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darknesseddiem · 2 months
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Do I Make You Nervous?
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Request: "How about Eddie and Y/n are like owing to have sex but Eddie has a hard time getting hard?"
Warnings: +18 MDNI, angst with comfort, mentions of erectile dysfunction, Eddie being mean to Reader, talking about anxiety, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), aftercare.
Word Count: 9k
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His face burned with deep shame, his white skin tinged with scarlet red painting his cheeks and ears, fading into a soft shade of pink on his neck. He wished he could shrink himself to the smallest size possible to hide from the burning gaze of the beautiful woman in his bed, instead, Eddie decided to focus his gaze on an Anthrax poster on the other side of his messy room, and for the first time, he paid attention to the details that the figure of the Statue of Liberty making horns with it's hand and holding a book with a pentagram on the cover had.
“Eddie…” Your sweet and attentive voice made him even more nervous than he already was, he could feel the droplets of sweat accumulating in his hairline and his breathing becoming short and labored.
“Can you look at me? Please?" 'No', he thought in his racing mind, but his body did the opposite of what he wanted.
Humiliation pressed against his eyes and tried to show itself through tears he fought to contain.
With his heart rate similar to that of a marathon runner, he slowly turned his flushed face towards you until his teary eyes met yours and, God, it was the worst thing he decided to do that night.
You looked at him with such pity that he was sure that at some point that hard shell he kept to protect himself would be broken into little pieces with the intensity of your gaze and the feeling he conveyed.
He didn't want your pity, he didn't need it, he had already been through enough humiliation that day.
Overcome with frustration and embarrassed by the event, he did the last thing he wanted, he took it out on you.
"I-"
"No." The rude tone he used made you shrink in your place when you noticed how he looked at you.
You opened your mouth again but no sentence or words came out, intimidated by the enraged look, your eyes looked away from his and stared at your bare legs.
“I think you should go.” Your chest tightened at his sharp, emotionless voice.
"But-"
“Are you fucking stupid?” He knew he was being irrational at that moment but he would rather hurt you verbally than let his wounded ego and crushed pride show. “I don’t want you here, get out.”
The look in your eyes was enough to make him regret what he had said, but it was already too late to take back his words.
Overwhelmed by the feelings that your sad and desolate eyes caused, Eddie abruptly got up from the bed and wrapped himself in the sheet in an attempt to cover his shame, failing. Without looking back, he awkwardly crossed the room without paying attention to you and opened the door, disappearing into the hallway.
Sitting on his bed, you could finally let the tears flow, he had been so mean, but even so, you still couldn't help but understand him.
Eddie had this confident energy about him, a debauched smile and immaculate bad boy attitude, consequently it was a bucket of cold water when amidst the hot kisses and desperate touches on your naked bodies he realized that nothing had happened down there.
Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you picked up your clothes thrown on the floor and quickly started to put them on so you could get out of there as quickly as possible.
Eddie was a good guy, fun and caring towards you, but at that moment he was insensitive and irrational, so the best thing to do was to leave and try to talk when things calm down.
Although the words and the tone used to say them still caused pain, you didn't blame him for reacting like that, you would do the same if you were in his place.
Dressed and with your dignity forgotten, you went after yet another humiliation.
Leaving the room and heading towards the bathroom, you slowly stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before speaking one last time.
“Eds, I… I'm already going, when you want to talk again, you know where to find me.” Silence was your only response.
Sighing, you turned towards the living room and finally left the trailer, sooner than you had anticipated.
In the bathroom of his trailer, Eddie faced his own demons.
Leaning on the white porcelain sink, the boy stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror: slightly reddish eyes, hair messy and damp from the sweat and water he had thrown on his face to clear his thoughts, a complete mess.
In the confines of the blue and green tiled walls he was finally able to peel off that confident and self-assured persona he showed to everyone and welcome the insecure boy he hid under lock and key.
That same little boy who spent sleepless nights with the insecurity of what tomorrow would bring for him, who thought so low of himself and had no idea how to be like other nice guys, so he pretended and tried to deceive himself when deep down he knew he would never heal his wounded inner child.
What happened today was just the culmination of his journey of humiliation.
It could be anything with anyone, but not you, not with you.
So many years spent just watching from afar as your silly childhood crush grew even more, and just when he had managed to prove himself worthy of your attention, his body decides to betray him in the most treacherous way possible.
His desire for you was undeniable, as strong as liquid lava that coursed through his veins and burned all of his senses, and like the pepper that burned in his tender flesh, he burned with desire for you, his soul burned in ecstasy to intertwine up with yours and make them one single flesh.
Now that the raging fog in his mind had lifted, he saw how stupid he had been to the one person he was completely sure would understand him better than anyone and even himself, but had allowed himself to be carried away by the bonds that his ghosts held from the past and ruined the only thing he was proud of having accomplished by being himself.
Not the Eddie who pretends, or the confident one, or the debauchee, nothing like that, but the insecure Eddie full of fears who one day thought he would never see the light of sun again.
Of all the moments that could happen, why now? Why?
His pride and ego were deeply hurt that night, he felt helpless.
This had never happened, even in his moments of pleasure alone he didn't need much to get horny or have an erection, just a glimpse of anything from you was enough to get him going for hours straight.
Eddie had no idea how he would face you again after the fiasco that was tonight, the night you were supposed to spend entwined with each other just letting your wildest instincts take over your naked and fervent bodies.
Putting an end to his torment, at least for now, he straightened up and walked away from the sink, walking towards the door and heading towards his empty room.
Your delicious perfume invaded his nostrils as he crossed the door frame and his eyes involuntarily closed and rolled to the back of his head in delight, if he concentrated a little he could still remember the exact smell that your sweaty neck exuded: citrus and slightly floral with a salty and warm touch.
Walking slowly to the disheveled bed, he followed the path the two of you, lost in pleasure, took earlier.
Starting with the desk, where Eddie sat you down and your tongues danced fiercely against each other, fighting a battle that neither of you intended to lose.
His hands roamed your body, yearning to map every curve and every piece of soft skin he could reach, tracing his fingertips softly under your blouse and watching you shiver with lust as you tangled your fingers in his wavy dark hair, pulling him closer as if you wanted him to devour you in that instant.
Hurrying to get to the bed, the two of you walked awkwardly without letting go and you ended up pressed against the wall with one of his hands full of rings around your neck, his teeth nibbled your swollen lips and slid sensually to your jaw where he traced figures with his warm and experienced tongue. His left hand rested inside your panties, cruelly teasing your clit with his thumb and index finger while his middle and ring finger slid into your wet, warm hole giving you enough to squirm in pleasure but not to cum until he wanted you to.
And finally, the last destination, the bed.
He moved and knelt on the mattress, remembering how he had grabbed you by the waist and thrown you there, seeing your face contort into the most beautiful expression of lust he had ever seen.
His fingers still tingled from the feeling of your soft, swollen lips enveloping them in the wet heat of your sinful, ungodly mouth, the taste and smell of your arousal had been tattooed on his mouth and nose, altering the entire chemistry of his weak brain.
The roots of his locks were still throbbing from the aggressive encounter of your nervous fingers and his scalp of the moment he allowed himself the eroticism of his first taste of your sinful and seductive pussy, almost as if it hypnotized him with the earthy and luscious flavor that dripped and flowed like the honey of the gods.
His eyes closed and your naked image was tattooed inside his eyelids, just as your moans played on replay in his ear from the moment the first sound left your mouth.
He laid down on the bed and shook his head against his pillow but stopped abruptly when he realized one small thing.
Eddie looked down and let out an incredulous snort.
“Oh, now do you want to do your work?” He looked at his dick with disdain. “Great news: she’s not here, champ.” He ran a hand over his face and exhaled in frustration.
The sound of vibration caught his attention, making him raise his head and take his cell phone from under one of the pillows, it was a message from you.
His heart beat faster and he swallowed hard, he wasn't going to lie, he was scared as hell by whatever you sent him.
With a trembling thumb he clicked on the messaging app icon and saw your contact appear pinned at the top with the text highlighted and the number “2” next to it.
Closing his eyes and breathing heavily he pressed into your contact, and after a few seconds that seemed like hours, he opened them again and breathed a sigh of relief.
lightfury 🤍: hi, I don't know when you'll see this, but I wanted to let you know that I'm already home
lightfury 🤍: I hope we can talk later, I don't want things between us to be like this. good night, eds
With a relieved sigh, he let go of his cell phone and let his arms fall to his sides, smiling at the ceiling of his room. You really were a badass woman.
Pondering for a few seconds, he took the device in his hands again and went straight to the search app.
“Why can’t I get hard?”
He looked through the countless search results until he found the one that most resembled his case.
‘Powerful erection, buy it and receive it in two business days.’ What the fuck? No.
‘Age crisis? SexBull pills are the solution.’ No, absolutely not.
‘Erectile dysfunction, understand the causes and how to treat it.’ Oh God, please don’t be that.
He clicked on the last option and started reading the article.
“Erectile dysfunction, also known as impotence, is defined by difficulty getting and keeping an erection. It can be an embarrassing thing to talk about. It's been reported that more than half of men between the ages of 40 and 70 experience some form of ED.”
His eyes widened as soon as they passed the section where the most susceptible ages were indicated.
