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wonysugar · 9 months

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Sana spotting reader in the crowd at the concert and keeps looking at her the whole show, then tells her manger to bring you backstage after the show and she ends up taking you back to her hotel room…smut of course. Thank you!

tags : belittling, humiliation, spanking (or just plain degradation if you’d like), sana has a strap, smut with plot!

content warning : smut! that’s..it lol

pairing : fan!femreader x sana minatozaki

word count : 2k

a/n : thank you so much for requesting, sana’s my bias so i had a super fun time writing this!!<3 also I’M SO SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING!! i hope the wait is worth it!

there you were, standing in line for the twice tour concert happening in your city, you would’ve came with a friend, but nobody in your circle really likes kpop the way you do.

plus, you didn’t want anyone you knew to see you fangirling over a girl group who doesn’t even know you exist which would get significantly worse when sana comes on stage.

you brought your twice lightstick and a silly little sign that reads “sana please kiss me i need you badly”, this was a one in a lifetime opportunity, you needed to confess your undying love to your soulmate if given the chance! listening to your own thoughts playback in your mind, you giggled at your delusions. god, you’re hilarious.

before you knew it, the line progressed and you were finally sat for the concert. fanchants ready to be yelled out, lightstick set up. oh you were so ready. plus, you got front seats too, so you were even more hyped.

then, they appeared. suddenly, everybody just lost their shit you included and started screaming for their bias. song after song, dancebreak after dancebreak, the crowd was going absolutely wild. while yes, you were enjoying the performance as a whole, but you just couldn’t stop staring at your favorite member. and surprisingly, she stared back most of the time! smiling at you and winking as she sang, just basically fueling all of your delusions. the rush of it all gave you the confidence you needed to do this.

you waited until she looked at you again and just held the sign up, you didn’t give a single fuck about the people behind you, they didn’t matter! you needed to make sana remember you by something, even if it was lowkey embarrassing!

she took a few moments to read it, squinting her eyes, then.. giggled??

oh she wants you badly!! is what you told yourself because you and facing reality are not a good match! she took the sign from your hands and showed it off to the other members, earning a bunch of laughs and giggles from them, followed by some talking.

oh nevermind, she’s most likely making fun of you.

embarrassed, you started looking around, pretending you didn’t know what was going on as if everyone didn’t just see that she grabbed the sign from you. but then, you spotted her writing something on it with a sharpie. intrigued, you watched her as she finished up writing. she jogged over to you and handed you back your sign as she winked at you. you smiled nervously and muttered a confused ‘thank you’ before your eyes darted at the writing.

your eyes widened, both in confusion and very pleasant surprise.

‘stay here after the concert, a manager will come get you ;)’

oh my god.

the final song finished and everybody cheered loudly for the last time. you had a great time, but you just couldn’t stop looking at your sign, reminiscing about what she was planning. was she trying to get you arrested? why would she wink though.. maybe she winked just so you would stay and THEN she’d get you arrested???

your mind ran wild as you quickly reached for the exit of the arena, trying not to get caught by whoever was out to get you, but before you could, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

fuck.

“excuse me, ms. minatozaki is requesting to see you, i believe.”

trying not to hide your defeat and fear of what could possibly happen, you nodded. “yup. lead the way!” you said, over enthusiastically. he motioned for you to follow him and he took you backstage, where, surprisingly, no other members were present. just her. you unintentionally gulp as the staff leaves you two alone.

god she’s literally staring you down. you would’ve been excited about being so close to her in person but the situation right now was kinda preventing that, you fidgeted with your hands. right as she was about to speak,

“are you gonna get me arrested? look, it was a silly little joke i had no intentions of making you uncomfortable and i’m honestly really sorry if i di-“

“relax, baby” she interrupted, “i found it endearing. i mean, it’s not like you’re a creepy old man, are you?” she slightly tilted her head as she asked the question.

you hesitantly shook your head. wait, did she just call you baby?? you felt that you could just die right then and there.

“so, why are you panicking? if i was trying to get you arrested, i wouldn’t be smiling and winking at you all show, would i now, cutie?”

your jaw slightly dropped at the amount of pet names that she just kept casually throwing around. does she not know what that can do to someone who’s like. infatuated with her??

“no, you wouldn’t, i don’t think.” you stuttered out. she giggled at you, eyeing you down, her gaze ending up on every single part of your body.

“are you free tonight?” she asked you, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

quite frankly, you were originally planning to go home right after concert, lay on your bed and watch tiktoks for like 5 hours straight but… let’s just say making out with the sana minatozaki on her hotel room’s bed was significantly better than that.

she unfortunately pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as she slightly panted, “what are you into, baby?” she asked you.

not knowing what to respond, you looked around nervously, still not over the fact that you’re about to fuck an idol?? your favorite one, at that. was this even allowed???

“uhm.” you finally responded, “i don’t know.. girls?” you awkwardly chuckled.

fuck, maybe being funny wasn’t the best approach, she looked like she was genuinely asking. you could tell from the drop of her expression that she was getting impatient, she subtly sighed, almost pulling away from you.

which…. you always found it kind of sexy when she got frustrated at her other members, or something of the sorts.

biting back a shy smile, you kept staring at her. then, as if something in her mind clicked, something in her eyes sparkled and she smirked.

“oh… i see where this is going.” she playfully smirked, getting closer to you again as if she could feel your face growing hotter by the second. “you’re into people treating you like garbage, aren’t you?”

you hesitated, but you ended up silently nodding. was she psychic??

“oh how cute. so if i were to fuck you roughly as i called you names, you’d like that, hm?”

you froze, then turned your head to look at anything that wasn’t her face. god that sounded so hot.

“answer, you bitch.” she grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at her, her eyes piercing through you. you swore that you could’ve came right then and there, but you obviously had and wanted to keep this going.

“y-yes sana, i’d like that. alot.” you squirmed under her, her eyes still not leaving yours. she scoffed.

“i knew you were a complete slut as soon as i saw you.” she kissed your neck, earning a relieved sigh from you as she unbuttons your shirt. “also,” she added,

“it’s ms. sana, got it?”

next thing you knew, she was violently dicking you down from behind with her strap. wait, why did she even bring it along with her on tour? whatever, that didn’t even matter right now, what mattered was that your twice bias was literally inside you and that you felt like you could squirt just from that. an exaggeration, but she was just that good at fucking you.

“fuckfuckfuck sana right there..” you moaned out, throwing your head down on the pillow before you stammered nervously, “i-i mean, ms. sana!”

in response, “aren’t you a cute thing. this is the fourth time you’ve made that mistake. does it feel that good?” you heard her giggle. okay, she didn’t sound mad, but you still needed to be careful next ti-

before you could even finish that thought, though, you felt her hand smack one of your cheeks with full force, making you flinch and unintentionally whimper at the impact. fuck, that hurt.

“apologize.” she coldly ordered you, her pace getting faster by the second, causing you to lose your breath. recollecting your thoughts, you let out a nervous “i’m s-sorry ms. sana fuck i’m sorry..”

“god.. look at you. ass up for a girl you barely even fucking know.” she hummed, clearly amused by all of this, amused by how easily you gave in. she gently scratched and pet your head as she would a dog, still roughly pounding you from the back. “are you stupid or just a horny bitch?” she mockingly giggles.

“that’s just what you are, isn’t it? a little bitch in heat. hm?”

if her purpose was to fill you with shame, then it was very much working. you felt humiliated. when you really thought about it like that, you are literally letting a stranger fuck you. not only that, but you went to her hotel room. maybe she was right, maybe you are just a whore.

“come on baby, say it. admit how much of a slut you are.” she pulled on your hair, forcing you to hold yourself up. you whimpered and moaned loudly at the sensations, trying your hardest to form a correct sentence, “yes ms. sana i’m a s-slut! fuckfuck i’m a slut for you p-pleaseee fuck me harder..”

your dignity and self-respect now long gone, your only priority was cumming. she probably caught onto that quickly, though, since she immediately started changing her pace, going at a much slower speed, much to your despair. you whined. “such a good bitch for mommy. are you getting close?” she asked.

mommy?? oh this woman wanted you dead. her words and the noises coming out of her contributing in making it harder for you to keep your composure. god you were a mess, being undone like this, being used like this, being at someone’s mercy, sana’s mercy. it turned you on so much.

moaning out consecutive mhms in response to sana’s question, she hummed, grabbing your waist. then, unexpectedly, she rams into you, her strap fucking in and out of you, covered in your slick. “then we’ll cum together, okay?” she orders, panting. you eagerly nod, head pressed into the pillow.

you feel your orgasm building up, your noises getting higher and louder. she quickly started shamelessly moaning louder too, good girls and just like thats escaping her mouth.

it didn’t take long before her breathing stopped for a moment, pulling on your hair with such a force. she moaned out your name, and that’s when your own mind blanked. that feeling in your lower stomach was now replaced with complete euphoria, and it was amplified by the fact that you knew it was caused by sana. you didn’t care about how loud you were being, you didn’t care about the people next door, you wanted them to know who was making you feel this good.

as you both came down from your high, you felt her pull out. it took you some time to actually sit up, but your legs weren’t exactly in the best state right now.

“do you do this to every fan you meet?” you ask her, laying down on your side, sounding kinda muffled due to your head still being in the pillow.

“hm, no. i’ve never done this before. i guess it was something about you.” she said, smiling as she was tying her hair and then eventually taking the strap off of her, setting it down on the nightstand.

then, you remembered your so called delusions. maybe they weren’t entirely delusions after all!

you took your bag, all dressed up and ready to leave the hotel room, she on the other hand, stayed naked, because that’s apparently how she sleeps. you say your goodbyes very obviously eyeing her bare body and head to leave, but she stops you.

“here’s my number, i’ll text you and eventually let you know when we come back here.” she winks at you, then sends you on your way.

well! getting dicked down by sana minatozaki wasn’t exactly on your bucket list this year, but it was certainly very welcomed, considering you went back home giggling to yourself and did your own thing when you arrived home, still thinking about all of it..

from now on, you could never allow yourself to miss the upcoming tours.

#sana minatozaki #twice smut #kpop smut #kpop gg #female reader #smut #sana x reader #sana x female reader #sana minatozaki x female reader #twice sana #twice

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sanriokamabodo · 10 months

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i think it would be cute if one of Douma's worshippers had a kid that was non verbal and can't communicate all that well. So, when it's their turn to talk to Douma, he and them just play board games to help them speak.

A/N: NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS IDEA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CW's: none, reader has loving parents, douma is really good at card games, not proofread bc i hate reading my own works heehoo, dm me if i missed a tag or if u want to confess ur undying love for me

Your parents are lovely, really. They make sure your every need is met, they spoil you and always tell you how much they adore you.

There's however one thing that frustrates you to no end.

Your parents would beg for years to their lord in the hopes that one day you'll speak.

It's not like you were stupid, absolutely not. If only people would understand how clever you were.

Douma, being the kind person he is (he claimed that title himself) took it upon himself to "help" you.

That's how you ended up in his quarters. Your parents waved goodbye as they left and telling you to be good. You hated it when they treated you like a small child.

Your face had a sour expression as you looked at him. This was the guy who was supposed to "cure" you?

"I don't think we've met before, have we? I'm Douma, but I think you already know that." He jokingly winked at you. "What's your name, kid?" He tried.

Silence.

Douma points a finger at you. "Speak now and I won't tell anyone." He smirks.

Yet again, silence. You quirk his eyebrow at him. Was he really his stupid?

"I'm your lord y'know, it would be rude to just ignore me." Douma whines before throwing himself back against his mountain of pillows.

A smile grazed your lips. Normally you'd just be annoyed by these desperate attempts to get you to talk, however you never expected this side from your lord.

Douma stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, he looked at you.

"Well we've got an hour to kill, what would you like to do?"

You shrugged.

"Would you like to play a card game?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea and nodded excitedly. You loved card games, better yet, you were undefeated at them. Douma looked excited at this opening.

