yourself harder against her.

“Fuck me, fuck me. Please…” she smirked, her eyes shining in a bloody red when you moaned against her mouth.

She rose up to let you fall once again against the sheets, pulling her panties to the side, letting her sticky and drenched folds show for your hungry and fucked out eyes. “You want this? Want my pussy baby? Want me to fuck the virgin out of you?” you whimpered, nodding your head as she got rid of them and manhandled your legs to make place for herself in between them. “Yeah?” her tongue wetted your bottom lip, making you shake and your breath hitch. “Are you gonna let me use this pretty pussy of yours, hm?” she whispered, one of her hands coming down in between your bodies to play with your flit, making you moan and hips buckle up once again, what made her smirk only grow more. “Gonna let me use you, doll?” you nodded in a haze, muttering pleads. You could not think of something you’d love more than feeling her in that moment. Her wetness, her warmth…

“Please…” your breath got stuck in your lungs when her cunt made contact with your, sliding against you in a moan, your open mouth inviting her tongue in a wet and messy kiss that had your head reeling.

You felt like dying.

“Oh shit. Fuckfuckfuck…” you muttered as dhe started to thrust her hips against you. Sticky wet sounds filing the room as she started to rub your clits together. Her lips latched to your neck, biting harshly when your head tilted backwards in a whimper.

If this was not heaven, you might as well love being in hell.

She could feel it, the way you were trying so hard not to cum, your thighs shaking like crazy.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” she teased you, rocking herself against you. “Gonna cum against my pussy?”

“Ellie, stop please, i’m gonna-, fuck, i’m gonna cum if you don’t-“ she didn’t exactly care.

She continued moving although your soft and breathy voice filled the room, once begging for just a couple of seconds —since you felt mortified to be lasting so little even though you were a goddamn virgin— but now just moaning and whimpering without control with every thrust of her hips.

“Shit, fuck, Ellie, please, i’m gonna…” you couldn’t stop it, it all being too much. The feeling of her wet cunt against yours, the slick of both of you pooling and dripping down onto the covers, the wet sounds of skin against skin and the squelching of your juices… Her hands on your tits, her lips on your neck…

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me, let me have it.” you muttered, rolling her hips in a way that made you see stars as you gripped her hair with one hand and the covers with the other.

“I’m cumming, shit, i’m-“ you couldn’t even finish, since you were already spilling your hot and sticky cum against her, painting her in white. Both of you moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck pretty girl, yes baby, more.” she babbled out, her whole body buzzing with energy and libido striking up due to the sexual energy you were feeding her with. Her walls tightened as she watched you cum beneath her.

A moan ripped your throat when one of her hands came up to surround it and pin you down against the mattress, starting to thrust against your cunt this time harder, faster. “Ellie!” you were so sensitive due to your recent orgasm. The overstimulation making you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. It hurt, but it hurt so good that in just a mere seconds you could feel once again about to cum. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

Your tits bounced with every new thrust, the cum in between your pussies making dirty sounds that you swore could be heard by everyone. It only turned you on even more.

She moaned out your name as she felt her own orgasm building up at great speed. She was loosing herself in you. “Mine.” she whispered against his lips when you leaned down. “You’re all mine, isn’t that right, baby?” toy moaned when you bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw out blood, her tongue swirling around the cut as you nodded. Her mind fuzzy with desire and the intense need to fuck her cum into you. “Say it for me, hm? Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, fuck, I’m yours…” you muttered in between babbles, Those words were enough to pull her closer. With a new thrust, you were stuttering. “Ellie, hm, I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, baby. I need it. I need your cum.” she pleaded, and you were falling apart.

You cried out at the feeling, cumming in between moans with the sight of her auburn hair sticking to her forehead due to her sweat. Ellie was right behind, completely gone at the sight of your glazed over doe eyes totally fucked out and bloody bitten lips falling open to call her name.

Shee let out a ‘fuck’ as she continued to rub her clit against yours to help you both ride out your orgasms, sparks and stars shining underneath your eyelids.

You then used your trembling arms to sit up and your hands to bring her in a searing kiss that had her moaning in your mouth.

You sighed as her 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 her hair when you felt her suck on your skin, hard enough to bruise it all up.

And the biggest smirk curved her swollen rosy lips when her hoarse voice filled the silent in the room. “You are mine.” her breath fanning over a hickey that she had left over your heart.

⚰️deceased

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alientown · 9 months

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So... After losing my old saves I played around with cas for a few days trying to find some ideias, and I ended up making a bunch of sims I really liked, so I've put them all together for this one save set in San Myshuno. It's more of a casual gameplay for now , but here are some small bios for them!!

Filipa Sousa (she/her): The main sim. A painter who never had a "real" relationship in her life - the most serious relationship she has is with her daughter, Sofi, who was born after Filipa had a one-night stand with Vini, her childhood friend's brother.

Vinicius "Vini" Weiss (he/him): Sofi's father and kind of a douchebag, to be honest. He is a aspiring DJ, but for now has to stick with just some annoying job.

Nova Rossi (she/they): Filipa's ex-highschool sweetheart, but its all good now. Their favorite hobby is making candles, and they're also trying to improve their cooking skills, thanks to their chef-to-be girlfriend.

Manuella "Manu" Ahrens (she/her): Nova's girlfriend who works at the kitchen of one of San Myshuno's best restaurants. She might not be the chef right now, but she will certainly be in the future.