What the hell? Eddie was only 25. Could it get any worse?
Oh yeah, it could...
“Various risk factors can contribute to erectile dysfunction, including:
• Tobacco use, which restricts blood flow to veins and arteries, can — over time — cause chronic health conditions that lead to erectile dysfunction;
• Drug and alcohol use, especially if you're a long-term drug user or heavy drinker.”
Oh yes, he was completely fucked if he were to take these two factors into consideration, as he smoked so much that he could be compared to a walking chimney, and his body was almost at the point of producing alcohol on its own accord.
But his concern soon disappeared when he read the rest of the article.
“The brain plays a key role in triggering the series of physical events that cause an erection, starting with feelings of sexual excitement. A number of things can interfere with sexual feelings and cause or worsen erectile dysfunction. These include:
Depression, anxiety or other mental health conditions;
Stress;
Relationship problems due to stress, poor communication or other concerns;
Anxiety.”
Anxiety…
This last topic caught the boy's attention because it was exactly what he felt when he was around you, not that it was caused by your person, but rather by his dangerous mind.
All that euphoria of wanting to please you and insecurity that he wouldn't be good enough had created a black cloud above his head that rained liquid worry straight to his brain and caused a breakdown in his nervous system due to the pressure he felt, which led to his failed performance today.
He turned off his cell phone screen and lay on his side with his eyes closed, thinking about what a complete jerk he had been to you and how he would explain the whole situation without sounding even more ridiculous.
But that would be for tomorrow, with a quick movement he raised his left arm and slammed the palm of his hand against the light switch, leaving the room in complete darkness and silence as he fell into a deep sleep.
A few kilometers away, you were already lying in bed and ready to sleep, a few seconds away from turning off the light when you heard the notification sound of a new message.
Normally you would let it go and go to sleep, but the name that appeared on the screen caught your attention and you picked up the device and unlocked it, clicking on the messaging app icon.
nightfury 🖤: hey
nightfury 🖤: I'm sorry if I was an asshole today
nightfury 🖤: can we talk tomorrow? I don't want to lose you because of my stupidity
night fury: night baby
Upon reading the content of the messages, you smiled widely until your cheeks hurt, and with your heart filled with tenderness and joy you finally allowed yourself to lie down and sleep.
Tomorrow would be a new day, and hopefully, a much better day.
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47 minutes and 15 seconds, that was how long Eddie had spent in front of the mirror rehearsing his monologue, and he was not at all satisfied with what came out of his mouth.
Nervousness had turned him into a pathetic chattering mess and he couldn't stop himself from spewing nonsense words in the middle of sentences.
Walking back and forth across the room, the young man decided that it would be better to stop that stupidity and act like an adult, he would go to your work and talk normally without all this ridiculous rehearsal.
Be yourself, Munson. He spoke in his mind whilst taking a deep breath.
“Okay, that’s it, I’m ready.” His hands ran through his wavy hair and he bit his bottom lip anxiously.
“I’m not fucking ready for this.” He grumbled as he furtively watched from across the street where he could see you at the register through the large glass window.
Robin and Steve were nowhere to be seen, which was easier because he certainly didn't want to deal with those two loudmouths today.
Eddie thought about standing there until you noticed him staring at you like a maniac, and then calling the police so he wouldn't have to go through the second humiliation of explaining himself. Ha, good idea Edward.
The boy shook his head, making his hair messier and putting his hand on his face, exhaling in exasperation. Do you have a fucking problem?
“Okay, it’s now or never Eddie…” People on the street looked at him strangely as they watched him talk to himself. “You can do it, just get there and act cool, easy, you got this.” And repeating this about a hundred more times in his mind, he took courage and walked towards Family Video, which was now Family Books.
The sound of the bell ringing echoed throughout the empty store, making you look up ready to greet the customer who had arrived.
A smile formed on your mouth when you noticed Eddie standing in front of the cashier counter, playing with the rings on his fingers.
“Hi..” Your voice broke him out of the trance he was in. "Can I help you with something?" Eddie looked at you with slightly widened eyes.
“Um, can we… Can we talk? Both of us? In particular?" He wanted to slap himself for the way he was stuttering the words.
"Of course! I just need to call Robin or Steve,” Your eyes scanned the store for your two noisy friends. “I can’t leave the register without anyone here.”
“No problem,” Eddie said shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You smiled before disappearing down the hall.
You practically ran through the bookshelves looking for those two, and no sign of them.
"What a hell?" You stood in the hallway talking to yourself. “Where were those two-” The shrill noises of laughter reached your ear, revealing the location of the two lazy people you called friends.
You marched furiously to the storage room while thinking of millions of curses to throw at them, opening the door with a quick movement letting it slam against the wall, scaring the both of you, you began to complain.
“What do you two think you’re doing here?” Robin and Steve looked at you scared from where they were sitting, laughing about something on Robin's phone. “Did you forget that you also have to work?”
“We were…Uh, the books… The books needed to be scanned? Yes, the books needed to be scanned into the system!” Steve was slurring his words trying to explain himself, while Robin just looked elsewhere as if she wasn't to blame for anything.
“Oh really?” You asked and they both nodded. “Then where are the books and the scanner? I don’t see either one.”
The two remained silent, staring at you, wishing that a stack of books would magically appear in front of them.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Robin began.
“Yes, I think I heard some customer calling us.” The brunette agreed with the blonde girl and they both got up from the couch, hurriedly passing you who was still standing in the doorway.
“What the-” Snorting you rolled your eyes. "Forget it." You mumbled.
Turning to go back to the front of the store and tell Eddie that he could come now, you came face to face with the boy a few feet away, which made you let out a scared yelp.
“Jesus…” You placed your hand on your chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He smirked and approached you.
“Sorry, I thought you saw me follow you.” Eddie was looking at you with such intensity that you had to look away.
“Yeah, no, no problem,” You let out a nervous laugh. “Come in, here we can talk privately.” He entered the storage room as you stepped aside and gestured with your hand.
The two of you sat on the brown leather couch and stared at each other.
“So…” “I…” You let out a laugh as you spoke at the same time.
"You first." You said smiling shyly.
“Okay,” The metalhead took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Firstly I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday, I was rude and mean to you when you didn’t deserve it.” His brown eyes remained fixed on yours the entire time. “And secondly, I wanted to explain myself about-” You cut him off before he could say anything else.
“No, no, it’s okay. Seriously, I understand why you reacted the way you did and I don’t blame you for it.” Your body moved closer to him and your hands took his in yours affectionately. “You don’t need to explain yourself about anything, Eds.” The boy felt his heart beat faster and his eyes burn with tears forming in his waterline. “What happened yesterday could have happened to anyone, including me, and I'm sorry if at any point I made you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, I swear that wasn't my intention. You are the most precious boy to me and I truly apologize if you felt this way because of me.”
Eddie had been left speechless.
His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of his chest. He was so moved by the things you said that he barely noticed when tears started to run down his beautiful pale face.
“Oh no, no, please don't cry,” Worry was written in capital letters all over your face. “I-I didn’t say anything in a bad way, please-” Your chatter was interrupted by the warm smile he directed at you.
“You…” He said shaking his head in disbelief. “You have no idea what your words mean to me.” The curly-haired boy felt his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “All my life I've been told I wasn't enough and judged for who I am, I was so insecure about myself that the only way I could find it was to mask who I was, so I created this confident shell that didn't care about the rest of the world, so that maybe one day I could be accepted by someone…” Now you were the one crying silently at his speech.
“And after all these years thinking that I would live with fragments of my true self, you came and knocked me off my feet,” He smiled through his tears and brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it affectionately.
“It scared the hell out of me the way I lost all my composure around you, I felt scared because that boy who was so hurt in the past always tried to be present around you, all the time he wanted to show himself but I suppressed him as much as I could, afraid that I would lose you because of my ghosts. It was a new feeling for me, you know? You brought me comfort and kindness, and it made me want to run, 'cause I was so used to living in pain and being hurt that it became my comfort to feel this all the time, and the idea of being… Truly loved for who I am, made me have so much fear." His eyes widened in realization after the last sentence.
Eddie lived for so long feeling pain and finding comfort in it, that he was afraid of being loved and cared for by someone, believing that he was not worthy of such feelings.
“Eddie…” You looked deeply into his eyes before continuing, and in that moment you didn't see 'Eddie Munson, the Satanist leader of a cult who didn't care about the opinion of any living soul' but 'Eddie Munson, the scared and fragile boy who was so hurt by people who once pretended to love him, the insecure young boy who believed he would never be good enough to be loved by anyone'. “You are more than enough, you are not broken and less worthy of someone’s love, do you hear me?” Despite the serious tone of your voice, it still carried a whirlwind of emotions. "Nobody! No one has the right to say whether or not you deserve to be loved, because you do deserve to be happy in any and every way, Eddie. And this little boy inside you?” You asked with teary, red eyes and he nodded. “Let him out, let me get to know him, let me take care of him and show him how loved he is. Let him be free this time, because this time I will take care of you two, I will show you how much love I have to give you.”
The two of you looked at each other as if there was no one else in the world, just two souls destined to find each other and become just one, a single soul that carried with it the fragments of the past so that in the future they would remind them of the arduous path they had taken until they found home at each other's hearts.
Eddie was the first to close the distance between you, being followed by you immediately.
