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💕Now You See Me Part Three💕
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Summary: You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks, just a little clueless and maybe a bit careless, and with zero filter Eddie’s crush begins almost instantly.
Because Eddie sees you… He sees you for you, and the minute you stumble into his garage at work, asking him to fix your bike he knows he has you wrapped around his finger and he’ll do everything and anything to get what he wants.
Warnings: perv!eddie, he’s gross, he touches, he sneaks peeks, probably some coercion, will lead to smut but everything reader does is consensual, “innocent” reader, fem!reader, slight little reader, slight age regression?actions traded for Eddie’s labor on the bike, alright were adding a piss kink warning to this, daddy!Eddie, implied subspace/littlespace (will update as I go)
💕Part Three💕
Eddie is all soft touches and gentle words while he helps you into his van to take you home. He stands on the step of the passenger side to help buckle you in, kissing you on the forehead before stepping down to round the front of the car. He plays music but keeps it quiet, and when you tenderly lean over to grab his hand his breath gets stuck in his chest and he has to clear his throat to play it off.
He lets you take his hand into your lap where you play with his thumb absentmindedly while looking out the window. Bare feet pulled up onto the seat, your knees up to your chest.
"Do you want me to take you to your place?" Eddie asks quietly.
"Yes please" you say quickly "B-but just for clothes... I-I want to stay with you for a bit longer if that's okay"
"Whatever you need princess" he says giving you a small smile.
He drives you to your small apartment just on the edge of Main Street, and doesn't ask questions about who pays for it while you're not working and you're thankful for it. You're in and out of your apartment in ten minutes, a backpack slung over your shoulder, and a baby pink stuffed animal clutched to your chest. A puppy, with a hot pink heart held in its mouth. You've also slipped on a pair of converse, the laces undone and Eddies hands tighten around the steering wheel while he watches you walk back to his van, hoping you don't trip over yourself.
"Sorry" you say bashfully, tugging your seatbelt back around you and across the stuffed animal in your lap.
"Both of you buckled up?" Eddie asks with a smile, and you blush, almost as pink as the stuffy. You nod and sink further into his passenger seat.
Eddies trailer looks as cozy and you would have expected, and even though it's small, it still looks like home. It's inviting, and none threatening, quite the opposite in appearance to the boy next to you.
"I don't know if you remember" Eddie starts while leading you up the few steps "I used to live with my uncle, but the old man is retired now, so I bought this piece of junk off of him, so I live alone, and wasn't exactly excepting a pretty girl over, so it's a bit messy"
You can tell he's a little nervous, and it makes you giggle, watching him zip around the living room quickly, attempting to collect as many clothing items, garbage, and anything else that's lying around before letting you settle in. "Okay my rooms this way if you wanna put your stuff in there?" he asks holding his hand out to you and squeezing yours it once while interlocking his fingers between your own and leads you down the short hallway to his room.
He starts kicking clothes out of the way, and hiding anything he doesn't think you should see but you don't focus on anything other than his bed. Crawling onto it and flopping down on your side while clutching your stuffed animal close to your chest. Your eyes close almost immediately but Eddie doesn't give you enough time to lull into a sleepy state before he's sat next to you with a hand on your hip.
"You up for a shower?" Eddie asks
"M'sleepy" you say with heavy lidded eyes, your voice is muffled from where your mouth is pressed against the stuffed bear.
"I bet you are sweet thing, but don't you want to get all cleaned up?" He tilts his head while he speaks, and the setting sun coming through his window filters through the strands of his hair like sheer curtains.
"I'm too floaty, I need to come back into my head first" you sigh, stretching your arms out over your head. "N'you made me horny"
He laughs through his nose. "I made you horny?" He said almost in disbelief.
"Obviously Munson" you said with an eye roll "I pissed myself in front of you, you think that's something I'd do for fun?"
"Could be" he shrugged, a sly smile that he tried to hide with a cough. "I don't know what you do in your spare time sweetheart"
"Bet you wish you did" you quipped with a smirk.
"Oh absolutely, but that's a conversation for a different time, c'mon up you get" he reaches for your elbow to tug you forward. You whine but let him pull you up into a sitting position. "Shower, and after I'll order food or something yeah?"
"Pizza?" you say with raised brows.
"If that's what you want then yes" he said with a smile.
"Okay fine, I'll go shower" you said with a pout and a sigh.
You grab a pair of the clean clothes you shoved into your backpack and your small bag of toiletries, hugging them to your chest as you brought them to the bathroom with you.
"There's clean towels on the shelf!" Eddie calls from the other side of the bathroom door.
You strip yourself of the coveralls Eddie dressed you in, but took a moment to smell the shirt he gave you back at the shop. Humming softly before bringing the material up and over your head, and reaching behind you to unclip your bra and slide the straps down your shoulders, pulling it from you and letting it fall onto the floor.
You showered quite quickly, washing your body with your peach scented body wash and maybe a little bit of Eddies just cause you could. With quick hands you reached down between your legs and rubbed softly at your clit. Eddie had gotten you so worked up, your poor clit had a heartbeat the entire drive back here, quite literally aching to be touched. It was hard to get farther than a few panting breaths, knowing Eddie was just on the other side of one of the two walls, waiting patiently for you to finish up. You didn't cum but it relieved a bit of the ache so it wasn't a complete loss.
Stepping out of the shower you dried yourself with one of the clean towels, dressing into a pair of comfy clothes that you had shoved in your bag. A simple pair of white undies with pink flowers all over them with, an old faded care bear shirt that was way too big for you but that only made it more comfy. A pair of pink shorts that felt like sweatpants and some mismatched socks.
When you got back to Eddies room, you crawled right back into his bed, pulling the thin sheet over you and bringing your stuffed dog back into his rightful place against your chest. Eddie knocked on the door frame of his room with one hand while covering his eyes with the other. "Are you decent?" he asked with a goofy smile plastered across his face.
"More than you'd like me to be" you teased. You felt a bit more in tune with yourself after showering, a little less brain fog.
He separated his fingers, peaking through them before entering his room. "I'm gunna shower now, super quick, and then we can figure out food, if that's cool?" he asked hesitantly.
You smiled. "I'm in no rush, take your time" snuggling deeper into his bed.
It made eddies heart skip and he coughed in an attempt to regain composure. "I put your clothes into the washing machine, I'll start it up when I'm out is that okay?"
"Course" again with your smile Eddies knees nearly buckled.
"Okay c-cool, I'll uh, be right back" he said turning on his heel, awkwardly too close to his door, bumping his shoulder on the way out with a small 'oof'
you giggled. "Oh! Um Eddie?" You called lightly, sitting up.
He rounded back to his room, eyebrow raised. "What's up?"
"You said I'd get a reward" Your voice was sweet, if not a little begging.
His whole demeanour changed when those words left your lips. He seemed to stand a little taller, a bit more stiff with his stance, like his movements were already planned before he made them. He made his way back over to you, pressing his palms flat onto his mattress, in front of you, making it dip from where he leaned into it.
"I did say that didn't I?" With his eyes somehow darker, they slowly roamed your body, focusing on your bare legs, exposed from where the blanket fell past your hips when you sat up. "What do you think it is?" he asked, voice low.
You giggled. "Something sexual probably" you said quietly.
"Do you want it to be something sexual?" his head tilted to the side, watching you.
You bit on your bottom lip. "Well see, I have this problem"
"Oh?" he questioningly.
"I'll um show you" you said shyly, crawling towards him until you were sat in front of him, legs hanging over the edge of his bed. He stood back up from his leaning position, staring down at you with those fucking eyes. "Okay but you have to close your eyes" your heart was beating heavily in your chest. You reached forward to grab one of his hands, playing with his rings shyly.
His left hand came up to brush hair away from your face, tucking some behind your ear before his thumb rubbed your cheek softly. "Why's that?"
"Cause it's embarrassing" you mumbled.
"Alright, I'll close em" he said while taking his hand back from your face, covering his eyes with it while you still held onto the other one.
With his eyes covered and his body turned from you slightly, you inhale, taking the hand you held in yours bringing it to the waistband of your shorts and slipping it down until his hand was met with your slick cunt.
His hand left his eyes quickly, looking down at you, holding his hand between your legs, exactly where you needed him.
"F-fuck" he stuttered. He began slowly sliding his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness. Your body jerked when the pads of his fingers bumped your clit.
"How long have you been like this?" Eddie asked quietly, lowering himself until he was on his knees in front of you, only removing his hand from your shorts to tug at them. Pulling them down your hips which you lifted quickly to help get them off. He didn't let you have time to get shy, hands going straight to your knees, pushing your legs apart and bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing light circles against it making you whimper.
"I asked you a question princess" he said looking up at you through thick lashes, thumb halting its movements while he waited for your response.
"Since-" you licked your lips. "Since I walked into your stupid shop" you let yourself fall back against his bed, covering your eyes with your hands as he continues his movements.
"Poor baby has been worked up all day hmm?" he says teasingly, kneeling onto his bed until he was laying on his side next to you. "Well this really is a problem isn't it?"
"Yeah" you breathed, a whine following quickly after when Eddies fingers pressed a little harder.
"How long has it been since someone else has touched you like this?" Eddie shifts closer to you, the rough fabric of his jeans on your thigh.
"Too long" You moan, head tipping back slightly.
"Well that's a damn shame" he removes his hand from between your legs, and doesn't miss the way you whine and look at him. "Patience is a virtue baby" Eddie teased.
You huffed, leaning up onto your elbows. "Patience might be a virtue, but I'm not religious, so please" You say reaching for his hand, pulling it right back to your cunt, sliding down until his fingers grazed your entrance, pushing his single digit inside of you slowly with the tips of your own "Please make me cum" you begged.
His finger slipped into you with little to no resistance, your body jerking on instinct, hips rolling on their own accord.
"Fucking hell sweetheart" Eddies eyes shot down, watching in awe as you fucked yourself on his finger. "Come here" he said in a rush, his free hand holding the back of your head to bring you closer to kiss. It was messy and wet, both fighting for something, teeth grazing lips with no intention until you couldn't focus on anything else but his hand.
"ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod" you moaned with each small bounce of your hips, with a squeak of a yelp tumbling from your lips when Eddies finger curled up into you.
"Yeah? That's the spot huh?" He was breathless, dick straining in his jeans, and he swore he could cum just from watching you alone, but he was far too greedy to let that happen. Kissing you harshly he removed his hand from you once more, frantically undoing his belt mumbling a "Fuck you're so sexy, fucking yourself on my fingers like that? Jesus Christ" he laughs.
"Eddie" you whined, tears rolling down your cheeks as you ran your hands up and over your own chest, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, looking for any sort of friction.
"I know baby I know, I just-" his hands are shaking when he finally gets his jeans down and off of his body, his boxers coming off directly after.
"I can't wait" he said coming back to you, hovering over you now with his dick in one head as he lined it up with your leaking entrance. "I need to be inside you, is that what you want? Want me to fill you up?" he slides his dip up and down, collecting your slick while he waits for you to answer. But all you can do is whimper and reach out for him, grabbing at any part of him you can when he leans over you more closely.
"You gotta tell me you want this" He asks again, seriousness in his voice, enough to peak through your foggy brain to tell you he needs your verbal consent before he continues.
"I do" you say holding onto his shoulders. "I- I need this, please Ed's I need you to fuck me"
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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter 2
(Click here to read chapter 1)
⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.
⛧Words: 2.5K
⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.
⛧Notes: Ask and you shall receive, my dears! You all asked me for a part two so here we go! Keep an eye out for my next fic because its time for some Alastor content! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and she deserve all the rainbows and cupcakes.
⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic
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As the soft rays of the morning sun seeped through the velvet curtains, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times, adjusting to the gentle light. Despite the room still cloaked in soothing darkness, you knew you were in Lucifer's room. It takes you a moment to recall last night's events. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and his arm around your midsection. You can feel your face get hotter with every detail you take in. He is comfortably curled up behind you sound asleep. He needs rest, you’re afraid to move a muscle and wake him. You look over at the clock on the wall, you both are extremely late for breakfast.
“...Shit.” You say under your breath. Lucifer begins to move slightly, he lets out a soft hum and holds you just a bit closer. You can’t tell if he’s awake or not, even though you truly did not want to get out of bed, it had to be done. You slowly sit up and turn around, you almost place your hand on his shoulder but you take a moment to admire his sweet sleeping face. Instead, you gently place your hand on his cheek. Lucifer’s eyes flutter open, he meets your gaze and gives you a sleepy smile.
“Good morning…” He says softly while holding your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek. You wanted to pull away, but his eyes made you want to just crawl back into his arms and go back to sleep.
“G-Good Morning, sir.” You stutter a little, Lucifer’s smile turns into a small smirk, he is amused by how flustered you are. He finally lets go and you try to compose yourself, but it's hard to do so when he looks so cute.
“I’ll go get some coffee, it looks like we slept in.” You finally break the spell he had on you and crawl out of his bed. When you leave, Lucifer immediately misses your presence close to him, having you next to him made a significant difference in his mood and sleep. It was the first time he’d felt the warmth of another person in a long time, and now that he’s had a taste, he wants more.
You head down the hall to your room, when you enter you quickly shut the door, thankful no one saw you. You get dressed in your uniform and head downstairs to the kitchen. While you made coffee, the staff were surprised to see you so late into the morning. You make up a quick excuse, stating you were not feeling well but you’re doing much better now so it's nothing to worry about.
You take two cups of coffee upstairs on a silver tray, and you do your best to mentally shift into work mode, but you can't stop thinking about last night. You return to his room, the king is still in bed, sporting a satisfied look on his face. You hand him his coffee and place the tray on the bedside table.
“Thank you, my dear.” He says and gestures for you to sit on the bed, so you take your cup from the tray and have a seat.
“I want to apologize.” You start, and he looks at you with a raised brow. “I shouldn't have fallen asleep in your quarters. That was inappropriate of me.”
“I’m gonna stop you there, you do exactly what is asked of you. Everything you do is for my benefit. I could never be upset with you for something like that.” He says with a gentle voice. His gold eyes soften as he realizes you’re being serious.
“Thank you…” You reply, just barely above a whisper. His words made you feel a little better, you only want to do what's best for your king…but sometimes you can get carried away. You would do anything for him, that includes bending the rules.
“Now stop sulking.” He says and crawls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He is seated rather close, you look away trying to hide your red face. He turns your face back towards him using his index finger and thumb. “You’re too pretty to be so sad.”
“Y-You forget yourself, sir.” You stutter, barely keeping it together. You finish your coffee and return the cup to the tray. When you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, Lucifer chuckles at your attempt to remain dignified. He is knocking down walls with the way he speaks to you. Breaking down each professional boundary one at a time. His touch was setting you on fire and you were running out of ways to extinguish it.
You sort through his clothes and pull out a black suit with red and white embellishments. You set it on the corner of the bed like you always do. “I’ll make sure I have your lunch ready for you in your study, sir” You say quickly, with a red blush spread across your face, you take the tray and quickly excuse yourself.
You rush down the hall and back to your room. Your chest heaves and you're out of breath. What in the devil's name happened there?! He looked like he was going to kiss you, his face was so close and he called you pretty! What is this idiot doing? You cover your face with your sleeves and pace back and forth in your room.
You always prided yourself on your composure. You navigate life’s twists and turns with a steady hand and a level head. At first, you brushed off these fluttering feelings as a mere passing fancy. You find yourself in front of a mental crossroads, on one hand, there is the exhilarating rush of new emotions. On the other was fear of rejection, an unconventional relationship, and possible heartbreak. If you ruin what you have with Lucifer, you will end up with nothing. All your years climbing the hierarchy would be null and void.
But what if it was possible? No, it couldn't be, there was just no way. As far as you are aware, you’ve never heard of such a situation that ended well. This can’t possibly be happening, you need some time to sort yourself out. But at some point, you are going to see him again today and you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. You always buried your feelings deep within your heart, locking them away like a precious treasure hidden from prying eyes. You’d like to think you're capable of continuing this facade, but this time you are not so sure.
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Lucifer sighs as you leave the room, your reactions are rather fascinating though. He gets up and takes his clothes to the bathroom to dress himself. Lucifer is well aware of the power dynamic here, and he has a habit of pushing things as far as he can. It comes with the territory of normally having anything he wants. He buttons his vest and looks at himself in the mirror. So what if he had a thing for his advisor? He wonders if he’s just lonely and that’s why he’s acting this way…even if that was true, it wouldn’t explain the relief he feels every time you enter a room. He puts on his coat, straightens his hat, and leaves his room to spend time in his study.
He opens the door and notices his lunch is sitting on his desk along with some invoices to sign and an overview of yesterday's meeting. This is unusual, you normally bring him his meal and check in on his daily progress at this time. This is cause for concern, indeed. Was Y/N avoiding him? Surely that can't be true, they would never just ignore him like that. He slumps into his chair, wondering if he messed up somehow.
Did he ruin the years of trust they had built? He still wants her around, he would hate the idea of anyone else taking your place. The more he thought about it the more the pit in his stomach grew. He attempts to eat but can’t put down much food, his nerves are making it difficult to eat. He needs to find you and apologize, he has to make this right somehow.
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Hours go by and you’ve done your best to avoid Lucifer at all costs, but you can't keep this up forever. You are standing on a large balcony in the dining room wearing your pajamas. The sun has set and the stars are visible in the sky, there is a chill in the air. You let out a defeated sigh, you’re going to have to tell him or forget about your feelings completely. You fear that if you confessed your love, the delicate threads that bind you both together would fray and snap. If you forget and try to move on, how bad is it going to hurt when he finds a new love? It would ache so bad you might have to leave his manor entirely, you knew that if that were to happen, it would shatter Lucifer's heart.
You feel a few drops of rain fall on your skin, and as each minute passes the rain becomes heavier and heavier. You look out into the courtyard, it’s getting late and you should be heading inside but you stand there, tears in your eyes. How could you be so foolish and self-centered? You knew the rules and you chose to defy them, it's your own fault you feel so awful.
Suddenly the rain is no longer hitting you, you don't feel the cold drops on your face anymore. You turn around and Lucifer is standing in the doorway, his large wing covers you, shielding you from the rain.