He grabbed a stack of hanafuda cards and shuffled them before dealing them between the two of you. "Are you familiar with koi koi?" He asked.

You nodded, of course you knew what koi koi was. You were the best at it.

"Now, I will warn you that I'm really good at it, but I'll go easy on you, kid."

You snorted at him, making Douma cock an eyebrow at you an amused expression on his face.

"What was that? Are you doubting me? You know I won't let you go off the hook now, huh?" He laughed, shaking his head. You had guts, he liked that.

You beat him. Hard.

"I want a rematch." He demanded jokingly, despite his ego being bruised a bit.

He lost, again. And again. Until finally the time ran out.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

And so you did, everyday from that point on. He'd always make time out of his busy schedule for the two of you to play a quick game, despite getting his ass handed to him everytime.

Douma grew alongside you, he grew comfortable enough to not hide behind fake smiles and playful teasing, he was true to himself around you. He didn't feel like he'd have to fake feeling emotions around you.

"Thank you," you spoke hoarsely, barely above a whisper after months of playing cards with him "for making me feel normal."

Douma, not bothering to look up from his cards, almost like you spoke everyday, returned the sentiment. "Thank you for making me feel normal too, kid."

#yikes im not a fan of how this turned out hhhhhh #hope u enjoy it nevertheless<3 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #kny #demon slayer fluff #douma #douma headcanons #douma x reader

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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Sneeze Hairybuns the Bard

Quick Steddie oneshot based on this post by @sharpbutsoft - Fair warning this probably won't be accurate to the D&D version they play in the show because I have the most experience with 5e and can't be bothered to look up the other editions for a tiny little ficlet like this lol. Also the poem Steve reads is "To Live Of Love" by St. Therese of Lisieux. Let me know if you'd like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list :)

"D&D is Eddie's love language, Steve. You can't just Farrah Fawcett your way into his heart like you're used to doing."

Steve frowns at Dustin, causing his eyebrows to pull together.

"First off, the Fawcett Method is tried and true, don't you dare knock it. Secondly, I have literally never touched that game, how am I supposed to woo him with something I suck at?" His fingers are twisting furiously in his hair as he paces around his friend.

"Then we'll pick something you won't suck at," Dustin crows, wiggling his eyebrows. "You, Steve Harrington, will play a bard!"

"You know I don't know what that is," Steve grumbles in a flat tone. He wants to kick himself for ever having started this conversation in the first place, but even if this is a total dead-end, at least Dustin will stop trying to get him to confess his undying love for Robin.

Dustin is already rummaging through his unbelievably cluttered desk and emerges with several sheets of paper and a pencil that he has absolutely chewed the eraser off of.

"Dude, I am not fucking using your snack pencil! What the fuck did you do to that thing?"

The younger boy rolls his eyes and finds a different pencil, thankfully unchewed, and Steve grabs everything and sits on the floor with a huff.

"Fine, tell me what to do. You better not make me look stupid, Henderson. I still have that baseball bat in my car."

Steve jumps to his feet when he hears a car door slam outside. He has spent the last hour sitting on his couch and picking a nervous hole through one of the couch cushions. He makes a mental note to flip that cushion over before his parents come home next and opens his front door, bowing extravagantly to Eddie and the rest of the Party.

"Alright nerds, let's get this shit started!" Eddie squawks as he bounces through the door and shoves past Steve. "Remember kiddos, piss now because you lose two hit points every time you take a bathroom break!"

The kids file in behind him with El and Max bringing up the rear. Steve grins at the two of them.

"Don't you worry, ladies, I made snacks."

"They better not be pretzels again," Max sniffs as she drags El into the kitchen, El waving at Steve as they pass. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath, shuffling his feet on the tiled floor before following the boys into the living room where he had set up a passable D&D table.

Steve picks his way between the chairs and sweaty teenage boys to take a seat on Eddie's right, directly across from Dustin. He peers at Eddie from under his eyelashes as the Dungeon Master shuffles through his papers and jots down a few last-minute notes. Steve tries (and fails) to ignore the way Eddie's shirt is riding up and exposing his hipbones. Dustin coughs, but it sounds suspiciously like the word "Slut!" and Steve glares at him before letting his gaze fall to the character sheet he and Dustin had worked on last week.

"Alright, are we all ready?" Eddie asks as everyone files in and takes their seats. A general murmur of assent filters through the room, and Steve fights down the nausea that has suddenly crawled into his throat.

"Weary travelers! We have a new face amongst our number," Eddie begins with vigor. "Steve here will be playing..." He nudges Steve with an elbow and he jumps.

"Oh, uh, I am an elven bard named Sneeze Hairybuns." Steve fights the urge to glare at Dustin, who is giggling with Lucas across the table. "I was orphaned when I was ten and lived off the streets with just a guitar to try to make money."

"Excellent!" Eddie says, ignoring Dustin. "Let us begin."

Eddie begins to paint a picture with just his words. Steve finds himself utterly entranced with him: the way his eyes sparkle, the curve of his mouth around the word "dragon," and how sinful his hands looked as he drummed his fingers restlessly on the table and fidgeted with his dice. He's pretty sure his mouth is gaping like a damn fish when Eddie turns to him, and he snaps it shut quickly.

"Sneeze, what do you want to do? You can talk to anyone in the tavern, investigate anything you think is suspicious, or anything else you can think of."

Steve makes eye contact with Dustin, who nods, and turns back to Eddie. "I go up to the bartender to talk to him."

"Hello, young traveler. Can I offer you a strong glass of mead? We just did our monthly washing of the glasses so it should taste better than usual," Eddie barks in a gruff voice very different from his own. Steve tamps down on his anxious butterflies and leans casually against the table as if it was a bartop.

"Hiya, handsome. I think I can think of someone that sounds a little better than mead. Care to give me a taste?" Steve purrs in a sultry tone, puncturing his words with a rather gratuitous wink.

There is a chorus of whoops and "GROSS, Steve!" from around the table, but Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie. His face is rapidly changing colors, going from a pale pink to a deep almost-burgundy in less than five seconds as he chokes on the Coke he'd been in the middle of sipping from. Dustin stands up to give him a few thwacks on his back, shooting Steve a wink as he does so and mouthing "Exactly like that!" behind Eddie's back.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath with his eyes resolutely fixed on the table in front of him. His voice sounds much more like the usual Eddie as he replies, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, traveler. What brings you and your companions to my tavern?"

"We're looking for information on the dragon that is terrorizing your village," Mike interrupts, scooting his minifigure toward the bar on Eddie's map. Eddie turns to him in relief and regales their group with tales of a monstrous beast that has been killing their livestock and kidnapping their children, and Steve shoots an anxious glance at Dustin. The younger boy shoots him a subtle thumbs up and turns back to Eddie.

Much of the game continues in this fashion. After the third or fourth time Steve opens the Party's dialogue with an NPC with a disgustingly-cheesy line about getting lost in their eyes or attempting to roll to seduce them, Erica throws her hands up and cries, "My gods, Sneeze, you can't flirt your way through a dragon fight!"

Dustin cackled, earning himself a smack on the back of the head from Max, who was observing while she devoured the bowl of popcorn she and El were passing back and forth.

"Says you, Sinclair. Our Dungeon Master hasn't stopped me yet. Speaking of, I believe I still have an action this turn?" Steve turns to Eddie, whose face has remained bright red throughout most of the campaign. Eddie nods once without looking at him.

"In that case, I would like to perform a poem I wrote for the Light Fairy." He clears his throat.

"To live of love, it is to know no fear. No memory of past faults can I recall. No imprint of my sins remaineth here. The fire of love divine effaces all. O sacred flames! O furnace of delight! I sing my safe sweet happiness to prove, in these mild fires I dwell by day, by night. I live of love!"

Steve, of course, hadn't actually written any poetry for this, but he'd read this poem in an English textbook his senior year and had liked it enough to tear it out and keep it. Mike wolf-whistles, and Dustin shoots another conspicuous wink toward Steve, but Steve hardly notices. Their Dungeon Master looks like his head might just spontaneously combust.

"Bathroom break!" Eddie's voice cracks through an entire octave as he shoots out of his seat and shuffles toward the stairs. His footsteps thump above their heads as he takes the steps three at a time.

"Maybe I'd better..." Steve trails off as he hops up and follows him. "Don't break anything or pee on the walls while I'm gone, please."

Ignoring the scuffle that immediately breaks out behind him, Steve jogs up the stairs and stops in front of the closed bathroom door. He can hear the water running inside, but not much else. Steeling himself, he knocks once and murmurs, "Hey, Eds? You alright?"

A hasty shuffling sound escapes under the door before it opens slightly, revealing a very pink-faced and ruffled Eddie Munson. Steve, mentally cursing whatever gods allowed him to think Dustin's plan wouldn't be a complete disaster, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did Little Sinclair put you up to this? Because whatever she told you, it isn't true, and honestly this is just the tiniest bit cruel because I don't ev-hhrmmMPH!"

Whatever Eddie was planning on saying is lost as Steve grabs him by the hips and shoves him backward against the ugly yellow sink before pressing their mouths together. Eddie's hands flutter uselessly against Steve's chest before finally winding their way into his ridiculous, puffy hair with a broken moan that Steve swallows greedily into his own mouth. Steve presses him further back into the counter, needing to be closer, needing to feel Eddie, and peppers his lips and his throat with kisses and bites and little licks that are driving both of them insane.

Steve gathers a handful of Eddie's curly hair and yanks his head back, giving him uninterrupted access to Eddie's throat and collarbones, which he wastes no time in completely covering with purpling lovebites. Eddie is grinding against him, hands still in Steve's hair, making the most obscene noises Steve has ever heard in his life. Neither can slow down long enough to catch their breath, and their needy pants and gasps of air are filling the room with heat.

It's only when Eddie registers the sound of footsteps on the stairs that the two men break apart in a panic. Eddie is trying desperately to arrange his curls to cover his neck and Steve is still adjusting the collar of his shirt when Will rounds the corner. He looks at them for one beat, two beats, then turns on his heel and walks back down the stairs, shouting to the rest of the group that it'll just be another second.

Breathing hard, they just stare at each other for a few seconds. Eddie is, for once, completely speechless, and Steve is just too dumbfounded that Henderson's stupid plan had worked to form a coherent thought. Eddie is the one to break the silence.

"Right-o. Cool. I'll just head back to the game, shall I?"

Steve stares after him completely dumbfounded. He gives himself another few seconds to will his traitorous body into submission before following. It takes about 10 seconds after he sits down for Dustin to make eye contact with him, and Steve tries his best to keep his face neutral, but-

"I KNEW IT! You owe me BIG, Harrington!"

"I knew it, too, you dweeb! I told Eddie like, two entire months ago to make his move. You're not special, Dustybuns," Erica snorts.

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands, but he still locks his ankle around Eddie's under the table as he tries halfheartedly to fight the secret, pleased smile that's making its way to his face. He can't see it, but Eddie wears the exact same smile.

Tag list - @aghostcup @ask-canon-and-fanon-personified @brassreign (you said you wanted to see anything of mine that was Steddie so no take-backs)

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riddles-fiddles · 9 months

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Helo!! I have a lil tiny request 😇

Is it fine if you can write a fluffy Lilia Vanrouge x Male/Gender Neutral Reader?? To set the plot, I originally thought of it being about the reader having a bad day sorta and Lilia is there to comfort them by sitting in their lap, letting them lay their face in his chest, combing their hair with he’s fingers, TELLING STORIES TO THE READER FROM HIS PAST 😭

If it’s too much to ask, uew can shorten or change it a lil

Merci!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

Make Believe

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge Tags: SFW, fluff, brief angst with a happy ending, comfort Notes: gender neutral reader, I didn't proof read this so I'm sorry if something feels confusing lol

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Lilia paces around the campus' backwoods, enjoying the quiet bliss of nature - a welcoming melody to the contrasting chaos of school life. The pacific atmosphere suddenly shifts when he hears quiet sobbing coming from what seemed to be twin bushes on the side; with a cautious, careful step, he inches closer, pushing aside the leaves to peek over them, scanning for the source of the sorrowful confession that mingled with the chirping and rustling of the forest.