Isabella "Isa" Weiss (she/her): Vini's older sister and Filipa's oldest friend. Permanently unemployed but doesn't seem to care. She is just very chill about everything, to the point of annoyance.

Taini Pacheco (they/them): Isa's roommate and newest addition to the whole friend group. Not business savvy at all, but they're trying to convice Manu that she should quit her job, so they can open up a vegan restaurant together.

Elio Jupiter (he/him): Nova's University buddy, a really nice guy who wants to open up his own bar one day - he just needs to find a way save up money someday. On his free time, you may find him trying to complete the romance novel he's been working on for years.

Rafael "Rafa" Nahas (he/him): Elio's boyfriend of two months. They've moved in together after three weeks of dating and its been going great. Totally. The only problem is that Rafa's constant partying might cause them to lose more money than they should.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #my sims #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #san myshuno save

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 months

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🎃 Under Moonlight

Under Moonlight: After accidentally resurrecting the great bard Orpheus, your magic starts going awry. To stop your newfound power from destroying the quiet life you have, you decide to seal it back up, much to the disagreement of your newfound friend and crush.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Witchy Magic Mumbo Jumbo.

To Note: Orpheus x Fem!Reader, Smut Now, Story Later, @roguelov, for u my love 🩷.

Prompt: Lovemaking & Virginity

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

The grimoire shook lightly in your hands as you stared up at the full moon overhead. It had been a difficult decision on your part, but you had to do it. The power you’d unleashed with the spell that had pieced Orpheus back together and introduced him into your life had tampered with you, making your magic run rampant and near uncontrollable. Setting fire in your garden was one thing, nearly blowing up buildings within the town was an entirely different problem you were not ready to face. So you were going to do it. You were going to bind your magic back up nice and tight so you were once more, a bumbling hedge witch who couldn’t even light a candle without reducing your petunias to ashes.

So when the moon overhead had struck fullness and reached its zenith phase, you stood directly in the center of the meticulously set up ritual space in the field outback your cottage in nothing but a thin white nightgown. It was cold with the breeze and your skin was already well prickled… but your wayward magic was mere moments from being bound and safely tucked away where it couldn’t cause your life any more upheavals. The air was already scented by the sage and rosemary you’d burned and left smoldering in little bowls around your binding circle, and you had to admit they were calming you down to a point. Granny had always said that when you were feeling worked up or stressed to burn some incense and let the smoke carry away your worries.

“You can do this,” You told yourself, beating back the nervousness you felt. “You need your life to go back to normal and forget you ever did that stupid spell.” The grimoire in your hands warmed ever so briefly as if disagreeing with your statement, and you blatantly ignored it. You reread the binding ritual instructions once more, ensuring that you had grabbed all that you needed and created the circle as best as you could for an amateur witch, before turning to the next page. The incantation seemed simple enough so you began. “Propria manu, ex animo usque ad sanguinem, ligare--”

“You will not speak another word ἀγαπητέ,” You froze stiff in place, the wind that had kicked up from the beginning of your spell blowing your hair about and whistling. What was he doing here?

“You have no business meddling in the affairs of a witch, especially at this hour.” You replied stiffly, not turning your head. You felt Orpheus move close to you before a pale, white wrapped arm reached around you and slipped across your hand holding the grimoire. Your fingers twitched at his touch, and then your eye when Orpheus’ fingers effortlessly lifted the grimoire from your grasp and closed it, making sure the clasp locked the pages shut. Damn it, now you were going to have to prick your finger again!

Only Orpheus didn’t just close the grimoire, he plucked it from your grasp and lofted it out of reach as a blazing scowl appeared on your face. You had a limited time to complete the single binding spell and he was going to make your timing late!

“Give that back!” You exclaimed, stumbling around and automatically trying to snatch the ancient book back. It was an amusing sight as Orpheus was so tall and easily lofted it high above your head where you couldn’t reach. “Orpheus!!”

He looked down at you with a passive look and refused to do as you asked. He knew what you planned on doing and disliked the idea of you binding the powerful magic you had so gleefully been learning how to use, back into your blood so you couldn’t tap into it. You began jumping, the fingers of one hand pressing into his chest while you reached for the grimoire.

“Give! It! Back!” You were growling now, close to climbing on him in effort to get your grimoire back and complete the stupid spell so your life could go back to normal.

“No,” Orpheus told you, tossing the Grimoire beyond the reaches of your binding circle. Your eyes bulged and you went to lunge after it, only for him to wrap his arms around your body and prevent you from doing so in the first place.

“Orpheus I swear on the seven Endless if you don’t let me go right this second—”

“You are not binding your magic, ἀγαπητέ,” he cut you off a second time, bringing a hand up to hold your jaw and force you to look into his eyes.

“You have no right,” You hoarsely whispered, entire body trembling with the very magic you were trying to contain. His face drew close as he stared into your eyes, searching for a single plausible reason you were willingly binding the very magic you had adored learning about. Yes it was wayward, but were you not learning to control it?

“Why are you attempting to bind that which you have spent so many months devoting your life to?” Orpheus softly asked, indulging in having you close once more after the incident within the Dreaming. His father had been enraged with you for hiding him away and you had immediately bolted and sequestered yourself from the Dreaming and Orpheus. It hurt and he was done with your no contact. Your eyes wavered and he could see you struggling to maintain eye contact.

“It’s out of control and I can’t rein it in.” You answered honestly. “Someone is going to get hurt if it’s not bound.”