“Hey…Can we talk?” He says with a soft look of concern on his face. You nod while wiping your face with your sleeves, he motions for you to come back inside. He walks slightly ahead of you, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He opens the door for you and gives you a small half-smile. Lucifer walks over to his desk and pours you both a glass of bourbon. He hands you a glass and you take a seat at the small table next to the window. He sits across from you, you can tell he's a bit anxious because he keeps looking away. You take a sip from your drink, hoping the alcohol will settle your nerves.
The ambiance of the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight danced upon his face. With a hesitant breath, Lucifer cleared his throat.
“I need to apologize to you,” Lucifer says with a despairing look on his face. “I’m sure you’ve felt confused and in distress all day.” He takes a sip of his drink while trying to find the right words. “Before I begin, let me just say that I think so highly of you. Y/N, you’ve been there for me during every awful situation I’ve faced and I am so grateful for you.”
He grabs your hand and his expression changes to a more serious one. “I don't want you to leave my side. I couldn’t bear it if I did something to make you leave.”
“Sir, I–” You try to speak but Lucifer interrupts you.
“Y/N. I need you to drop the formalities for ten minutes, please.” He cuts you off and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Is there something going on between us or am I just a lonely, divorced, delusional, man making it all up in my head so I don't feel so shitty about my life?”
You are shocked by his words, you had no idea he felt that way about himself.
“You’re not delusional, Lucifer.” You answer, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and put them in order. “It's all my fault, really. I guess after all this time I’ve developed some feelings.”
Lucifer’s eyes widen, his face softens and he squeezes your hand and you look back into his eyes with a small smile. “I think I just got carried away, I know nothing can happen between us. It would be unacceptable and irredeemable. I’m the delusional one, to think you could ever love someone like me.” You reply while looking down at your drink, your finger toying with the rim of the glass.
Without a word, without warning, Lucifer leaned over the table and grabbed ahold of your shirt. He pulls you close so that you are face to face, leaning over the table. You could feel his breath on your lips as he said, “Love doesn't adhere to rules or expectations, darling. I will choose to defy every convention, every decree if it means I get to spend the rest of my life devoted to someone I love.”
Tears started to well up in your eyes, he slowly closed the gap between you both. His lips softly pressed against yours. Time stopped in that moment, amidst the chaos of entangled emotions. The taste was bittersweet, you’ve only ever dreamed of this. His hand lets go of your shirt and caresses your face. You kiss him back with fervor, a silent confession that speaks volumes. Both of you daring to defy the boundaries of monarchy and courtier.
You lace your fingers with his, he stands up and pulls you out of your seat. You practically fell into his arms, Lucifer held the back of your head, the other arm wrapped around your waist.
Your tears flowed freely as you hid your face in his chest. He holds you tight, offering you silent comfort as you let out quiet sobs. Lucifer strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.
“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize…” He says, barely above a whisper. “Just let me take care of you for once, my love.” Before you can protest, Lucifer scoops you up and gently places you on his bed. He climbs in and pulls the covers over you both. He wipes your tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve and smiles at you while you take the time you need to calm down.
“C’mon, babe say something…You’re killing me.” He says, waiting for you to speak with bated breath.
“I love you…” You say between staggered breaths. Your eyes are locked on his, somehow Lucifer blows through the many walls you’ve put up to prevent this and you are left bare and vulnerable. It is terrifying, being this helplessly in love. Bearing the fragments of your heart to the person who held it entirely.
“I love you too, dummy.” His smile is sweet like saccharine, his voice is smooth like silk. Your lips met his once more while your fingers card through his hair. He kept you as close as possible, and in the hush of the night amidst the whispered confessions, you and your king curled up together and fell asleep once again in each other's arms. No sovereign, demon or angel could pull you two apart even if they tried.
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???
Self indulgent because I’m that bitch.
Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.
I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED
- hellfiremunsonn (Lillie) 🩷
Freak Like Me - E.M.
thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! 🫶🏽
Word count- 1.3K
Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and I’ll be sure to add it here!
-feel free to reblog & interact it’s much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!
“Where you going sugar?” Eddie’s husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. They’re all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. “Back to the van… if that’s okay, Sir.” You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. “It’s all yours baby be there soon.” You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.
He’d made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, you’d almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks they’d make.
You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddie’s voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings he’ll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. “Fuck.” You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.
You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door he’ll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, you’re shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that you’re sure it’ll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. “Please Eddie.” You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.
“Well ain’t this a pretty picture.” Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. “Knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting long.” You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. He’s quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that he’s watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Oh please honey, don’t stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.”
You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, it’s messy but you couldn’t love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddie’s eyes burn with lust. They’re latched onto where the both of you are moving together. “This is so good, but I really need you Ed’s please.” You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. “I didn’t say you could stop babydoll.” He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isn’t buried deep inside you.
Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. “I wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I haven’t even given you the real thing yet.” He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. “Fuck. Please.” You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.
You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where he’s biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. “Aww darlin’ you’re so ready aren’t you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.” It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before you’re letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddie’s seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what he’s actually saying.
He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddie’s on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Y’gonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?”
“F-uckkk Eddie please!” You scream out, the slapping of Eddie’s skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. “That’s it sugar, it’s okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.” Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like you’re on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.
You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. “What’s so funny?” You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair that’s stuck to it away. “Oh, s’nothin. Just thinking how funny it is that you’re a freak, and they have no idea.” You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You don’t bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. “Well, next time maybe we’ll have to give them a real show, Eddie.” You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.
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Taking turns - Steddie x Fem! reader
Based off a conversation with @moonchildquinn
Warnings-18+: breeding kink, threesome, creampies, rope bondage, dirty talk, slight female masturbation. male recieving and male partaking blowjob. Nipple play Ovulation sex. MLM kissing
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Masterlist | Buy me a coffee
Steve And Eddie had been keeping tabs on your cycles, documenting it until the week that suspected that you were ovulating.
You woke up on Saturday morning, Eddie’s curly hair was messy against your pillow. Smells of food were wafting through into the bedroom from the kitchen, pulling you out of your slumber.
Wrapping your silk robe around your body, you entered the kitchen to see Steve cooking with nothing but a blue apron wrapped tightly around his body.
He looked good, very fuckable
Smirking at you, he plated specific food in front of you. Describing to you each nutritional benefit of every piece of food, you sensed that something was up as you ate all the food.
Not wanting to press it, you went to see Eddie who had awoken from his sleep and was organising clothes out the wardrobe. Pressing an outfit against the wooden doors with a smirk, you examined it and noticed that it was for you.
It was skimpy, a short skirt with a boob exposing top. With no underwear.
You shrugged and dressed it, feeling confident as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Watching in the reflection as Eddie walked past you completely naked, your clit began to throb against the poof at the sight of him.
Grinding yourself slowly against the poof, piecing two and two together you realised that you were ovulating and they were teasing you. Wanting to push your buttons and it was working.
Moaning under your breath as your clit got wetter and wetter against the material, it was rocking harder. Your eyes tightly closed as you grasped onto the desk for support, not noticing that both boys were hovering over you and watching you.
Just as you reached your orgasm they interrupted you.
“Steve look at her, she’s so horny. Making herself feel good, how naughty” he sneered, making you open your eyes at once.
They grabbed your arms making you squeal from lack of friction and threw you onto the bed. Working quickly to tie you down onto the bed, you whimpered and thrusted your hips aggressively against the bed.
You were soaking, it dripped down your legs as they spread you as far as you could.
“Oh baby, you look so perfect. All tied up, now you can’t touch yourself” Eddie teased, sucking down onto your nipples.
Nodding over to Steve who had ripped his apron off onto the floor, towering over you completely naked. His cock hard and throbbing clasped around his hand, groaning as he stroked it. Twirling his precum with his fingers, his eyes flickered between Eddie and you.
Eddie stopped sucking your nipples and made his way to Steve, dropping to his knees and taking Steve’s cock into his mouth. Warming him up as Steve’s moans echoed into the room, his hands playing with Eddie’s hair as he facefucked him.
All you could do was watch, rattling yourself to get their attention against the bed. Grunting and moaning louder and louder as Eddie choked on Steve’s cock for another minute longer before removing it from his mouth with a loud gasp and pant.
Steve leant forward and kissed Eddie passionately before whispering in his ear, they nodded and walked over to you. Eddie’s lips met yours, they tasted like Steve’s cock.
Moaning against his lips as Steve spanked your clit with his tip, sliding it between your folds and trading your entrance. You whined as he slowly slid inside you, your pussy was soaked around him as his fingers played with your nipples.
“God your pussy is so wet baby, all ready for me to fill you up” he grunted, folding your legs around his back.
Your hips rocked with his as Eddie’s tongue battled with yours, his cock hitting your soft spot as you found yourself slowly edging back up to orgasm.
“Steve, Eds. I could cum” you panted, whining against Eddie’s lips.
Your tits bouncing heavily as he thrusted harder and harder inside you, your clit throbbing as his pelvic bone. Eddie’s cock dug into your thigh, he was loving you being ruined by Steve.
All sweaty and hot for him, waiting for the perfect moment to fuck Steve’s cum deeper and deeper inside you. Your lips were raw and red as Eddie took a breath of air.
“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock” Steve moaned, his eyes tightly closed as he bent his body back.
You wailed loudly into the room as his cock hit your perfect spot, your body shook heavily as your pussy pulsated. Squirting heavily onto Steve’s cock, coating your legs and the bed with your cum.
Steve didn’t slowly down as you felt yourself cum for the second time, riding the high until you felt yourself get tired. His hands gripping onto every bit of skin, his cock pulsating inside you as he listened to Eddie and you moan together.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum. Cum in you until your pregnant, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He grunted against your body, raising his hand up to your clit and spanking it hard.
You nodded pathetically, your pussy aching from being fucked but your hips thrusted against his as you felt his cock pulsate hard inside you.
Shaking heavily as he grinded his tip against your soft spot, your cum still leaking out your pussy as you felt him edge closer and closer to his orgasm. His moans turning into pants as his nails dung into your skin, he was close and you were ready.
He came hard inside you, filling up your pussy just like he said he would. Not stopping until his cum was deeper inside you, sliding out of you. He kissed your thighs, licking up any loose bit of cum.
When you thought it was over, you hazily watched the boys swap places. Steve’s lips met yours as Eddie wasted no time before he slid his own cock inside you.
Eddie was a little bit bigger than Steve but not by much.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ve been dying to fuck you. This won’t take long, I just gotta fill you with my cum” he groaned, his tip hitting your hot cum filled pussy.
You focused on Steve as Eddie’s cock pounded hard inside you, trying your hardest not to get to overstimulated.
Steve whispering in your ear how good you were for them, he stroked your hair out of your face as you whined against his mouth.
Eddie’s cock twitched inside you, he was right. He did say that it wouldn’t take long.
Already so turned on by watching Steve fuck you that he couldn’t hold his cum in any longer. Thrusting harder and harder inside you, feeling your warm walls slide against his cock.
Throbbing as his tip grinded until his cum spurted out inside you, filling your pussy full of his cum. He shuddered as his cock continued to empty itself inside you, holding onto your body for support.
Your eyes met his as he continued to fuck you harder and harder until all his cum was coated against your walls. Copying Steve, he slid out of you and licked your thighs clean. Nibbling on them before roughly untiring you.
Kissing your body passionately before pulling you closer to him, both boys held you tightly.
“Such a Good girl for us, letting us use your pussy like that.” He cooed and kissed your cheek softly.
“He’s right but you’d better hope that you’re pregnant or else we’ll have to try that again until you are. Got that baby girl?” He wiped your forehead clean before kissing you, nodding at Steve with a wink.
You whimpered at his words, your pussy throbbing with exhaustion and cum. You closed your eyes, with the boys surrounding you.
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You guys are horrible enablers. I love you for that.
@quinnsmunson , @choke-me-eddie , @quinnypixie , @live-love-be-unique, @stardancerluv , @feralgeek99 , @harley1608 , @hiscrimsonangel , @etherealglimmer , @hellfiremunsonn
WARNINGS — 18+ for SMUT. P in V, oral ( m receiving ), neck biting, cursing, RPF in general ( don't like it, scroll by or block me i guess?? ), fingering, dirty talk??, slight breeding kink if you squint, but overall smutty and fluffy. no use y/n, baby is used a lot???
What was supposed to be a small little drabble turned into THIS. Hope you all enjoy this!
word count — 9.4k
graphic by @quinnsmunson !!
Joseph Quinn x female reader
"Why are you not acting normal? Just show it to me already, like, you said it was a good shoot, right?"
"Yes, that's not....." He let out a sigh, "Fuck. I dunno. I'm just....very oddly self conscious all of a sudden." Fiddling with his phone, fingers tapping against it and pacing around the room. "I... I think it's good? But, well, maybe just biased, I dunno. I'm just struck with this almost unnatural desire for you to like it and I'm worried you won't and....my ego will take a hit and...fuck, that's a lot of run on sentences, but.... Yeah, not sure I'd recover from it."
You arched a brow, taking in the words, and of the nervous energy just seeping out of him. "Recover from...me possibly not liking it?"
"Yeah. Insane, isn't it?"
"Well, I mean... Yeah," you responded with a soft smile. "Fucking ridiculous, actually. It's you. Of course I'm gonna like it. Now... Just give me your phone, let me see. Then you won't be nervous and you’ll be normal again."
Joe seemed to relax a bit at that, knowing you were right, he was being silly about the whole thing. Taking a deep breath and handing you his phone, watching as you took it and tapped to play the video. His nerves coming back, the music playing, the queer sound of his own voice introducing himself. It was odd, even now, licking his lips as he watched you, well, watching him.
There was a small smile on your face, seeing your boyfriend on screen, all dressed in purple, a favorite color of yours, the sound of his voice from his phone, the softness endearing, almost soothing. Your smile widened, the little drum solo with the flowers in his hands, not knowing if it was part of the script but it felt so very him. Your brows rose, the video progressing, destroying the bed, the pillows, the—oh god. Your brows are rising higher. Oh, g o d, his neck. You didn't look up at him, instead, played the video again. And again. And again. "Jesus," you let out, dropping the phone onto the bed, looking up at him, to the phone, to him again. ".....good god."
"What? What? What do you—oh god, do you not like it? Oh, don't tell me that, was it cringy? It was, wasn't it? Fucking hell..."
But you shook your head, "Nope, no, not, not cringy, not..." You took a deep breath, looking up at him, eyes raking over him, the video playing over in your head now. Your eyes falling on his neck. "...It's um... I need you to take off your pants."
He burst into a laugh, chocolate colored eyes widened, his face colored in amusement and confusion. "I'm sorry—what?"
"I..." you started, letting out a laugh. "I just... Um... I'm dating a fucking model." He laughed at that, with his whole body, which made you laugh in return. "No, I'm serious! Like... I mean...that video like..... Baby, you're a fucking model! I... That's... Oh my god, do you know how beautiful you are?"
"Oh fuck off—"
"No! No! You fuck off!" you retorted. "That... Dare to be chill, like, oh, fuck you! Fuck you with that! Telling people to chill and then looking like that?! Baby! My love! No one is gonna fucking chill after seeing you like that!"
You're both laughing now, the pair of you, that ball of nerves completely gone from his system, falling into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart feels light, everything does, really, when he's with you. An anchor from the madness around him, preventing him from drifting aimlessly. He held you close, and you wrapped your arms around him, legs entangling together as well. "Fuck, I love you," he muttered before kissing the side of your neck. "You promise you're not just saying that?"
"Oh my god, you models are so needy," you teased, moving on top, draping your body against his, gripping his shoulders as you smile down at him. "Always with the constant need of validation."
He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair, moving it from your face, letting him see more of you. "You knew what you were getting into. Can't be easy having this pretty face. Gotta put the work in if you want bragging rights."
You chuckled, "Good thing I'm a hard working girl," you uttered before slowly bringing your lips to his in a kiss. Soft. Warm. Starting in gentle little pecks, lips brushing against each other before they pressed on each other more. His fingers tightened along your hair, a soft groan as lips parted and the warmth of your tongues met, a hunger between you both. Tasting one another greedily, humming softly. "I wasn't bullshitting you..." you uttered between kisses. "You looked so great, baby... Hot... Sexy... Beautiful. So god damn beautiful, drives me crazy..."
He groaned at that, one hand remaining in your hair while the other roamed down your back, gripping your bum and pressed the hard bulge of his cock against you, "The feeling's very fucking mutual, darling..."
"Fuck..." your voice a hushed whisper, feeling him, sending a shiver to run though you, an ache forming between your legs, growing wet and needy. "Not fair... The man telling people to chill is so quick to lose his..."
A soft huff of a laugh escaped him, smiling against your jaw. "Yeah, well... Rather difficult when you're calling me beautiful and such. Gets to a guy's head, makes it swell up."
"Yeah, I'm feeling that against my thigh really well..." You slid off him slightly however, taking a moment to take him in, the version of him in the video lingering in your head as your fingers trail down his body, his shirt riding up, showing off his stomach, the happy trail that certainly made you happy every time you saw it. But you brush past it, right to the bulge straining against his jeans. Your smile widened, trailing over it, hearing his quickened breath and the soft whine from his throat. If you weren't listening for it, you would have missed it, but you loved that little whine of his. Spreading your palm over it and give a gentle squeeze.
He tilted his head back against the pillow, the soft whine a little louder this time, the squeeze a shock to his system. A surge of pleasure running through him, making his cock twitch underneath your hand. "Jesus..." Your eyes weren't on his aroused bulge, however, but at his face—no, his neck. You raised your lips toward it, and he let out a satisfied sigh at the feel of you, of your mouth brushing against the skin. Your hand rubbing against him, slow and steady, you could feel how his breath quickened, from his chest as it rose and fell. Though you felt it with your lips at his neck, as he swallowed hard, a soft little groan as your hand continued rubbing against him.
"You know what I noticed while watching you?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, darkened, almost black, his jaw clenched, a brow raised. "Your neck..."
The smile on his face widened, as did his eyes, a laugh wanting to escape but, fuck, he didn't want to stop you. "My neck?" he simply asked, licking his lips at the thought of your mouth on his neck, the bites, the marks, made him feel hot inside. Cock twitch under your hand, his mind going hazy. "Really?"