Your lips touched, causing an explosion of feelings in your hearts and pure passion to run like thick honey through your veins, filling each wound and healing the cuts that seemed to not want to heal.
His hands were like warm silk that slid easily across your skin, taking place at the base of your neck as he possessively cupped your cheek and claimed your mouth for himself with his warm, sensual tongue, caressing every corner and edge of your cavity.
You gave in equally to the kiss and holding his wet face, you let all the feelings flow as you lost yourself in the taste of love that was in each other's mouths.
Passion. Euphoria. Reassurance. And love, so much love.
He deepened the kiss even more and sighed intensely, sliding one of his arms around your waist and holding you as if you were going to disappear at any moment.
Your hands found the base of his neck and you intertwined your fingers in his long locks, bringing him to you.
But it still wasn't enough, your bodies screamed for each other and your minds clouded with the desire to feel the raw and pure nature that emanated from your pores and dripped from your centers.
You broke the kiss and lightly ripped off the leather jacket he was wearing, placing your mouth on his again and running your hands up his arms in a frantic manner. You wanted to feel him in his entirety, his body, his essence and his soul.
Eddie was no different, his mind screamed your name incessantly and his body cried out hotly to possess your flesh and infiltrate you, draining your arousal until there was no drop left.
With a quick movement he laid you down and was on top of you, stopping only to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the storage room.
“God, tasting you is like having a taste of the nectar of the gods, I can’t get enough.” He admired you and smiled, placing his lips on your neck and jaw.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with his mouth trailing kisses and licking your sensitive spots. “God, Eddie.” Your body was on fire and his attention only intensified that.
“Wait, wait…” You managed to mumble breathlessly.
“Did I hurt you? We can stop if-” You silenced him by putting a finger on his mouth. “Shhh, lay down. Now.” Something in his gaze changed and you could swear you heard him whimper softly.
Eddie lay down on the couch and you stood up watching him, his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed hard seeing your look. You were like a seductive panther looking at him as if he was your prey and you were waiting for the right moment to enjoy the meal. Him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good…” Draping one of your legs over him you sat on top of his crotch. “And I will show you who owns this body.” With that said, you attacked his mouth with yours, this time the kiss was fierce, full of bites and sinfully whispered moans.
He filled his hand and squeezed your ass tightly, drawing a breathy sigh from you, while the other moved up to your breast and pinched your nipple through the fabric of your blouse and bra.
You ran your lips and trailed a path of wet kisses to his jaw, going straight to his earlobe and nibbling, feeling him stiffen beneath you. That's the spot, you thought.
“You love teasing me, don’t you? Always trying to make me surrender first…” He asked as he placed his feet firmly on the floor and held your waist, pressing down and rubbing your pussy with his rock-hard cock. “You’re going to need more than that, sweetheart…” He held your head, pushing you against his sensitive spot and sighed with lust.
"Me?" Pretending to be innocent, you began to kiss hotly down to his pale pink nipples and, God, they were pierced. “And what have we here?” You ran your tongue gently, seeing him shiver and smile, biting his lip. “Oh… They’re sensitive, aren’t they?” With your thumb and forefinger you began to squeeze and roll them between your fingers.
“Oh God, please.” He panted and arched his back bringing his chest to you. “They're still too sensitive…” He let go of your waist and unbuttoned the buttons on your beige uniform shirt, taking it off and throwing it in some corner. “I need to feel you or I’ll go crazy.” He pulled the clasp of your bra in one agile movement and ripped it from your body with violence. “What did you do to me, woman?” His hands grabbed both of your breasts and squeezed with voracious force, eliciting a muffled moan from you.
“I just put you in your place, big boy.” You sat up straight and took your time admiring him, his disheveled look, his alabaster chest full of tattoos and his hard nipples, his slender waist and his happy trail that led to the treasure you selfishly wanted to enjoy. “The other women never knew how to deal with you, isn’t that right?” He looked at you with his eyes half closed and mouth hanging open and nodded. “Hmmm…” You began to roll your hips into his crotch and brought your hands to his that were resting on top of your breasts and pressed them even harder, throwing your head back with the pleasure that electrified your body as your clitoris started being stimulated with friction. “They never knew how you become such a good boy when someone commands you, right my pet?”
“Hmmm fuck yeah, I'm such a good boy for you... No one can have me like you do, my love…” He was slowly losing the last bit of sanity he had left, you were like a drug and he was the addict in abstinence and would use you until he couldn't take it anymore and dropped dead.
“That’s it, baby, you poor thing… You just needed someone to tame you like you deserve, right?” Mocking his fucked up state you laughed mischievously. “Shhh, don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me not to stop…” Sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs covered in ripped black jeans, you began to play with the hem of his pants, teasing him.
“Jesus…” He panted and ran a hand through his untamed curls. “Please don't fuck with me this time” Whispering quietly and looking at his dick he bit his lower lip so hard that he was sure he would draw blood. “Are you nervous, big boy?” Your seductive voice penetrated his ears like the song of a siren who was about to take him to the bottom of the ocean and drown him in the dark waters of pleasure. “Yeah-” he cleared his throat. “Do I make you nervous?” Your hand slowly crackling down his pelvis and caressing his thighs was enough to short-circuit his poor, lust-ridden brain, allowing him to only nod pathetically.
Sliding one hand up his inner thigh and giving it an experimental squeeze as your left trailed its way to the hard bulge in his pants, you saw his face contort in pleasure and he let out a shuddering breath. “Hmm, I can make you relax… But I don’t know if you deserve it, you know?” Teasing him for fun just to see the desperate look on his beautiful face that was sin incarnate.
“W-What? No I-I” his plea was interrupted by your mocking tone of voice. “Ah, ah, ah… You've been such a bad boy recently,” The smile on your face widened even more when you noticed how wide his eyes were, dilated pupils swallowing any trace of the chocolate that painted his iris, giving way to the black that emanated the lust that his body failed to contain. “Bad boys don’t deserve good things, my pet.”
Shaking his head like a maniac, his hoarse and sly voice pleaded. “N-no, I was… I was a good boy, please! Please touch me… Fuck, please touch me.” He didn't care how pathetic he sounded now, his mind was completely clouded. You you you. It was all he could focus on, your fresh citrus smell that invaded his nostrils and made him want to stick his nose in your neck, your ethereal and unique taste that stuck to his tongue and permeated his taste buds, your curves that fit so perfectly in his hands and your body that reacted so deliciously to him.
“I don’t know… You still haven’t convinced me that you deserve it.” You looked at him intensely and he swallowed hard when he noticed the strange gleam in your eyes. “Beg… Beg me to touch you, Eddie.” You waited with a small smile. “Please? Please touch me?” He spoke quietly, his face turning pink. “You can do better than that, pet…” He huffed and looked to the side with a pout. “Okay, since you don't want to ask nicely,” Leaning on his knees, you stood up and stood. “I’ll come back-” “No, wait wait!” He quickly dropped to his knees at your feet and circled his arms around your waist and hips, looking at you with puppy dog eyes that would make you commit atrocities if he used them against you. “Please…” He began, “Please touch me, I’m begging you.” He rubbed one of his cheeks on your bare stomach and began trailing kisses down to the hem of your jeans. “Let me feel you… Please, I’ll do anything.” He held your waist with such strength that you would definitely have had his finger marks the other day - not that you cared at the moment, too focused on the way he begged for your touch.
“Stand up,” You ordered and he promptly obeyed, rushing forward, almost losing his balance. “Take your pants and shoes off, now.” His hands flew to the button on his pants, undoing it and then unzipping his black jeans, bending down to untie the knots on the black combat boots he wore and discarding them somewhere nearby. You saw the hesitation in his eyes as he bit his lip and commanded again. "You are deaf? Strip. The pants. Now." Your hard, dominating voice made him tremble and shiver with desire.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and removed the item of clothing, revealing the white Calvin Klein boxers he was wearing. Your eyes migrated to his crotch and your mouth watered as you noticed the size of the bulge that stretched the fabric almost to its limit, a small wet spot could be seen where his pink tip rested and could be seen due to the transparency of the damp fabric.
“You know, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one taking off my clothes, don’t you?” His voice dropped a few octaves and reverberated through your body, his eyes practically burning each and every piece of clothing you wore. “And who said I care what you think?” You slid a finger down his tattooed chest, stopping before your hand came down on his erection. “But I suppose you’re right…” Withdrawing your finger and walking away, you saw him exhale in frustration and the corners of your mouth turned up in a wicked little smile.
You took off your sneakers and socks, taking your hand to your denim shorts and unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly, making a show for the brunette standing in front of you. He licked his lips hungrily at every bit of skin that was exposed in the process, his eyes making you feel like a furnace inside.
The two of you were now standing face to face in just your underwear, Eddie couldn't take his eyes off your body, he was looking at you so intensely that your knees went weak when you took a step forward.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch and let me take care of you, huh?” You placed both hands on his chest and pushed him until he sat on the furniture, taking a place between his open legs and kneeling again.
“I’m gonna' make you feel so good, Eddie…” You rubbed your hand over his crotch, avoiding his cock only to see him twitch. “I don’t- fuck- I don’t doubt that, sweetheart, but please-” His babbling was cut off by the feeling of your small hand stroking the base of his dick so lightly that he was barely sure you were touching him. "What? Please, what-” Your fingers collided with something even harder.