“And you think you have only one option?” Orpheus countered. “You are not backed into a corner, ἀγαπητέ, and you have someone entirely willing to help bind your magic.” You nearly blanched at him.

“And you have no idea what it means to participate!” You whisper shouted at him. “That is witch talk for like, soul marriage! As in our souls get stuck together and can’t be separated until five years have passed!” Not to mention the whole sex ritual involved.

Orpheus was far from deterred and well informed on the customs of witches. This ceremony would not only help you with your magic, but would stabilize your life in a way that he wouldn’t have to live in fear of your potential demise. Eurydice had left a lasting mark upon his heart. Orpheus just wanted you safe and happy.

“Are you really that ignorant to my advances or do you spurn my affections?” Your mouth opened and closed for a few moments, your mind entirely flabbergasted by the idea that someone as great and legendary as Orpheus, son of an Endless and Greek Muse, was in love with you. His lips ever so slightly brushed against your own and you felt like you were going to melt in place, forgetting entirely about your rush to perform the lone binding spell.

“Orpheus, I haven’t even kissed someone before,” You told him, your face burning in embarrassment. Your avoidance of his advances had nothing to with your like or dislike of him, you actually had a massive crush on him that was just short of love! You had just never been in a situation like this before and had a tendency to freak out and pull back because you didn’t know what you were doing. The clear embarrassment upon your face was projected so physically on your features Orpheus didn’t need further word from you.

The hand holding your jaw tugged your face forwards and as your faces pressed together, lips found yours. Orpheus kissed you deeply and with the devotion of his entire being. His lips burned across yours with an incendiary love that would burn for eons and that made you wilt. Teeth caught your lower lip and your let out a beautiful moan, surprising even yourself because how could that feel so nice!? Orpheus devoured that precious sound, finding it so beautiful and wishing for more. His lips pushed at yours, and you parted them with a soft sigh. Your fingers dug into the white fabric stretching across his chest the moment his tongue tangled with yours. Feeling your craving touch, Orpheus pulled you closer, licking at the sweetness of your mouth and devouring each and every little noise you made. You were overwhelmed and folded beneath his passion. The moment your muscles finally relaxed, he was moving.

The bard was twisting your scantily clad body around to the center of the circle you had made in the field. The glow of the candles sheltered in their glass vases illuminated both your and Orpheus’ face, lips mere hairsbreadth from yours. You already missed their warmth. You breathed heavily and trembled, then opened your mouth to air out another attempt to give him a back out. He didn’t let you.

His lips were back on yours, more urgently this time, hurrying yours to part so that Orpheus could taste the sweet nectar of your lips once more. Any thoughts you had within your mind evaporated the moment his tongue found yours and coaxed you into a dance. Your hand automatically raised to cradle his jaw and you traced the curve tenderly, fingers gliding smoothly to bury in raven black hair. A pleased rumble came from Orpheus and one of his hands touched your knee. Then it began sliding upwards, teasing your thigh while he ravished your mouth. You were almost oblivious to his wandering touch, to enraptured by his tongue tangling with yours, to notice his fingers hiking up the skirt of your nightgown.

You gasped against Orpheus mouth the moment his hypnotic touch brushed the thin band of your plain underwear and caressed the dip between leg and cunt. Lips departing his, you reeled from he taste of him on your tongue and the electric touch of his fingers stroking so close to unclaimed territory. Your grasp upon his hair tightened as the heat burning beneath your cheeks intensified… but you didn’t tell him to stop. You were already hypnotized by his gaze, his kisses, his touch, that you’d let him go through with the ritual. He had spellbound you.

Your faces were still touching as Orpheus’ touch wandered along the crest of your pelvis and across your stomach. He was purposefully avoiding your pelvis region, wanting to appreciate you and your body. He disliked that this would have to be rushed for he wanted to pick you apart piece by piece, slowly draw pleasure from your body until the wee hours of the morning… but you had been right, there was a short time frame to bind your magic. Orpheus brushed his free hand over your loosely tied back hair and nuzzled your face.

“You will tell me the moment something hurts,” Your eyelashes fluttered and you instantly responded.

“Orpheus, on what plane could you ever intentionally hurt me?” You countered softly, dragging your fingers through his hair. Literally, the bard would fall on a sword before hurting you intentionally. Orpheus’ eyes flashed in amusement, but the look upon his face told you that he was very much serious with his words.

“And my word still stands, ἀγαπητή,” He replied, stroking his fingers down the back of your neck. Then he played with the neckline of your nightgown, fingers picking at the minute lace that decorated the stitched edge. You shivered from the brushings of his fingertips and tightened your grasp upon his body.

“Very well, but time is—” He silenced you once more, mouth retaking yours while his fingers easily caught the straps to your nightgown. You wilted once more, falling under the influence of his bewitching kisses as your nightgown was pulled from your shoulders and all too easily fell in a circle around your body. Before you even had a chance to shiver from the night air, Orpheus had his arms wrapped around your soft body. You made a noise in the back of your throat but it was quickly devoured by the bard as he teased your mouth.

Feeling dazed by the taste of Orpheus and flushed from your circumstance, a whine departed your lips the moment his mouth retracted from your to press a kiss against your jaw. He didn’t stop there. Your eyelashes fluttered as you stared at the stars while Orpheus slowly began kissing his way down your body. His lips glided down your neck, pressing a few passionate and enduring kisses against your pulse, before scraping his teeth along your collar bone.