You smiled, fingers playing with the button of his jeans, an expert in unbuttoning it with a flick of your fingers as you bent down to give a soft, fluttering kiss along the side of his neck. "You have....a really slutty yet beautiful neck, Joseph Quinn... For Dior..." Both snorting at your words, but it died quickly, with amorous intent, his neck and the things you wanted to do to it filling your mind. Letting your lips linger, your tongue gliding along the skin, hot breath escaping as you find his pulse. Feeling it quicken with your actions, his hand gripping the back of your neck. Fingers entangling themselves in your hair as you suck and bite against a particular spot that...as you pull down the zipper of his jeans, your hand sliding inside and you can feel him more better. He's hard, even through his boxers, he's hard, making you squeeze your thighs together. Still needy, still wet, but as your teeth sink into his flesh with a harder bite and he groans, you set that fact aside.
"Fucking Christ..." he muttered under his breath, the sting of your bite claiming his entire body. Shooting straight to his cock, throbbing against your moving hand. His body helpless but to move against your hand, heart beating fast, hissing at your teeth, catching the flesh of his neck, tugging it, making him growl. "Shit... Love..." His free hand goes to the curve of your bum, squeezing it tightly. You let out a soft sigh, making him shiver, your hot breath fanned against the slick flesh. You moved in, though, sucking where you bit him and your hand on his cock stilled. That made him frustrated, moving, grinding against the stilled hand. A move of desperation, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Moving blindly as he closed his eyes, leaving no mercy on his neck, feeling himself start to sweat. "You're gonna....shit...you're gonna leave a mark, darling..."
"Mmm..." you hummed, the wet sounds of your mouth hitting the air, groaning softly as you sucked steadily, the feel of his pulse so defined, so clear and so quickened against your tongue. "Good," you muttered against him, teeth scraping against him, feeling him shudder. "Want everyone to see, baby..."
A soft huff escaped him, his fingers in your hair tightened as he pulled you from his neck. The sight of your lips slick with spit, swollen slightly, it thrilled him, leaning his head to press against yours, breathing deep. "...want everyone to see I'm yours?" You nodded, and he grinned, fingers scratching at your scalp. "...I am yours..." he uttered, and now it was his breath, hot with the light scent of the cigarette he had not too long ago, fanning against your lips. The desire to kiss him floods you instantly, his dark brown eyes on your lips, having the same desire rise up in him. His words soft, "I'm so fucking yours."
Your smile was warm, lips capturing his in a kiss, soft and sweet. A complete contradiction of what your body wanted. But it came out, as you felt Joseph kiss you back, deep and probing, his tongue, god, his tongue... His grip on your hair tightened, pain coming from the action but a moan escaped you, and he swallowed the sweet sound. "Let me..." you started, panting against his lips. "Let me prove it..." He seemed hesitant, though drawn to you, always so damn drawn to you. You smiled softly, giving a gentle kiss along his jaw. "Please, baby?"
The flash of his teeth was shown in his wide grin, letting his head fall back in defeat. "God, I hate how much I fucking love when you call me baby like that..." He chuckled, shaking his head, "It's so adorable. I can't say no." Though he should, he had a photoshoot in the morning, a smug little smile crossing his features. "You're going to give the makeup department hard work trying to cover your handiwork, love..."
"And you'll be grinning away, because secretly, you love it." You heard him hum as your lips went back to his neck, continuing their work. You could feel the slight vibrations as he moaned, a shiver running through you both. "You like how possessive I can be, don't you, baby? How much I want to show the world you're mine?" Your question punctuated with a bite — harsh and unforgiving, feeling him tense and shiver because of it.
"Fuck, yes... I do, I fucking love it..." He pulled on your hair tighter, a soft moan of your own fanning against his neck, he swallowed hard, felt the throb of his cock. "Do your fucking worst, please..."
There was no need to entice you more, your attention to his neck immediate. The feel of vibrations as his moans came one after another with each drag of your teeth against his skin made the wetness between your legs grow. You can't help it, the sound of him moaning was just so pretty, as well as the sound of his panting breath. The way his body tensed then shook, your tongue lapping against the feel of his pulse that steadily grew quicker, moving to bite his skin fully. Teeth catching a bit of skin, letting out a soft growl as you tugged and pulled, feeling his chest rise and fall as you did it. "Jesus fucking Christ..." his words, under his breath and slightly slurred. You weren't the only one getting drunk off this, truly getting intoxicated by each other.
Hands moved, away from your hair, your bum and toward his jeans. Pushing them down, groaning, letting out a soft whimper. You were making him needy and needed to feel you against his throbbing cock. "Love, please..." He pleaded, and you could feel him swallow, body tensing up, the tension of a rubber band about to snap. You hummed softly, sucking along his flesh. There was a flavor to him, something mixed with sweat, something you couldn't get enough of. He was right, you were going to give those poor girls more work while he sat in the makeup chair... But the thought gave you joy. "Baby... Baby, please..." came his needy whine, your saliva coating his neck at this point, kissing your way to his jaw, eyes meeting him as you smiled. Licking your palm, you made it nice and wet before going to his cock, this time not up for teasing him. The sound of his relieved sigh made you smile.
You love his cock, the way it throbs and pulse within your grasp. Making you squeeze your thighs for the littlest bit of relief. Your hand moving slowly from base to tip, his soft groans making your heart feel light, your eyes catching his neck, the faint markings making their presence known against his skin. You smirked at that, feeling powerful, especially as he started to buck his hips against your hand, essentially fucking himself against it. Your thumb brushing along his tip with a chuckle, moving to kiss his lips gently. "This what you needed, baby?"
"God, yes," he let out with a soft laugh, darkened brown eyes looking at you. A louder laugh coming out, the flash of his teeth in a grin. "Oh, you love making me so desperate for you, don't you?"
You couldn't deny it, not with your smile spreading wide as it did, your hand moving a bit firmer, letting out a soft hum. "It is one of my greatest joys, yeah," teasing him with a chuckle, which he returned with a smile. You took a moment, as this was quite the moment. Stroking his cock, feeling powerful as he looked at you with such darkened eyes... A breath released from you, capturing his lips with a kiss. Soft. Warm. You feel him kiss you back. Hungry. Hot. Wet as tongues meet and you tasted each other, feeling him groan, felt the vibrations of it cascade over you. Filling you with a shiver, shocks of arousal hitting you within your cunt, feeling your body start to heat up and a moan of your own pressed into his mouth. The kiss broke, and you were left with a panting breath and closed eyes, heads pressed together and you felt his hands in your hair. Opening your eyes, you swallowed hard, watching him look at you with that pure look of desire and lust. "You're beautiful, you know?"
He smiled lazily, a soft laugh falling from those smiling lips. "That's...very sweet. No, that's...the sweetest thing I've ever heard from someone stroking my cock so well."
"I'm serious," you say, chuckling, pecking at his lips. "You're really...fucking...beautiful... I'm sorry if I didn't say that before... I always thought so, you know, those big brown chocolate eyes and smile..." He chuckled, making you grin, not sure if he's convinced but it felt good to say. "I'm always floored by it... Seeing you in the Gris Dior video just sort of...put it out in full. Joseph... You honestly take my breath away... Every time..."
If he didn't believe you before, he certainly believed you now. His darkened eyes softened, cupping your face with his warm, rough, big hands, thumbs trailing your cheeks. You were making him feel sentimental, taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily. He felt a warmth that wasn't there before, his confidence in himself, while not dwindling before, certainly gained a bit of a boost. His smile widened, his heart beating against his chest a little stronger, shaking his head. "Then you know how I feel... Waking up and looking at you. I'm really fucking lucky. You mean so much and in...such a short fucking time... Thank you. Not... Not just for the words, though, those were fucking amazing," he chuckled as did you. "But for... For everything. Just...everything."
He kissed you then, and while the previous was filled with lust, and, okay, this kiss had a fair bit of that as well, there was something else. Adoration. Love. His teeth finding your lip and biting it, a soft groan pulled from you before you pulled away from his ivory grip and eyes went to his. "Lay down," you said, and his brows rose. As if in question, but also...knowing exactly what you were going to do. "I've never sucked off a model before... And while I've had your cock in my mouth plenty of times... Never as a model."
God, the excitement that filled him, his cock twitching already in your grasp. "...have I told you I love you?"
You gave him a smirk, kissing his lips with a moan. "You'll be telling me that a couple more times before I'm done with you." And he didn't doubt it, not one second as your kisses continued downward. You did away with his shirt, knowing it probably cost more than your wardrobe combined but tossing it to the ground anyway. Leaving his chest exposed, lips dragging across the flesh, when you got to his stomach, you couldn't help but bite him there. Earning a hiss and a groan from him, while you kissed, licked and tugged on the skin. You love his stomach, more than just for the happy trail, sometimes Joseph would be so self conscious about it, only alleviated by your love of it. Your tender care as you gave gentle nips, turning to less than gentle bites, kissing and squeezing with your hands. Hoping to mark him there as well. Every action he gave a soft little sound, whether an exhale or moan, you earned it, before lifting your eyes to his face looking at you, eyes dark, teeth biting his lip.
You know what he wants, because you want it, too.
With one last tug of his skin, you move lower down his body, between his legs, sitting up a moment to lift your shirt over your head, no bra underneath, causing his cock to twitch once again. His eyes on your breasts, licking his lips. You're beautiful to him, you said he was, but in his eyes... There was no one, not one thing, to match you. He had half a mind to ravage you then and there, but it was as if you could sense it and placed your hands at his hips, with that smile. That wicked smile that got him hard within seconds if you were out together. He gave a resigning smile, laying back, watching as you did away with his jeans, leaving him bare, his cock yours for the taking.
His cock always felt so perfect in your hand, though more than a handful, the girth of him always just a bit towards the intimidating side. Your thumb caressing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock, and he let out a soft groan, watching as you lowered your lips and ran your tongue from his base, slowly, teasingly towards the swollen head of his cock. "Fuck..." you heard him utter, meeting his eyes as you swirled along his tip, squeezing him gently at his base. There was that flavor to him, that was just so...him. Indescribable but utterly intoxicating. Addicting, as your tongue swiped across his tip, bringing out a shuddering breath from his lips. "Jesus... Love..."
But when you bring your lips to wrap around the tip of his cock, that's when he loses all comprehension. "Oh, God..." When all he can feel is how warm and wet your mouth is, claiming his cock, inch my inch. The vibrations of your moans, the feel of him in your mouth, on his tongue, a pleasant one. The mere thought of that blows his mind a bit. His hand reaching for the back of your head, fingers in your hair as he lets out a hiss, as you're sucking on the tip of him. You could taste the small traces of his pre-cum, spilling on your tongue, just a small taste, a small preview of what you wanted. He's holding onto you tight, his eyes heavily lidded, watching as you lower down, it always surprises him how much of his cock you can take into your sweet mouth... More than most had, more willing than his past girlfriends though they may as well not exist as he rolled his eyes back, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat like that. "Oh, that's good... Oh fuck that's good... Jesus."
Every word fills you with pride, making you want to do your best in pleasing him. It was more for you than him, you'll admit. He just... God, he felt so good, making you moan as you take him deep, tightening your mouth around him as you bob your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat. Each time testing your gag reflex, sometimes you do, causing your eyes to water and mouth water. Spit and drool dripping down his length, but the way he panted, muttering your name, it made you squeeze your thighs, slightly rubbing against the mattress. You were wet, heated, needing attention yourself but, again, his cock felt so good.
"God, you're driving me fuckin' insane, baby... Fuck..." He could let you suck his cock for hours, and truthfully, you would. It amazed him how much you loved doing it, then again, he'd do the same to your sweet cunt. "You're my perfect girl, aren't you?" he hissed, closing his eyes, "...god, my perfect, sweet girl... Taking me so... Jesus Christ, you feel so good..." You both feel how pleased his cock is, pulsing, twitching inside your mouth, taking him in and out, over and over until he can't help but start to buck his hips against you. His fingers in your hair pull, keeping you steady as he fucked your mouth like the crazed animal you made him into with your perfect mouth. Making you moan, eyes looking at his face, as he tilted his head back, wanton moans leaving his lips, freely, without abandon, filling your mouth deep. Lost in the way you made him feel.
He looked even more beautiful than before.
Joseph could have easily filled your mouth with a load of his cum, so easily shot down your throat and he knew you would have swallowed so eagerly... But with a growl, he pulled you from his cock, his breath panting, watching with darkened eyes as your lips were swollen and cheeks flushed, wet with tears and spit. "Come here..." he uttered, bringing you toward him, grasping and cupping your face as you two so eagerly kissed. Rolling his tongue into yours, tasting himself off you, both of you moaning, his hands moving down your body, grasping your breasts, pinching your tits a bit, earning a soft cry into his mouth. "You sound so perfect, every god damn sound..." he muttered against your lips, you both sharing a laugh. His hands moving to your hips, gripping them firmly before he rolls you to your back with a soft gasp. Pressing his lips further against your own, moaning into your mouth. Hot and heated, much like he was, you as well.
Your head was swimming, filled with lust with every wet, probing kiss, every roll and feel of his tongue. Every touch he gave onto your skin felt like fire, electricity shooting straight to your core, silently begging for his touch. And he does, because when you're with him like this, it's as if you two share the same mind, his lips kissing yours and his hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers at the waistband of your bottoms, putting to light that of the two, you still had far too many clothes on. A shared grin between you, as his eyes bore into you as he pulled shorts and panties off you, lifting your hips to help him. His eyes flickered from your face to between your legs as your bottoms were tossed away, discarded much like the rest of his clothes.
The smile on his lips smug as you spread your legs for him, and he let out a soft hiss as his hand slid up your thigh, to your slick, wet cunt. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head in awe. "Fucking hell..." he breathed out, biting his lip as he looked to your face, no hint of a blush, or any sign of embarrassment, just an almost proud smile and that was enough to make him smile. "I've got such a filthy girl, don't I?" he muttered before capturing your lips in a kiss, "Such a pretty," he said between kisses, going to your neck with a groan. "Filthy fucking girl..." Biting into your neck, making you let out a soft cry, the roughness of his fingertips at your clit, rubbing softly.
"Oh, fuck," you let out, the touch of his fingers sending such pleasant waves through your body, not to mention the harsh bites to your neck. Letting out a soft laugh, "Is this payback?"
He smirked, teeth tugging, sucking against your skin. "Just wanna match... If you claim me, I claim you. Just how it works, love." Giving you no time to really accept it, though your smile clearly showed it, his teeth busied themselves, biting into the flesh of your neck. The warmth of his tongue making you pant and moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, his fingers on your clit driving you insane. Normally he would have buried his head between your legs, licked you until you came on his tongue, tasting you for hours... But something about this time made him impatient, and he sensed you felt the same. You were already so wet... Teasing you, tasting you, making you cum first was a need if he had wanted to fill you with his cock. Thicker than your previous boyfriends — something that elated him to no end — but this time, there wasn't quite a need for it. You were ready, and as he sucked at your pulse, he wondered why, and suddenly, it hit him.
You wondered why he chuckled suddenly, hotly against your neck. "God, you're funny," he let out, his voice soft, husky against you. "You're fucking adorable."
Brows furrowed, in the middle of you being hot and bothered, he'd made you confused and you weren't sure if you appreciated that or not. "What're you... I mean... I am, but what are you talk—" And then you felt them, two of his thick fingers sliding inside you. "Fuck..." you breathed, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he bit you harder on your neck, growling, slowly burying those two fingers knuckle deep, curving them just slightly, caressing that spot, that easily sent a shock wave through you, trembling softly and your hand to reach to the back of his neck, just to hold him. "Baby... Baby, right there," though you didn't need to tell him, fingers already pulling in and out of her tight, wet cunt, hitting that perfect spot each time, drawing out a soft moan. "God, yes, that feels so... Shit."
Fuck, he loved the feel of you. Whether with his tongue, fingers, though yes, especially his cock, no matter how much he stretches you with each fuck, you always go back to feeling so tight around him. He could feel that now, the way your walls clench around him, squeezing him and yet moving so fluidly, so easily in and out of your perfect cunt. "You're so fuckin' wet, darling... So fuckin' perfect already... God, you're so ready for me, aren't you, angel? Don't even need a warm up, you’re so ready for my cock." You gave a whimper, you couldn't deny it, he could feel it after all, hear it as he went a little faster, a little harder, making your legs spread further. Making you pant and moan, his cock twitching in the anticipation of having you wrapped around it. Biting your shoulder, affectionately, his eyes like dark fire, kissing his way to your lips, biting them, looking into your eyes. "My darling girl's really that eager to fuck a model, hm? Or have a model fuck her with his hard, fat cock?"
"I..." You closed your eyes, your body involuntarily squirming underneath him, his thumb rubbing against your clit, working with his other fingers as they stilled, deep inside you, rubbing against that part of you, making you lose each thought out of your head, drawing you deeper and closer to that edge already. Him and his hands... Why did he have to be so good with his hands? "Joe..." you said in a whine, feeling absolutely in his mercy. And his fingers. Fuck, his fingers. "Joseph.... I... Yes... Oh my god, yes.. Please...? It feels... Fuck...."
"Should I be jealous?" He asked, his other hand cradling your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips, slipping between them. "You've never been this wet so fast before you saw this video of me... Do you want a model, instead?"
A groan leaves your lips, though you don't fail to miss the opportunity to take his thumb, biting it lightly before giving it a good suck, eyes melting into his. Watched as he slid it tentatively in and out of your mouth, against your tongue. His fingers in your pussy quickened, making your eyes hazy, squirming underneath him so pathetically. He knew how to touch you, entice you, since the first time you fucked, he was a quick study on your body, a thrill shooting through his body at every moan that left your parted lips. Thumb leaving your mouth, tracing along your lips as he pulled his two fingers from your cunt, sliding to your clit. "Baby..." you let out before a sharp moan with the quickened motions he made on your clit. Causing your hips to twitch, jerk toward them. "Oh, god. Jesus..." You looked so pretty to him, hearing him let out a growl, nipping and biting at your neck as you tilted your head back. "Fuck. Fuck.." His fingers are soft but rough at the same time. You felt like silk underneath his fingertips, his tongue licking over your pulse, sucking deep soon enough. "Oh, fuck, I want you..."