His red irises glows with unveiled concern, widening slightly from the image of your curled up figure, knees pressed to chest as your head hang low, face tightly pressed against the back of them to muffle the frustrated sounds that quietly fell from your lips.

"Oh, sweet little thing. What happened to make you curl around yourself like that?" Lilia coos, stepping closer. The way you reacted in such a jumpy way from the surprise of being found between the high grass prompted him to furrow his brows further in worry, sharp glass piercing through his chest as your tear-filled eyes reluctantly found his own gaze. "Come on, darling. You know you can pour your soul into my hands."

Graceful, elongated fingers come to gently brush the warm feeling of a sticking tear away from your flush cheeks, cupping them between his cold palms in an affectionate way - and though his skin always felt wintry, Lilia just knew how to show the undying warmth he felt for you through his actions.

You seem to think for a moment, hesitant to let Lilia inside your turmoil, but ultimately decides to welcome him into the vulnerability you showed. A coy smile of satisfaction graces his lips as he comes to cuddle into your lap, his small figure settling down comfortably as his arms delicately wrapped around your neck, inviting you to come closer.

"Would you like to talk about whatever's upsetting you?" Lilia whispers with a purr, pressing his lips in a tender kiss on your temple, fingers tenderly moving some wild strands of hair away from your face, his ethereal eyes taking in your endearing features. You shake your head negatively, hands coming to grip around his waist for some physical kind of reassurance,

"I just want to forget about everything that happened today," you sigh out, and your voice comes out hoarse and tired from all the quiet crying, throat sore from the attempts of swallowing the sobs. Lilia's heartbeat feels like faltering for a fleeting moment from a growing sense of connection and vulnerability as you pursued the comfort of his chest, watching in awe as you nuzzled against the crook of his neck.

"Would a retelling of my younger days help you cheer up a bit?" He chuckles low as you slowly nod to his inquiry, his head coming to lightly rest over yours as his fingers found solace between the endless strands of your hair, the end of his phalanges slowly drawing circles and massaging at your scalp, thoughful ministrations that acted as a soothing anchor of love through your tensed muscles. "Very well, my darling. Once upon some hundred years in time, I was a wounded soldier in the climax of war..."

Lilia reserves no bravado from his stories, sometimes exaggerating some tiny little details just to revel on the way your eyes gleam with fascination and intrigue. As long as he can drift you away from the haunting thoughts that led you to such a sorrowful state, he's happy, and doesn't mind telling an innocent lie or two - after all, you are the sun of his very being, and he can't bear to face gloomy weather through your breath-catching eyes.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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I've been thinking about this little story- or headcanon? - ever since I read that Amyas loved owls.

Hear out, after spending some time with him, the MC can't help but notice cupid's love for the birds. So, since he's been a good boy, and hasn't been doing crazy things like invading the MC's privacy so much in a few days now, they decides to give the winged boy a present.

And what would it be?

Nothing more, nothing less, than the first volume of the Guardians of Ga'Hoole book series.

And not only that, the MC also promises that if he keeps up his good behavior, they will read a chapter every night for him before they goes to sleep.

Amyas has been good this week.

As your faithful cupid companion, he's always strived for making life a walk in the park for you, but he's lifted some extra weight off your shoulders recently by allowing you to shower in peace and giving you an hour to yourself each day. He may have shed a few tears, but he knew better than to disobey. You promised to reward him for his efforts at the end of the week with a prize crafted straight from his deepest passion. With a tag like that, Amyas had to be on his best behavior to unlock his reward. What could it be? A kiss? A hug? A romantic boat ride where you both confess your undying and eternal love? Come Sunday, Amyas finds that what he has earned is better than anything he could have ever dreamed.

Coincidentally wearing a shirt with the same beast beneath his bright blue cardigan; Amyas' jaw drops at the book cover's reveal. He picks it up with a squeal at those golden eyes. A great horned owl - the physical of wisdom and mystery. He had to know everything about this book and its adorable characters. You put out four more books, each increasing his heart rate and the fluff of his feathers from the collar of his shirt.

"Amyas.... Before me I have the first five books of this series."

"Mhm..." He bounces with excitement - teeth ripping dime-sized holes in his coat.

"Since you have been good this week I will record you and offer you a deal. Ok?"

Yes.

"Starting tonight, I will read you a chapter each night and buy you the rest as long as you keep up this streak."

Yes.

"And.....give you a kiss goodnight if you do the dishes. Do we have an agreement?"

Yesyesyes

"Yes!" Amyas darts under the table and hugs your legs, wings knocking over the chairs and two books from the table. He stands from beneath the table, lifting you off the floor by your knees with ease despite his size and the angle.

"Please read to me every night! I'll be good, I won't be able to sleep now that I know I can have your sweet voice lulling me to bed. I'll be your good boy - I promise! I give you my word, my blood if you need it. We have to find out which owls we kin with and base our wedding around them!"

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere cupid

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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Summary:

In which Father Kennedy comes up with a plan to expel your mutual lust by forcing the both of you to cope with it, and the plan works, for about a minute, then he confesses his undying and eternal love for you and does you on the altar while you stare at Jesus Christ.

This is the second work in this storyline, reading the first one isn't all that necessary, just know you've already indulged once before, during the previous Sunday's confession. If you like your men obsessed this one is definitely for you. Enjoy!

Tags:

Priest Leon S. Kennedy, Alternate universe- Medieval, Church Sex, Catholicism, Guilt, Adultery, Love confessions, Catholic prayers, Altar sex, Naked female clothed male, Body worship, Semi-public sex, Multiple orgasms, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Teasing, Vaginal sex, Cum shot, Aftercare

Blurb:

“If we are to abstain, why would we come here alone? Is that not counterproductive?”

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“Father? Um- Stephan’s home, you-”

“I wasn’t looking to come inside. Accompany me through town, we have some things to discuss.” I nod, unsure exactly what said discussion will entail, considering it has been only a few days following our indiscretion, and I haven’t seen him once, though the guilt has been heavy, making me sickly to even look at Stephan, who is none the wiser, thankfully, I wouldn’t want to need to sin again by lying to ward off any suspicion regarding my adultery.

“Alright. Let me go and tell Stephan, he doesn’t like for me to leave without notice. Come in, Father.” I pull the door a little further open, allowing him inside and out of the cold, my thoughts already ungodly at the sight of him in his casual clothing, the collared shirt tight over his neck, and his upper body as well, providing an overly enticing view which leaves very little to the imagination.

“Hurry along, miss, we have things to attend to.” I nod, a little feverish, not glad to have been caught ogling, as well as anxious to speak to Stephan about the Father in any regard. I hurry to the study, admittedly delighted at the thought of any manner of time spent with the priest, even if it is sinful.

“Stephan?” He has the door closed, was telling me a few hours prior my cleaning was interrupting his work, so much so he had to close his door to keep me from being bothersome. He utters a soft “Come in” from the other side, so I do, opening the door slowly to keep from disturbing him, wary to rouse his bad mood.

“What could possibly be so damn important you’re interrupting a second time?” I don’t look at him, well aware being too bold is never a smart decision, just keep my gaze down and wring my hands, any attempt to calm the nervousness falling entirely flat.

“I just- I wanted to tell you I’m heading out for a short while.” I glance up, his expression unhappy, though he really should be glad to be rid of me, if I truly am being such a nuisance.

“Where?” A tight leash, that’s what he’s named it, his stipulation of getting to ask his questions before giving his assent for me to do as I please, though he’s usually not all that big of a part of my day, keeps to himself besides mealtimes and when he’s looking to bed me, more often as of late, our marriage barren without me giving him any children, of course I take precaution where I can, lily root has never failed me so far, though if Stephan ever found out about my unwillingness to bear his children I’d be in quite the predicament, I’ve already received more than a few slaps due to my “Infertility”.

“Just through town. The Father has some things he wants to discuss.” I hope it’s sufficient, I would rather be truthful where possible, I never had the chance to become a skillful liar, never had reason to, before now.

“The Father? What business do you have with Mr. Kennedy?” I’m sweating, hands wiped on the front of my dress doing nothing to abate the clamminess on my skin, my guilt plain, thankfully not so plain to my husband, this being one of the few occasions I’m glad he doesn’t pay me much mind.

“I assume it’s something to do with the choir, Meredith’s out of town for now, I assume he expects me to fill her role for the time being.” A convenient story, a truthful one, which happens to work very nicely in my favor.

“Sure. You’ll be back in time to make supper?” I hum an affirmative, and he waves me off, going quickly back to his writing, ignoring me once again, other than a final “Make sure you’re not “too tired” tonight”, the excuse I’ve been giving lately, claiming to be too busy to have the energy to give into being bedded, not that it works majority of the time, he does as he pleases no matter how pleading my asking him not to is. I leave him, not wanting to be a bigger bother than necessary, heading back down the hall to a man who’s more than willing to offer his time, the father waiting patiently just where I’d left him, inspecting a painting of Stephan and I hung just inside the door.

“He agreed?” I nod, making sure not to stare, taking my furs from their hook and shrugging them on, having a look at him when I’m finished, his expression serious, professional, not unusual, though we are closer now, close in a way I would have never guessed, me being the only person on the entirety of earth who has seen him in the throes of pleasure, lost to desire, the thought of his entirely different self rousing goosebumps over my arms, enticed and afraid at once.

“Let’s be off, I’ll need to arrive back with time to prepare Stephan’s supper.” He opens the door, letting me through first before closing it softly behind, the action not of any importance to him, but indescribably touching for me, something Stephan has never once done in the years I’ve known him, even while he was courting me he was selfish, luckily for him so was my father. “So, Father, what is it you… Wanted to discuss?” I’m curious, we’ve never spent time together outside of church hours, never had any reason to, which leads me to believe this has everything to do with Sunday’s confession.

“What is it about me that you enjoy?” I pull my brows together, taking his offered hand to help me down the steps, unsure why he’d ask something so forward, or where he intends to bring this discussion, the warmth of him lingering on my skin when he releases me, our pace lazy, a simple stroll, not entirely normal, but I suppose no one will gossip about Mr. Kennedy, the thought offering relative safety as we trail along, even if I’m not all that glad there are so many others out at this time of day.

“Forgive me, but why- Why do you ask?” I cast a look toward him, wary of having this conversation in public, even in the mostly empty residential block.

“I think I may have found a way to rid the both of us of our yearning… I suppose I should set the example. I find you perfect. You enrapture me with your nature, truly, you consume my mind and body with your presence, my entire being is delighted at any reminder of you, miss. I believe there is reason behind your draw, of course, God has sent you to me, and me to you, as either of our most formidable trials, lust being our greatest weakness-”

“Father, I don’t see how this is- What solution can we have for a trial from God other than to abstain?” He smiles, seeming overly giddy at my words, nodding along with them, his footsteps pausing just in front of the church’s walkway, his body turned to face mine, large in front of me, undeniably masculine, everything I would have wanted if the choice was mine to make.

“You’ve figured it out all on your own, miss. Abstaining is the only way, we must make a habit of it, that’s what I’m suggesting. Come.” He leads the way, the both of us entering the empty church, no service going on at midday on a Wednesday.

“If we are to abstain, why would we come here alone? Is that not counterproductive?” It surely seems that way, the tension settles the moment the door is closed behind us, thick and heavy, the weight of sin on my shoulders, my guilt eating me from inside out, an excruciatingly powerful deterrent, I must say.