Your hand tangled in his hair once more but you didn’t dare look down. You didn’t think you’d be able to take the sight of Orpheus worshipping your body let alone seeing him adore your breasts. Because that meant it was real. You gasped again the moment his mouth drew down the curve of a breast to seal over your nipple and tightened your grasp upon his hair.

“Orpheus,” You hoarsely called out, feeling the beginnings to flames starting to dance beneath your skin. He hadn’t really done anything yet and your body was already reacting. The bard’s lips curved from where he was sucking on your nipple and he gave you a brief reprieve from his pleasurable teasings.

“Do not take away my chance to explore such splendid beauty, beloved,” Orpheus drew out, lowering himself to gently nuzzle your stomach. His hands settled on your hips and pulled your swaying body against his face to keep it there. He was on his knees now and all too close to your granny panties. Oh why didn’t you wear a nicer pair? Probably because you didn’t think Orpheus would have the gall to stop you from binding your magic. Clearly he planned on making you eat your words.

Pettiness ran in his blood.

Your lips parted once more to reiterate that he didn’t need to waste time by exploring, when the bard straight up dragged your underwear down from its place on your hips. Your face seared with heat and your free hand latched onto Orpheus’ shoulder as you wobbled from your underwear being caught around your knees. Wasting no time because he knew that you’d mouth off to him, Orpheus pressed his face right against your small thatch of hair and kissed your skin.

You couldn’t stop the squeak that erupted from your lips or the quake that shivered up your legs. Your reaction was most definitely pleasing to feel and Orpheus promptly ran his tongue through your temptations folds. He shuddered himself at the taste of your flesh and pressed his fingers further into your flesh. You felt like you were going to combust he suckled your flesh, tongue laving against your clit. The muscles in your legs clenched every time he did so and a sharp spark of pleasure made your hips jerk in his grasp.

“Orpheus,” His name fell from your lips in a ragged plea, delicious and symphonic. He doubled his efforts, winding his tongue through your flesh in a devilish way and sucking on your clit. Your fingers scratched at his scalp, heavy breaths leaving your parted lips as you found yourself staring up at the twinkling stars overhead. Something in your body was building, magic or pleasure, you weren’t quite sure which but it was an out of control feeling you didn’t like. “Orpheus please,” You gasped, your legs shaking violently and threatening to fold. “Something is wrong, something is wrong,”

This time you grunted in effort to force back that threat, your knees were trebling so badly now that they knocked against Orpheus. Your nails dug into his shoulder and hair as your eyes watered. Gods the destruction you’d cause if you lost control. That thought made you bite down on your lip until you drew blood, and as crimson dripped from your lower lip and onto your chin, your legs finally did give. You made a strangled sound from deep within your throat as you went down, but rather than flopping to the summer field in a boneless pile of limbs Orpheus effortlessly caught you and cradled your body against his.

Your entire body trembled against his as you heaved for oxygen, eyes now caught with Orpheus’. He brushed a thumb over your stinging lip, swiping away the blood.

“You’re going to make me lose control,” You whispered your worry to him. His touch lingered upon your lip as he traced its pillow softness. They were already swollen from the multitude of kisses he had claimed, and would only worsen as the night drew on.

“Losing control and experiencing pleasure are two entirely different things,” Orpheus spoke to you, his face hovering mere millimeters from yours. Surely he could feel how hot you were. Oh yes he could feel how hot your skin was, your entire being was heating up from the magic writhing within you and snarling to be released. It wanted out. It wanted out now. “Do you trust me?”

He was asking about trust now? You didn’t hesitate to reply.

“More than anyone I know,” You breathed out, still feeling the electrified tremors of pleasure wrought by his mouth alone. A mouth that was conveniently smeared with your own release. Said mouth curved into a smile and Orpheus closed the minimal space between your lips. As he kissed your trembling lips, he slowly sat back, carefully maneuvering you to be perched upon his lap with your knees softly pressing into the grass on either side of him. Your underwear was now being stretched to the max from where it was caught around your spread knees.

Both of your hands worked the taught material from your legs until you wore not even a scrap of cloth upon your goddess like body. Your heart was pounding almost painfully beneath your breast now, sped up by the surge of magic and erotic tension. The next time Orpheus’ lips pushed against yours, his tongue swiped across the place you had bitten. It was still oozing blood and smearing your mouth crimson… but the sight of your delectable lips blood red only made the bard want you more.

“Undress me, my love,” Orpheus softly demanded, his eyes soaked in darkness. For a few moments you thought you saw the same stars that glimmered within Morpheus’. Those thoughts were only fleeting as your mind comprehended his demand and your cheeks went right back to being on fire. But this time you didn’t falter. Your fingers slipped across his chest, brushing against white fabric and pushing it back to reveal Orpheus’ beautiful luminescent skin.

You had his white robe unraveling, displaying a sculpted body you couldn’t look at because Orpheus’ gaze held you full attention. But that didn’t mean you could feel his muscles. His abdomen was smooth and muscled, and when your touch glossed over his hip bones to tug fabric free you couldn’t help but allow your fingers to linger. Orpheus was acutely aware of your touch and brushed his own hand up your side to stroke your figure. By the time your fingers finally pulled on his pants they were trembling. Your nerves were starting to get to you.