He let out a hum, mirroring your previous actions, biting into the flesh of your neck and tugged on it. Though he did it a bit harder, a sharp pain traveled through you, making him feel the pulse of your clit against his fingers. Kissing tenderly towards your ear, his panting breath felt, making you shiver. "You want to fuck a model, my darling girl? An actor isn't good enough, is it? No, this greedy cunt wants—"
"No," you let out with a soft laugh, prompting him to lift his face from the crook of your neck, chocolate brown eyes staring down at you, confusion clear on his face. "The only model I wanna fuck is you. Only actor I wanna fuck is you. You're the complete fucking package, Joseph. Yeah... I got soaked faster than usual..." You smile, looking over his face. "But only because seeing you in that video? Turned me on. Wanted to suck your cock... Wanna be filled by you... Because you, Joseph Quinn, for Gris Dior..." He snorted at that, though smiled, wide and warm. "You're amazingly hot," you grin as he kisses your lips gently, "...sexy..." another kiss. "Beautiful...everything I want and... I really want you to be inside me right now..."
The way he groaned, biting your bottom lip. "Fuck. There you go again, making my head swell up so much, my darling..." The way he called you that... While affectionate, there was a bit of something else. Of desire, of lust, emitted in a deep rooted growl that made you shudder, yet your eyes were on his, barely registering his hand grasping his cock, at his base, moving until his swollen tip meets against your slick folds. Your wetness coating it, his eyes softening as he let out a soft breath. "Fuck, I love how wet you get for me..." You let out a soft whine, both hands grabbing at the back of his neck, as he teased the head of his cock along the entirety of your pussy. "I know, darling, I know... Be patient, let me just..." He closed his eyes, you writhing beneath him. Groaning as you helped him in what he wanted, to glide the underside of his cock over your folds, rolling in the slickness of it, over your clit. "Jesus I can feel you forever..."
It was almost pathetic the moan you let out, but the feeling of his cock teasing you like this was too much. Your folds parting for the underside of it, the tip running over your clit sent little shock waves through you, tightening your hold on his hair, pulling it slightly and your body having a mind of its own. Moving without you even being conscious of it. Needing to feel him, wanting him so badly. Feeling his cock slide so effortlessly over you, giving you a taste, small little whimpers finding their way from your throat and out your parted, with panting lips. "Fuck, please..." Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him groan, your eyes were closed, surrendering to the feel of him. They opened now, looking into his dark brown eyes, looking as wild and lustful as you felt. His own lips were parted, ghosting over yours, the most pretty little sounds coming from him with every heavy exhale of his breath. Head swimming, every bit of friction between you two driving you insane with need. "Joseph, baby... You feel so good... Please?"
"G o d..." he breathed out, his lips turning into a smile. "Love it when you beg..." He was teetering on the edge of sanity himself, every slick feel of his cock over you was giving him that same wave of pleasure, his lips grazing along your jaw, kissing, letting you feel the tease of his teeth. "Fuck... You're already so wet, love..." Letting out a groan as he kissed hotly against your neck, feeling the sharp breath you took, his free hand grasping at the pillow above your head, curling fingers around it. "...the way it'd be...so easy for me to just..." he shuddered, "...slip inside you..."
"...p l e a s e. . ."
"Fuck..." the words breathed out hotly against your skin, you shivered, still so desperately squirming underneath him. His cock pulsed, throbbed against your actions. "...you're fucking adorable when you're so desperate for my cock..." You let out a whimper, a soft little whine following soon after. Your eyes finding him, the smile on his face wide as he saw your pout, your eyes pleading. Licking his lips, he captured yours, melting the pout away as you returned his kiss, tasting each other for only a moment as he pressed closer, the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against your clit. "...tell me..." he muttered against your lips. "...tell me how much you want it. My cock inside you..."
He was being unfair, you both knew. The way you squirmed even more, your breath hitched, whining softly against him. God, if you knew how much he loved it right at that moment, this attempt of control quickly dwindled with you underneath him. But you didn't. He was teasing you, that's all you knew. Moving the tip of his cock through your folds, parting for him as his kisses started again, on your lips, tongue rolling forward, sliding so easily inside to taste you. You could feel him, the swollen head just there, so easily could slip in and fill you. Making you pant softly against his mouth, your kiss breaking, dazed words leaving your lips. "...I want it..."
There was a groan, a deep hum from him, pecking against your chin, lips sliding across your jaw. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
"Your cock..."
Biting his lip, he smiled, the desperate plea in your voice stroking his ego nicely, making his body shiver, feeling his tip starting to slide inside you, forcing himself to stop. "...Jesus, so greedy and so eager to suck me in..." Biting kisses along your jaw, "Tell me how bad you want it..."
"Oh, god, Joseph..." You would have cursed him out, but the way you ached for him, you let out a groan, desperation claiming you. "...I want your cock so fucking bad... Okay? I want your thick...fat...cock...filling me so deep I can't even think, talk about anything other than you feeling...so good... I want you to fuck me so hard and deep... I want you, I want you, baby... Please... Stop teasing me..."
He practically melted right on top of you, words driving the last semblance of sanity far away, a growl emitting from his lips as his hips drove forward. A moan wrestled from his lips while you? It came out in a gasp, the swollen tip sliding into your heat with no resistance, "Oh, fuck," he let out in a shaky whisper, his now free hand grasping your hip, aiding in driving his length into you, not stopping until he was buried deep. "...oh, god, oh, fuck, that's it, my good girl... Shit..." You felt so like heaven, his cock pulsed with the way your walls stretched around him. Making him feel how heated, wet and tight you were. So utterly wet, dripping for him, yet still giving him that tight feel he so often loved in fucking you. "Jesus fuck, baby... Oh, is this what you want? Hm? Feeling so full with my cock?"
The girth of him stretches you so good, your hands moving from the back of his head to his shoulders, letting out a strained moan. He did feel good, he always felt good. "...baby...shit..." you hissed, the first push always knocking your breath away. Always amazed how you can suck his cock inside your cunt, feeling so tight around him, he was buried deep within you, making your stomach clench. Muscles tightened. The tip of him reached so far that you started panting, "...Oh, god... So... So deep, baby... I... Oh, god."
"I know, I know, it feels so fucking amazing for me, too..." The way he throbbed, pulsed so deep inside you, groaning as he moved down your neck, biting gently, rocking his hips against you, "...every fucking time..." He could feel your nails digging deep into his skin, the thought of you leaving marks delighting you both, a little smile on his lips at the feel of his cock dragging out of your cunt, squeezing him tight, sucking him as if so desperate to keep him buried so deep. The sound of your whine filling his ears, making him let out a groan each time he pushed himself right back in. Gentle thrusts, breathy moans against your neck, hand gripping at both the pillow above your head while the other gripped at your hip a moment before moving toward your thigh, "...wider..." he breathed, biting your skin, "Spread your legs wider, love... Wanna fuckin' split you open with my cock, alright, my darling?"
How quickly you obeyed his demand could have been seen as shameless, but he only smiled against your skin. His gentle thrusts from before transitioned to something harder... Deeper... The sound of your wet arousal coating his cock hitting the air, heard by the both of you. Soft grunting from him, from the depths of his chest as he moved, fucking the moans out of you. Soft, strained, your hands descending down his body, nails scratching their way toward his hips. "Please... Please..." were all you could manage before tugging his waist. A silent plea for more, making him groan in such a way before he's slamming into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another, his movements not even in the same realm as gentle. Led by desire and lust, there was no control, by either of you, chasing after that euphoric feeling. Of filling you so deep and being filled by him that nothing else mattered. His name falling from your lips in desperate pants and moans, the heat overtaking you, nails digging into his skin that you didn't know his soft little cry was from that or how tight your cunt was gripping him.
"...oh, she loves my cock, doesn't she? Your sweet little cunt..." His voice breathless, not stopping his movements, not even for a second. He swore he felt himself fuck you deeper and deeper, amazed at how well you take him each time. "...so...so fuckin' eager for me... Jesus fuck..."
A soft whimper flows past your lips, trying to have the mind to speak, but his cock is so good, hitting you so deep that it makes you struggle, "...she...oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good...." Getting lost in the feel of him, the tip hitting that special spot, making you pant and moan, the slightest quivering of your thighs, squeezing his waist tight. "...mm...fuck, she get's.... Oh, fuck… Fuck! …jealous....sometimes...."
His lips ascend from your neck to your jaw, biting his way to your lips, your words caught but taking him a moment through physical touch to respond with, "...jealous?"
"Mmhm," you utter out with an exaggerated pout against his lips. "The way you just...spread your legs all over the place..." He let out a snort, eyes looking down at you, smiling softly. "In interviews and photoshoots... Showing everybody a look at your perfect cock..." You shake your head, a smile bright on your lips. "The jealousy is just...awful."
Joseph kissed your lips hard, smiling, laughing along with you. "Oh, we can't have that... I can't have her being angry at me... Not this perfect pussy... Always treating me and my cock so nicely..."
You giggled, loving that even in the heat of the moment, you two could have this. Just…this, together. The teasing, the silliness, the things that made the two of you just right. Letting out a soft groan, “You can’t have her be mad, baby…”
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “No, no, no, we can’t… Mmm-mmm, no, can’t have that…” His lips turned into a full pout, making you laugh. “Not allowed, no. Erm… God, what can I do? What can I do?” The pout was gone, replaced with a wide grin, flash of his teeth showing, all the while not stopping his hips from sliding in and out of you, just a bit slower, as he thought of the next move. Though you felt so fucking good, it was driving him absolutely mad. He wasn’t joking, you cunt was always so fucking good to him, as he nipped along your jaw, he could feel her clenching around him. So tight and wet just for him… Sucking him in, making him growl as he slammed into your hips a bit harder, just for the feel of his cock so deep inside to make you cry out in a whimper.
Your hands gripping on his shoulders, lifting to bite him there as well, hearing him moan and feeling him twitch inside you. If he kept this up, you would be so close… The feel of him splitting you open too much. So easily you felt lost when he was inside you, only a shred of the person you are, mainly replaced by a needy woman that only wanted to cum for him. For yourself, a bit, but mainly for him. He drove you crazy, transformed you into this ravenous being, hungering, desperate for his cock, his kiss, his words and moans. No one had ever made you feel this way, and you doubt anyone else would. “Baby…” His lips came crashing on yours, his hand grasped around your neck, and he swallowed your moans while meeting some of his own. You felt light, thoughts both flowing and yet emptied themselves from your head. You smell his cologne, feel the wetness between your legs coating his cock, you hear the slap of his hips against your body… Taste his taste on your tongue. All your senses were focused on him and it took you a moment to realize his grasp on your hips, not until he rolled over, pulling you on top.
Amazingly your lips remained within your kiss, his hands roaming the small of your back as you settled on top of him. Cock still buried inside you, a groan leaving him as his teeth took your bottom lip between his, biting hard, his chest heaving as he gave a little thrust of his hips up into you. You gasped, a shuddering breath following and he hummed. “...I thought what to do…” he explained softly, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping you tightly, guiding you to rock your hips back and forth gently. His hot breath came out against your chest, his lips kissing a soft trail towards your breasts. “I want her to take the lead… Yeah? Mmm… Let her take as much as she wants… Take my cock just how she likes… Isn’t that—” His words stopped as you didn’t hesitate, starting to move your hips faster, taking him by gentle surprise as he let out a soft cry. “—Jesus…. Fuck….” A soft laugh came out, his hands leaving you and took to grip at sheets beneath him. “Oh, fuck… God, that’s it…” You were a fucking goddess to him sometimes, leaning back and looking at you properly.
It was always a thrill, seeing his cock so taken by your cunt. When you rise and he could see how you made his cock glisten, so warm and wet, the sounds from your lips making him throb as you slammed your hips down on him. Rolling his eyes back as he closed them, knuckles white as he grabbed the sheets. “God, yes... Shit, you’re fucking perfect…”
“Oh, god… B a b y…” your voice was trembling, lost within your panting breath, driven by the pleasure of bouncing on his cock. Hands desperate to touch him, hold him, grabbing onto the sides of his stomach, nails digging into his flesh, using that to anchor your movements. Faster and faster… Your moans sounding more unhinged, filling his bedroom, the very air around you, hearing his own as well. “You… You feel so good…” Swallowing hard as you feel him start to thrust up against you, a cry ripping from your mouth. “So fucking good…”
“She takes me…” A wave comes over him, his hands leaving the sheets and to your thighs, heavy breath past his lips as his brows furrow. “Jesus… Oh, she takes me so…fucking…good…” He could feel it, how your cunt clenched around him so tight, making him growl.
You smile, a tremble of a laugh as you squeeze his sides. “She fuckin loves your cock…” His hips snap up hard, making you close your eyes tight and body quiver, a wave of pleasure, white hot flashes through you. “You stretch me so good, Joseph… Get in so deep… Fuck,” you let out, bouncing on his cock harder, gasps leaving your parted mouth. He doesn’t move this time, but he grips at your thighs, letting you ride him, taking complete control and you could hear his moans as he twitches and pulses inside you. Eyes are closed, the sound of your moans, the slap of skin as you move harder and faster, chasing your high, pleasure mounting inside you. “Feel so fucking perfect inside me… So good… Oh god.” The sound of your wetness drowning his length was so crisp and clear to your ears. “So wet for you…”
“I know, I know,” he all but whimpered, squeezing your thighs, “Love it when you’re so wet… Just for me… Jesus fucking Christ, feeling my cock slide in and out of you so easily… But so tight… So warm and perfect, Jesus fuck… Can you feel it… How much my cock loves you… Mmm, love how you make such a mess…”
God, you could. Every twitch, pulse, throb… Always taking your breath away, but you nodded, only moving faster, harder on him. A seamless motion of your hips, taking him fiercely and you could feel your body growing tense, toes starting to curl and that white hot claiming you bit by bit throughout your body. “....I can feel it… I can fucking feel it… Oh, baby… Joseph, fuck, I… yes… Fuck… Yes, yes—”
“Fuck, I can feel it…” his voice own voice strained, nails digging into your skin as he groans deep. His own muscles feeling tight, the spark in his belly igniting. “My girl is gonna cum, isn’t she? Yeah, she is… Fuckin’ hell, gonna make such a mess on my cock, aren’t you, my love? Yeah? God, tell me…”
“I’m gonna… Gonna make such a mess…” Your thighs trembling, gasping for air, “Joseph, baby…! Shit!”
He was quick, lifting himself to pull you down on him, lips on your neck. His hands keeping your legs spread as he fucked you, hard, fast and steady. “Let go, sweetheart… Darling… Fuck, cum with me… I wanna feel you… Wanna feel so bad, please…”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” the last words you uttered until you gave him exactly what you both wanted, a primal cry leaving your lips, cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, screaming his name as you shook. You heard him groan, kissing and biting your neck with a growl once more. He kept growling, and the realization it was because of you sent you even more over the edge. Wave after wave went through you, feeling your release drench and pour on his cock. Your arms squeezing tightly, clinging onto him as you trembled in his strong arms, trembling, sobbing. Feeling his cock still slamming into your cunt, taking it, the sensitivity making your body rock and twitch on top of him, but not wanting to stop, sending you to that euphoric state of being only Joseph could get you to. None of your partners were ever close. Only him.
It wasn’t long after until it hit him, cock throbbing, pulsing, his panting and groaning mingled with his such desperate growls. Biting your shoulder, shutting his eyes closed, he savored the feel of you so tight around his cock, and the mess of your release. So wet, he could feel the mess and could only imagine what your pussy looked like. Art, he thought. He was fucking art, a masterpiece, groaning deep as he chased after his own pleasure, feeling the wetness of your mouth and possibly tears against the crook of his neck. You always felt so alive in his arms, making him shudder as he continued. The sound of your cunt sharper than before, driving him mad, absolutely fucking mad. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, my best…fucking…girl…! Oh, god, so good for me, so…fuckin’.... Jes…Jesus Christ… Oh fuck! Yes… Shit… Oh, my girl, my precious fuckin’ girl, you make…” His chest heaving, feeling it, “...feel so good… You’re gonna take it, yeah? Take every…Jesus fuck…. Oh god, everything… Take fucking everything…” You nodded, prompting him to give your arse a good smack, earning a light yelp from you. “Say it.”
Whimpering softly, “...take it, I’m gonna take it… Take everything… Oh, god, please, give it to me…”
He groaned, “...good girl… Oh, God…!” A few more strokes of his cock in and out of you, taking your hips and one last thrust, making sure he was deep inside you as he spilled with deep, primal growl. Your hand went to his curls, fingers squeezing tight as you shook and trembled, crying out a moan and he bit into the flesh of your shoulder. Ecstasy filled him, cock pulsing, threads of his cum painting your walls, muttering your name over and over like a prayer. Body trembling with you, the white heat burning him from the inside out, stilling only for a moment until but you both felt so good, both of your bodies starting to move again. Your lips finding each other’s, kissing each other deep, moaning, whimpering into each other’s mouths, the sensitivity sending each other to a place of pleasure and a good sense of hurt, bodies quivering together. He wanted to fuck his cum deeper into you, and a part of you wanted that too. Not stopping him, a warmth cascading over you as his hand smoothed over your stomach.
After the daze had settled, you reluctantly slid from him, leaving his cock to drop to his stomach, your joined release dripping over him there. An immediate ache settled over you, your body, your cunt mourning the loss of his cock making you feel so full as you settled on your side, curled up to him and resting your cheek to his shoulder, both out of breath. Your clit pulsed, throbbing, and your cunt was still clinging to the feeling of when he came, the feel of his hot cum filled you, so much that he seeped from you even as he was still fucking you. His fingers came to your cheek, causing you to lift your eyes to look at his deep chocolate brown ones, looking at you in that soft sense of afterglow, with such adoration it made your heart sing. Smiling brightly, you raise your lips to kiss him, both humming with a smile on each other’s lips, his hand cupping your cheek, kissing each other deep before pulling away with a hum.
There was a comforting silence between you for a moment, eyes, hands, lips finding each other. Kissing your fingertips, knuckles, your wrist. You place your chin to his shoulder, tracing his lips, down to his neck—a snort leaving you. “Shit…” you let out, biting your bottom lip as fingers traced over your handiwork. “It’s already a bit purple… God, you bruise easily…”
He rolled his eyes, “Those poor makeup crew… All because my girl is feral for me.”
“Oh fuck you,” you laughed, settling closer to him, draping a leg between his and arm across his stomach, “You love it.”
Joseph couldn’t deny it, fingers sliding over your arm, “Yeah, I do. Fucking adore it, actually. Makes me feel smug and I’ll wear it with pride.”