“Temptation can only be overcome if it is present, miss. We are in no position to flee, we must face our desires and let God lead us in the way he sees fit. I intend to cure us of our illness in as quick a manner as possible, so we will need to bury ourselves in it, let the wound fester prior to healing. Sit.” I do, take a seat one the frontmost pew, watching him take a seat beside me, a small amount closer than what would be considered appropriate, though I suppose it’s necessary, being close enough to lean in but having the willpower not to. I wonder if he’s looking this well kept on purpose, to be enticing, he looks more put together than usual, and I must admit it is making me a little warm, my face heated only from being alone with him, sat close enough for him to do as he pleases, no confession window keeping me from seeing the entirety of him. “We will need to expel our desires… Have you been praying to the lord daily?” He’s sinning, the evidence is all over him, that same low, lusty quality to his gaze, the roughness of his voice, the pink dusting over his cheeks, the telltale tightness of his breeches. He seems to be trying to distract himself, keep his thoughts from wandering down the more unrighteous path, and I’m doing the same, though my mind has a tendency to wander, especially during time with the Father.

“Yes, of course, for forgiveness and guidance. I haven’t seen a difference- In the-uhm- The… Frequency of the ungodly thoughts, no matter the amount of times I plead for it.” God has been unkind to me in the past weeks, never providing any type of assistance to aid me with my problem, but I suppose that’s how it’s meant to be, it is my choice to be godly, or to give into the need burning through me, the scorching hot, pleasurable want that is nearly worth it.

“The lord works in mysterious ways, miss. We must remember this. We are to choose our own path, be worthy or risk our salvation when judgment comes.” I nod in agreement, though I can’t help but question it, God’s will, his willingness to tempt but not allow humankind to be tempted, the all-knowing man surely already knows what choice we will make, which path we will continue down. “Though it is true all sins are equivalent under the lord… As long as we are forgiven we are cleansed…” He has a hand over the front of his pants, just rested there, his expression lax, only a little pained, the suggestion clear, an offer to call off our abstinence before it’s even had the chance to begin, give into temptation and assume we will be granted forgiveness for our weakness.

“Father? You’re suggesting… We should..?” I’m not so sure, not that I’m strong enough to resist if he was to suggest we indulge again, it does seem much less consequential now that we’ve already done so once before.

“Not suggesting, merely… Well, perhaps I did suggest it. You really have ruined me, miss.” He sighs, closing his eyes and covering his face with one hand, seeming strung up, not all that willing to make either decision. “I’m all too willing to fail, only when it comes to you, all I ask is that we remain discreet, my position is based on the trust of the town, I cannot have them finding out I’m a sinner, they will lose all faith in me, I can’t have that.” I nod, unnerved he’s planning to keep this tryst going for longer than today, though I can’t say I won’t be glad to continue as we have, one sin is equal to many, penance is the only way we will be saved now.

“We cannot be found out. Stephan, he would- I’d-”

“I’m well aware, miss. I wouldn’t allow it, you will not be harmed. We will be sure to keep this under wraps, yes?” I hum, still afraid, a continued offense meaning more instances our sin could be revealed. “Good, well, I suppose reveling in temptation wasn’t the ingenious idea I thought it would be… Truthfully I’m being ungodly right now, thinking of how beautiful you were when you bore yourself to me, allowed me to pleasure you…” He’s touching me, has a hand on my knee over my skirts, his upper body turned toward me, the shift in the conversation bringing forth the familiar warm sensation, a buzzing of want settled over me, heavy and hot and unyielding.

“Father, we… Someone could come in…” He doesn’t seem to mind, his expression hazy, face near to mine, his breathing a little hoarse, excited.

“Don’t be worried, miss, I must admit I had lustful intentions, I turned the lock, in the case we weren’t well equipped to resist… Seems my hunch wasn’t far off, unless you aren’t as fully depraved as me… Tell me, do you wish to indulge?” He speaks softly, kind, his face a breath from mine, his hand pausing its upward travels to await my answer, this man who has no need to be so gentlemanly giving me the kind of choice I’ve yearned for nearly the entirety of my life as if it’s something so common.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned, and I will do so again.” I sign the cross, praying my repentance will be enough, watching him sign his own, not at all concealing his lustful gaze, the holy signal dampened by his hand running a little further up my leg, my skin already sickly hot, the both of us anticipating it, steeling ourselves with heavy breaths.

“The father is just, he will cleanse and forgive the faithful of their sins…” He presses his lips to mine, soft and slow, the beginning of depravity, the sealing of our shared sin, the sweetest sin I’ve ever committed, the only one I’d give up everything to commit again and again. “This is it… The start of our descent… The most beautiful madness I could ever conceive of… The most evil perfection there is, my all consuming want, you.” He’s not rushed, it’s not in his nature, he’s calm, collected, his lips rough against mine, as well as his palm, cupped gently to my jaw, holding me to him, his skin hot against me, a reminder of sin, the heat a sort of omen of where we’re headed, a prelude to the heat of damnation we’re settling ourselves into. “I wish I could explain… The things I feel for you… The power you have over me… The carnal, painful need simmering inside…” He’s easing me back, slow, laying me back on my elbows, leaning over me to keep our lips connected, his hand trailing down from my jaw, ghosting over the curve of my waist, the gentle touch completely unfamiliar, his softness entirely enrapturing, his honest words spoken into kisses with a passion and fervor I could never begin to explain. “The sweet embrace of sin… Is all too enticing while you’re the one offering it… Miss, I have a confession.” He stops, pulling back to look down on me, his face and lips both flushed, nearly as flushed as mine feel, the both of us breathing heavy as he rests above me, his expression earnest and pained, distraught at his yearning.

“What is it, father?” He doesn’t tell me, rather sits up, pulling me along once he’s stood, lifting me right up out of the pew to rest across his arms, carrying me up the steps before pausing, just looking at me, still distraught, swallowing in a nervous manner as he looks down on me.

“My heart has always been full of God.” He sets me down, right on the altar, smoothing my skirts before sinking down, rested on his knees in front of me, staring up at me with that same expression, utterly terrified of what I’ve done to him, his hand moving to sign the cross before letting it rest over his thigh. “I’ve never had the room for anything further than the lord… Never felt inclined to make any, but you- You’ve shoved your way inside, clawed through a lifetime of God’s will and made your own home in my heart. The thought of- I’m appalled by it, the precedence you’ve assumed… Miss, you’ve consumed me, reached inside and tore my heart and taken it for yourself… Though… I find I don’t mind, and if it makes me ungodly then so be it- because I’m- I won’t apologize for being smitten with someone so utterly perfect- This is a mistake I would make time and time again, because it isn’t- Loving is never a mistake.” Love. I’m not sure I can say I’ve ever loved anyone, surely not Stephan, even if I do tell him so, the closest I’ve ever come to love is probably whatever warmth I have for the man before me, though I couldn’t admit it, loving him would be the worst possible offense, a far more real version of whatever we’re doing here, a crime for which there is no punishment other than the wrath of god.

“Father, we- You-”

“Just let me say it, I will bear my sins to you, you need not return my sentiment, I merely cannot keep the feeling festering inside any longer, feel free to ignore my ramblings, I am nothing but a godless madman, prepared to worship at your altar… Your body is the only temple I need, the only thing important enough to tear me from God, so allow me this, give me the freedom to speak my truth, divulge my sins to both you and the lord.” He’s touching me, staring at me with his head turned to the side, lips pressed to the skin of my inner ankle, lifted with a soft touch, the look in his eyes making me sickly, something so beautiful I can’t stand it, a care I’ve never seen, love. “I relinquish myself to you, completely, miss, from now until forever, I am yours, entirely. I will worship you, offer you all that I can in means of companionship and affection, though you need not do the same, I simply just cannot deny myself the simple pleasure of offering up my love, all of which belongs to you… Solely.” He’s making his way up, smoothly kissing up the inside of my thigh, looking up at me from his place on the floor, entirely enamored, his hand pushing slowly up on my skirts as he moves.

“Father..? I don’t- You can’t- You can’t say these things in God’s place…” He pauses his kissing, turning to look at me straight on, my skirts hiked up over my knee, my skin burning hot and clammy, worried what God will think of us now, two devoted disciples worshiping the other rather than our creator, indulging in an ungodly love.

“What I feel for you is not my doing, miss. I have fought against it long enough, I cannot convince my heart to feel for you any differently than I do. God knows this, knows I truly have tried my absolute hardest to quell my affections but I’m- This isn’t a decision I get to make, I’d continue loving you if I kept quiet. Just- Let me give myself to you, while we’re alone, the only time I can love you without looking your husband in the face… Let me love you before I face my guilt.” He looks near tears, voice soft and pleading, his hands coming palms together before he presses them to the wood between my legs, forehead to his thumbs, face hidden in my skirts. “Please, miss, forgive me, I did not intend to divulge my most gruesome secret, I only saw it fit to not hide it from you any longer- If you do not wish to continue-”

“I would- I mean… You may continue…” He lifts his head, lifts it and smiles, soft and affectionate, sickeningly so, his devotion pouring through his gaze, through his touch, his hands warm and rough on the skin of my opposite leg, fingers easing up on my skirts as he looks at me, his hand bringing my ankle to his lips, his eyes peering at me sideways as he lays slow kisses to my skin, slicking it with sinful saliva, his sin so overwhelming he’s lost in it, looking at me in a way that suggests nothing else on God’s earth matters as long as him and I are here, like this, indulging in something so terrible, but nothing of the sort, something so passionate it could only be god’s will.

“You’ve changed me… Molded me into something new… Laid the me before you to bed… Given me a new purpose… Pleasing you… My lord, you’re so beautiful I could do absolutely nothing other than gaze at you for the remainder of my days…” He’s made it up to my knee, my skirts hiked to my lap, his hands on the outsides of my legs, running up as he stands, pushing up further on my clothes before trailing his fingers up and over them, up from my hips to the lacing at my stomach, his eyes on mine as he pulls the knot, slow, his words quiet, the both of us too hot, too much feeling between us, too much to simply speak, the need burning low, humming beneath my skin. “I’ll say this, miss, you’ve made me human in a way I’ve never been… Shown me with your touch and care that I am to be cared for as I care for others…” He’s working my dress up, gently getting it up and over my head before smoothing my hair, not showing any interest in the skin he’s just exposed, instead continuing to stare into my face, conveying his truth through his gaze, his hands smoothing at the sides of my hair, the softness making me nearly emotional, a kind of fussing I’ve never received nor knew I’d wanted, all until now, until him. “You are my test, not of my willpower, but of how much of my love I can give away. I will not stop loving you, miss, I will love you until the day I die and after, I will claw my way out from beneath my grave and return to you, that is my penance, the one thing I can do to show that this is not a physical want, but an insatiable yearning to be one, a craving to be yours and to have you as mine, make a home for you inside my heart which cannot be sullied by fear or insecurity, a safe haven filled with all the warmth I have for you…” He kisses me, hands on the sides of my face, my body all but bare but without attention, this kind of lust without hurry, not about the physical pleasure as much as indulging in the warmth between us.

“Father… I must be… Off soon…” He hums, leaving one last lingering kiss on my lips before returning to his knees, hands pulling on my undergarments, leaving me fully bare, his clothing still fully intact, the clerical clothing still as crisp as ever, all of him smooth, enticing.