So Orpheus nuzzled your face, stealing a few more kisses from your lips while undoing the rest of his robes and pants so there was nothing separating you from him. The moment your sensitive and damp flesh met his you quivered and whimpered, sliding your arms around his torso to hug him closer. How was it that your body ached worse when you were touching him? It was mortifying enough to think he had buried his face between your legs, but this was— a drawn out moan slipped from your lips when Orpheus rolled his hips and pressed his cock against your flesh.

Your head fell back exposing the column of your untouched neck and the bard took full advantage to place his lips upon your untouched skin. Licking at your pulse, Orpheus sealed his lips against your flesh and sucked with the intention to make you his, all the while dragging his cock through your throbbing folds. You were soaked at this point, dripping with arousal that he could smell almost as strongly as the candles you had burning. Shuddering once more, your eyelashes fluttered when you magic clawed for freedom yet again. This time you made noise of discomfort.

In your floundering from the surging magic trying to break free from your body, Orpheus finally commenced the ritual. He began sliding his cock into your cunt, slowly, nearly moaning against your neck at how tight and clenching your walls were. You tensed within his arms and hugged him tighter as a raw pain began burning where your walls stretched. It wasn’t as sharp as you expected, but you certainly weren’t comfortable. When your pelvis met Orpheus and he just held you there, face buried in your neck, you found your voice again.

“You know you actually have to move to complete this stupid ritual,” You raspily spoke, staring up at the stars and wishing you had the courage to stare in him the eyes when he was literally balls deep in your body. Orpheus let out a strained chuckle that reverberated against your neck in an almost ticklish manner and began kissing his way up your neck. When his lips reached your jaw he used his hand to gently push your head so you were looking at him once more. Oh you were an absolute sight sitting within his lap, eyes softly glowing with magic and skin that was supple and bright.

“There is nothing stupid about entwining my soul with yours,” He uttered to you, hovering his lips over yours and feeling your short breaths. “And I will do so again and again for eternity just so that you may revel in the delights of your true power.” Your eyes went wide and you entirely forgot about the discomforts of your lower body because Orpheus always meant what he said. He’d tie himself to you for the rest of your life should you ask.

“Orpheu—sss,” His name which was meant to start a chide ended with a hiss as the bard gently bucked his hips, carefully driving his cock through your quivering walls. Your nails dug into his scalp while you leaned heavily into him, breathing through the wild sensations erupting within your body. “Oh, why does that feel…” You trailed off with a whimpering moan and Orpheus twisted his face to kiss your jaw.

“Tell me what hurts,” He ordered softly, forcing himself to maintain agonizingly slow movements. “Tell me what hurts and I will rectify that immediately.” Oh it wasn’t hurting anymore, that brief sting you felt had faded to a dull afterthought. Now you just wanted more of the feeling of his cock sliding within your body, making you feel full, making you feel pleasure. This time your fingers tangled in his hair to grip the strands and pushed his face against your yours.

“More,” You demanded. “More,” You made the point to try and roll your hips against his. Another explosion of sensation worked its way out from your cunt, making your thighs quiver against Orpheus’ hips and your stomach clench. “Please, I need more of you,” He was more than inclined to give you what you wanted. So beneath the moonlit sky and surrounded by five flickering candles, Orpheus began making love to you. He had you gasping in no time, clinging to him with your cheek pressed against his. You were also breathing heavily in between the tongue tying kisses that you shared. Kissing your lips once more, Orpheus scraped his teeth along your jaw to lave at your neck with the intention to leave marks.

Your legs, which were starting to burn, were barely helping in your intimate actions though Orpheus appeared to not even notice let alone care. He continued to buck up into you, addicted to your soft moans and delicious whimpers. While he was washed with pleasure and drunk off your body, he could also feel your wild magic storming inside your body. It was getting close to being either unleashed or bound. Your back arched when his cock struck a place deep within your cunt that made pleasure shoot down your legs.

Shit, what were you supposed to do again? It was hard to think with your body feeling like this.

“ἀγαπητή,” Orpheus’ call slipped from his lips to brush over yours as he cradled your head. Your eyelashes fluttered as you struggled to maintain his eye contact. “Your spell,” His forehead met yours and his thumb stroked your cheek. “You must say it.”

You gasped and struggled to find your voice, thighs shaking uncontrollably now while your entire body felt like it was on fire. And not in the good sense. The incarnation spilled from your lips in what felt like a jumbled mess, but you made sure to not slur your words. As the words spilled from your mouth, you could feel the ripples of power shimmering along your skin. Even your eyes were burning. Grappling Orpheus for some sort of hold on reality, your nails clawed his back as you spit out the last few words of latin. The moment you spoke the last word you finally felt the electricity of your own magic reacting.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy as the magic of the ritual combined with the physical pleasure you felt intertwined, your walls constricted around Orpheus’ cock shortly before an orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes blazed purple and you slumped within Orpheus’ embrace, overtaken by rushing magic rather than pleasure. This wasn’t exactly what you thought your first sexual experience would feel like. Fleeting. Almost disappointing.

Your hunched shoulders slumped further and your face burned from shame because who in the world sucked that bad at sex that they orgasmed in what had to only be a few minutes? Your lips remained trembling and closed and you dropped your forehead to Orpheus’ shoulder, not able to bear the thought of looking him in the eyes. Certainly when you felt the moisture sticking to your thighs and dripping from where his cock was still very much buried within your body. Oh gods there was so much dripping from you!