His eyes glittered with a wild glow and you narrowed your eyes and looked down to where your hand rested.
Eddie smirked and bit his lower lip when he noticed your surprised face. “What’s wrong, sweetie? See anything you like?” He was making fun of you and you could tell.
Moving your hand, you spoke again, “A piercing… Munson, Munson, you’re a box full of surprises…” Your index fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear. “Do you have any more surprises for me, Eddie?” Your playful question was answered as soon as you removed the last piece of clothing from him and his cock emerged free in all its glory: big and thick, probably a good nine inches, with a prominent vein on the underside, curved slightly to the right and, the cherry on top, his gray metal piercing decorating the drooling, reddish tip.
His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.
Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.
“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.
Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.
“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand and dipped your head.
You took him in your mouth easily, sucking on the tip while your tongue slid over the sensitive head that leaked the milky fluid. Eddie whined loudly, his hands moving to hold through your hair, tangling his calloused fingers through your soft hair. Your mouth, velvety warm, sucking him down gently while driving him crazy.
Eddie exhaled languidly, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes.
You look up at him, jacking him slowly and still sucking his red swollen tip, Eddie nodded at you gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.
"Just like that, honey..." His face writhed in the purest expression of lust, shutting his eyes for a moment.
 He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and your skilled tongue caressing his shaft, and still willing to take him further into your tight throat. "Goddamit, baby, this sinful mouth of yours… F-fuck that feels so good.."
"So good, you’re so good to me baby." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the empty storage room where the two of you vulgarly expressed your most carnal and sinful desires.
You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed up and down his cock. 
His eyes trailed down to you, seeing you looking at him while almost sucking his soul out of his body,it was too much for his poor brain to handle. Eddie closed his eyes again and let out a symphony of moans and whimpers to the feeling of your warm wet mouth.
Your hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, pulling back to suction on his heavy sac and moving your hand down his shaft, deeply inhaling the musky scent of his manhood. 
Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth licking the soft skin of his balls and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.
"Holy fucking shit." Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You take me so good, isn’t that right baby? Gos, such a fucking slut for my dick, huh? Bet you soaking through these panties ." 
You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his sac. 
He wasn't going to last long with jerking him and fondling his ball like that, you were too good at this. Too good at making him a total and pathetic mess.
You knew he was so close, his toes were curling, his breath becoming erratic and his grip on your head getting tighter each time, the coil in his lower belly pulling closer and closer until it snapped, spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue while he threw his head back and groaned loudly. 
He milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth. .
You swallowed him in one big gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, seeing the way his eyes became darker. 
 “Fuck,” he panted and ate you with his eyes. “I have to be inside you in the next five seconds or I’m gonna’ get fucking crazy, ‘cause you're killing me here, baby.” Desperation and lust were written across his eyes.
You smiled, still kneeling between his legs, and bit your lip seductively with half lidded eyes.
“Oh yeah? You're that desperate to feel my pussy around your cock, huh?” You stood up and looked down at him through your eyelashes, seeing him nod dumbly.
"I'm being such a good boy for you, don't you think I deserve this..." Nothing could prepare you for the word that would come out of his mouth in the next moment. "...Mommy?"
You choked on your own spit.
Jesus Christ, that simple word leaving his mouth was able to light an intense flame inside you, that licked your center and melted into a slick that soaked your panties and ran down your thigh.
You stood there, opening and closing your mouth like a fish in water, completely speechless.
Eddie watched you with a shit-eating grin as if to say "I won."
His expression faltered as he noticed your hard gaze and sinister smile at him, you saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed dry and cleared his throat.
“Yeah...you really are a box full of surprises, Eddie, and it's going to be so fun to play with you..." You hooked your thumbs into your wet panties and dragged them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor and kicking it to some corner of the room.
His eyes were now fixed on your smooth, glistening pussy, you felt a surge of pride and self-confidence as you noticed his cock kicking in interest.
Eddie was sure that at this point he was shamelessly drooling at the sight of you naked in front of him, your body must surely be the representation of Satan and his sin as how provocative and ungodly it was.
"Shit..." With the way you were looking at him, like you wanted to eat him alive, he probably wouldn't get out of there in one piece.
You grinned at him and leaned over, putting a leg over him and sitting on his hairy thighs.
Your eyes skimmed over the pretty boy below you, his fucked out face, he never looked so beautiful.
Your eyes wandered his slender torso and followed the delicious happy trail that led to the thatch of dark curls framing his gorgeous dick..
“Ready for me sweetheart?” He asked with an air of smugness and tucked his hands behind his head, but you could see that he was controlling himself not to jump on your bones. "The real question here is, are you ready for me, Eds?” You trailed your hand from his stomach to his tattooed chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples drawing a shaky breath from him. "So...so ready, princess, please..." His glazed eyes were heavy, you hummed, but remained silent as his hands hovered over your thighs before shakily running through your hips and waist.
Still grinning at him, you reached between your bodies to give his cock a few steady strokes. He pulsed in your palm and it sent a surge of need through your lower belly. 
Adjusting yourself and sitting upright, you moved until you were sitting on top of his rock hard cock, giving your hips an experimental rock and shivering as you grind against his cock slowly, the fiction on your clit sending waves of arousal coursing through your veins. 
“Go ahead baby, take what you want.” Eddie closes his eyes, fighting his inner demons to not to cum with just that, his hips thrusting into you into its own accord. "Sit still or I'll stop." You warned and Eddie's hips stilled before reluctantly settling against the couch. "How badly do you want to cum, baby?" You asked, slowly rocking your hips before sitting back down on his lap. You set a lazy pace, making sure each glide of your wet cunt was slower than the last. “Christ, mommy-” Eddie whimpering, his hips thrusting weakly against yours. 
He didn't see it coming, he just felt the burning sensation and the impact of your hand on the left side of his face. “Dont. Fucking. Move.” You hold a tight grip on his throat. “Answer me, you pathetic slut.” 
"Fuck," he panted as his back arched off, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to–" Another slap delivered across his cheek, the skin blossoming a pretty shade of pale pink-reddish. "Fuck! I want it so bad, I want to cum so bad, Mommy!" Lustful tears were forming on his waterline and threatening to spill over his hot cheeks. “Hmm, that’s a good boy…” Your lips kissed his red cheek with tenderness. 
"Who-who thought that you were into that shit..." Eddie's voice has a rasp to it. “Might be a lot about me you don't know, Munson.”
Your fingertips dug into his chest as you steadied yourself with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, and ever so slowly sank down on his generous length. Mingling moans and whimpers paired with the sounds of his grunts filled the small space of the storage room, you shuddered as he stretched you inch by glorious inch and let out a content sigh when you were fully seated on his lap, his balls pressed against your ass.
“Oh my god, Eddie…” He had one hell of a view, and it had him entranced. Your jaw was slack as you gasped and panted from how deep he was, and your head was thrown back with pleasure. He gave you a moment to adjust before both of his hands found purchase on your ass and he started fucking into you like a wild animal. "Hoooly fucking shit, you're so fucking- Oh God!” he whimpered. “Yes… Oh fuck, right there!” Your hands held onto his arms that were circling your waist while his thick cock pumped in and out of you. 
“Eddie!” You cried, your pussy clamping down around his dick as your thighs snapped closed on his narrow waist. “Oh my fucking god! Ohhhh-” The boy laughed breathlessly seeing you lose your mind over how good he was fucking you. "Yeah Mommy? Where's all that atittude, huh? Got so dumb on my cock that you can't even answer me?" He met you for a sloppy kiss, both of you too far gone to care about the clumsiness. "You... Dick." He moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, hands flying to your face as he bucked into you.
“Close, I'm- baby I’m so close,” you whined against his lips. 
The white burning coil in your core grew to reach its snapping point with every brush of his dark curls against your clit.
“Yeah, you gonna cum for me?" His sweaty forehead pressed to your own while his almost black irises looked deep into your soul. “Fuck, that's it Mommy, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.” His hand left your waist to snake down, his thumb rubbed tight circles to your clit, helping that tight band snap inside you. “Oh fuck!” You cried out loud as you came, not caring if Robin or Steve would hear. Your hips continued to roll, a clumsy attempt at keeping up with his thrusts and his thumb that still rubbed your bundle of nerves. 
“Feels so… fuck, your pussy…” He babbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Hmm… you’re just so… tight and warm.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let every one of his senses be entirely consumed by you. 
He's loud when he comes, whimpering loudly, full body weak with it. You feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, deep painting your insides white. 
"Thank you, Mommy..." He's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down. "God, you're so perfect." 
The mixing of his cum and your arousal is now coating your inner thighs, and dripping onto his balls and crotch. “Jesus fuck—” He slip his now soft cock out of your cunt, seeing the white fluid dripping of your insides.
Both of his arms wrapped protectively around you and his nose nuzzled against your temple as he whispered how good you were for him.
Eddie pressed your cheek to the crown of your head and drew soothing patterns across your warm, sweaty skin. “Do you think they heard us?” You broke the comfortable silence. "For sure." He laughed softly and you widened your eyes, slapping his chest. "Eddie!" "What? You asked and I just answered." You rolled your eyes and stood up, getting off his lap. "Wait, wait!" He held your waist and sat you down on the couch, heading towards the black shirt he had thrown on the floor a few minutes before. "Gotta clean up my girl." He went to the water machine in the corner of the room and wetted the fabric, returning to where you were and gently rubbing it against your skin.