“Soon then, until then… Bless me Lord, and these thy gifts, which I am about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen.” He leans in, kissing up the inside of my knee as he eases my legs wider, trailing fingertips up the opposite side, his eyes peering up at me in his affectionate manner, his beauty laid out below me, utter perfection at my disposal. “I will do all that I can to please you, be free to speak any wishes you may have, I’m more than happy to oblige… I would be satisfied only to satisfy you…” He presses a thumb to my hole, or rather the wetness there, slipping it up to press to the pleasurable spot I’m not sure what to call, rubbing up and down, watching my face, seeming pleased at my expression, tightened with the feeling he’s offering, his breath fanning over my privates making me tense against him. “This is God’s will… It must be, otherwise he would never have allowed me this information, the secret to unraveling you until you’re puddled, so well worked you’ll never need anything else… God wishes me happiness, and that happiness lies where I’m able to show you my care… Where I can give you at least a fraction of what you deserve, miss. I’m curious… Let me…” He tastes me, softly, licking up and sending a pleasurable jolt through me. He groans, sounding pleased with his findings, moving to close his lips where his thumb has left, light suction there a whole lot more intense than the pressure beforehand, my light gasp getting him to continue, the image of him between my thighs entirely sinful, beautiful in the way of Lucifer, led astray, an angel who’s done wrong, cast down into my arms, well, between trembling thighs. “Yes… My lord this is… You’re incredible… The most perfect body and soul, truly the image of God…” He moves back to using his thumb, watching me with his pretty blue eyes, his lips skimming over the skin of my thigh, my wetness shining on his lips evidence of our actions. “This must be heaven on earth… Alone with only you… Nothing veiled any longer… Only my love for you laid out for God to see, whether he strike me down or grant me forgiveness I will not regret this, I could never bring myself to regret you.” The pressure is building, my hand mussing his hair, legs closed on either side of him, his thumb moving against me, the tightness making me breathless, unbearably hot, damnation so close it’s pressing into me, making me sick with fever. “You’re nearly there, miss, you’re afraid- Don’t be, worry on judgment day, for now only focus yourself on me, let me worship you, give you pleasure, mark you with my hands and body, leave traces of you all over me, ruin myself with your touch, plunge deeper and deeper into the depravity I’ve fought for so long I can’t remember the first time I sinned in your name.” He pauses his ramblings to watch me, head thrown back as I orgasm, intense pleasure along with the familiar searing heat washing over me, sweet words coaxing me down even as I pull on his hair.

“Father, father- We must hurry, come up.” He listens, standing to his whole height, still towering even as I’m sat up on the altar, his body slotted between my legs as he captures my lips, the taste of me on his lips somehow enticing, a reminder of what he’s done for me, of his depravity, of our willingness to deny God.

“Would you like to continue?” I nod, using a hand to pull him back to my lips, my other hand fumbling with his breeches, his hands taking over in a silent display of care.

“Would you… I’d like to… Please you.” I press a hand to his chest, backing him up enough to sink to the floor between him and the altar, his manhood bare to me, his clothes still mostly in place other than the undone clasp of his breeches.

“You’d really… You’d-” I grip him, softly, his whole body jolting as I run my hand up the length, looking up at him as I close my lips over him, the taste barely familiar, salty. “That’s… Lord help me, I’m hellbound…” He lets me do as I please, just pets the side of my hair as I sink down, gagging before I expect to, pulling back with watery eyes before taking him back in, my hands on clothed thighs, his expression worried, mouth gaping, the flush spread up to his ears and down his chest. “This is… Truly-ah- Lord, forgive me, forgive us, we will-hah- we will sin again and again, accept our-our penance and our pleas for forgiveness and-nnh cleanse us of our wrong doings-” He leans over me, one hand planted on the altar, the other gripped to my hair, leading me along, his head hanging, eyes closed tight, mouth opened in the pleasure I’m offering. “Nearly- I’ll never-Ah- I’ve never- Felt anything like this. So beautiful-hah- Heavenly- Your mouth is just as perfect as-Nnh! Perfect-Miss-!” He pulls me away, reaching out and pulling me up, taking care to wipe away the mess on my lips before easing me back onto the altar, his body against me, the heat terrible, dizzying, my body laid out below god, head over the edge of the altar, jesus christ staring down at me from his place against the wall, his body strung up to make up for me, for my lust, the greed to want more than what I’ve gotten, the sickness inside of me, whatever sickness has led me here, the father’s manhood pressing inside, my eyes on the son, his on me, the guilt making me sick, the distraction of the man above me not able to do anything to abate the burning heat settled over us, marking us as sinners.

“Forgive me, father in- in heaven, I will- I am a child of sin… I pray you will invite me- to paradise, forgive me for the-ah-the wrong I’ve done.” He lets me take care of my prayer, stays seated inside while I do, waiting, my eyes coming to his once I’m finished, both of us too unwilling to give up on whatever disgusting kind of pleasure this is to properly show appreciation to the lord.

“Miss… We really… Are you truly willing to- delve into the depths of depravity, accept and wear this sin as yours-Ours?” I really shouldn’t, I should high tail it out of this forsaken church and never speak to him again, but I truly can’t bring myself to deny him, or myself, something so searing hot, something so correct, perfectly incredible, his skin against mine the only thing I’ve ever truly longed for, enjoyed.

“Yes, I accept my sin and my penance, I need this, father, you.” He swallows, seeming distraught at my confession, at my willingness to be ruined, to sin alongside him.

“Then so be it.” He moves, slowly, drawing himself back and slowly forward, leaning over me and gazing down, one hand beside my ribs, the other gripped to my hip. “My God… I- You’re so-ah- beautiful… So- Tempting-! Miss, this is my love, this- This is the most of me I can-Nnh- Offer-! Being one with you- seated deep inside- this- this is the most-ah- Feels so- so good…” He’s lost, eyes nearly closed, opened for the sole purpose of gazing into me, his hips hitting the backs of my thighs, the sound echoing through the empty pews, his hand pulling me, coaxing me in to meet him, thumb stretched across to rub that spot, the both of us panting like dogs, feverish from our wrongdoing, burning with evil, a lovely sort. “Even if- If everyone found us ungodly- I wouldn’t- I’d kiss ungodly skin, live in an-ah- ungodly home, sink deep into an-hah- an- ungodly woman- Give into depravity, worship the opposite-Hnn- the-ah- of what I’ve sworn to, give myself over to the devil-” He’s laid out over me, head between my breasts as he works against me, both of us sweating, my hands in his hair and gripped to the side of the altar, my head tipped right side down, gaze on the son of God, my legs trembling, all of it too much, the devotion, the sin, the weight of him, the heat passed between us, all of it wretched, painfully precious. “You’ve corrupted me, miss, made me born new, born to-ah- love you, to satisfy this sinful need, to sink into the burning heat and-hah- and make my home there… God- You’re- You-Hnn- This is the only heaven I need, buried inside the- the woman of my dreams, our bodies and souls-ah- as one, two sinners lost in- in the- the- other-! Hah-The- feel of your skin is the most enticing touch I’ve ever-Nnh- The taste of your lips, your warmth, your sacrifice, ours, our shared sin…” He’s speaking into my skin, breath hot between my ribs, the heat of him nearly painful, his hand bouncing me against him, his manhood pressed deep with every thrust of his hips, my thighs tight and shaking around him, the high nearly there, Jesus staring down on us, reminding me of my guilt, the man waiting in my home, a man who could never even come close to making me feel like this, warm and overwhelmed and weightless and satiated all at once. He’s nearly finished, teeth gnashed and eyes screwed shut, forehead pressed to my skin, his thumb moving desperately against me.

“If the lord won’t forgive us for having this- I don’t wish for his- His forgiveness, I’d choose this a-ah- million times over- This- Emotion and pleasure like I’ve never felt, the touch of a woman who-Hnn- Woman who I’ve bared my soul to- Laid my heart out at your feet and you’ve taken it and-My Lord-! And me, placed your sweet lips on mine and given me all I’ve ever longed for. Let me return a- a piece of the pleasure you’ve given me- give you one more unforgettable high, one more today and a million more the following. Yes, God, yes- Miss, let me have it, Let me-Hnnn-!” I do, back arched up off the altar, the feeling entirely too much, wave after wave of heat and haze over me, both his hands on my waist to pull me in, his pace messy and quick, his noises whiny, huffed out against me, a final prayer in hopes of getting away with this. “Holy Mary, Mother of-Oh God, pray for us sinners, now and at- at the- the hour of our-Hah- our death-!” He leaves me empty, the high fading off as he empties, warmth laid all over my stomach, my eyes forward, toward Jesus, the loss of pleasure bringing a grief for who I was, a god loving and pure woman, now ruined, sinful and wretched, undeserving of God’s love, though that was the choice I made, the decision between the lord and my desire. “I love you, miss, purely and ceaselessly and infinitely, I will love you.” I believe I chose correctly, I suppose only time will tell, though I can’t help but find this love much more unconditional, the soft touch following the scene, gentle, rough hands easing me up to seated, a handkerchief cleaning the mess on my stomach, my hair smoothed sweetly, the closing of his prayer whispered against the skin of my forehead following a lingering kiss . “Amen.”

“Amen."

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Bleed Clean (Dorian Pavus x M!Reader)

Pairing: Dorian Pavus x Straight Male Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: Mature Words: 1068 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 9 - Coming out + bad reaction Note: Please pay attention to the poetry that is the last sentence of this piece. Also being confused about your sexuality is normal and not wrong. Dorian is just very hurt here and haunted by his own demons. Tags: established relationship, coming out, breakup, platonic soulmates, hurt no comfort and reader is new to the dating scene

You have been wrong about many things in your life. There have been many things you had believed to be true, only to find out later they were not. There have been many decisions you made that turned out to be the wrong one. There have been yesses that were nos and rights that were wrongs - such was the way of life. You had learned to take those mistakes into stride. Why dwell on the damage when you could focus on how to fix things?

It was an admirable mindset. However, it did not help you a bit as you were faced with was quite possibly the biggest mistake of your life. Emotions had never been your forté and then Dorian Pavus appeared in your life, all dashing and demon fighting. You loved his sharp tongue and wit; you loved his sass and his sarcasm. There was nothing to not love as you grew into close friends within a few days. Before you knew it, you spent every possible moment together, reading in the skyhold library, debating any topic that came up or drinking in Skyhold’s tavern with whoever else also happened to be there. It was either those things or fighting side by side against whatever came out of the fade.

Then he confessed his feelings to you. Had you ever been interested in men? No. Had you ever been with a woman? Also no. ‘Perhaps, this is love,’ you had thought to yourself. “I can no longer imagine living my life without you,” you had told him that day in all truthfulness. It was as good of a confession as anything, but now you wondered if it was love or brotherhood like you had never experienced before.

Dorian was patient with you, knowing being with a man was new for you. He even offered to shave for your first kiss, but you were pretty sure he was jesting. It had been over a month since that first kiss. It was nothing like you imagined, but you thought you’d get used to kissing a man. You never got used to it. You loved Dorian. You wanted to know him until your last breath. However, you had no desire to kiss him and the looming expectation of eventual sex filled you with dread.

“You seem troubled,” Dorian observed as you sat across from him in the library. There was a book in your hands, but you had been staring at the same page for several minutes now and there was no hiding the glassy look in your eyes. Dorian took the book from your hands and then took one of your hands in his own. This felt fine, felt right even, but you did not experience butterflies in your stomach or a fluttering heart.

Dorian took you out to one of the walls surrounding Skyhold. The wind was cold, but the air was warm. “I cannot help but feel I have done something to upset you,” Dorian spoke as he leaned against the wall. Behind him you saw the courtyard, many people walking around like ants.

“You have not! It is… me, who made a grave mistake.” You could not look at him. You have been putting off this very conversation and Dorian had sensed something was wrong. How could he not? You often felt like you two shared a soul. You could not look at your partner, eyes glued on the mouldy stone under your feet. You did not see Dorian’s eyebrow cock up.

“Amatus… What did you do?” Dorian made it sound like you cheated on him. As much as you had no romantic feelings for him, your undying loyalty would not have allowed you to even so much as look at anyone else, while your… arrangement of sorts was still in place.

You took a deep breath and looked up. Dorian’s eyes were crushing your heart, but you felt it was unfair to even think that while you were about to stomp on his. “I…” You played this scene a thousand times over in your head, but now that you were here, you found yourself unable to remember any of the words you prepared. You took another deep breath. When beautifully crafted words were unavailable, there was always the good old ripping the bandage off. “I’m not in love with you. I don’t think I ever was.” You saw Dorian getting ready to say something, but you stopped him with a hand you almost shoved into his face. “Wait, let me finish! I don’t think I will ever be able to be in love with a man, but I do love you. I love you dearly, just not romantically. I still want to be with you until my last moments, just… as friends.”

Dorian scoffed, throwing his hands up and turning around to look over the courtyard. “Oh please, spare me the salving words. You’re just like those before you. You hear of a man interested in other men and immediately think ‘oh I should try that’!” Dorian pushed himself off the wall and turned around to face you. You felt small under his venomous gaze. “I’m just a pretty test subject. What I feel doesn’t matter, does it? As long as that little itch of curiosity gets scratched. I really thought you were a better man, Ama…” He corrected himself, your name never spoken before with such contempt. “People like you disgust me.”