“You must forgive me, ἀγαπητή,” Orpheus murmured to you. Your mortification turned into confusion. “That was anything but what you deserve.”

Bard said what now??

Translations:

Propria manu, ex animo usque ad sanguinem, ligare— = by one’s own hand, from the soul to the blood, bind—

ἀγαπητή (fem.) = darling, beloved

Date Published: 10/1/23

Last Edit: 10/1/23

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023 #orpheus #orpheus x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #the sandman x reader #the sandman netflix

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rcknic · 5 days

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・｡ [ manu rios . cismale . he/his ] - [ nicolas rivers ] was blasting [ but it's better if you do - panic! at the disco ] on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the [ twenty-five ] year old [ gym owner / student] has been given a reputation of being [ - selfish] , but also [ + humorous ] . [ waking up early for a run just to end up in a cofee shop, wearing gym clothes everywhere, secretly loving bath bombs and scented candles ]

INTRO. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

#atxfm.intro

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manusass · 2 years

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I was tagged by @lukabby ❤️ thanks Sweetie 🥰

hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // ball pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket (only if its faux!) // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future

I tag @flowercrown-waltz @manu-save-us @cincydrawing @leoncgoretzka @goretzkastits @manuelmueller (only if you want!) and everyone who wants to ❤️

#tag game #🥰

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atxfm · 5 days

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accepted ! welcome to austin , nicolas! you have twenty four hours to make your arrival to atx . manu rios is now a taken faceclaim. feel free to reach out if you have any questions , comments , or concerns ! can't wait to have you apart of atxfm !

・｡ [ manu rios . cismale . he/his ] - [ nicolas rivers ] was blasting [ but it's better if you do - panic! at the disco ] on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the [ twenty-five ] year old [ gym owner / student ] has been given a reputation of being [ - selfish] , but also [ + humorous ] . [ waking up early for a run just to end up in a cofee shop, wearing gym clothes everywhere, secretly loving bath bombs and scented candles ] + [ mel , 23, she/her, brt ]

#appless rp #oc rp #new rp

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ailtrahq · 7 months

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MANU stock price has been declining steadily since the beginning of 2023 as it lost 18.91% of its trading value in the year-to-date time frame. Manchester United (MANU) Stock Price Analysis In the 52 weeks time frame, MANU stock peaked at $27.34 while the lowest traded price was $12.16. A major gap in Manchester stock price was seen on September 05 & 06. When publishing, MANU stock was trading below 20, 50, 100 and 200 day exponential moving averages (EMAs). As per market analysts, Manchester stock is expected to open above its previous closing price of September 10th, 2023. The MACD and signal line both are below the zero line in the negative territory, but the green candles above the histogram suggest bullishness in the coming sessions. The RSI line and RSI-based MA line intersect each other below the zero line. For the past few trading sessions, MANU stock price was consolidating in the range between $18 to $20. At the time of writing, ManchesterUnited Plc stock price was below its annual price target of $21.41. From June 13 till September 01 2023, MANU stock was trading above $20. TradingView data shows that 49.992 Million MANU shares are free floating and remaining 2.863 Million shares are closely held. Manchester United (MANU) Financial Updates Manchester United released its Q4, 2023 financial report which states that it failed to meet the analysts’ expectations and reported less revenue. However, throughout 2023, the estimated revenue was $802.20 Million, but the reported revenue is $797.12 Million. The estimated and reported EPS in the last quarter of 2023 was negative $0.05 and for the entire year, the estimated EPS was negative $0.31, although the reported EPS was negative $0.40. In the long term, Manchester Union has liabilities of $815.28 Million and assets of the company are $1.28 Billion. Manchester United Plc engages in the operation of a professional football club. It operates through the following business segments: Commercial, Broadcasting, and Matchday. The Commercial segment engages in sponsorship, retail, merchandising, apparel and product licensing, and new media and mobile. Technical Levels Support Levels: $18.05 & $17.26 Resistance Level: $20.63 & $21.39 Conclusion MANU stock price has been declining steadily since the beginning of 2023 and lost around 19% year-to-date. At the time of publication, Manchester Union stock was above the 20, 50, 100 and 200 day EMAs. As per market analysts, short term reversal in MANU stock trading price is expected but it will not sustain on higher levels for a longer time.

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atlantisblasebl · 1 year

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MANU CANDLE: Third Fall Ball Georgia. Currently a pretty unremarkable hitter, but we still like her. We get to say "LIGHT 'EM UP" when he steps up to bat which is pretty cool. Spent all of her beta career as a Mechanics shadow.

FRANKIE HAMBONE: Georgias player from Season β12 to Season β24. Spent a few seasons as a pretty solid pitcher, and the rest of his career as a pretty solid hitter. Probably one of the most consistently good Georgias players, even if not one of the best. I think he deserves more love than he gets for all he's done for the team, but that's just my bias showing.