You both got dressed in silence and looked at each other.
“So…” “Yeah…” You looked at the wall as if there was something interesting there as he rocked back on his heels with his hands in his leather jacket pockets. "Um..." He began. "What do you think about... I don't know, going to the movies today? I saw there's a really cool movie in the theater and- and it would be cool if we went together." You smiled, biting your lip. "Really? What's the movie?" The boy smiled too and was sincere. "I don't know, but with you anything is cool." Your heart melted at his sweet words.
"Pick me up at seven?" You opened the door, stepping outside so he could get out too. "Seven, great, very good." He wanted to beat himself for being so nervous, for God’s sake just a few minutes ago he was balls deep in you.
"Okay! I'll see you at seven then." You smiled and walked towards the front of the bookstore, coming face to face with Steve and Robin whispering, who soon stopped as soon as they saw you and Eddie.
Eddie said goodbye to you and left the store, waving his hand and smiling once again as he mouthed 'see you at seven'.
You turned to your friends who had a mischievous smile on their faces and walked back to your spot behind the counter.
"So..." Robin said. "Mommy, huh?" Bursting into laughter with Steve.
"Fuck off, you two." You mumbled, face burning with embarrassment.
You could say that those two gave you hell for a long time after that day.
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dreamescapeswriting · 2 months
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Blooms Of Serenity ~ BC
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WORD COUNT: 1.7K
GENRE: comfort fic, chan being very sweet and comforting toward a reader who has had a hard time with their anxiety/panic attacks lately, cute boyfriend chan, NON IDOLVERSE, established relationships
PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024
⤜MASTERLIST
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Sliding out of the seat carefully you held your hand out to Chan who was still refusing to let you take off the blindfold he'd put on you about an hour ago. Part of you was a little sad he'd refused to let you see, you loved going on night drives with Chan since you'd spend all of your time looking up at the stars that were scattered across the sky it was one of your favourite things to do.
"Are you going to pout all night?" Chan whispers in your ear, his breath catching on your skin making your whole body shiver. 
"No, but I'll stop sooner if you let me see," You giggle trying to tempt him but it wasn't going to, Chan had been working on this surprise all week long and he wasn't going to ruin it now. 
In the heart of a packed city, where life echoed everywhere and it didn't matter how far you went you'd still hear the sounds of car horns or people yelling there existed a small haven of tranquillity known as the Serenity Garden. After extensive googling, Chan had managed to find the little slice of heaven for you.
Its charm lay not only in its lush greenery and vibrant blooms of flowers but also in its ability to soothe troubled souls. And it was here that Chan decided to bring you.
The gardens were said to be completely silent, breaking away from the hustle and bustle of life which was exactly what you needed right now.
As Chan stepped into the garden, the air seemed to change, becoming lighter, and more fragrant and turned his attention to you, his hands shakily taking off the blindfold as he studied your reactions. As soon as the blindfold was off and your eyes had adjusted to the light your once tense shoulders relaxed slightly as you took in the sight of the colourful flowers swaying gently in the breeze. The place looked like something straight out of a fantasy romance book.
"Chan...Where did you even find this?" Your voice barely came out as a whisper as you walked further into the gardens, being careful of the flowers as you strolled.
"I'll never reveal my secrets,  Google did play a huge part," He winks at you playfully as he smiles to himself. He was pretty proud of his find and happy with himself that it seemed to ease you, even if just for a little while.  
Your eyes were still busy trying to take everything in, the garden stretched out like a patchwork quilt, with winding pathways meandering through lush greenery and colourful blooms. Huge trees provided perfect picnic spaces underneath them.
"This place is...beautiful," Your voice cracked a little as you turned to look back at Chan, who had a giant grin on his face.
"You needed time away from everything, so I found a small home away from home," He smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it softly before making his way through the garden with you.
Every corner of the garden held its own enchantment, there were clusters of roses in shades of pink and red, and beds of vibrant tulips that swayed gracefully in the night breeze. There were even patches of wildflowers dotted around the landscape, something you truly never thought you'd see in person. 
"This is like something from a book," You whispered to Chan, somehow it felt wrong if you were to speak too loudly, like somehow you would disturb the peace that was around.
"I knew you'd love it," He chuckled softly, taking you toward the centre of the garden where a majestic water fountain was sat. It was a marble basin adorned with intricate carvings that all depicted mythical creatures and flowing vines. The water trickled from the spouts filling the night air with the sound of cascading water.
"I love it and you," You told him as he carefully sat down on a brick bench that was sat in front of the fountain. 
"I love you too, this is your sanctuary," He told you as you carefully sat down beside him, smiling and letting out a sigh of relief as you just let the world be.
Sitting there amidst the blooms, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a welcome respite from the storm raging within your mind. But even in this serene setting, the echoes of your anxiety lingered, threatening to pull you back into its grasp.
As if he could sense your distress Chan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.
"I'm here, Yn," He whispered softly, his voice soothing your frazzled nerves as if like magic,
"You're not alone." You leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his presence, something you'd always managed to do with your boyfriend. There was something about him you couldn't quite explain, something you never thought could be possible but he calmed you.
He made you feel safe and secure whenever you were together, safe enough to let your mind go blank as you just relaxed against him. Sleeping next to someone had never been easy for you before but with Chan you always found yourself able to fall asleep with ease and even sleep through the night. Your body trusted him.
"Just close your eyes and let it be," Chan whispered, you closed her eyes, letting the sound of the water fountain and the sweet scent of flowers envelop you like a protective cocoon, Chan's strong arms around you helping all the more. With each breath, you felt the tight knot of anxiety within your chest slowly begin to unravel.
"Listen to the leaves." He said, his breath warm against your ear as you kept your eyes closed.
"Each one carries a message of hope, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, light is always there to be found." Chan pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his hands gently running up and down your arms as you felt a lump in your throat beginning to form.
"You're stronger than you realised, Yn." He continued, his voice filling you with hope and confidence.
"You've faced so many challenges before and you've emerged stronger every single time...You have the courage and the resilience to overcome this..." He stilled his hands before moving closer to your ear,
"I believe in you," He whispered as your tears began to flow, you turned to bury your face in Chan's chest and he smiled weakly.
"I know it's hard," He told you as his arms tightened around you.
"But you're not and never will be alone in this. I'm here for you, every step of the way." He tells you as you snuggled closer to him.
"We'll face this together and we'll be stronger on the other side." He promised you, and you knew you could believe him, you just knew.
As you sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you, a beacon of light in the darkness you'd been consumed in for days. With Chan by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm, and conquer any fear. Together you'd be able to emerge from anything victious.
"Thank you, Chan...for everything," You sniffled a little and Chan smiled using his hands to gently swipe away the tears that had fallen.
"You never have to thank me for something like this, I just want you to come to me in the future." He told you as you nodded, cuddling into him and smiling warmly.
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After a few hours of sitting there, enjoying the night sky and the sounds of water you knew it was time to head home but there was something different. It felt as though there was a renewed sense of purpose coursing through your veins. You knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but you also knew that with Chan by your side, you were going to be able to face anything that came your way.
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In the days that followed your visit to the  Garden, you found yourself leaning on Chan more than ever, which he was adoring every second of. All he ever wanted was to be there for you, it was part of being a boyfriend he was supposed to be there to support you in times of hardship. He became your rock, your steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of emotions. With his unwavering support, you began to face her anxiety head-on, armed with newfound courage and determination.
The two of you had developed different coping mechanisms that would help you out whenever your mind would become stormy. You took walks to the park almost every other night, leaving your phones at home and just walking hand in hand, breathing in the crisp air as you tried to let things go. Throughout every single part of it, Chan had been there, a constant source of love and encouragement, never once letting you go through any of it alone just as he had promised.
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Through everything, Serenity Garden was your sanctuary, a place of refuge and where Chan would take you when everything would get too much again. You both returned to it often, seeking solace amidst the flowers and fountains and every time you came back you felt a little lighter as if the weight of the world was lifted from your shoulders, even for a short time. The two of you were back again tonight, cuddled together on the brick bench, surrounded by the gentle melody of the water fountain and the fragrant embrace of the flowers. Chan had his arms around you, pulling you close to him as his arms were a comforting shield around you.
"I love you, Yn," He whispered, his voice soft but fulled of unwavering sincerity. 
"I will always be here for you, through the good times and the bad." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you stared up at him, overwhelmed by how much Chan truly meant to you and how deep his love went for you. At that moment, you knew he was absolutely your soulmate, your partner in life's adventures.
"I love you too, Chan." Your voice choked with emotion/
"Thank you for being my rock, for never giving up on me even when I felt like I was giving up on myself." Chan brushed a gentle kiss across your forehead, 
"I'll never give up on you and I'll never let you give up on yourself," He whispered to you, kissing your forehead one last time before you sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, your love burning amidst the tranquil beauty of Serenity Garden and you felt peace completely wash over you.