You hummed softly, “And not bad that you’ve given me a few marks of your own…”
“Matching set, only fair…”
“True,” you concede, holding him closer as he turned, wrapping an arm around you. A soft, pleased little hum leaving as he kissed your forehead, the feel of his warmth a good comfort to you.
“So… The video’s good, then? Or…amazing, even? Like we’ve established I’m fuckable in it, clearly, got the mess on my cock to prove it, but—”
“Oh my god,” you let out with a pained laugh, laying on your back as you looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, you know that, right?”
A soft little grin settled on his lips, looking at you, that warmth and adoration from earlier only deepened right at that moment. “...I was actually thinking the exact same thing.”
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Kind of want to see Daddy’s protective side come out if someone messes with Princess 🥺. I love how you write them
yessssss this is exciting, thank you! big thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for helping me write this part (and really this whole story lol thanks rie mwah) cw dubcon/noncon (unwanted touching/kissing), fighting, slapping, a punch is thrown, blood, steve is a rat bastard
As much as you wanted to forget Eddie and write him off for good, there was something stopping you. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but he still dominated your thoughts as if he was still your boyfriend. You woke up in the morning and thought about him, waking up in that bed that he had nearly fucked you in; you wondered if you were on his mind as much as he was on yours.
“Why the long face?” Lisa asked, and you snapped out of your daydreams about Eddie. He was sitting just on the other side of the lunchroom with his Hellfire Club, and it tore your heart in two to see him smiling and laughing with them. Did he mean it when he said he loved you? Or was it a last-ditch effort to keep you? It certainly didn’t seem like the breakup affected him too much.
“Huh?” you asked, and Lisa laughed.
“Long face,” she said. “You’re up in the clouds right now, what’s going on?”
“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie and I broke up, and I’m just upset about it.”
“Oh, no,” Lisa said with an exaggerated pout, and you knew that she didn’t really care too much. Lisa had been your friend for a long time, and she was even the one who had instigated the whole “Oh, send her to buy the weed from Eddie, it’ll be funny!” situation, but it wasn't hard to tell when she was being insincere. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“We just had a big fight,” you said. You didn’t feel like rehashing everything, so you kept the details light, knowing that Lisa would want as much detail as possible. “He said some things and I… He was just super mean. I couldn’t forgive him for it, so we broke up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lisa said. “That sucks. I know you really liked him.”
You nodded and sighed, and you picked at your bag of chips as you absently listened to Lisa prattle on about some party she was planning on going to. “It’s gonna be totally fun,” she said. “I’m going, and Diana is gonna show up— at least, she told me she was gonna, but she’s such a bitch, she doesn’t do half the things she says she will— and Steve’s gonna be there—“
“Steve?” you said. “Like, Harrington?”
“Duh,” Lisa said. “He’s throwing the party.”
“Oh,” you said. “Um, well, can I come?”
“To Steve’s party?” Lisa asked, and you nodded. “I don’t know. It's not really your scene—“
“I've met him,” you said quickly, as if that would give you some sort of credit or approval from her. “Um, he and Eddie are friends, and I went to his house to watch a movie. He kissed me and everything.”
“Steve Harrington kissed you?” Lisa asked, and heat rose in your belly. You couldn’t tell what it was, anger or fear or the sheer upset feeling that Lisa didn’t believe you.
“On the cheek,” you said. “And he tried to look at my tits, but I told him no.”
“So, why do you wanna go to his party?” Lisa asked. “To get back at Eddie or something?”
You shrugged. “I don’t wanna get back at him,” you said. “I just wanna show him that… I don’t know, other people like me too.”
The party was that night at Steve’s house, and you gulped as Lisa tugged you into the depths of the party. You wondered just how many people were there, the music pounding and the thick smell of smoke and beer in the air. Smoke. It was the pungent stuff that Eddie had blown at you as he had fingered you, and your heart quickened in your chest. No. Surely he wasn’t—
“Is that Eddie?” Lisa called to you over the music, and you turned to see where she was pointing. On a couch in the living room, relaxed back with a joint in his mouth, was your ex. He wore his regular ripped jeans with the Black Sabbath shirt that you had worn, his hair looking soft and freshly shampooed, just the way you liked it. He didn’t seem as if he saw you, and you squeaked.
“I wanna find Stevie,” you told Lisa, grabbing her hand hard. “Do you know where he is?"
"Probably out by the pool," Lisa said, and she held your hand tightly as she dragged you out of the house and to the back. There were people back here too, all smoking and drinking and dancing, and your heart skipped when you saw Steve sitting on a lawn chair by the side of the pool, a cigarette behind his ear and a beer on a small table beside the chair.
"Stevie!" you called to him, and you took control, leading Lisa to him. You weren't entirely sure if she had ever met Stevie face to face before, but the way she froze when Steve looked towards you was all the confirmation you needed, and a hot flash rose in your belly. Finally; you had done something that Lisa hadn't.
"Hey there, pumpkin," Steve greeted you with a smile, and you remembered how he had called you that that night. "It's nice to see you here." He bent down and kissed your cheek, and you grinned as Lisa stayed frozen in your hand. "Who's this?"
"My friend, Lisa," you told him. "She convinced me to come tonight."
"I thought for sure you'd skip out on this," Steve told you, his eyes stuck on you, not even giving Lisa the time of day. "Especially because Eddie—"
"O-Oh, is he here?" you stammered, trying to play it off as if you had no idea.
"He always comes to my parties," Steve told you. "He sells a lot of weed here, makes a killing every time."
"I, umm, didn't see him or anything," you said softly, and Steve smiled at you, his lips quirking up.
"I'll protect you from him," Steve said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Mean ole Daddy, he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're too good for him." Steering you away from Lisa, Stevie sat you down on the lawn chair that he was previously sat on, and he sat down on the ground, letting his finger absently run across your bare knee as he sipped his beer. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Can I have a beer?" you asked meekly. "V'never had one."
"You can have the rest of mine," Steve told you, passing you the aluminum can. "I don't like this kinda beer anyway, you can have it all."
"Oh," you said softly, and you looked into the darkness of the can for a second before you pressed it to your lips and tipped your head back. It tasted bad, watery and grassy and thin, and you wrinkled your nose at it.
"How 'bout I get you a Coke instead?" Steve asked, chuckling at your reaction. "I've got some of that New Coke, have you ever had it?" You shook your head, and Steve smiled, moving himself to his feet and taking his drink back. "I'll be right back, pumpkin, you and Linda stay right here."
"Lisa," she corrected him, and Steve squinted his eyes shut.
"Right," he said. "Lisa, Lisa... You two pretty girls stay here, I'll be back."
"Wait, Stevie," you started, grappling at the edge of his shirt. "Don't tell Eddie I'm here. He'll get upset."
"Why?" Steve asked. "He's not your boyfriend anymore, he can't tell you what to do."
"Yeah, but he'll try to talk to me," you said. "A-And I think I'll start crying if he tries to talk to me."
"Well, we can't have that," Steve said, and he knocked your cheek with his bent finger affectionately. "My lips are sealed, pumpkin." With that, he slid out of your grip and went back inside the house, leaving you and Lisa by the pool. There weren't many people out there, only you two and a handful of others, and it made it feel special, secluded, almost.
"Wow," Lisa giggled, sitting down next to you. "Steve really likes you. Are you gonna kiss him?"
"Why would I kiss him?" you asked.
"Because he's giving you those big 'kiss me' eyes," Lisa said. "You really don't see it?"
You shrugged. "You know me, I'm..." you started, and you sighed. "I can be pretty dumb."
"Aw, that's okay," Lisa said. "We're all dumb sometimes."
You nodded, your knee jiggling as you waited for Stevie to come back, and you finally brightened when you saw him, carrying a red can of soda and a new beer. The cigarette was lit between his lips, and he wrinkled his eyebrows at Lisa. "Hey, I think someone was looking for you?" he started. "He told me his name but I can't remember— I don't know the kid. Mason or Jason or—"
"Jason Carver?" Lisa beamed. "He's looking for me?"
"Yeah, that's him," Steve said. "In a letterman jacket, he asked if I had seen you."
"Oh," Lisa said, and you giggled as she smiled. "Where is he?"
"In the kitchen," Steve said. "He—" Lisa was up before he could even finish his sentence, and he smirked as she flounced, setting an featherlight kiss on your cheek before she left. "I guess that's Linda gone, huh?"
"Y-Yeah," you stuttered, taking the Coke from Steve's hand. "Lisa."
"Oh, fuck me," Steve said. "I'm sorry, I'm bad with names." He took his seat back on the ground, and he leaned his head against your knee, fiddling with your skirt on your thigh. "How are you, pumpkin? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you."
"Well, y'know," you mumbled. "Eddie and I broke up, so it's kinda sucked recently."
"Yeah," Steve said softly. "I'm sorry about that. Like I said, that dick doesn't deserve you."
"Why did you wanna see my tits?" you asked suddenly, remembering Eddie's words that it was in fact Steve's idea to get under your dress that night. Had he lied to you then too, to try to absolve himself of any wrongdoings? "Eddie told me it was your idea."
"Did he tell you that?" Steve asked. "Jesus, baby, no, I would never. He told me that you were easy to convince and that he bet that he could make you do it again. Eddie's one of my best friends, but he can be a real nasty dick sometimes."
"Really?" you mumbled, and you sipped at your drink to try to ward off the tears. "He's so much meaner than I thought he was."
"Sometimes people can surprise you," Steve shrugged, drinking his beer. His finger traced down from your thigh to your ankle and back up to your thigh, and he whispered, "You're so pretty."
"What?" you asked.
"Just sayin' you're gorgeous," Steve said. "And I'm really sorry about what happened with Eddie. You two seemed like you were so good together."
"But he lied to me," you said. "Boyfriends don't lie to their girlfriends."
"Not without a good reason," Steve said. "Maybe he was trying to protect you."
"Protect me?" you scoffed. "From what? He was using me, he was the one hurting me."
"Protect you from himself," Steve said. "Ed's a complicated guy, but I know that he really liked you. He might've even loved you, but, if his lying was that big of a problem..." He shrugged. "I get it."
"Yeah," you mumbled. "And he used me, he was gross and used me..."
"What did he do?" Steve asked, and you sighed.
"Stevie," you started, and his finger dipped under your skirt for just a second. "I, umm... Can you move your hand?"
"Aw, pumpkin, I'm just touching you," Steve said. "I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"
"I don't want you to touch me," you told him, and you set down your drink and started to stand up. "I think I wanna go home."
"Hey, calm down," Steve said, standing up faster than you. "Linda's off with Jason, she can't take you home. Just stay here for a while."
"No, Stevie," you told him. "I wanna go home, let go of me."
"Pumpkin, c'mon, don't be difficult," Steve said, and you sneered at him.
"You're no better than Eddie," you bit at him. "You're just as fucking gross as he is."
"Oh, wow, we're cussing now?" Steve laughed. "C'mon, baby, let's just calm down a little—" His hand moved to your arm then, taking you in his strong grip, and you whined at the pain of your pinched skin between his fingers.
"Let go of me!" you whimpered, and fear stabbed at your heart when Steve reached up and cupped your cheek hard. It should have been gentle, but it wasn't, and you tried to crane your head away from what you knew was coming. Steve was stronger than you, though, faster than you, and his kiss swiped across your lips before you could do anything to stop it. "Steve, stop it!"
"You can just forget about mean ole Eddie, pumpkin," Steve told you, his hard grip on your arm bruising. "I'll treat you better than he did."
"Stop!" you cried, and, before you knew what had happened, something had ripped from your arm, a movement that you didn't even know you had done until it was already finished: your hand shot out and slapped Steve across the cheek hard, hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your palm erupt in flames.
"Jesus," Steve laughed. "I didn't know you were so feisty. I love a girl with a little fire in her."
"I said no, Steve!" you told him, trying again to step away from him, but his grip was too strong, and he pulled you even closer, until your front was pressed against his. "Let me go!"
Steve kissed you again, hard, his mouth pressed against yours so firmly that it hurt. You hit his shoulder, his chest, any part of him that you could reach to try to deter him, and you sobbed when Steve reached down and grabbed handfuls of your ass. There was no getting out of this, you realized, and your tears streamed down your face as you finally figured out how to get Steve away from you. Your stomach roiled, your head felt like it was in a vice, and you tore yourself away from his mouth for just long enough to scream.
"Daddy!"
"Oh, you're calling for him?" Steve asked. "You need him to save you or some shit?"
"Let go of me!" you sniffled. "Daddy, help me!"
"Just calm the fuck down," Steve said quickly. "I won't hurt you, pumpkin, I'd never wanna hurt you—"
In an instant, Steve was being dragged away from you, and you sniffled and wrapped your arms around your middle as you watched Eddie get up in Steve's face. His cheeks were red, his jaw clenched; he was furious. "What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie snapped. "She fuckin' said no, can't you hear her?"
"Go away, Munson," Steve sneered back. "This is none of your business."
"I hear my girl calling my name and come to see you groping her and she's crying?" Eddie asked. He was seething, seeing red. "I think it is my business."
"She's not your girl anymore," Steve told him. "And that's your fucking problem, you think she's still yours. She's moved on, haven't you, pumpkin?"
You sniffled as two sets of blazing eyes landed on you, and you suddenly became aware of the silence around you. The party had all but stopped to watch the fight, and you turned back to Eddie and shook your head. You wiped your nose on your wrist and you mumbled, "I-I didn't wanna kiss him, Daddy, please believe me."
"I believe you, princess, I believe you," Eddie told you quickly, and he stepped over to you, putting his hands gently on your waist. "Did he hurt you?"
"No," you said shakily and sniffled. "He was just touching me and kissing me, but I told him no."
"Yeah, but the little bitch slapped me," Steve spat.
"Good," Eddie said, turning back to you. "I'm proud of you, princess. Here, sit down, take a drink, try to calm down." He guided you to sit back on the lawn chair, and he pushed the can of Coke into your hands, helping you sip at it with shaking hands. "Just like that, good girl."
"I'm not fuckin' done with you," Eddie said then, turning back to Steve. "Maybe she's not mine, but that doesn't mean that you get to feel her up whenever you want. The fuck's the matter with you?"
"Me?" Steve laughed. "What about you? Think about what you've done to her, I only know about making her show you her tits and the fingering bullshit, what else have you made her do, you pervert?"
"Don't throw stones in glass houses," Eddie laughed bitterly. "I seem to remember how you were begging to see her tits too. If I'm bad, then you're just as bad as me. Worse, even, because, you know what, I have some fucking self control, I didn't touch her until she told me that she wanted me to. If anyone's the pervert here, it's you—"
You screamed and dropped your drink as Steve threw a punch, and Eddie stumbled back for a moment, knocking over the small table beside you. The glass top shattered, and you jumped and cried as Eddie fell back onto his hands on the ground. The crunch of the glass was deafening in your ears, and fear paralyzed you when Eddie pushed his hair from his face to reveal blood. Blood was pouring from his nose, staining his lip and chin, and he slowly reached up and touched his nose, hissing at the pain of what was undoubtedly broken.
"Eddie," you sobbed, kneeling down beside him. Everything was quiet as the glass sliced your knees, tearing your skin the shreds, and you pushed his hair behind his ear as you watched tears fall from his beautiful chocolate eyes. "Oh my God."
"S'what you fucking deserve," Steve spat. "Someone should've done that to you a long time ago."
You saw the flames ignite in Eddie's eyes, and his mouth contorted into an ugly, bloody gash of red as he pushed himself up from the ground. You saw the glass imbedded in his palms as he clenched his hands into fists, and you sobbed and covered your eyes as you prepared for him to punch Steve. You could never forget the sight of Eddie getting hit, and you couldn't watch anymore.
"Y'know what, Steve?" Eddie said. His voice was thick, and you slowly peeked out from behind your hands to see him stepping backwards. "You're not worth it. You've never been worth it. Maybe you do deserve to get the shit kicked out of you, but I won't be the one to do it."
"Right, yeah," Steve laughed as Eddie extended his hand to you, helping you from the ground. "Whatever, dude."
"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as Steve continued his rant, something about Eddie being a pussy for not fighting back, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.
"Your nose—" you started, and Eddie shook his head.
"I'll be okay," Eddie sighed. "I'm worried about you, princess."
"M'fine," you mumbled, looking down at your legs. "My knees hurt."
"You've probably got some glass in them," Eddie said. "Be careful..." He took your hand in his and started to lead you away from Steve, but Steve's next words stopped him cold in his tracks.
"Yeah, fucking run away, Munson! Just like you always do!"
Eddie took a deep breath, but he kept walking, tugging you behind him. "He's not worth it," Eddie whispered, almost to himself, and he pulled you into his body and buried a kiss in your hair. "Not worth it, princess..."
to be continued...
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Hello!
I’d like to request a fic:
Steve/Reader/Eddie porn? I literally don’t care the circumstances I just need it. Maybe you’re dating one and they know you’re hot for the other so they invite them into the bedroom as a present? You all meet at a party get drunk or high and fuck? Who knows
Summary: Eddie gives you Steve as a birthday present.
Warnings: Smut, pet names, oral, overstimulation (f), threesome, praise kink.
Beta Reader(s): @hellfiremunsonn , @ayejaye20 , @eddiesdungeon
MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY
It was your birthday, and the party was in full swing. It was a few hours in now, and you were pretty toasted; pretty high. On your neck sat the gorgeous necklace your boyfriend had given you, and around your wrist was a bracelet he'd made. You loved Eddie and the way he was talented in so many ways.
You giggled at something one of your friends said, still sober enough to understand what was going on, at least. You never planned on getting black out drunk; that would be no fun.
You felt him before you heard him; his arm slipping around your waist; his hair tickling your cheek, and his breath on your ear as he leaned in close to whisper to you.
"Got one more present for you, baby. Let's shut this thing down." His voice was husky, and you knew what he meant.
You nodded with a grin. Birthday sex was probably one of the best kinds of sex. Well, sex in celebration of anything was always amazing, but then again, sex with Eddie was always something to celebrate.
The two of you began thanking people for coming and ushering them out. Of course you didn't want anyone to hear your loud moans while he pummeled into you. Plus, it was getting late, nearing three A.M., and people should be heading home.
You said goodbye to all of your friends with hugs and birthday wishes. Soon, you were alone with Eddie.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get the real party started." He teased you, taking your hand.