You wanted to explain yourself, scream that is was nothing like that, but you couldn’t say a thing; words clogged up your throat. Dorian drew his own conclusions from your silence and turned away, walking back to the library with his head held high. You watched his back. Each step he took separated you further from the piece of your soul he still carried with him. You could not see the thick tears that stained the necromancer’s cheeks. You could not feel how his heart ached, how old wounds started bleeding once more. All you could perceive was the way your chest felt hollow where Dorian was supposed to be your brother in arms until your last breath. You didn’t know how long you stood there, but you decided against going through the library and left the wall via another route. Perhaps one day, you could mend things, but sometimes wounds needed to bleed clean, before one could bandage them up.

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haetrack · 2 months

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mark getting off on facetime anon here… i did in fact go straight to sleep after sending that LMAO. i’m actually the same anon who wanted to skip her lab a couple days ago 😭😭 WHICH I DID GO TO BTW DW 🫡 while i’m here, can i be 🌱 anon!

ANYWAY IM SO HAPPY PPL ACTUALLY ENJOYED IT, it was def an unprovoked hard thought i had, so it felt kinda messy. but i don’t write on here, (as of yet🫣) i’ve had this big 3 parter fic in my google docs planned out but i’ve been writing the first part for like a year now and only touch it like every four months. maybe one day i’ll finish up my fic and expose myself🧍‍♂️

which is why i genuinely have so much respect for u guys that write on here frequently, ik everyone’s got lives outside of this and the fact that u guys make time to write for urselves and also us readers is so cool (like writing our requests!! i love that writers on here are able to create something for ppl who have such amazing ideas but don’t write). this is just me confessing my undying love to all the tumblr writers out there, i come here to escape and u guys never fail me 🫶🫶 mwah

HIII OH MY GODDD of course u can be 🌱 anon

this is so crazy i hope ur lab went well… u are so much better than all of us…

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hellcatinnc · 2 months

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BSD Men On Spoiling You For Valentine's Day

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, baths, gifts, jewelry, love, rose petals, roses, flowers, valentine's, valentine's day, vday, plushies, wine, romance, romantic, dancing, candles, sweets, cookies, brownies, waffles, breakfast in bed

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What these men would do for you to show you that you are loved and cared for. They will show you what its like to be cherished on Valentine's Day.

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Dazai

He can't be asked to do alot but thats because he is still planning out when you two can confess your undying love for each other as you commit double suicide

Bottle of wine and multicolor roses just so he can be different than most people

A smartass shark plushie that he saw in the store and had to get for you says "I chews you"

Big heart with lots of chocolates in it that he will feed to you one by one just to see if you will lick the chocolate off his fingers after while he has a big grin on his face

He will cuddle you until he falls asleep right between your breast

He will annoyingly walk around all day saying "I love you Bella or I love you Bella Donna" until your so tired of hearing it but its still sweet

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Chuuya

Bubble bath with wine and candles for two... he will wash your back and kiss every fluffy suds away from your shoulders. His hands might wander a bit so be prepared

Rose petals across the bed, champagne cold in a bucket

He will give you a nice long massage from head to toe.. again he will get handsy

he loves to take you out on the balcony of your apartment turn some love songs down softly and hold you in his arms

He got you 2 dozen roses, a valentines day balloon and a cute stuffed teddy bear. He bought as a sweet vday set from the florist

Brings out the kissing game for better intimacy with his favorite girl

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Atsushi

He never has alot of money to work with but he saved up for this night. He may not can afford as much as everyone else but he got a $10 cake from the bakery

Got a bouquet of teddy bears instead of flowers because they last longer so he gets more for his money

Candles he bought at the dollar store

Fake rose petals to give a romantic look to the bedroom

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Ranpo

He makes lots of cookies and cupcakes with you then helps you eat them all

Plushies for milk and donuts that says "Donut Let Me Go"

He gets you a cute floral set that says just what he feels "He is Sweet On You"

He will kiss you on the lips a thousand times in the day because you will taste as sweet as the snacks you have been eating

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Kunikida

He starts your day with heart shaped eggs and croissants. Expresso coffee with custom whipped milk and deco of a heart

Rose petals laid across the floor leading from the bedroom to the bathroom for your bath

A bottle of dark red wine awaits with preserved roses at its side

Nice hot bath with votive candles to light the room up. He won't stand around and stare after he gets the bath poured he steps out until your done

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Akutagawa

Got you a cute little kitten plushie with you in mind since you are his kitten

Feathered dark red rose set in basket. It gives off a darker hue than most arrangements but also very unique just like him.

Yes he did it he got matching shirts he wears under his jacket that says senpai on it and the other yours kohai. Its not exact like if it was my queen or king but he is trying to warm up and not be so cold so bare with him

He will eventually will show more his romantic side but settle the night in his arms as he reads to you one of his favorite books.

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Sigma

Makes sure you have lovely flowers just as lovely as you are

He made sure you had a heart with chocolates in it he actually enjoys watching you eat them. Something about the cute face you make when you eating chocolate

He wakes you with his all famous waffles he makes but he makes them pink with strawberry flavoring and some strawberries on top.

He brings your breakfast in bed and offers to even feed it to you if you like

He will cook you your favorite meal that even because this man may not say it but he can cook pretty well.

Bottle of champagne and a hot bath to soak in he has you covered. He won't disturb you in the bath he will just gladly sit down on the floor refilling your champagne as you need it and enjoying time just being intimate and talking to you

He will read to you as you cuddle in his arms in bed

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Tachihara

makes you brownies that say be mine on them and xoxo

buys you a heart metal trinket box

a beautiful heart shaped stone ring with customize your name with his on the inside

lilies and roses with a cute stuffed teddy bear sprayed with his cologne. shhh don't tell anyone he did that he will deny it

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sounds so pretty when you beg. (5/?)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (this is part 5 of this series!)

warnings: cursing, fighting, angst, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.9k

a/n: i’m so sorry i’m posting this so late. this is 18 pages of angst and pure filth. I didn’t know how to stop. forgive me, for i have fucking sinned. if you don’t like smut or sexual content is not for you, please feel free to skip this part! I am so grateful for all the kind words and responses to this series (which I will eventually name). as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

tags: @uraveragequeer @rosaline-black @willowss055 @lovsersclub @bellegirl16 @boeutiful

My mom had told the school that I had come down with the flu. I spent the majority of the past few days in bed, wallowing in my own self pity. I didn’t want to think about what had happened. I didn’t want to think about him. I re-read the books on my shelves that I had already read a thousand times. I watched sappy romantic comedies, crying over a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream wondering, why can’t that be me? When was it my turn for everything to work out by the end?

I thought about how if my life was a John Hughes film, this would be the part where Eddie realized he was wrong and showed up in the pouring rain to confess his undying love for me. Or more likely, when I finally returned to school, he would stand on one of the cafeteria tables and shout it for the whole student body to hear. We would exchange passionate climatic monologues, he would grab my face and kiss me, the entire school would cheer for us, and the credits would roll with an impeccable soundtrack. But unfortunately, my life was nothing even close to a John Hughes film.

The only person I had even spoken to lately was Nancy. She called about twice a day to check on me, and stopped by to drop off my homework and assignments. She was the first person I called after everything happened. She immediately rushed over, held onto my hand as I fought through choked sobs to speak, and gently brushed my tears away. Nancy was always a good listener, and she had a calming effect on people. I always felt at ease in her company. She’d had her own fairshare of heartbreak and knew exactly what to say.

My mom knew for a fact I wasn’t sick, but she didn’t press it. She had attempted to get me to open up several times about what was really going on, but I told her I was just stressed out from school and college applications and needed a break. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my mom, we were actually pretty close. She had me when she was my age, which created an interesting dynamic for us. Often times, I felt like I was the parent. A carefree woman had created a very careful daughter. It always felt like we were growing up together.

I just didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t trust my mom’s advice when it came to boys. She was a bit of a..incurable romantic, currently looking for husband number three. The first time I told her I had a boyfriend, she completely freaked out. I had never even voiced an interest in boys before. She shifted between excitement, telling me how happy she was, wanting to know every single detail about him and how cute he was, to panicking and rushing to schedule me an appointment to get on birth control while giving me the most detailed story about my birth that I never ever wanted to hear. By the time I got her to settle down, I had whiplash.

She was currently dashing around to get ready for a date with some guy named Tom. Or..Todd. Tim? Definitely something with a “T”.

“Does this look okay?”

“You look great.”

“You said that about the past four outfits.”

“Well, they all looked great. Everything looks great on you.”

It was true. Everything looked great on my mom. She was one of those people that was annoyingly beautiful. Everytime I had friends over, or had a partner come over to study, they gushed about how “hot” my mom was. Most people didn’t even believe she was my mom. They all insisted we were sisters. It is extremely hard, and awkward, to try your hand at dating when everyone is more attracted to your mom than you.

“Alright, I’m off. There’s money on the counter for food. Are you sure you’re gonna be okay honey? I can stay if you need me too. Or, maybe Nancy and Robin could come over?”

“I’ll be fine, mom. Have fun with Tom.”

“His name is John, Y/N.”

Wow, I was way off.

“Sure, have fun. Don’t stay out too late, you know your curfew.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I’ll be home by eleven. And you..don’t drink all my wine. If you’re gonna have a glass, save some for me. Don’t be stingy.”

I had thought about calling Nancy or Robin, but it was Saturday night, and I knew they had plans. I didn’t want to ruin their evening. Not that they wouldn’t come if I asked, I just..wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone. I didn’t want anyone staring at me like a wounded animal, choosing their words carefully and walking on eggshells like I would break at any moment if they said the wrong thing. I didn’t mind being alone.

I’d decided to start my John Hughes marathon back up with The Breakfast Club and popped the tape into the VCR. It was one of my favorite movies of all time. Although this time around, I found myself paying more attention to Bender than usual. My eyes normally lingered on Anthony Michael Hall, but suddenly Judd Nelson was very captivating. Was he that attractive last time I watched this? I was a good thirty minutes into the movie when I had an epiphany on why I was so enraptured with him. He reminded me of Eddie. God, what is with me and long haired brunette drug dealing delinquents?

As I began to question my troubling taste in guys, there were three loud knocks that sounded against my front door. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at the clock in the kitchen. It had only been about an hour since my mom had left. Was the date that bad? Impatient knocks quickly turned into an even more impatient pounding of a fist against the hard wood repeatedly. I groaned as I sat my ice cream down and tossed my spoon onto the coffee table. Irritation spread like wildfire throughout my veins and I stomped over towards the front door. Was a relaxing, quiet and peaceful evening too much to ask?

“My God mom, you have a key for a reason! I swear to everything if you lost yours again I am going to ground you into next-”

As soon as I had furiously whipped the door open, I instantly slammed it shut.

Nope.

I spun on my heel and marched directly back towards the living room, hearing the sound of the front door opening and shutting again with a little less force.

“Do you greet everyone like that, sunshine?”

“Go away, Eddie.”

“Look I came over for a very different reason, but now I gotta know why you’re the one doing the grounding around here. How does that even work? I mean does your mom-”

“What do you want, Munson?”

I flung the remote onto the couch after pausing the movie, crossing my arms over my chest and glared across the room at Eddie. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his ramblings. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him in general. He stared at me for a moment, his lips parted, and wrung his hands slowly in front of his stomach. The only time Eddie was ever quiet was when he was unsure of himself. He awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck and gestured towards me.

“I..uh..I wanted to check on you.”

“You wanted to check on me?”

“Yeah..well ya’know..you uh..haven’t been to school in a few days.”

“I’m sick.”

“Sick..right. Practically on your deathbed.”

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle Eddie smiling at me with those stupid dimples and cracking jokes like nothing had happened between us. Anger bubbled inside me at how casual he was being, like he hadn’t practically ripped my heart out of my chest mere days ago. I clenched my fists and stormed into the kitchen, picking up the phone and aggressively dialing the number I knew without a doubt would make him go away.