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demonsword586 · 4 months
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Horn grinding headcanons! Niflheim
(I'm gonna be honest,this took way too long to write and I feel like I kinda missed the theme of this series with this work...I also feel like my writing was a bit off....I don't know how to feel about this one!)
Gusion
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-bro paint those horns,it's impossible to find them
-he's already tired af and done with everything,so when you ask to grind on his horns....he just sighs
-he suddenly grabs you and puts you on his lap.He then puts his hand in your pants and starts using his long fingers on you while grabbing a pen with his free hand and going back to his math problems.
-He then tells you ''If you can survive a few hours of this maybe I'll let you use my horns''
-but a few hours for Gusion means a whole damn afternoon!
-That fucking tease is rubbing,pinching and fingering you with one hand while doing math with the other,looking absolutelly unfazed. Heck he's not even checking on you,even tho you're trembling in his lap after your 8 th orgasm.
-when the sun goes down so does his pen and he finally looks down at you. He gently cradles your body before throwing you on his bed
-you're still recovering from his previous torture,he's already pulling his tie off and tying your hands together with it.He lies his head on your lower stomach and looking up at you seducevlly
-you're in for a long night
Bathin
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-Hmm....now he has an intresting horn.On one hand it looks pretty sharp but maybe it's just the angle...I bet the tips are actually smooth....the swirl also reminds me of a knife but I hope it's not like one....so this could either be painful or really enjoyable!
-Let's set the scene! You two are sitting on a comfy blanket on a field,moonlight shining on the two of you. As his head lays on your lap while he rambles on about a book he's reading,you stare at his very asteticlly shaped horn before getting a sudden horny idea.
-While he's talking,you sneak your hand from his hair to his horn,gently caressing it which get's a quick reaction out of him. He slowly stops talking mid sentence,his cheeks slowly turning a light shade of pink while he covers his mouth and looks away from you. ''My little star...you shoudn't touch someone's horn like this..it's very sensitive for us devils..'' he says with a meek voice,stopping a few times to cathch his breath.
-''Oh? You seem to like it tho. Maybe we could even use it for something more...intresting~'' You say in return,your voice lower then normal.
-With you touching one of his erogenous zones and suggesting something so perverted,outside even!.....let's just say he's not one to refuse you.
-The act in it's own is very sweet and fluffy. He does most of the work while also being carefull not to accidentally hurt you. He caresses your legs throughout it all. Just make sure to praise him and tell him how good you feel. He's pretty quiet,only making a few grunts and a slight whimper
-now imagine all of this but he's wearing a sailor moon costume
Andrealphus
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-now I like this. Beautiful shape,rigged,long! That's what I want in a devil! Plus there's so much surfice and ways to grind on....
-Okay imagine that he finally comes home after being gone for days. When he returns he's all covered in blood,probably coming back from another massacre. As a good partner,you offer to help him bathe.
-Now you are running your hands through his long hair while he's soaking in the tub.As you are washing his hair,you notice his pretty horns and get an idea.
-You slide your hands down to his shoulders and softly whisper into his ear ''Andrealhus~ Can I borrow your horns please? I promise you'll enjoy it too.~''
-his breath hitches at your hot breath against his ear,he closes his eyes with a frown ''No...you'll get dirty with blood'' Now obviouslly he's just trying to make excuses! Why? Simply...he doesn't wish to hurt you. He knows how strong he is and since he spends most of his time hunting and torturing angels,he's afraid he might lose control and cause you pain.
-But you are not satisfied with that! You then slide one of your hands down his chest,softly caressing it and with the other one,you gently trace his horns ''But Andrealphus! You been gone for a week...you can't expect me to not be needy when you come back. Plus..I missed you so much! Please don't make me wait any longer~'' you whine sensually in his ear.
-Now you are really testing his limits. Screw all his morals! If you want it,you'll get it. Doesn't mean he'll be rough tho.
-As soon as he hears you pleading,he releases a long groan.He grabs your hips and gently places you in the water,right between his legs.
-Andreaplhus then starts gliding his fingers along your body. From your collarbone to your chest,down along your stomach and lower until he reaches your privates.
-When he touches your most sensitive area,which is now even more sensitive than normal cuz of your horniness,you get startled and yelp before jumping back on your feet.
-Your reaction suprises him a bit but then he smiles innocently and pulls you back near him.He grabs your leg and lifts it over his head. With his horn now between your thighs,pressed against you. With a husky voice he says ''Looks like you really did miss me. You're so sensitive today...let me guess,you been touching yourself a lot while I was out.''
-You whimper softly and nod before placing your hands on his other hrn and humping the one between your legs.
-he groans and gently holds on the flesh of your thighs,holding them firmlly enough to stop your movement. He then slowly bobs his head while making sure you stay in place
-Now you have this gigantic killing machine of a devil,melting under you,doing his best to be sweet and gentle with you while also melting uder your touch. His horns already slick with pre-milk.
-After a few minutes of soft passion,his movements start getting faster and sloppier,warning that he's close to climax.Seeing his blushing face,his quick breaths makes you feel your own orgasm approaching. You press yourself even closer to him which makes you cum first. Feeling your juices hit his horns and your knees tremble,he arrives as well,moaning your name with his soft voice
-imagine if he looked at you with that bloodthirsty smile in between the act
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pursuitseternal · 3 months
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“The Second Day” of “Antics of the Newly Ascended:” staring Batstarion🦇
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Ascended Astarion x F!Reader |E| 1.3K Pure antics and comedy
🦇 art by @marimosalad Link to full art
Summary: You can’t pick a lock without your Rogue, even if he is Ascnedant now. So you wait… and wait… until a new unexpected visitor flies in.
CW: Banter, Poop jokes, Tav filtering Astarion’s threats and antics, sneezes, and cute fluffy vampiric bats with an attitude 🦇 (no smut)
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“Hells, what is taking him so…flipping long?”
For a split second, you think Gale might actually swear, but no. The goody-two-shoes scout wins out in the end. You giggle anyway.
“Said he’d be back quick with a new set of lockpicks ready to go, Mister Ascendant Lord and expert of the underbelly of Baldur’s Gate…” Gale huffs and folds his arms crossly.
Karlach snorts next to you, both your backs leaning against the alley walls. You keep to the shadows, eyeing up the house you need to enter… surreptitiously. Those Flaming Fist have been everywhere lately, and you still needed your Rogue to break you in nearly everywhere in the City.
“He’s probably too busy doing Ascendant things to hurry, Gale,” Karlach chuckles, peering her horned head into the street.
“Like what?” you ask, folding your arms and pouting your lips, “what could he possibly be doing but rushing back to be with me?”
Gale rolls his eyes, seeing the wry expression on your face, he realizes you joke. “Oh, good one,” he chortles. “Oh lots of things, I would imagine if I applied my wildest musings…”
“Get to the point wizard!” Karlach slaps him on the back. “More taunting, fewer words.”
Gale sputters for air after having it knocked from his body. And you laugh at that.
Suddenly, you feel a breeze pass your face. A blur of white settles on the wall beside your head. Hanging upside down.
A fluffy white bat. It chitters at you.
“Oh shit,” Karlach jolts at the sight. “That thing is massive.”
It seems to chitter more.. proudly at that. You narrow your eyes at it… your other companions draw away a step, leaving the beast with space.
“If Astarion were here, he’d probably call it a snack and snatch it from the air…” Gale jabs, a self-confident smile on his face, proud of his own humor. His own best entertainment.
“Naw… he’s too busy picking out new fancy clothes…” Karlach peers into the street.
“Too busy trying to burst into a sea of mist…” Gale laughs.
You giggle, thinking of something he did just that morning, for an hour, “Preening his hair into a perfect coif before kissing his reflection…”
Gale’s mouth snaps shut. The bat on the wall chitters noisily again, flapping its wings as it comes to dart around your head. “That bat is all over you,” his eyes narrow, “but I’m fresh out of Speak with Animals potions for now.”
You shrug, “I don’t mind, maybe he’s lonely…” You hold out your hand, an offering to let the little mammal rest somewhere soft. “Gives me something to look after until Astarion comes back.”
“Don’t let him see you’ve got a new pet…” Gale taunts, leaning closer to peer at the creature that now rests in your palm, “He might get jealous and snap it up in his fangs.”
Does… is the bat… glaring at Gale?
You look closely, but Karlach guffaws. “Oh oh, I’ve got it. I think I know what’s keeping the Vampire Ascendant! He’s probably stuck taking his first shit in two-hundred years...”
Okay, now that bat in your palm is definitely glaring, and chittering, and… pissed. You look closely at last, it’s white fur catches the sun in shades of silver, its eyes are a deep red… almost a crimson…
You stop. “Astarion?” you murmur at the little creature, patting its head with a single finger.
It… He… bounces on your hand, chittering away, pointed little face nodding.
“For fucks sake…” Karlach groans. “How the fuck did you turn into that?”
Gale leans closer… but not too close just in case. “I’ve read that some Vampires can take forms themselves, if powerful enough.” He grins widely, “Could be ferocious werewolf, or noxious cloud…” that grin twists, “Yours is adorable, if I do say so myself, Astarion.”
You can almost hear the ire in the noises that he makes in reply. Still nonsense chatter, but the emotion is clear.
He is not amused.