You rolled your eyes and gave his hand a squeeze as he led you to your shared room.
He shut the door behind you and kissed you, backing you up until your knees hit the bed and you sat, his lips never leaving yours. His hands ghosted down your sides, fingers hooking at the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off of you.
He looked down at you, smirking, his hands reaching for your breasts. He squeezed them through your bra, pressed them together. You rolled your eyes and reached behind you, unhooking it, and letting the straps slide down your arms.
"Someone's eager. Don't want a little bit of teasing?" He asked playfully, tossing your bra away carelessly as he leaned in to kiss you.
You shook your head, a pout forming at your lips. He kissed it away, his hands resting on your breasts once more and squeezing, pinching your nipples between his long fingers.
You moaned softly, feeling the coolness of his rings against your skin.
"That's my girl." He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss at your neck. Even though you'd just told him you didn't want teasing, here he was, softly playing with your nipples as his lips devoured your neck.
You pressed your thighs together and swallowed. You were getting wet.
His teeth scraped your skin and you gasped, your hands finding purchase on his strong arms. You squeezed them, rubbing your thighs together.
"I see you, baby. You gettin' wet for me?" He asked, his voice low.
You nodded, whimpering softly as he sucked a mark into your throat.
"Good girl." He chuckled, sliding his hand from your breast down to press between your legs.
You gasped, and he took the opportunity to kiss you again. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers softly rubbed your clit through your panties, your skirt hiking up slightly at the motion.
You moaned into his mouth, so lost in what was going on that you didn't hear the door open.
But Eddie did, and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look. His hand never stopped on your clit, like he didn't care who saw.
"Harrington, you're late." He mused.
You flushed deeply, lifting an arm to cover your breasts and pressing your thighs together around Eddie's hand.
"Sorry, had to make sure Robin got in a taxi. She was pretty wasted." He laughed as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Your eyes locked with his, and he flushed this time.
"What-" you started, but Eddie didn't let you finish.
"He's your birthday present, baby. I know how sexy you find him." He chuckled.
"Eddie-" you whined softly.
"What, sweetheart? I talked to him about it and he agreed. Said he couldn't keep his eyes off of you either." Eddie grinned down at you.
Your face was burning bright red.
"Come on over, Harrington. Let's give her the best birthday."
Steve took a few steps towards the two of you before his fingers began plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Your mouth watered as his chest was slowly revealed, inch by inch, as each button was slipped through its loop.
He slid it off of his arms and let it drop on the floor. You swallowed, your eyes devouring his chest, his abdomen, in all its glory.
Your pussy clenched around nothing. Fuck, this was hot.
"I felt that." Eddie laughed, as he started his fingers up again. You slowly released your thighs, letting them spread open again.
"Good girl," Eddie cooed.
Steve climbed onto the bed with a shy smile and leaned in to kiss you, his hands going to your breasts. His touch was different from Eddie's. His was softer, but still firm. He squeezed you, and you moaned softly into his mouth.
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before.
"Lay her back, Harrington." Eddie said.
Steve did as told, guiding you until you were laying on your back and leaning over you to keep his lips on yours.
Eddie tugged at your skirt, and you lifted your hips to help him get it off, along with your panties, and soon you were naked.
Calloused fingers ran up your thighs as Eddie spread your legs for him. You could feel his lips on your skin, kissing slowly down the plain of your leg until he reached your heat.
His tongue gave a testing kitten lick. Your back arched slightly. He pushed your thighs apart even wider.
"Alright, Harrington. She's ready for us." Eddie sounded way too smug.
Steve broke the kiss and slid down to stand next to Eddie.
"Scoot up, baby." Steve whispered. You did, obediently, scooting back until your head was on the pillows.
Both boys climbed up onto the bed once their shoes were kicked off and they leaned over you in tandem.
Holy shit.
Their shoulders pressed together as they got closer to your aching cunt, both looking up at you. Eddie, looking smug, and Steve looking very turned on.
Then, their tongues were on you. Both of them. Sharing space as they worked together to lick at your clit.
"Fuck," you moaned. You could feel them both so well, tongues flicking and sliding on each side of your clit and you knew you could see that they were practically making out, too.
A ringed finger entered your hole, then a second, skinnier one followed. What the fuck had the two of these guys planned? How had they planned it?
They worked well together, fingers curling as Eddie's pressed in when Steve's pulled out, Steve's pushing in as Eddie's slid out. They were finger fucking you right into that spongey spot inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch.
Your fingers found handfuls of each of their hair, as you moaned loudly for them. Just for them.
They were working you so close to your edge, fingers speeding up like they were communicating through their minds.
You tugged their hair, crying out as your orgasm got closer and closer and closer, until finally one last lick - you didn't know who it was from - sent you careening over the edge. Your juices shot from you, painting each of their faces in your wet as the most heavy orgasm of your life hit you.
Your thighs twitched, pussy pulsing and clenching around their fingers as they worked you through it, not caring that their faces were wet.
"Stop, stop, stop!" You whimpered at them once the overstimulation set in.
But they didn't. They kept working you. You whined loudly, tugging their hair roughly as you choked out moans, your legs kicking softly beneath them.
"Please," you almost sobbed, but you didn't know what you were asking for, especially as your orgasm began building again.
They worked you through your climax, not stopping until their faces were dripping with the juices that shot from your body.
They both pulled back with grins on their lips.
"Good girl," Eddie praised you as your chest heaved.
You stared at them, blissed out, as they both began working their belts and zippers open. Oh yeah. They were still gonna fuck you.
You panted softly, sitting up to watch them.
They were both naked within a few moments, and climbing back on the bed.
Your eyes landed on Steve's cock. It was thinner than Eddie's, but a little longer. You swallowed the drool that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips.
"Hands and knees, love." Eddie told you, and you flipped over, holding yourself up on your hands as Eddie positioned in front of you, and Steve behind you.
You swallowed as your hand grasped Eddie's cock, stroking it a few times before you pressed your lips to the tip, your tongue snaking out to taste him. You moaned softly.
The crinkling of a condom wrapper brought you to your senses and you looked up at Eddie before turning your head to look at Steve. "Don't." You told him, before turning back to continue your work on your boyfriend.
You slid your mouth past his tip, suckling softly as you stroked him. You felt Steve's hands on your hips, squeezing you softly, before one left to guide himself to your dripping hole.
He slipped in, and you moaned, your back arching as you felt his long length fill you up. He pressed immediately into your g-spot, which made you clench around him. He made a soft noise in turn.
You took more of Eddie into your mouth as he took a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly in his fingers as you slowly fucked him with your mouth.
Steve started thrusting, too, trying to match your pace.
You moaned around Eddie as your overstimulated pussy was fucked into. Your eyes closed until Eddie patted your cheek.
"Eyes up here, doll." He told you, grinning down at you.
You kept your eyes on him as Steve thrusted a little harder, your brow furrowing in pleasure.
This was the best birthday present ever.
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🎀Making It Up to You🎀
Summary: Eddie has to cancel a dinner date with you and it causes you to spiral and slip into little space
Pairing: Caregiver!Eddie x little!reader (gender is not really mentioned, so gen!neutral reader)
Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, it’s a fluff piece, however mentions of age regression, CGl dynamic, use of pet names
Word Count: 1524
A/N: A very special thank you to @hellfiremunsonn for reading this before letting me post it, I haven’t written much because of a lot of irl things going on. I appreciate everyone’s patience and I have another fic coming soon, I’m just working out the plot!
Today was going to be a good day, at least that’s what you’d told yourself all day. Eddie was going to take you to dinner before he checked in with Dustin, the new leader of Hellfire now that Eddie’s graduated. He still guest DM’d here and there but he mostly just helped create campaigns for the group. A silent partner if you will.
His van was waiting outside the library you worked at, the loud hum of his engine, a soothing noise to you, was a nuisance to everyone else. Your feet carried you across the parking lot, you were so excited for this check in and dinner. You already had an outfit picked out, and were excited for him to see it, since he loved seeing you dressed up when you two went out.
The door swung open, “Sorry Bun, change of plans. Rain check on dinner, apparently Dustin lost his copy of the campaign somehow and now I have to help him rush it together before the guys and Erica start showing.” You were crushed, the world crumbling. Logically you knew it was fine and that things happened from time to time to make it so you had to change plans. And you knew he’d make it up to you later or the next day. But you started to slip a little, you could feel yourself becoming small. Usually you had more control but when you got upset, the wall was harder to hold up.
Quietly you nodded your head and slid into the passenger seat, sitting as humanly close as you could, his hand sought out your thigh and he held it to comfort you as he drove over to the Henderson house to pick up Dustin and drive over to the high school. The curly haired boy got into the bench behind yours once the van pulled up. He was swearing up a storm, going off about how it had taken them weeks to work on this story. Eddie asked you to hand Dustin the binder on the floor of the passenger side, it was decorated in stickers and binder clips.
Dustin thanked you, and started going through the pages, while he was distracted you slide a little closer to Eddie, looking for a moment of solace, and hoping you didn’t fully slip before you made it back home. “You ok?” He asked you, it was getting hard to verbalized, so you just nodded your head and settled against his arm. “Feeling a bit small, huh?” He muttered softly into your ear, again, you nodded. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he reassured you that it wouldn’t take long and to not worry. But you could feel yourself slipping more, your fingers playing with the frayed edges of your sweatshirt. At the next stop light he reached across you and opened the glove compartment and handed you a tiny stuffed bear on a keychain for you to hold on to. It would innocuous enough that no one would think twice but it would give you the comfort you needed.
Pulling up at the school every got out, you slid out using Eddie’s side of the van, his hands helping you to the ground. “Just a couple hours, Henderson, it’s been a long day and we’ve already cancelled plans for this.” The walk to the drama room was short, just a few doors in, you remembered the first time you came here, it seemed so intimidating but then you sat and watched a campaign and you grew to appreciate it even if the content scared you sometimes. Eddie and Dustin sat at the table, Eddie in his old seat, and Dustin beside him while you wandered off to sit and hang out on a padded bench to draw in a notebook from your book bag.
Eventually your eyes slid shut after a couple hours and you nodded off waiting for the boys to finish, your body curled up on the bench, thumb near your mouth since it’d fallen out of your lips and landed next to your head. Eddie noticed you’d fallen asleep and since they were basically done, he told Dustin that the two of you needed to go.
“You could stay though, I’m sure everyone would love it if you stayed.” Dustin still looked up to Eddie, and loved any excuse to hang out with him.
He shook his head “nah man, I bailed on date night already, consider this my check in that I was going to do after dinner, I’ll call you and make plans,” Eddie motioned towards you “for now I need to get them home so they can eat dinner before it’s too late.” Gathering yours and his things, and picking up your bag before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you, “come on, sweetheart, time to go.”
Yawning and stretching you waved goodbye to Dustin, “s’later” you mumbled sleepily, clutching onto Eddies’ arm. Getting into the van this time around was slightly more difficult, from being barely awake and slipping you feet wouldn’t work as well as you’d like. Eddie assisted you and then got in on his side.
“I’m sorry your night was spoiled, little one, I’ll make it up to you I promise,” as you two pulled out of the parking lot, you could see Steve and Robin dropping off some of the guys and Erica, the older boys would be carpooling and wouldn’t be far behind them. Eddie and Steve exchanged nods, but beyond that your boyfriend was more concerned about getting you home so you could feel fully at ease.
The drive home didn’t take long, once you were at the small apartment complex on the outskirts of the main road, you slid out of the van, landing with a quiet “oof” as your feet collided with the pavement. Your unit was on the ground floor, and it was perfect. To you anyways.
Inside was warmth, cozy items, stuffies, Eddie’s guitars and amps as well as comfy furniture and rugs everywhere. Instead of posters directly on the living room wall there were posters in frames, which was your idea so it looked more artistic. The bedroom was a different story, posters tacked to the wall, plants everywhere, clothing heaped on the floor waiting to be folded and put away, yours and Eddie’s bed in the middle, and your dressers took up most of the space. There were stuffies here too, but these ones were the ones you’d had since your childhood. The one on the bed was your most prized possession, it was a small tiger, you’d had him forever and he was full of your secrets and stories. He was due for a restuffing but you didn’t like him leaving your room or the apartment for that matter.
“Alright, lets get changed and I’ll make some dinner since you’re too little to do that right now.” Eddie had finally entered caregiver mode, he helped you get out of your clothes, wash your face and get into a PJ set that had dinosaurs on it. Once you were settled on the couch with The Land Before Time playing to keep you occupied, Eddie went to make dinner for the two of you. After about twenty minutes he entered the living room carrying two plates, each had a generous helping of Kraft Dinner and a pile of Dino nuggets, Ketchup was tucked in his arm.
His ringed fingers motioned at the plates, as he joined you on the couch “dig in Kiddo,” you knew that he was desperately trying to make it all up to you, Eddie hated disappointing you. It was the last thing he wanted to do. So he always tried his best to cheer you up, and tonight especially it was working. He told you that you two would go out for dinner tomorrow and that he’d get you a new stuffed animal as a present too. You were elated and he felt better about everything.
Later he would tuck you and your tiger into bed, tell you a story and cuddle you until you fell asleep. His chocolate brown eyes would watch you sleep for a long while, sweeping over your face as you dreamed and cuddled deeper into his side. Wrapping his arm around you he tucked your head into the crook of his neck and kissed your temple “G’night baby” Before he fell asleep he noticed your stuffed animal was nearing the edge of the bed, he pressed him back into your arms and allowed himself to join you in dreamland.
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Alright sluts, what do you guys think should happen/what do you guys WANT to happen in part three of Now You See Me?
I’m unsure if I want to jump right into sex with them, or if I wanna sprinkle little smutty moments leading up to the sex in a future part.
LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!
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Chapter 1 ⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5
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⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader
⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking / smoking, fluff, friends to lovers, smut, oral, p in v
⛤Words: 1.4k
⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard
⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.
⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Everybody give it up for our bet reader @hellfiremunsonn ! This is sadly our last chapter. But if you know from my previous fics, flattery works with me. So comment/reblog if you want to see another chapter. It was so fun writing this. I love making these and I'm glad you enjoy them too.
⛤Chapter 5: Just Stay
Eddie went back inside the bar, and told the group you were feeling pretty exhausted from all the excitement. He slipped Steve a 20 dollar bill so he could take care of the tab later. Eddie thought he was being sly but everyone knew exactly what was going on. It was nothing personal, you both just needed some time alone to process all these feelings and move forward.
Eddie opened the driver side door and climbed in. Seeing you in his leather jacket while seated comfortably on the passenger side of his van sparked a bit of pride, he could feel it in his chest. It was his moment and he was going to make it happen.
Eddie pulled out of the parking lot and turned down the main road. He turns the radio on and lights the cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were once again taken aback by how kind he is, how he’s always looking out for you. You couldn't stop staring at his handsome face, he’s always made you feel weak in the knees but this time was different.
It’s getting darker, there aren't many cars on the road. When you look out the window you notice how the sky is littered with bright stars, a sight you haven't seen in a long time. Eddie pulls into the apartment complex parking lot and parks in an empty space. He shuts off the engine and before you knew it, he was opening the van door. You take his hand as you carefully hop out. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you up to his place.
“I’ve got a little something for you upstairs.” He grins and kisses the top of your head.
“Oh yeah? What might that be?” You return his playful tone.
“All in due time, my love.” He says as he unlocks the front door. You expected Dustin to be there but it seems he’s gone out. You make it to Eddie's room and he quickly shuts the door behind you. He opens a small cabinet in his desk and pulls out two small glasses and a bottle of rye whiskey.
“Can I pour you a drink?”
“Yes please.” You giggle, Eddie used to be so rough around the edges, when did he get so sophisticated?
He hands you the half full glass and you take a seat on the bed. He opens his closet and you can hear him fumbling around inside. After a moment he returns with something in his closed hand. He presents you with this red guitar pick necklace and you immediately recognize it.
“Do you remember this?” Eddie asks, taking a seat next to you. He motions for you to turn around and you hesitate at first but eventually turn your body away from him. He takes a sip and sets his glass down on the table.
“Yeah! You used to wear it everyday, how could I forget?” You reply, you almost forgot he asked you a question.
He drapes the necklace around your neck and adjusts the clasp. Eddie moves your hair off to one side, “Y/N, you and I both know this can't be temporary. I don’t want this to end when you leave, so I need you to tell me something, okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair.
“Do you really love me? Or is this something temporary. We’re adults now, things are different and more complicated. But I know my feelings for you have never changed.” Eddie admits while resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I do…I love you so much it's stupid. At first I felt the same way, like you could have any girl you wanted so I had to be just some fling, right?” You take a drink, the liquor burns your throat, reminding you that you are in fact, an adult with adult feelings. You place your glass on the side table.
“Eddie, I don’t think I want to go back to Shelbyville.” The thought hit you so hard. Why are you still there?
“You don’t have to go. You could just stay and be mine.” He says, barely above a whisper. His face is really close, the thought of being his and only his made your heart pound. “Just stay.” He whispers in your ear. His voice is sticky sweet and his words ignite a fire within you.
You turned around and kissed him hard. Eddie wraps one arm around your waist, the other carding through your hair. Your arms slowly wrap around his neck, each kiss more heated than the last. While your tongues dance in sync, Eddie slides his jacket off your shoulders and it falls to the floor. He slips one hand up your shirt which sends a shiver up your spine.
You tug on Eddie's hoodie, he immediately gets the hint and removes it along with his shirt. It didn't take long to get you out of your clothes and in his sheets. Lost in the moment, you both surrendered to desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Lips brushed against cheeks, trailing tender kisses along jawlines and necks. Each touch a whispered promise of longing and each kiss was a unveiled secret.
Eddie explored every inch of your body with his fingertips. He was slow, reveling in the moment that he thought he would never have. He maneuvered himself on top of you and continued to plant kisses down your neck to your chest. With his free hand he rubs his thumb over your sensitive nipple. Your breath hitched and you let out a small whine.
Your mind was in an intoxicating haze as Eddie’s lips went lower and lower. The anticipation was killing you but at the same time the thrill of it all was magic. Eddie kisses your inner thighs, you grab ahold of the sheets. He slips his tongue between your folds and everything melted away. The room was soon filled with soft moans and heavy breathing, you started to lose yourself in it all.