#manu candle #frankie hambone #georgias bracket #georgias bracket round 2

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brookston · 8 months

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Holidays 8.30

Holidays

Barberry Day (French Republic)

Constitution Day (Kazakhstan, Turks and Caicos Islands)

Frankenstein Day

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Gai Jatra (Cow Festival, in remembrance of people who died the previous year; Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Huey P. Long Day (Louisiana)

International Day of the Disappeared

International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances (UN)

International Missy Barratt Day (Aenopia)

International Puma Day

International Whale Shark Day

Manu Ginobili Day (Texas)

Motel Day (Colombia)

National Beach Day

National Bite People Who Annoy You Day

National Black Beauty Founders Day

National Grief Awareness Day

National Harper Day

National Holistic Pet Day

National Small Industry Day (India)

Onam begins (India) [thru 9.8]

Pinaglabanan Day (Philippines)

Popular Consultation Day (East Timor)

Rowboat Day

Saint Rose of Lima’s Day (Peru)

Slinky Day

Talk Intelligently Day

Victory Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Cabernet Sauvignon Day

National Mai Tai Day

National Toasted Marshmallow Day

New England Apple Day

5th & Last Wednesday in August

La Tomatina (world's biggest food fight; Bunol, Spain) [Last Wednesday]

National Meals on Wheels Day (Australia) [Last Wednesday]

Tug-of-War Day [Last Wednesday]

Willing-To-Lend-A-Hand Wednesday [Wednesday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Independence Days

Ashoka (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Kohlandia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Tatarstan (from Russia, 1990) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agilus (a.k.a. Aile; Christian; Saint)

Alexander of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox)

Alfredo Ildefonso Schuster (Christian; Blessed)

Anne Line, Margaret Ward & Margaret Clitherow (Christian; Saints)

Black (Positivist; Saint)

Candle in a Wine Bottle Day (Pastafarian)

Charisteria (Charis, Goddess of Mercy; Old Roman Thanksgiving)

Day of Satisfying the Hearts of the Ennead (Nine Major Gods; Ancient Egypt)

Eustáquio van Lieshout (Christian; Blessed)

Stephen Nehmé, Blessed (Maronite Church / Catholic Church)

Charles Chapman Grafton (Episcopal Church)

Fantinus (Christian; Saint)

Felix and Adauctus (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Charisteria (Day to Give Thanks; Ancient Rome)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Full Moon [9th of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Autumn Moon (Traditional)

Barley Moon (Alternate, England, Wicca)

Binara Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Chrysanthemum Moon (China)

Chusok (Harvest Festival; South Korea)

Corn Moon (Amer. Indian, Traditional)

Falling Leaves Moon (Traditional)

Fruit Moon (North America)

Han’gawi (Harvest Festival; North Korea)

Harvest Festival (Full Moon closest to Equinox)

Harvest Moon (Amer. Indian, Colonial, Neo-Pagan, Traditional)

Moon of Brown Leaves (Traditional)

Mulberry Moon (Choctaw)

Navajo Sing Festival (Navajo)

Nut Moon (Cherokee)

Singing Moon (Celtic)

Southern Hemisphere: Crow, Lenten, Sap, Sugar, Worm

Storm Moon (South Africa)

Taw Thalin Full Moon (Myanmar)

Wise-Crone Moon (Native American)

Zhongqiu (a.k.a. Chong Chao; China)

Isaac Levitan (Artology)

Jacques Louis David (Artology)

Jeanne Jugan (Christian; Saint)

Narcisa de Jesús (Christian; Saint)

Pammachius (Christian; Saint)

The Pullover Sweater (Muppetism)

Robert Crumb (Artology)

Rose of Lima (Christian; Saint)

Santa Rosa de Lima Day (Peru)

Third Onam (Rice Harvest Festival, Day 3; Kerala, India)

Thor Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 16 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [16 of 24]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [39 of 60]

Premieres

Anna Karenina (Film; 1935)

Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)

Beer (Film; 1985)

A Bird in a Guilty Cage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Carnival Row (TV Series; 2019)

Dance, Girl, Dance (Film; 1940)

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (TV Series; 2019)

Emma (Film; 1996)

Flesh + Blood (Film; 1985)

The Good Girl (Film; 2002)

Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)

Hey Jude, by The Beatles (Song; 1968) [1st Apple Records release]

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

Kravn the Hunter (Film; 2023)

The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)

Medúlla, by Björk (Album; 2004)

Music of the Sun, by Rihanna (Album; 2005)

Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)

Side to Side, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2016)

State Fair (Film; 1945)

Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)

Top Hat (Film; 1935)

What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Felix, Herbert, Rebekka (Austria)

Aleksandar, Aleksandra (Bulgaria)

Didak, Margarita, Petar (Croatia)

Vladěna (Czech Republic)

Albert, Benjamin (Denmark)

Emil, Meljo, Mello, Miljo (Estonia)

Eemeli, Eemi, Eemil (Finland)

Fiacre (France)

Alma, Felix, Heribert, Rebekka (Germany)

Alexandra, Alexandros, Evlalios, Filakas (Greece)

Rózsa (Hungary)

Donato, Fantino (Italy)

Alija, Alvis, Jolanta (Latvia)

Adauktas, Augūna, Gaudencija, Kintenis (Lithuania)

Ben, Benjamin (Norway)

Adaukt, Częstowoj, Gaudencja, Miron, Rebeka, Róża, Szczęsna, Szczęsny, Tekla (Poland)

Ružena (Slovakia)

Íngrid, Pedro (Spain)

Albert, Albertina (Sweden)

Raisa, Rhoda, Rosa, Rosabelle, Rosalie, Rosalind, Rosalinda, Roseanne, Rose, Rosemary, Rosetta, Rosie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 242 of 2024; 123 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 35 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 23 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 15 (Geng-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 13 Elul 5783

Islamic: 13 Safar 1445

J Cal: 2 Aki; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 17 August 2023

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 18 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Black]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 70 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 9 of 32)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 8.30