“Gale, you do realize he will turn back, and he will be pissed,” you warn with a shake of your head. You freeze, a whisper tickling inside your mind as the creature in your palm twitches and rests. “Astarion says it’s not his fault you're a pack of incompetent… oh,” you pause, patting him on his head with a finger, “I’m not going to say that part, my love.”
“He’s… talking to you?” Gale twists his head and raises a brow. “Like, mind to mind?”
“Yes,” you nod, “we are just as baffled at the moment, I will be honest with you, even if he said not to tell you…” the bat starts scrabbling up your arm, chittering even more noisily than before. “Stop whining, darling. You’ll figure it out.” He comes to rest on your shoulder, hanging upside down from the seam of your shirt. “And he says he would rather you never again speculate about his bowel movements either, on pain of… I’m going to say, a severe talking to.”
“That’s not what he said is it?” Karlach guffaws.
You can’t help but let your finger scritch under his little chin as he dangles from your shoulder. “No, no,” you giggle as you watch his beady little eyes flutter shut at the petting. “He used his regular ascendantly foul mouth.”
“Well, Vampire Ascendant or not, he’s not going to be much help breaking and entering in that form, is he?” Gale snips, rolling his eyes.
“He says he would be more than happy to talk us through it, if we… oh, again? I’m not suggesting that, my pet,” you shake your head, removing your scratching finger to wag it at him. “Naughty,” you chide.
“How did you get like that anyway, Astarion?” Karlach chuffs, folding her arms and swaying on her feet.
“He sneezed,” you reply. “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to share that. I’m sorry, my love. You really should be more obvious about what is for my ears… er… mind alone.”
“Maybe…” Gale gives a mischievous grin, “if we get you to sneeze again… maybe you’ll change back to a form with fingers that can actually do some good.” He reaches into his pocket, takes out a little bit of powder, and blows.
The little bat writhes, fur standing on end, flat folded nose twitching before….
“Achoo!” The sneeze echoes off the alley walls, a burst of black mist that tingles your skin as his tall, lean and wiry body forms against your arm. You can sense his irritation, out right, cuttingly sharp annoyance lacing his angry breaths. Once the mist clears, Astarion is, in fact, glaring at you all. Crimson eyes dart from one to the next. “I am… going to fucking kill you,” he hisses.
“Shh…” you cajole, raising your finger to scritch under his smooth chin, clenched tight in his rage. Instantly, the moment you begin your gentle petting, he eases, eyes fluttering shut.
“I think he likes that, soldier,” Karlach whispers a giggle. “Do you feed him little treats when he’s a good boy?”
“Only if he gets us into that house with those dexterous hands of his,” you chuckle and slide your hand to stroke his cheek.
“Fine,” he sighs, exasperated, tired, and annoyed. “But not one of you breathes a word of this to Halsin… or Wyll… or… anyone.”
“Agreed,” Karlach slaps him on the back.
He begins rummaging his lithe fingers through his pack, turning those crimson eyes on you as you watch. “And you, my consort, don’t think I’m not going to make you pay for that mirror-kissing comment earlier…”
“Don’t think you won’t have to earn those chin scritches, my love,” you giggle in return as he flashes that fanged smirk at you.
“One more, my darling?” he purrs, watching the others start into the street already. “One for the road, one in case we die today?”
Your fingers reach quickly to oblige, his eyes closing to savor your attentive care. And you giggle, “Who can argue with that?”
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dreamofjoys · 1 year
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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘
— summary: malleus studies your body during one of your daily gargoyle research activity
in which a normal discussion about the body anatomies of gargoyles has led to malleus making out with you
— cw: public sex, cloth sex, grinding, vaginal penetration, fingering, reader is described to have big ass (?),
— a/n: making out in school with malleus is so mwah
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"look at this fascinating gargoyle, malleus! it's magnificent claws are crafted in such great details. i bet it feels like real touching it!"
malleus hums in agreement as you continue babbling on about the raven gargoyle's body anatomy. from it's beak, to the wings and body. he was impressed that you could remember everything that he has been telling you. if anything, it just proves that you were listening and paying attention to him.
"it's sturdy body looks so soft to touch." you gazed at the picture of the gargoyle fondly, not noticing that malleus was already standing behind you. his tall frame towers over you with ease, hands grabbing your waist to pull you flush against his body.
you blushed when you felt something hard poking at your ass. turning your head up, you noticed that malleus was staring at you with an unusual gaze. his half lidded eyes staring right at your soul, as if he wants to devour you whole.
"child of man, i was thinking if we should try exploring human anatomy today instead of gargoyles?" malleus nuzzles his head into your neck, his grip on your waist tightened as your face turn into a deeper shade of red upon realising what he meant.
you were having romantic feelings towards malleus for awhile now. you weren’t sure if he feels the same way, but maybe he does? seeing as to how he only invited you to his club activities, walking you home every night and inviting you to diasomnia. there was even once he let you touch his horns - much to everyone’s surprise and sebek’s horror - you thought that it was a test to see if you dare to. instead, malleus leans his head on your shoulder as you trail your fingers on his horns. a sound akin to a growl emitted from him as he buries himself into you. surely, those were the signs that he at least felt something towards you, right?
“malleus, do you like me?” a deep chuckle erupts from malleus, hot breath fanning over your neck. “did it take you that long to figure this out?”
long slender fingers trail down from your waist to your inner thighs, lightly pinching at your soft skin as you press your knees together, trapping his hand between your thighs. “i like you too, malleus.” you confessed, finally letting go of this heavy burden in your heart. malleus smiles, elated that his feelings were returned. placing open kisses on your neck, your squeezed your legs tighter, trying to stop the smell of arousal in your core from spreading. but malleus is no human, he is a descendent of a dark fae, blessed with enormous magic, physical physique and heightened senses. he could smell your arousal before you even knew it was coming.
“shall we do it, my love?” he asked you one final time, the hand that was resting on your inner thigh inches closer to your blossom, thumb stroking up and down in a slow rhythmic movement.
"su-sure." you stuttered, suddenly feeling all shy and embarrassed under malleus's intensive gaze. within a second, a pair of warm lip envelop yours, eagerly kissing and sucking on your lips while his hand that was ghosting over your core finally pushed your panties aside, inserting a finger into your cherry as you moaned at the sudden intrustion.
"open your legs for me, dear." malleus broke the kiss, staring at your plump lips that were covered in his saliva before resuming to his previous activity, except for this time, his free hand pinches on your breast, taking advantage of the small little gasp that you made as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, eager to explore and taste you.
you spread your legs for him like an obedient lamb, allowing malleus to add in another finger and scissor your insides as wide as he can.
"hnng- mal, ah, mo-more-" you tried opening your legs more, hands shooting down to hold onto malleus's thighs as you buck your hips up, grinding onto his fingers like a desperate man. malleus groans when your ass touches onto his cloth cock which was already threatening to burst out of his pants. his free hand cups and fondles with one of your breast, inserting another finger in as your delighted moans and wet sound of your pussy echoes throughout the room.
soon, you came all over on his hand, staining his hand and pants with your essence. you wanted to close your legs and prevent any more mess, but the hand that has been fondling on your breast has landed on your thighs, making sure to keep your legs apart, exposing your pussy on full view (that has became malleus's favourite view). malleus brings up his hand to his lips, licking your essence off as he smirks at your tomato face.
"you taste lovely, i wouldn't mind having you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. also, you might wanna close your mouth. or else, i might put something else in there."
"malleus!" you punched his shoulder weakly, which the dark fae only chuckles in response. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning in to kiss your temple as he whispers into your ear.
"come on, we are not done right? we haven't get to the best part yet."
that's when you noticed something big and hard poking at your ass. when the look of realization dawned upon your face, you quickly stood up, apologising profusely for neglecting his needs.
it's not your fault that he was really good at fingering you.
"come help me take it out, will you?" malleus gestures to his hardened tent, making you gulp nervously as you unzip his pants slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt him, but also also unsure if you are suppose to just strip down a fae prince who could strike lightning at you anytime.
the sight in front of you was something you were not prepared for. his member was hard and thick. the prominent veins that were bulging out and adorning on his member only highlights how thick he is. the tip of his mushroom head was in the shade of an angry red as beads of pre cum leaks down to his balls. speaking of his balls, both of it were full and heavy, looking as if it is about to burst any open any moment.
sensing your nervousness, malleus holds your hand and pat on his lap. "it's okay, we will try to make it fit. come and sit down on me, you are the only person that i will permit to do so."
thinking that it was now or never, or rather a rare chance to get dicked down by a rich prince who just so happen to be your lover, you placed both of your legs on either side of his while facing him, adjusting your panties to the side again so that you would be nice and fully expose. you place your hands on his shoulders, steadying and slowly lowering yourself to his dick as malleus grips onto your waist, supporting you.
when the tip of his dick finally enters you, malleus has to resist the urge to buck his hips up and slam the rest of himself into you. didn't he stretch you out just now? why are you still so tight? your pussy was squeezing him so tight, he felt like he could just stay like this forever and not do anything.
"s' big, mal, i don't know if i can-" malleus doesn't answer, instead, he loses control and pulls you down, slamming the rest of his length into you as you yelped loudly. wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your head on your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat. the sudden stretch was painful, but it soon turn into the desire of wanting more, wanting to feel full and embrace malleus's dick.
and then, you started bouncing on his dick, moaning like a mess as you uses his dick to pleasure the both of you. malleus groans, feeling slightly out of breath as he throws his head back, head feeling slightly cloudy as he let the thought of him making out with his lover is no longer a dream, but a reality. and the best part of it? it felt so good, he didn't want to stop.