You didn't have to chase that climax for very long, Eddie made sure to get you there with no effort on your part. When his face appeared from under the sheets you couldn't help but grab the back of his neck and kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.
Eddie slipped himself between your legs and positioned himself at your entrance. Your hands roamed his body while you kissed his collarbones. He slowly slid his cock inside of you, he let out a low groan. This is everything Eddies ever dreamed about, the mental image of you underneath him will be burned into his mind for eternity. The way you feel is pure ecstasy to him, your soft skin and the way you taste was better than he could have imagined. He slowly pulls out and back in, making sure not to cause you any pain. He picks up the pace as you moan into his neck.
“You’re so wet ah–You feel so fucking good.” Eddie growls into your ear, he thrusts into you deeper, and deeper. Eventually earning him a cacophony of moans and swears from your pretty mouth. It made him smirk, knowing he could unravel you so easily. He motions for you to roll over onto your stomach.
You follow his lead and arch your back, allowing him to slide inside of you once again. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer and thrusts into a little harder than before. Your face is buried in a pillow, all Eddie could hear was more muffled screams and something that sounded like his name.
“Mhmm…that's my girl, you sound so pretty. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.” He says, his breath is starting to sound heavy, he could feel you tightening around him. He knows you're close, even after all these years he can still read your body like an open book.
“Eddie I’m gonna…” You trail off, Eddie keeps up the pace, his fingers dig into your hips as you both climax, one after the other. Eddie lets out a moan followed by a string of swears. Thank goodness no one is home yet, it felt like you both made a lot of noise.
Eddie slides out of you and pulls the covers over the both of you. Your legs intertwined, he peppers your face with kisses and you giggle. His arms wrap around you, pulling you as close as possible.
You’ve craved these quiet moments of connection. In Eddie's arms you found sanctuary and safety. There were no masks to hide behind, no pretenses to uphold. Your fingers trace lazy circles on his skin.
“Now I definitely don’t want to go back to Shelbyville.” You finally break the silence and Eddie chuckles.
“It was that good huh?” Eddie smirks, “If you stay, you can have this whenever you like.” He affectionately taps your nose with his index finger.
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Munson.” You kiss him softly, “I accept your terms.” You whisper against his lips, followed by a smile. Eddie presses his lips to yours once again, his fingers card through your hair. Time seemed like it was standing perfectly still, all your worries have melted away. It was a feeling you haven't felt in a long time, something like contentment or peace.
“Where home!” Said Steve’s disembodied voice carried through the apartment.
“Shit…” You pull back and both curse in unison.
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CONGRATS ON YOUR CAR BABY!!!!! NOW U CAN COME AND SEE ME 😈😈😈 -hellfiremunsonn
thank you 🥹 as long as i can avoid highways :)
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In love with a criminal- Steve Harrington X reader
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➻ wc- 4.5k
➻ Warnings 18: Angst, slight physical violence, knife play, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, clothed sex, hickies, nipple play, spanking, squirting, protected sex, creampies, findom
➻Tagged: @2-manyfandoms21 @urlbitchin @sweet-villain @oo0lady-mad0oo @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @harrys-four-nipples @hellfiremunsonn @luna-munson83 @joejoequinnquinn @roguemetalmaster13
Im sorry that the Billy scenes will be angsty but unfortunately this isn’t his time to shine. I do have a Billy x Mean Reader fic in the works…
The knife in this is something, I carry around all the time…
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After a while, you pushed your weight against him until he fell onto his back. Allowing you to regain control and ride him, as you stared at him. His face changed to morph Steve’s cocky face, biting your lip you began to ride faster. Billy’s top hitting your soft spot over and over until you felt your legs tremble, making you cum hard.
Gasping and collapsing onto his chest, gripping onto him for support as he tightened his own grip and began to thrust hard underneath you. Hitting you with his cum glazed cock, his moans were loud in your ear as your body quivered.
Gasping and collapsing onto his chest, gripping onto him for support as he tightened his own grip and began to thrust hard underneath you. Hitting you with his cum glazed cock, his moans were loud in your ear as your body quivered.
He moved hard inside you, not knowing that you were close to cumming again to the idea of Steve Harrington. Smirking as he felt you shiver on top of him, the sensation of you cumming hard “because of him” made him spoil his orgasm and cum hard.
Instantly sliding out of you, pulling the condom off and grinning at you. Sweat glistened off his body as he pulled you closer, spanking your bum cheek hard.
“God, I love fucking you” his words were mumbled as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and began to smoke.
Sex with Billy used to be magical and kinky but now it felt like you were a married couple.
The idea of Steve was the only thing that got you off.
It was 10pm, you watched the lights move on the ceiling of the caravan. Billy had finished his cigarette and fallen asleep not long ago, you felt alone in the overcrowded bed.
As your eyes began to droop, you were awoken by the sound of gentle tapping against the window. Nervously, you stayed in bed until the noise repeated itself. Your body shaking as you peeled back the curtain, almost squealing in fear as a shadowy figure stared at you.
When the light shone directly onto the figure, you realized that it was Steve who motioned for you to join him. Taking one last look at Billy before dressing and rushing out the door, it was cool with the air rushing up your dress.
“Hey Sweetheart, I got something you might be interested in” He smirked, leading you towards your own car.
The car wasn’t much warmer as you turned the engine on, you let the car warm up for a few seconds.
“How did you find me?” Curiously, you already knew the answer but wondered if he would say.
“Well, I went to your house but saw your car wasn’t here and then I figured it out” he grinned at you, his icy hand trailing up your thigh.
You swung the car around and drove out the caravan park, not noticing Billy’s figure in the window watching you leave.
Steve danced along to your trashy music, making you giggle in the driver's seat. Your fingers hitting the leather steering wheel, his eyes were soft as they met yours with a smile.
“Okay, Sweetheart. So I need to be serious for a second. I need you to stay in the car with it running and when we reach the destination and when you see me running out I need you to drive. Got it?” His words were mumbling as he covered his face with a black baklava.
“Got it” your voice shaking with adrenaline and fear, he informed you of your destination as you turned into the high street of Hawkins.
As you parked round the corner like instructed, he leaned over and kissed your cheek before rushing out into the street. There were a few cars driving out of Hawkins, thankfully no one paid attention to you.
You waited patiently in the silent car, watching as other couples walked together in the wet street. Your body was racing as you heard the alarm loudly go off in front of you, the car still humming as Steve jumped inside shouting for you to go.
The car wheel spun in the opposite direction until you reached the outskirts of Hawkins, breathless and laughing. Steve took off his baklava, his face drenched with sweat as he threw it in the back with his stolen goods.
His hand resumed its position on your thigh as you continued to drive, reaching the next town over. You stopped an abandoned but open diver, Steve rustled around in the back and stripped off his clothes.
You respectfully avoided his body as you stared ahead, he caught your eye in your rear view mirror and winked. Turning around once changed, his lips met your neck as his hand slid down your thigh and slapped your underwear hard.
“I saw you look Sweetheart” he mumbled into your neck as you gasped, your clit throbbing against your underwear as he slapped it once more.
He removed himself from you, watching as whimpered under your breath. With a smirk, he opened the door letting the cool brisk air flood into the car. Your legs shaking underneath your coat from the cold, you walked around the car and took Steve’s hand.
“Now, when we get inside. You’re mine okay? If any greasy man looks at you, I need you to tell me” his voice was serious and gruff as he led you towards the bright entrance.
As the lights shone directly into your eyes, a few men moved in their chairs to look at you both. Squeezing Steve’s hand tightly as you waited to be seated, ignoring the gazes of men as you walked alongside the booth aisles.
The sticky menus stayed in the same position as Steve ordered two alcoholic drinks for you both. Leaning forward and smiling at you, his hands reaching across the table to touch yours.
“You look nice in that slip on” his eyes twinkled in the light.
“Thank you Steve, I like what you’re wearing” you blushed at him, your eyes moving towards the waitress with your drinks.
Two vodka cokes with iced, tinkled against the glass as you sucked on your straw. Examining his facial features in the bright lighting of the diner.
“So, why did you invite me tonight?” Curiously you sucked harder on your straw as he looked at you.
“I thought it might be fun, plus you’re the only person I know with a car” he laughed at you, taking more of his drink.
“Ah I see, I knew there had to be another reason” you smirked at him.
After finishing your drinks, he disappeared to the bathrooms leaving you alone in the diner. Staring at the fake artwork ahead of you as heavy footsteps wandered up to the table.
“Alright love” their thick voice spat at you, leaning over the table.
“I said alright love, not even going to look at me” He growled, lifting his dirty fingers up to your chin. Forcing you to look at him, gulping loudly with fear as his face got closer to yours.
“Oi, get your hands off” his voice was loud and angry, striding towards you both.
His hands were instantly on the old guy, pushing him away from you. Knocking you slightly in the chin, Steve pushed him into the bar stools. Placing some money on the table and took your hand, pulling you out into the night.
As you walked quickly towards the car, a voice followed you both. Staggering out into the graveled car park, Steve turned round to face the drunk guy. His arm swinging towards his face, knocking him right in the mouth. The guy toppled slightly before returning the swing, knocking Steve into you.
Raising his leg, he kicked toward the mans crotch and watching him fall to the floor. Grabbing your hand and running towards your car, gasping for breath in the front seats.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, I hope you’re okay. You’re bleeding slightly” his voice was filled with worry and concern, as he brushed your face softly.
Shrugging you, started the engine and drove back into Hawkins. The town was quiet as the late night lights flickered past you, not stopping until you reached Steve’s.
Hurrying inside, breathlessly you demanded to know where the first aid kit was. Routing around loudly in the kitchen as Steve rushed upstairs, once you found the kit you called for Steve. Irritated you stomped upstairs, swinging his bedroom open and pulling him into his desk chair.
Tilting his face in all directions as you cleaned up his face, watching him wince as you disinfected his wound. Kissing the scar lightly after covering it. You tended to your own wound before collapsing onto the bed, Steve’s body radiating next to you.
His finger grazing over your wounds, bringing his lips to your skin. Your eyes closed as you shivered, his hands sliding down your body and caressing your features.
His hand met your soaking wet underwear, slapping your engorged clit and mumbling on his lips.
“God, you get so wet for me. You like what I do don’t you, being naughty and running from the law” he groaned, his cock already hard and pushing against your thigh.
“Hmm, I do Steve. My innocent cunt is aching to be fucked by a naughty boy like you” you trembled as he spanked your clit.
Spanking your clit harder and harder until it stung, your legs shaking as your underwear got damper and damper. Rubbing your clit against the wet material until it irritated you, he roughly ripped off your underwear and pushing them to your ankles.
“God your cunt is so pretty, it almost looks unfucked” he moaned, nibbling on your thigh imprinting marks on your skin.
He spanked your bare clit making your hips buck desperately, whining at him. He disappeared under the bed for a second, after listening to him noisily route around in his M.O.M tub, he reappeared with a smirk on his face.
Something glistened in the dim lighting of his room, he pulled your legs further apart until it hurt your muscles. Raising the shiny object up to your clit before spanking it hard, you gasped loud.
It stung but it felt good.
A beautifully edged metal knife that was carved with the words “Sweetheart” that hit your clit repeatedly.
Your hips bucking with the rhythm of the knife, edging yourself closer to cum as his fingers squeezed your nipples hard.
“That’s it Sweetheart, cum on your knife” he edging, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
You groaned as he rubbed the cool side of the knife over your clit, dampening it with every movement. The sharp end of the knife touching your stomach as your grinded yourself into cumming. Your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the bed sheets tightly as you came hard.
“Oh you’re such a good girl for me. Open your mouth, I want you to feel how wet you made your knife” he hummed against your nipple, watching you open your mouth wide.
The knife fit perfectly on your mouth, the tip touching the roof of your mouth as you sucked softly on the blade. Tasting your cum as you maintained contact with him, watching him smirk and change nipples.
Moaning as the blade stayed on your tongue, your legs growing wetter and wetter.
“Fuck me Steve” you whined, the knife slipping slightly.
He pulled it roughly out your mouth and smacked your erect nipples, you cursed under your breath as he smirked. His hand fumbling on his joggers, letting them drop to his ankles and exposing his hard cock.
Your hand reaching to touch it over his boxers but his hand snatched it away and he spanked your nipple harder as punishment. He let his boxers fall, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing his tip around your nipples.
The knife firmly in his hand, until he rubbed his tip against your wet clit. Sliding it between your folds and forcing it inside you, you whimper at his toughness. The knife returned to your hot throbbing clit as your hips moved on his cock.
Spanking your clit as he began to thrust inside you, his hot moans hit your skin as he quickened his pace. Moving the knife off your clit and tracing the blade around your nipples, as your fingernails dug his skin.
Dropping the knife on the bed, his hands dig into your skin as his cock slides in and out of you.
“Ugh, you feel so tight. He’s really not fucking you the way you deserve is he?” He groaned, the sounds of him hitting your walls.
You shook your head, unable to speak as his cock felt good inside you.
“I didn’t hear you, use your words. Tell me how he isn’t satisfying you, how much you need my cock—oh fuck” he twitched inside you, his own words turned him on.
“He—isn’t satisfying me—your—cock is the only thing that does” you whimpered as he slapped your clit with his hand.
“Yeah? Is that all?” He thrusted rougher inside you, growling at you.
“He doesn’t breed me, only you breed—oh my god” you whined loudly, edging closer to cumming again.
He felt a surge of power after you spoke, knowing that his cock was the only thing that bred you. That gave you pleasure, his cock roughly hitting your sweet spot.
Picking up your knife, you traced the blade over your clit feeling it twitch as you rode yourself through your orgasm.
“I’m going to cum Steve” you moaned into his ear.
“Good girl, come on this cock. The only cock that pleasures you” he growled, thrusting harder to help you through your orgasm.
Smirking as you squirted hard, it splashed against the tip of the knife and his chest. Pressing the knife onto your clit as you clenched around his cock, making it difficult for him not to cum.
You felt him twitch around your tight walls, his tip riding against your dripping cunt. The feel of your clit pulsating against the cool metal, made him cum suddenly.
Not pulling out until his cum was fucked deeper and deeper inside you, the knife fell to your side as he grabbed onto your throat. Gritting his teeth as he made himself cum hard inside you again.
Gasping heavily as his body collapsed onto you, laughing lightly as his cock slipped out of you. Your sticky bodies sticking together, his head slid down between your thighs. His tongue tracing your thighs, catching any bit of cum that was dripping out of you.
His tongue made its way to your entrance and slid inside you, forcing himself to taste his cum on his tongue. Eating it from inside you, your thighs clamped around him forcing his head to stay between your legs until you rode yourself to cum once more.
Your hands tugging onto the strands of his sweat coated hair, his hands were tugging onto your nipples until your body collapsed from exhaustion on the bed. He smirked, raising his head and kissed you passionately.
Your bodies tangled together with sweat, catching your breath with his. You sighed happily, the exhaustion seeping through your body as his fingers traced your skin. Falling asleep almost instantly, Steve followed not long after.
When you awoke, a crumpled note was on his pillow. Sleepily you read it:
Sweetheart,
I loved last night. I’m not in town atm, see you when I get back.
H.S
Feeling disappointed but not surprised, you tucked the note into your coat. Taking advantage of Steve’s parents shower system, you tidied your appearance and snuck out into the daylight.
You silently let yourself into your house, it was Saturday so your family were out at your siblings football matches. Allowing you to relax in peace from last night, running upstairs you swung the door open to your surprise. You were not alone.
“Hey baby” Bully turned around on your desk chair with a smile.��
You froze, smiling at him, thinking of an excuse. Not having one, you rushed forward and grabbed his face. Pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him, needing to take his mind off where you were last night.
Ripping his clothes off, grinding against his crotch until his cock was pushing through his jeans. He scrambled in his pocket and forced a condom on his hard cock, his boxers still around his waist. Forcing his cock inside your dripping cunt you began to ride, your hands playing with his chest hair.
“Oh fuck baby, you feel so good” he groaned, making eye contact with you.
“I wish you could breed me Billy” you moaned, speeding up as you watched him register your words.
“Hmm, you know we can’t do that baby” he moaned, your cunt moving him quicker and quicker to his orgasm.
“I know” you muttered under your breath, wanting to make him cum even quicker.
Knowing that Steve was right, his cock was the only thing that satisfied you. The only thing that woke you up at night throbbing, his violent and criminal behavior drove you wild. Something that once attracted you to Billy now drove you to Steve.
Billy came quick and hard, gasping loudly as he caught his breath. You smiled wearily and rolled off him, falling into his arms as you cuddled.
You stayed in bed together all day, his condom stared at you in your bin as you got up to get drinks for you both. As you were pouring the juice into the glass, the house telephone rang.
Pausing the drink pouring, you answered it. Your heart racing instantly as his voice echoed down the phone receiver.
“Hi” you whispered bringing the phone furthest away from the stairs.
“Hey Sweetheart, I’m back in town tomorrow. Do you fancy doing some shopping?” His voice was hot and slow, you could hear his smirk through the phone.
“Shopping? Uh sure” you hid your squeals, as you kicked your feet against the floor in excitement.
“Okay, meet me at mine at 10am. Say hello to your little boyfriend for me” He whispered back, still smirking before hanging up.
You calmed yourself down as you carried your drinks upstairs, smiling at Billy as you placed them down on your side tables.
Spending the rest of the day thinking about Steve, as Billy drifted in and out of sleep next to you. Flickering across the channels until you found a cheesy romantic movie and settled into bed, tucking into your ordered take out food and glancing once more at Billy.
The next morning, you heard Billy’s voice laughing downstairs. Sighing, you rolled over and checked the time. It was 9:30am, quickly rushing to change. Your flustered face appeared round the corner, calming yourself down after the surprised looks from Billy and your Mom.
You grabbed a plate of the pre-made buffet breakfast in front of you and brewed a mug of hot coffee before sitting down with them. As you began to tuck into your food, Billy kissed your cheek and uttered his goodbyes.
Making your nerves surge quickly through your body as the clock ticked closer to 10am. Your mom started some small talk with you as you ate through your breakfast, grabbing your coat and kissing her cheek. You mumbled something about seeing a friend and rushed out the door.
Your hands shaking against the steering wheel as you drove to Steve’s, your hair neat and tidy. Your makeup was light and soft, you had placed your necklace on in the car which hung around your neck. Your burgundy top exposing your tits, your jeans cutting into your skin as you stopped the car by the road.