Holidays

Barberry Day (French Republic)

Constitution Day (Kazakhstan, Turks and Caicos Islands)

Frankenstein Day

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Gai Jatra (Cow Festival, in remembrance of people who died the previous year; Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Huey P. Long Day (Louisiana)

International Day of the Disappeared

International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances (UN)

International Missy Barratt Day (Aenopia)

International Puma Day

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National Beach Day

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National Small Industry Day (India)

Onam begins (India) [thru 9.8]

Pinaglabanan Day (Philippines)

Popular Consultation Day (East Timor)

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Victory Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

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National Mai Tai Day

National Toasted Marshmallow Day

New England Apple Day

5th & Last Wednesday in August

La Tomatina (world's biggest food fight; Bunol, Spain) [Last Wednesday]

National Meals on Wheels Day (Australia) [Last Wednesday]

Tug-of-War Day [Last Wednesday]

Willing-To-Lend-A-Hand Wednesday [Wednesday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Independence Days

Ashoka (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Kohlandia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Tatarstan (from Russia, 1990) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Agilus (a.k.a. Aile; Christian; Saint)

Alexander of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox)

Alfredo Ildefonso Schuster (Christian; Blessed)

Anne Line, Margaret Ward & Margaret Clitherow (Christian; Saints)

Black (Positivist; Saint)

Candle in a Wine Bottle Day (Pastafarian)

Charisteria (Charis, Goddess of Mercy; Old Roman Thanksgiving)

Day of Satisfying the Hearts of the Ennead (Nine Major Gods; Ancient Egypt)

Eustáquio van Lieshout (Christian; Blessed)

Stephen Nehmé, Blessed (Maronite Church / Catholic Church)

Charles Chapman Grafton (Episcopal Church)

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Felix and Adauctus (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Charisteria (Day to Give Thanks; Ancient Rome)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Full Moon [9th of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Autumn Moon (Traditional)

Barley Moon (Alternate, England, Wicca)

Binara Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Chrysanthemum Moon (China)

Chusok (Harvest Festival; South Korea)

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Harvest Festival (Full Moon closest to Equinox)

Harvest Moon (Amer. Indian, Colonial, Neo-Pagan, Traditional)

Moon of Brown Leaves (Traditional)

Mulberry Moon (Choctaw)

Navajo Sing Festival (Navajo)

Nut Moon (Cherokee)

Singing Moon (Celtic)

Southern Hemisphere: Crow, Lenten, Sap, Sugar, Worm

Storm Moon (South Africa)

Taw Thalin Full Moon (Myanmar)

Wise-Crone Moon (Native American)

Zhongqiu (a.k.a. Chong Chao; China)

Isaac Levitan (Artology)

Jacques Louis David (Artology)

Jeanne Jugan (Christian; Saint)

Narcisa de Jesús (Christian; Saint)

Pammachius (Christian; Saint)

The Pullover Sweater (Muppetism)

Robert Crumb (Artology)

Rose of Lima (Christian; Saint)

Santa Rosa de Lima Day (Peru)

Third Onam (Rice Harvest Festival, Day 3; Kerala, India)

Thor Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 16 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [16 of 24]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [39 of 60]

Premieres

Anna Karenina (Film; 1935)

Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)

Beer (Film; 1985)

A Bird in a Guilty Cage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Carnival Row (TV Series; 2019)

Dance, Girl, Dance (Film; 1940)

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (TV Series; 2019)

Emma (Film; 1996)

Flesh + Blood (Film; 1985)

The Good Girl (Film; 2002)

Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)

Hey Jude, by The Beatles (Song; 1968) [1st Apple Records release]

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

Kravn the Hunter (Film; 2023)

The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)

Medúlla, by Björk (Album; 2004)

Music of the Sun, by Rihanna (Album; 2005)

Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)

Side to Side, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2016)

State Fair (Film; 1945)

Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)

Top Hat (Film; 1935)

What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Felix, Herbert, Rebekka (Austria)

Aleksandar, Aleksandra (Bulgaria)

Didak, Margarita, Petar (Croatia)

Vladěna (Czech Republic)

Albert, Benjamin (Denmark)

Emil, Meljo, Mello, Miljo (Estonia)

Eemeli, Eemi, Eemil (Finland)

Fiacre (France)

Alma, Felix, Heribert, Rebekka (Germany)

Alexandra, Alexandros, Evlalios, Filakas (Greece)

Rózsa (Hungary)

Donato, Fantino (Italy)

Alija, Alvis, Jolanta (Latvia)

Adauktas, Augūna, Gaudencija, Kintenis (Lithuania)

Ben, Benjamin (Norway)

Adaukt, Częstowoj, Gaudencja, Miron, Rebeka, Róża, Szczęsna, Szczęsny, Tekla (Poland)

Ružena (Slovakia)

Íngrid, Pedro (Spain)

Albert, Albertina (Sweden)

Raisa, Rhoda, Rosa, Rosabelle, Rosalie, Rosalind, Rosalinda, Roseanne, Rose, Rosemary, Rosetta, Rosie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 242 of 2024; 123 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 35 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 23 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 15 (Geng-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 13 Elul 5783

Islamic: 13 Safar 1445

J Cal: 2 Aki; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 17 August 2023

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 18 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Black]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 3 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 70 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 9 of 32)

#Holidays

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

rockstar! eddie x demon! fem reader

synopsis;;

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.

cw;;

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

‘ 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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