“Look I just-wait, who are you calling?”

“Jason.”

“What?! Why?!

“Figured if I tell him Eddie Munson let himself into my house and won’t leave, he’ll come running. You know, since that seems to be his new thing.”

Eddie frantically reached out to pull the phone’s cord out of the jack and stood in front of the wall guarding it. He held his hands up in surrender and let his plump lips settle into a thin line. I sent a death glare up at him as the line went dead, slamming the phone against the hook.

“Give it back.”

“Just give me five minutes. Please? Five minutes, that’s all. Then you can tell me to fuck off and kick me out.”

Even though Eddie’s mouth was fixated into a frown, there was a soft pleading expression gleaming in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him in several days. I had tried my hardest not to think about him, but no matter what I did, he was there. As much as I tried to fight it, he still invaded my dreams and weaved his way into my subconscious thoughts. It felt like I was being haunted.

Sensing the falter in my fury, Eddie took a bold step forward towards me, his hands still held up in surrender like I would change my mind and attack at any moment. His scent wrapped around me and further eroded my resolve. He was magnetic, and I felt myself being drawn in closer. God, giving in would be so easy. I could just rush forward and grab onto him, let him wrap his arms around me and hold me close, whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We could just forget everything and go back to normal. It could be so easy.

But then the memory of Eddie’s vicious words and the way he had looked at me flashed in my brain, and every thought about giving in went up in flames. My heart crumbled all over again, and anger once again found a home within me. I took a step back and looked up at him with a deep scowl, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Two minutes. I have a date with Anthony Michael Hall and you’re ruining it.”

“I thought you didn’t like blonde, blue-eyed jocks.”

“First of all, Anthony Michael Hall never plays the jock. He’s always the sweet nerd who should get the girl. Second of all, I never said that wasn’t my type, just that Jason Carver wasn’t. Is this really what you want to talk about right now? Cause you’re down to a minute and thirty seconds, Munson.”

“Jesus, remind me never to piss you off again. I miss the nice, sweet Y/N.”

“Well I miss the Eddie Munson who wasn’t a complete and total dick to me.”

I hadn’t meant to sound so emotional, or yell at him, but all of the feelings I had been avoiding the past couple of days had come back full force the second I saw his face on the other side of the door. Eddie winced at my words, bowing his head in shame and letting out a deep sigh. He screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his other hand on his hip.

“I..I know. I..look, about what I said the other day-”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Mrs. O’Donnell keeps giving you those extra credit assignments so you can pass all on your own without me. I’ll tell her that everything was all my fault and that I failed you. And then I’ll tell Principal Higgins the fight was because of me so you don’t get in trouble and still get to graduate. I’ll make sure everyone knows that everything was all my fault and I’m the one who ruined everything.”

I don’t know at what part I started crying, but suddenly I felt wetness on my cheeks and noticed my vision had gone blurry. All of the pain I felt in the tutoring center was spreading everywhere again. I couldn’t hear anything but Eddie’s cruel words over and over in my head. My chest felt tight and I was completely overwhelmed. I barely registered the feeling of Eddie’s large hands on my cheeks.

“Hey hey, no no no no no. Please..please don’t cry Y/N. I’m..fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry sweetheart. Please don’t cry. C’mere.”

I braced my palms against his chest when he tried to pull me in closer, frantically shaking my head. I couldn’t be near him. I couldn’t give into him. I needed to know why.

“You..you were so mean to me, Eddie. No one..has ever spoken to me like that..and you are the last person that I ever thought would. How could you say those things to me? And just..leave me there like that? I..I thought..I thought that you-”

“Y/N..”

“I just didn’t want you to get in trouble, Eddie! I didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t graduate. I didn’t want you to hate me for that.”

“Hate you? Angel, no. I could never hate you. Never. Hey, look at me.”

I shook my head slowly as I sat down on the couch, wrapping my arms around myself. I couldn’t look at him. I’d lose it all over again. I couldn’t see the hurt on his face. The frown on his lips. I’d just want to lean in and kiss it all away. Eddie sighed as he kneeled down in front of me and cautiously placed his hands on my bare thighs. If this were any other situation, I would be fucking elated that he was touching me like this. I would probably be a pathetic mess.

“Sweetheart..please. Please look at me.”

His voice sounded broken, like he was on the verge of tears. God, how many times could my heart break in one sitting? I focused on the rings on his fingers instead, taking a moment to savor every detail of them in case this was it. The last time I would ever be this close to Eddie Munson. I noticed a light tear on the cuff of his leather jacket, a small split in the worn fabric above his wrist. The metal of the chain dangling from it felt cold against my thigh. His thumb was drawing faint circles above my knee. His skin was always so warm against mine. I had missed his touch so much. Eddie gingerly reached out to hook his index finger under my chin and I slowly lifted my head to find him staring at me, the ghost of a smile forming over his lips.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl.”

My pretty girl.

“Eddie.”

I hadn’t meant for it to come out as a whimper. I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded so small, so weak.

“Please..please just hear me out, okay? Because if I don’t say this now, I don’t know if I ever will. I..I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I’m so fucking sorry that I was such an asshole to you that day. I just..I didn’t understand why you were mad at me for defending you and then you..you said I wasn’t your boyfriend and that wasn’t my job and I..fuck that just..sucked. Because..”

“Because?”

“Because I want to be.”

“Want to be what?”

Eddie stared at me for a moment, that unreadable expression coating his face again. His eyes seemed to be searching mine for something. I desperately wanted to know what it was. I wanted to know what answer he was looking for, and what he wanted. I would give him anything.

“Your boyfriend.”

All of the oxygen that was in my lungs seemed to be knocked out with just those two little words. I found myself struggling to wrap my head around them. My brain refused to accept what Eddie had just said. Surely, I had heard him wrong. He must have said something else, and my brain just had a sick sense of humor. There was no way he just said that.

“You..w-what?”

“Do you remember what we were talking about before Carver interrupted?”

I had been so focused on the terrible events of that day, I hadn’t thought about the better moments. I had almost forgotten that Eddie had held me against his chest, had smiled at me with those dimples I love and showed off his hard work. He looked so proud, and I was so proud of him. I remember him telling me our tutoring session was off Friday after school..I remember him looking nervous..he was trying to ask me something. What was it?

“You..you were going to ask me something.”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, his thumb still drawing invisible portraits on my thigh. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a timid smile appearing on his mouth.

“I was going to ask you on a date.”

Fuck Jason Carver. Fuck him and his stupid ego and his stupid beliefs and his stupid sense of entitlement and his stupid friends that ruin everything. The sadness that lingered in my bones all at once ignited into rage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?

Eddie’s eyebrows raised significantly as his mouth fell open, eyes as wide as I had ever seen them. He was clearly shocked by my outburst.

“You mean to tell me that if Jason had just minded his own business, you were going to ask me out on a date, and my perfect attendance wouldn’t have been ruined?”

“Um..yes?”

I couldn’t see anything other than red. All of this..everything that had transpired, was all because of Jason fucking Carver. If he hadn’t placed some predatory claim over me, I could have been hanging out with Eddie and his friends everyday at lunch. I could’ve tutored him somewhere else that wasn’t under the protection of our feared librarian. Eddie Munson would have asked me out on a date. I wouldn’t have missed school. Eddie Munson and I would be dating right now. He would have kissed me, and I would have let him. I probably would have let him do anything to me. But all of that was ruined by Jason fucking Carver.

“I’m sorry, did you just..say ‘fuck’?”

“Shut it, Munson. You’re still on my shit list.”

“Since when do you swear so much?”

“Eddie, I swear to-”

“I’m not complaining. It’s actually kind of hot.”

My threats died on my tongue as soon as those plump lips of his curled into a wicked smirk. I felt dizzy from the whiplash of all the emotions I had been processing since Eddie walked through my front door. I’m pretty sure I went through the five stages of grief in about thirty seconds.

“So..does this mean you forgive me?”

“Maybe.”

“I can work with maybe. Now that that’s settled, can we talk about the fact that you’re not wearing pants?”

There was a wolfish grin stretched wide across his mouth, and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I was suddenly painfully aware that the only articles of clothing I had on were an oversized tshirt, panties, and a fuzzy pair of bunny slippers.

“I..I w-wasn’t expecting company.”

“I like the slippers. They’re a nice touch.”

I thought I was going to faint. Eddie Munson was on his knees, between my thighs, and his large hands were touching my bare skin. If he moved his hands up any higher, my lower half would be completely exposed. My skin burned under his touch and my breathing became a little erratic.

“You’re awfully quiet now all of a sudden. Not mad at me anymore?”

“I..um..”

“Words, angel. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

Eddie was staring at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. It made me shiver under his gaze. I couldn’t help myself from glancing between his large hands and his plump lips. They were so close. So close to where I wanted them.

Eddie raised one of his hands up to my mouth, gingerly swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. My lips parted as he gently grasped my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I..I don’t know what to say.”

My brain had completely shut down. I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t focus on anything other than Eddie’s touch and the way he was staring at me.

“How about you answer a question for me then, yeah? Can you do that for me?”

I nodded my head as I stared into his deep brown eyes. I didn’t trust myself to even attempt to speak. I’m pretty sure it would have come out as babbling, incoherent nonsense.

“What would you have said?”

“Huh?”

“If I had gotten to ask you out on that date. What would’ve been your answer?”

I hesitated only for a second. Because I knew my answer. But I also knew that once I said it, things would never go back to being the same between us. The invisible line we danced around would vanish. We couldn’t pretend or deny if we both confessed. We could never go back. But all at once, I didn’t give a single fuck.

“Yes.”

My cheeks flamed as soon as I blurted that word out. The room immediately felt entirely too hot and too small, and if Eddie kept looking at me like that, I was sure I was going to combust. I could feel wetness pooling between my thighs with a vengeance. I shifted in my spot and pressed my thighs together tightly, which did not go unnoticed by Eddie. He gripped both of my thighs in his large hands gently, leaning in slowly until our faces were less than a centimeter apart.

I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face. He was so close. If I moved even slightly, our lips would touch. I was overcome with desire, and I searched my body for even an ounce of confidence to grab a small fistful of his shirt. I wanted him. I didn’t care if Jason Carver didn’t like it. I didn’t care if the whole school called me a cult apologist. I didn’t care if the town labeled me just another freak. I wanted Eddie Munson, and I wasn’t going to let anything else get in the fucking way.

“Eddie..”

My voice came out in a breathy whine that I didn’t even recognize. I sounded so needy, and I didn’t even care. I didn’t feel any shame whatsoever. Eddie’s hands traveled up my thighs, grabbing onto my hips through the thin material of my shirt and nudged his nose against mine.

“What is it angel?

“Please..please kiss me.”

“Sound so pretty when you beg, sweet girl.”

Eddie wasted no time crashing his lips against mine and I moaned at how good it felt. His lips were so much softer than I ever imagined. I tugged him impossibly closer by my grip on his shirt, inviting him even further in between my thighs. I had never been kissed like this before. Every nerve ending was standing on full alert and I swore I could see fireworks erupting behind my eyelids. Eddie gripped onto the back of my head, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip asking silently for permission to go further.

I greedily accepted his tongue into my mouth and allowed him to take control. He tasted like mint, and something else that I could only assume was weed. I was intoxicated by him. I never wanted to stop kissing him, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I reluctantly pulled away to catch my breath, panting as I stared up at Eddie through heavy lids.

“Fuck..you have no idea what you do to me sweetheart.”

“Show me.”

There was a low growl that sounded in the back of Eddie’s throat at my words. His normally sweet brown eyes were now almost completely black with lust. I gripped at the hem of my shirt that had ridden up my thighs, wringing it in anticipation.

“Jesus sweetheart..you can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna cream my fucking pants.”