Steve looked good, he was in all black. Similar jeans to yours, you could see the outline of his bulge as he sat down next to you. Being the second person to kiss your cheek this morning, you made your way to the mall.
It was quiet for a Sunday, exactly what Steve wanted.
He dragged you into one of the more designer fashion shops, throwing anything remotely sexy and with colour into your basket. Allowing you to pick out anything you wanted, watching you from afar.
After filling up the basket to the brim, he helped you into the dressing room. Sitting on the comfortable chairs in the waiting room as you tried things on, the first outfit was a tight red dress that made it uncomfortable to breathe.
Unimpressed, you flung open the curtain and pulled a face at Steve. Extending out his arm and waited for you to place the dress into his hand before heading out into the bright shop. As he scoured the hangers to find the perfect size for you, he picked up another pretty t-shirt for you.
Bumping into someone much taller and bigger than him, laughing down at him as they made eye contact.
“You shopping for one of your little whores, Harrington?” Billy spat at him, looking at him mockingly. Lifting up the dress in his hand and raising his eyebrow.
Steve growled, wanting to punch him there and then. He shoved him backwards before striding into the dressing room, shutting the curtain behind you and pushing you up against the wall.
His hands groping your already wet cunt, mumbling into your ear as he panted.
“Put this dress on, I want to fuck you in it” he demanded, shoving it over your head. Not bothering to zip it up before he began rubbing your clit against his hand.
Slipping his bare cool fingers down your underwear, between your folds and inside you. He seemed annoyed as he curled his fingers inside you, needing to fuck you.
“I need Billy to hear me fucking you” he groaned onto your lips as he edged you closer to your orgasm.
“What do you mean Billy? He’s out there?” You felt panicked at the idea of Billy being right outside but you felt yourself getting wetter.
Just as you were about to cum on his fingers, he removed them and shoved them into his mouth as he heisted you up with his spare arm. Sliding his cock between your folds and forcing it inside, you gasped as he caved inside your walls.
Thrusting hard against the fake dressing room walls, feeling it shake as you muffled your moans into his shoulder. Your hips moving on his cock, feeling his precum leak inside you. Nibbling down onto his neck, as his pelvic bone smashed into your clit.
He shivered as he edged closer to his own orgasm, clenching around his cock. Preventing yourself from cumming this early, his cock throbbing around your tight walls. Hitting your soft spot over and over until you found it hard to hold it around him any longer, releasing yourself as you squirted all over the dress and over his trousers.
Groaning at the sensation, he continued to thrust as you came once more. His body was pushed right against you, as his tip twitched and he emptied a heavy load of cum inside you. Pushing it deeper and deeper inside you.
“God, imagine if I got you pregnant from fucking you in this dress with Billy right outside. You’d love that wouldn’t you, you dirty slut” he pulled your hair back, pushing your head harder against the wall.
Biting hard on your neck, leaving a small mark on your skin as he slid out of you. Your cunt dripping from both your cum, the dress stuck to your body from sweat.
“Okay, do you want any of this stuff?” He grinned at you, watching as you picked and chose the outfits you wanted.
Proudly, he disappeared into the shop. His joggers loosely around his waist as he edged closer towards Billy.
“You fuck one of your whores in there?” Billy sneered at him, looking at the clothes in his hand. Rolling his eyes before leaving the shop with a plastic bag full of men’s clothing.
Steve waited for you just before the check out, standing at the till with you as the woman scanned the clothes. Pausing to note the stains on the red dress, Steve shrugged at her and watched as she placed it in the bag.
He paid cash.
Allowing you to hold onto the bag as you wandered through the mall, stopping a hotdog restaurant and grabbing some food. His feet kicked under the table, continuing even after Billy made eye contact with him as he walked past.
You drove Steve home after a good day, he kissed you in your car and slipped an envelope into your shopping bag before hurrying into the house.
When you got home, Billy’s car was parked on your drive, assuming he was with your mom. It gave you some time to take off your necklace and hide the envelope. You rushed upstairs, counting the money you knew he had hidden inside.
The same amount that covered the clothes, squealing to yourself. You placed it with the other money on your desk just in time to see Billy swing open your bedroom door with a tray of food.
Knocking the bag on the floor as he placed the tray on the bed, the clothes fell onto the floor. You scrambled to hide them but it was too late, Billy’s foot was pressing on the plastic bag not giving you a chance.
“Where did you get these clothes?” He questioned, raising your head slowly you gulped.
“From work” you stuttered, hoping that he’d believe your lie.
“You don’t have a job” he peered at you, his hand grasping your throat and squeezed.
“I had some savings” you struggled for breath, panting in his face. He stared you in the eyes until he had no choice but to believe you.
Letting you go from his grasp, your eyes watering from fear as you pathetically scooped all the clothes back into the bag. Sitting on the bed with him and pretending to act like everything’s fine.
Treading on eggshells every second you were with him, until you rolled over in bed. You felt him kiss your forehead and mumble his good nights before listening to him exit your bedroom.
Sighing with relief, you waited until his car was nowhere to be seen before sneaking out your house, the hum of the engine calming you as you got closer to Steve’s house.
Knocking loudly on the door, your body shaking from anxiety and fear. Waiting until it opened in front of you, falling into his arms.
Embarrassed as you felt weak, heavy tears fell down your cheeks as you mumbled into his shoulder.
Shutting the door behind you, he rubbed your arms heavily.
“Hey Sweetheart, what happened?” He lifted your face up to meet his, noticing the hand marks on your neck.
“What the fuck did he do?” His voice was full of anger as he scanned your eyes for a response.
Already knowing that Billy was involved.
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I have a migraine rn, do I’m probably gunna take a nap so I don't die, but part two of Now You See Me SHOULD be out sometime today! so keep your eyes peeled hehe
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ugh, I desperately need to figure out where the third part of Now You See Me is going, the beginning is written, BUT IDK WHERE ITS GOING, THERES NO PLOT, THERES NOT EVEN PORN KGJHGJSDHFGKJHS;FJDGKJH;HJ
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Here’s a lil sneak peak of Now You See Me part 2 😈
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Je t'aime Violet
By Sydd Satyrn
Chapter 1 ⛧ Chaper 2 ⛧ Chapter 3 ⛧
⛧Pairing: - Alastor x OC!Reader Violet
⛧Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, adult themes, smut, P in V, sexual themes 18+ not for minors
⛧Words: 1.8k
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⛧Summary: Hello ladies, gentleman and nonbinary friends! I present to you, my series Je t'aime Violet. This story is staring my OC, Violet! She is a deer demon containing a lot of personality. With a gifted voice and a bit of jazz, she's got style and class on lock. After 7 years, Violet and Alastor's feelings towards each other never dissolved. Violet reconnects with the man who left with her heart, will she forgive him? Does Alastor have the ability to set his pride aside for love?
⛧Notes: @hellfiremunsonn is my lovely beta reader.
⛧Chapter 3: Under My Skin
Stirring in your sleep slightly you feel warmth radiating from behind you. A pair of arms holds you close and you fight your heavy eyelids. Your eyes slowly open and you roll over slowly to see a sleeping Alastor curled up behind you. Your face turns several shades of red, why are you so shocked? It's not like you two haven't slept in the same bed before.
Alastor’s usual composed demeanor was softened in slumber, his features relaxed in the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains. You couldn't help but reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from his face, marveling at the contrast between the ruthless demon he presented to the world and the man who lay beside you now. The memories come flooding back in from the previous night and the conversation you both had.
Alastor stirred awake with a soft murmur, his sleepy scarlet eyes meeting yours. “Don’t go…” He says, barely above a whisper. You smile and wrap your arms around him, he presses his forehead to yours.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper softly and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Alastor's eyes held a mixture of relief and longing as he gazed at you, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your back.
Your ears sit flat, you almost fall back asleep, his heartbeat and body heat lulling you back to slumber. Suddenly a loud knock accompanied by an even louder voice.
“Alastor! Open up! It's me!” Mimzy says interrupting your peaceful sanctuary.
Alastor roused from his slumber at the sound of Mimzy's voice, his expression shifting from contentment to annoyance. Reluctantly, he disentangled himself from you and grabbed his long red robe, wrapping it around himself and tying it in the middle. He’s muttering under his breath about unwanted interruptions. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his grumbling.
As Alastor opened the door, Mimzy barged in with her usual exuberance. Her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of you still in his bed, barely awake. "Well, well, well! Look who decided to drop by," she said with a mischievous grin. Alastor shot her a warning glare before turning his attention back to you.
"Can't a demon have a peaceful morning without you barging in, Mimzy?" Alastor quipped, though there was no real malice in his tone. Mimzy simply laughed and flopped down on the couch, making herself at home.
“Violet, Its good to see you, doll! I heard you had a show tonight at the Brimstone lounge?” She asks and your eyes get wide, you sit up fully and recall the conversation you had with the owner last week.
“Oh dear, It slipped my mind completely. But I will be there! Thank goodness you said something.” You reply, and hold out your hand to Alastor.
“Would you care to join me as my guest tonight?” Violet asks,
a mischievous glint in your eye. Alastor's lips curled into a genuine smile as he took your hand, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you.
"I would be delighted to accompany you, mon cheri." he replied graciously and gently pressed his lips to your hand. Mimzy clapped her hands in excitement, already planning the evening ahead.
You’ve known Mimzy for a long time. Both of you work for the jazz, burlesque, and cabaret clubs in the city. A long while back Alastor had introduced you two and you both hit it off immediately.
“I came here to invite Alastor out, but it looks like ya beat me to it, toots.” Mimzy says with a laugh. “It's good to see you two together again.” You smiled at her when you realized she was trying to set you two up. You finally get out of bed and give her a hug.
“Well, I won't keep you, I’m sure you two are very busy.” Mimzy teases once again. “I’ll see you two love birds tonight!”
As Mimzy left, you turned back to Alastor with a sheepish smile. "She certainly knows how to stir things up, doesn't she?" Alastor chuckled softly, his eyes full of warmth as he gazed at you. "Indeed she does, but I must admit I am grateful for her interruption. It gave me an excuse to spend more time in your company." He says, taking a few steps closer to you. He tugs on your sweater, pulling you closer.
“You of all people don’t need an excuse.” You reply with a playful tone as Alastor leans in and kisses you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you stand on your tip-toes. You smile against his lips and giggle at the radio demon's sudden display of affection.
The day passed in a blur of preparations for your show at the lounge. Alastor proved to be extremely helpful, assisting you with everything from selecting the perfect outfit to helping you with your setlist.
Alastor wore a suit and you wore one of your best cocktail dresses. With your arm around him you both enter the dimly lit lounge, the place was thick with cigarette smoke and the smooth melodies of a jazz band. Soft amber lights cast shadows that danced across the walls. There were busy waiters, many conversations and glasses clinking. It is a rather busy night, which makes you a little nervous.
Alastor guided you to a reserved table near the stage, his hand warm against the small of your back. As you settled into your seats, the anticipation of the night ahead began to build within you. Alastor's presence beside you was a grounding force, his scarlet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The jazz band started playing again, filling the room with alluring melodies that set the perfect ambiance for your performance.
One of the staff members approaches you and asks you to come backstage to set up. They have a couple questions about your prop. You squeeze Alastor’s hand. He gives you an encouraging smile and a nod. The staff members were bustling around, making final preparations for the rest of the evening's performances.
“This is enough water, right?” The gentleman asks, he gestures to the giant martini glass. You inspect it, and it looks good from what you can see.
“Yes, this seems about right.” You answer, a couple of staff members push a rolling set of stairs behind it, they lock the wheels in place and take off to the next task. You head to your dressing room to get changed. Just as you finish putting on the final touches, there is a knock at the door.
“You’re on in five, Miss Violet.” Says the voice on the other side.
“Thank you!”
The band was playing a soulful tune, setting the stage for your grand entrance. As you stepped out onto the stage, the spotlight illuminated you in a soft glow, casting a enchanting aura around you. The music swelled and the purple velvet curtains open. You wave at the crowd as everyone hollers, cheers and claps. You walk up to the microphone and take a deep breath.
“I've got you under my skinI've got you, deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart that you're really a part of meI've got you under my skin”
Your voice filled the room, some people whistled and other sat quietly. You remove the silk robe and toss it somewhere on stage, revealing your outfit.
“I'd tried so, not to give inI said to myself this affair never will go so wellBut why should I try to resist when baby I know so wellI've got you under my skin”
You slowly shed your left glove, one finger at a time, then the right, they fall to the floor. Your eyes lock onto Alastor’s, a visible red tint spreads across his face. He forgot that over the years you’ve perfected your shows, now you are more enticing as ever.
“Don't you know, little foolYou never can winUse your mentalityWake up to realityBut each time that I do just the thought of youMakes me stop before I begin'Cause I've got you under my skin”You make your way to the set of stairs behind your giant martini glass and take a seat when you reach the top. The band continues to play as you slowly slide into the glass. Its a little cold but you get used to it quickly. As you recline in the giant martini glass, you pose your legs in different appealing positions. You splash the water around and you position you elbows on the edge of the glass to support yourself. A Stage hand walks over and grabs the mic and proceeds to hand it to you.
“Oh my love, I've got you under my skinI've got you, deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart that you're really a part of meI've got you under my skin”
As the final chords of the song echo through the lounge, a wave of applause erupts from the audience. There is a radiant smile on your face as you wave to the crowd. You give Alastor a playful wink and the curtain closes. He had forgotten just how much he adored your voice, and your body was as alluring as ever. He feels like an utter fool, letting you go was clearly one of his biggest mistakes.
You went to the back to change into the dry clothes you came in with, you felt like you did really well, despite having Alastor’s eyes on you all night. Some of the staff waved as you left, this club has always been a pleasant place to work. When you exit the stage, Alastor is waiting there, his hand extended. His gaze never leaves you as he leads you back to the table.
"You were absolutely stunning, my dear," he praised, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You take a seat and he does the same. He wraps his arm around your waist as he sees others staring, some look rather angry. Alastor paid them no mind, really. One of his past times is irritating others and reveling in their jealousy. A sinister smirk on his face as you sit and chat with Mimzy for a moment.
After a couple of drinks, Alastor starts to get a little handsy. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and scratches behind your fluffy ears. He plays with your hair and whispers compliments in your ear for the next hour. You both watched the remaining performers along with the Jazz band finish out the night. As the lounge began to empty out and the lights dimmed low, Alastor offered you his arm once again.
“Shall we return to the hotel?”
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Somewhere along the way home he said all the right things and made all the right moves because you were both making out in the hallway. He clumsily leads you back to his room while his tongue traced your bottom lip and entered your mouth.
As you stumble into his room, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in desire. The air is charged with anticipation as he pulls you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that dance across his face, making him look hungry and dangerous. Your heart races as his hands explore every inch of your body, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. In that moment, nothing else matters but the raw connection you share with him.
Alastor’s hands find the zipper on your dress, the straps fall down the shoulders and you let the garment fall to your hips.
His fingers trace your neck and shoulders, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He plants tender kisses along your jaw and collarbone.
Every part of you tingles in anticipation. Alastor's hands roam over your curves, exploring the curves he hadn't seen in years. His mouth traces a path down your chest and stomach, making its way to the black lace of your bra. Alastor removes it carefully,
his hands snake down to your hips before pulling off your dress completely, leaving you in just your matching black panties and stockings.
He slowly leads you to his bed, you kick off your shoes and climb into bed, Alastor craws on top of you. Your heart races as he brushes his hardness against you, his hands move up to cup your face gently as he kisses you deeply yet again. You loosen his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt, reveling in the sight of his skin
you can't help but run your hands over. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening, his horns grow as he gazes at you hungrily.
Alastor's hands reach for the button on his pants, and with a deft touch, he unfastens it. He pushes his pants down, revealing his hardness underneath. Your eyes lock onto it, and a moment of hesitation passes between you both.
“Alastor?” You say his name softly and he hums in response.
“I want you so bad…Please…” You whine and he pulls off your panties slowly, admiring every curve and stroke along the way.
“Patience my dear, I truly missed this, you’ll have to excuse my indulgence. His fingers brush against your clit and you gasp at the sensation, moaning loudly as he takes it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, causing nearby candles to flare. His ears flick and his tail twitches once he tastes you. You feel his tongue dance around it teasingly before slowly sliding two fingers inside of you.
You moan loudly followed by something that sounds like his name.
You grasp the sheets tightly, unable to contain yourself as his tongue laps up every drop. Each movement of his lips and fingers elicits more whimpers and gasps from you. Your thighs shake slightly, desperately wanting more of him.
You can feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance now, teasing it before slowly pushing inside of you. Alastor's deep red eyes lock onto yours, every inch of him claiming you as his own. You gasp as he starts moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm that mirrors his breathing. The bed creaks underneath you both as he thrusts deeper inside, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with each stroke that makes you cry. Your arms wrap around his neck as you let out another lewd moan.
“I’ve missed this, Violet. You’ve always been a good pet. ”He says in you ear, Alastor's voice is like honey, deep and smooth as he speaks to you. He had a commanding presence, like a predator stalking its prey, and yet there was also a tenderness in his touch. His words were like sweet poison and you’re desperate for more.
As Alastor continues to pound into you, his hips slapping against yours. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through you, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you lose yourself in the sensation. You can feel your climax building, your walls clenching around his length as you beg him to go faster.
"Oh gods... Alastor!" You scream out, your voice shaking with passion as hot white-hot pleasure washes over you. He growls low in his throat, taking advantage of your desperation and driving even deeper into you with every stroke. Your body tightens around him again and again as waves of pleasure roll through you. Moments later, Alastor cums inside of you with a groan followed by another low growl. He fills you up, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to ride out the rest of his high.
“Fuck…” He says as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t swear very often so when he does, its rather funny.
You lay in his arms panting, attempting to catch your breath. Alastor cups you cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
"You're simply breathtaking, Violet," he whispered, his voice rough and full of static. Your fingers card through his hair and you both take a moment to recover in each other's arms. Alastor slowly pulls out of you and your breath hitched. Alastor reluctantly removes himself and your muscles relax against the mattress.
You both clean yourselves up, he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers over your body. Alastor curls up behind you and kisses the top of your head.
"It's been a long time, Violet," Alastor says, tracing his fingers lightly down your cheek.
“Well…you know what they say” You reply just barely above a whisper. "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."
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