I giggled softly, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth at Eddie’s groan. I carefully moved to sit on my knees on the couch in front of him. Even with him on his knees on the floor in front of me, I still had to look up at him. I slowly reached out with shaky hands to grab the collar of his jacket, steadily pushing it over his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his arms. Eddie clenched his fists at his sides, swallowing thickly as he looked at me.

“What are you doing baby?”

“I..I want you to show me..things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Um..like..what I do to you?”

“Y/N..”

“I wanna show you too.”

Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he stared at me, lips parted in complete surprise.

“Show me?”

“W-what you..do to me too.”

Eddie was completely silent for a moment and I started to panic that I had maybe taken things a bit to far. I tucked my hair behind my ears and sat back on my heels, staring down at my hands as I avoided his gaze.

“I..we don’t have to..I mean only if..i-if you want to. I just thought..”

“If I want to? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus Christ sweetheart, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw your cute little ass in the tutoring center.”

Eddie placed his large hands on either side of my thighs, leaning in to brush his nose against mine once again. His eyes had returned to their normal deep chocolate hue. His attention shifted between my eyes and my lips.

“Look I just..I don’t want you to think that’s why I’m here. I wasn’t expecting anything, I mean I certainly wasn’t fucking expecting this. I don’t expect anything from you, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I like you, Y/N. So fucking much. And for whatever fucking reason, you seem to like me back. I’m not even going to get into that because I don’t think I will ever be able to understand what the fuck I did so right that I landed you but..that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me. I’m happy just to get to hold your fucking hand, okay? So don’t feel..ya’know..pressured or anything.”

My heart swelled with adoration at Eddie’s words. They only made my desire for him grow even stronger. He was such a stark contrast to the last guy I dated, not just in demeanor and outwardly appearance, but in the way he treated me. My ex used to always try to pressure me into doing things I wasn’t ready for, and made me feel like some frigid prude. I wasn’t opposed to sex, I certainly wasn’t saving myself for marriage, I just never felt the desire like I do for Eddie. I never felt uncomfortable with him, and him telling me that I was all he wanted only made me want him even more. I gently grabbed his large hand and smiled softly.

“I know. But I..I want to. I just..don’t know how.”

“Don’t know how what, baby?”

“Um..everything, I guess? I..I’ve only ever kissed a boy before..and it wasn’t anything like that.”

Eddie beamed at my statement that had clearly stroked his ego. He didn’t tease or make fun of the fact that I was a virgin. He cupped my face in one of his large hands, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone as he lightly squeezed my hand that he was holding.

“How about this, you tell me when you’re ready and what for, and I’ll teach you. We won’t do anything unless you say so. You hold all the power here, pretty girl. And the second you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, we stop. No questions asked. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to my lips, standing from his kneeled position and plopped down next to me on the couch. He was in the middle of kicking off his sneakers when I rushed out my first request.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ-are you trying to kill me?!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie whipped his head around to stare at me incredulously, his foot hanging halfway out of his shoe.

“You said to tell you what I was ready for and when.”

“Well..yeah but..fuck, right now?”

“I mean..I’m kind of..”

“Kind of what?”

“Why don’t you feel for yourself?”

I wasn’t sure where my boldness was coming from. I don’t know if I was just so turned on and aching to be touched I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, or if it was knowing that Eddie wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I reached for one of his large hands and guided it in between my thighs, pressing his palm against the front of my panties. I sighed at the contact, knowing he could feel the heat from the fire roaring down there.

“Oh my fucking God.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his lips parting in a shaky breath. The cold metal of his rings felt so nice against my heated skin.

“Is this..just from kissing?”

“I..you’re a really good kisser.”

I blushed profusely as I stared down at where his hand was between my thighs. Eddie leaned in closer, gently grabbing my face and turning it to face him. That lust blown look was in his eyes again.

“You swear this is what you what?”

I nodded my head slowly, leaning in closer to try and capture his lips.

“Uh uh. I need words, sweetheart. Be a good girl and use your words.”

Good girl. Those two simple words went straight to my core and I audibly gasped. Eddie clenched his jaw at my reaction, his eyes locked on mine. There was a wicked smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

“I..I want this Eddie. I swear.”

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much? Promise?”

“I promise.”

Something switched inside Eddie. Those little words of confirmation were all he needed. His large hands gripped onto my hips and without warning lifted my body over onto his lap. No one had ever manhandled me like that before and God did I love it. Eddie pulled me closer on his lap, causing the rough denim of his jeans to brush against my panties. I let out a soft moan at the contact, shyly smacking my hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Let me hear it, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

Eddie surged forward and attached his lips against my neck. I gripped onto his shoulders, tilting my head back to grant him more access. He trailed his tongue from the shell of my ear down to my collarbone, nipping at the skin lightly. I involuntarily ground my hips down against Eddie’s lap at the sensation, causing his grip to tighten on my hips.

“Fuck..do that again.”

Eddie’s words of encouragement flooded me with a new found confidence as I started to languidly move my hips against his. The moans that came from his mouth were like fucking music to my ears. I could feel him getting hard beneath me, which filled me with a sense of pride and power I had never felt before. I shifted my hips so that when I moved, his bulge pressed directly against my clit. I stuttered only for a moment, a louder more sinful moan falling from my hips. Eddie’s grip kept me from moving any further.

“Fuck..if you-if you keep doing that, and keep making those pretty fucking noises, I’m not going to last. This is about you sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”

“But I do feel good, Eddie. This feels so good.”

“I can make it better.”

Eddie slipped his fingers under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs slowly over my hip bones. His lips were red and swollen, slightly glistening from his assault on my lips and neck. He lightly brushed his nose against mine before looking into my eyes.

“Can I take this off, sweet girl?”

I lifted my hands into the air, allowing Eddie to tug my shirt over my head and toss it into the floor. Even though my body felt like it was on fire, my nipples instantly hardened at the change in temperature. Eddie leaned back against the couch, drinking in the sight of my exposed body. The corners of his lips perked up into a grin as he brushed his knuckle over my panties.

“I like these.”

My face flamed as I looked down. My panties were soft cotton and white with dozens of little blue butterflies on them. It was almost funny seeing Eddie’s large ring-clad hand hovering over them.

“These are exactly what I imagined you wearing.”

“You imagined my panties?”

“Among other things.”

Eddie’s gaze was daunting. A moment of self consciousness sneaked its way into my mind, but as I went to cover myself, Eddie darted out to grab onto my wrists.

“Don’t ever do that. Don’t hide from me. I wanna see you, all of you.”

Eddie leaned in to press gentle kisses all over my chest, across my collarbones, the tops of my shoulders, down the swell of my breasts. His hands came up to cup them, giving a gentle squeeze as one of his thumbs brushed against my nipple. I gripped onto his bicep and gasped. Eddie took the hint and latched his mouth onto my other nipple, swirling his warm tongue around the sensitive bud. He bit down ever so gently and tugged softly. I let my head fall back, arching my chest further into his face. His mouth felt so good and I got so lost in wondering how good it would feel on my cunt.

I was so wrapped up in pleasure I almost didn’t notice one of his hands had trailed down my stomach until I felt his thumb brushing against my clit through my panties. I jolted further into his arms at the sensation, a louder moan escaping past my lips.

“Easy, baby. I got you. Raise up for a second.”

I followed Eddie’s orders, holding onto his shoulders for support as I lifted my body. He gingerly pushed my panties over my hips and down my thighs, managing to remove them completely. He balled them up into his fist and looked at me with the most sinful grin on his lips.

“I’m so fucking keeping these.”

Before I had a chance to protest, Eddie ran his index finger along the slickness between my thighs. I gasped when his knuckle brushed against my clit, subconsciously bucking my hips against his hand. Eddie gripped onto my hip and eyed me sternly, a silent order to be still. He stared down between us in wonder, circling his thumb languidly around my sensitive clit.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. So fucking wet, and all for me. Such a pretty girl for me. Aren’t you? My pretty girl.”

Eddie eased one of his long fingers inside me, eyes trained on my face to see my reactions. He continued to brush his knuckle over my clit as he began to pump his finger slowly, curling it upwards every so often. As much as I loved how careful Eddie was trying to be with me, and how dedicated he was trying to learn my body and what I liked, I needed more.

“Eddie..please..”

“Please what, angel? Tell me what you need.”

“More..please. I need more.”

Eddie easily slipped another finger inside of me. I could hear how easily his fingers were disappearing inside my pussy. It was becoming so difficult to stay still when all I wanted to do was ride his fingers. I could feel the band inside me starting to stretch. That burning feeling was bubbling in my lower belly, growing stronger and stronger. I was getting close, as long as he would just keep touching me there.

“Fuck Eddie..please..wanna move..”

“Does my sweet girl wanna ride on my fingers?”

“Yes..please..please Eddie..”

“Fuck I love how sweet you sound when you beg. Sweetest fucking thing I ever heard. Goes straight to my cock, baby. Go ahead, angel. Use my fingers.”

I gripped onto Eddie’s shoulders to steady myself, beginning to rock my hips in tune with the rhythm that Eddie set with his fingers. I pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes as I tried to focus on how good this felt. I wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Eddie..”

“I know baby, I know. I’m right here. I got you. Let go pretty girl, it’s okay. Let go for me. Come on my fingers angel.”

My hips stuttered when I felt that band snap. A cacophony of moans of Eddie’s name fell over and over from my lips as my release crashed over me like a tsunami. It completely racked throughout my body and had sent me into another plane of existence. Eddie’s voice sounded light years away as he whispered into my ear. I jolted due to sensitivity when Eddie removed his fingers from inside me, letting out soft whimpers of protest.

Eddie brushed the hair away from my face that stuck to my sweaty forehead. I tried to catch my breath, but it felt like I had just ran a fucking marathon. I could faintly hear Eddie laughing as he brushed his thumb along my cheek.

“Hey, you alright? Still with me sweet girl?”

I slowly opened my eyes when I felt like I was back inside my body. Eddie was staring at me with a goofy grin on his lips. His smile was infectious. I felt my own lips tugging into a wide smile.

“There she is.”

“Hi.”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

A deep laugh ripped through Eddie’s chest as he threw his head back, letting his body rest against the cushions. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me, lightly tapping his index finger against my nose.

“Good, then I did my job right. Forgive me yet?”

“You are thoroughly forgiven.”

I brushed the rest of my hair away from my face. My thighs felt shaky, and I was certain if I tried to stand up I would fall straight on my ass. My eyes suddenly focused on the handcuffs on Eddie’s belt. I was completely exhausted from my mind-blowing orgasm, but I wanted to make him feel good too. As I reached out to grab onto his belt, Eddie quickly grabbed onto my wrist to halt my actions.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I..w-what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, angel.”

“But..but you were-”

“I’m okay, really.”

My lips settled into a frown as I looked at Eddie, crossing my arms over my chest with a defiant pout.

“That’s not fair.”

Eddie shook his head and chuckled, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss each of my knuckles gently.

“Next time, if you really want to. Alright?”

“But what about right now?”

“There’s..uh..nothing to uh..take care of, so to speak, at the moment.”

My brows furrowed in puzzlement at Eddie’s words. There was a twinge of pink coating the tops of his cheeks, and he was suddenly looking everywhere but me. I glanced down between our bodies to see that the tent that had formed previously was now gone. Even though his jeans were black, I could see a faint darker patch on the denim covering his crotch. I looked up to find a bashful Eddie staring at me expectantly, and it clicked.

“Wait..did you-”

“Give me a break, alright. Can you fucking blame me? I had the prettiest girl in all of Indiana moaning my name and coming all over my fingers.”

I giggled as Eddie huffed in annoyance, leaning in to cut off his grumbles with a soft kiss. I brushed his wild curls away from his face when we pulled apart, looking into his beautiful brown eyes with a content smile.

“That was..amazing. Thank you, Eddie.”

“Oh no, thank you. I’m saving that image of you for later.”

“Eddie!”

“What?”

I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. I didn’t know if I had ever smiled this much in my entire life. I just felt so..happy. I took one of his large hands and intertwined our fingers, repeating his actions from earlier and pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles.

“So..about that date.”

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