"love, hold onto me tightly." malleus instructs you, not giving you any time to respond before roughly thrusting into you at an insane speed. you could only cry as he repeatedly abuse your weak spot, making sure to overstimulate you, turning your brain mushy. he flips up your skirt, staring at the part where his dick disappears into you before reappearing again, except it turns him on even more when more of you fluids coat onto his dick - a dirty reminder to him that he was the one turning you this way.
"fuck." malleus cursed, feeling a tight knot forming in his stomach, a sign that he was about to cum. judging from the way your pussy grip onto him like a vice and desperately fluttering around it, he knows that you are close too. with a few deep final thrust, malleus pulls out, allowing his cum to squirt out into the sexual atmosphere as you orgasmed hard, fluids splashing all over his pants and dick. he rubs your back affectionately, allowing you to calm down from your high as you finally withdraw from his neck to look down at the mess that the both of you made.
his dick was still pulsing and pumping out cum as a hand reaches up to caress your cheek. you look up to see malleus's flushed face, a lazy grin adorning his face.
"it was a good study session. next time, i will cum inside you just to see the changes in your body when bearing my offspring."
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aceandersonn · 11 months
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An Awkward Situation-OneShot
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(Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader OneShot)
Readers POV
Word Count: 977
Warning(s): Swear words. Pinning, (a lot of it) and a make-out scene ;)
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“Master, are you sure we should take an elevator on a ship that is slowly plummeting towards the planet?”
Your Master, Anakin Skywalker, scoffs and turns around to face you. His well-too-known grin plastered across his face.
“I’m the Master, you're the Padawan. And besides, this is Dooku’s private elevator, so there is only enough room for-”
“One person.” you interrupt. “Which is exactly why I don’t want to go in that. I don’t want to have to breath the same air as you for like five minutes-”
“Y/n, he wouldn’t expect two jedi to come out of an elevator meant for only one person, so it’s the best option we have to get up there.”
You groan out in annoyance at his point. He was right, it is a pretty good idea. The only problem being that you have a massive crush on your Master. And sharing a small space with him might make your soul leave your body. Not giving you enough time to respond, Anakin grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you towards the lift.
He pushes a button for the lift to come up to the floor you both are currently on. When it arrives, your mouth drops to the ground at the sight. The elevator was barely big enough for even one person-let alone two to fit inside of! You gulp when you realise you truly were going to be sharing the same air as Anakin for at least five minutes.
You both began to squeeze into the small space and held your breaths as the doors slowly shut close. That’s when you realised how awkward this situation was. Anakin himself seemed to have a hard time with sharing the small space the both of you were in. Even though you weren’t facing him, you still knew by the way he breathed he wasn’t calm. You  turned around to face him and your face nearly collided with his broad chest. You blushed at this and looked up to face him with a slight pink tint to your face. Anakin looked down at you and made an unreadable facial expression, which confused you greatly. 
“I’m sorry Master,” you said with slight worry in your tone that you did something wrong.
Anakin remained unfazed and continued to stare you down with his unrecognizable gaze. Did I suddenly sprout horns or something? Why is he staring at me like I’m an unfamiliar species?
You cocked your head to the side a bit and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Are you alright?” you asked him curiously. He immediately broke his unbearing eye contact and looked up at the ceiling, his adams apple coming into view. You gulped at the sight and turned your face away from him. He truly is the best work of the Maker himself. He was drop-dead gorgeous. 
He chuckles when he notices your sudden change in demeanor. 
“You’re a lot of fun to mess around with-” He was suddenly cut off when the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the both of you went flying and landed on the floor in a pile of limbs. And of course, it just so happens you fell onto his lap. 
It took you a moment to realise that until you felt a strong hand grab a hold of your waist another went up to your chin.
“You alright, Y/n? Did you get hurt at all?” He asked with genuine concern in his voice. 
Your soul truly left your body when you noticed how much more awkward the situation had gotten. Your face turned a deep shade of red. How the fuck was he so calm with you on his lap? Or does he truly not think of me like this? 
That was until you moved your hips to get a tad bit more comfortable that he hissed at you and gripped your waist tighter.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
You looked up to meet his gaze and you noticed his eyes held a familiar glint of mischief. What the hell have you done now?
“I-I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to do that-” 
You were suddenly cut off when you felt his lips crash into yours in a passionate kiss. You of course were confused by all means. But you eventually leaned into the kiss and smiled into it slightly. You heard Anakin growl at you and you were pushed into the wall of the small lift. Your wrists were pinned above your head and Anakin got in between your legs and continued to kiss you. The more time went by, the hotter the both of you got-and the more hot you both got, the more heated the kiss became. Eventually, he stuck his tongue in you and began to fight for dominance. 
“-roger roger!” 
You and Anakin immediately disconnected from each other's lips and looked up to see a battle droid standing at the doorway.
“Hey! The Jedi are in-” Anakin raised his hand up and threw the droid into a wall on the opposite side of the lift. He slowly turned his head to face you. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his lips were a bit puffy from the heated kiss you two shared a moment ago. He smiled when you made eye contact with him.
“The lift must’ve stopped at a floor and the droids found it weird and investigated. Total party-poopers.” He chuckled.
You cringed at his choice of words and playfully slapped his hand that was still around your waist.
“But Anakin, are you not worried if the Jedi Council finds out about what just happened?” You asked with genuine worry in your voice.
“You know what, Y/n? Fuck the council and the code.” That’s when he waved his hand to shut the elevator door and your lips reconnected with his. 
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gtsdreamer2 · 5 months
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The church of Dommon was always looking for new followers. No one knew how or when the demoness was summoned, only that when she manifested on the mortal plane, a religion was formed around her. Her worshippers granted her power, and, in return, she shared a portion of her power with each follower. Those she liked more, received special blessings. Her congregation met on Saturdays, and this was the chance for her followers to bask in the presence of their god, and to hopefully receive her favor.
"My children," The demonness started, "It has been many years since I have come to this realm. As you can see, all of your love, and devotion, and worship has made me grow into this deity of a demon." She gestured to her hulking form. The demon was about twenty-five feet in height and thick from constant feasts and her lazy status. Her dark red skin shined without a blemish and her huge pendulous breasts leaked constant milk. This sweet nectar was what her followers sought after. As she grew from the worship of her flock, so did the amount of milk that she could produce. and this milk caused the drinker to in turn grow, much like the demon herself. Those who partook of the creamy gift grew stronger and more demonlike. They were looked apon faborably in this new society as well, The bigger the better.
Aimee was by far Dommon's most devout follower. She had never missed a sermon and always recieved the "Devil's blessing". Today was no different. She sat up front, blocking the view of the three seats behind her with her height and width. As of this moment in time, she was now eighteen feet in height. She had small protrusions on her back, the beginning of wings, matching the nubs on her head that would soon be horns. Her skin had begun to shine and redden, mimicking the demoness from whom she fed.
"I don't know what it is that I have done to deserve all of this worship from you all, but as I have always stated, I am humbled by my followers and it is my duty as your deity to give back what I can. Come and feed from me! I feel exceptionally bountiful this evening!" First in line, as always, was Aimee. She approached Dommon and did the ceremonial bow. Dommon in turn presented her full chest. Diving right in, Aimee latched on and began to suckle, noticing right away that the supply she was receiving was far greater than it had been the week before. 'She must have gotten some new followers.' She thought to herself between the great gulps she was taking. 'I'm going to suck this demon dry again.' Meanwhile Dommon was lost in the pleasure of being suckled by her favorite follower, far too distracted to notice how much milk Aimee was taking in and what it was doing to her.
Aimee could feel her blood pumping as her muscles pulsed larger. 'Something is happening to me.' She thought, gaining two feet of height in the span of as many minutes. Dommon's followers watched with jealousy, not daring to interrupt the ritual. She began to suck harder, trying to get as much milk as she could before suddenly switching to the other engorged tit, eliciting a forced moan from the demoness.
"Mmmph, yes my child, feed till you're full. This is my gift to you." She said, more aroused at this point than thinking about the consequences of what was happening. With a fresh supply rushing down her throat, Aimee could feel the surge resurging and accelerating as she let out her own moan. Her skin darkened another couple shades as her top ripped off of her. At the same time her pants split. Twenty-one, Twenty-two, Twenty-four, Twenty-six. Her height kept increasing. The demon was still lost in pleasure as she was suddenly smaller than her follower. As soon as Aimee surpassed Dommon in height, there was a shift in the room.
"The little winglets protruding from Aimee's back suddenly sprouted. they flapped back and forth as Aimee flexed her back. Her horns grew from nubs to great pointed antlers, proudly on display. She let out another moan as she could feel all the eyes of Dommon's followers on her. No...That wasn't right. They weren't Dommon's followers. Not anymore. She could FEEL it. Their devotion. It was pouring into her like a great waterfall.
Only now did Dommon snap out of her ritualistic trance. She could feel the power fading from her. It was surrendering itself to her previous worshipper. Dommon suddenly shrunk five feet. "What's happening to me!?" She shouted, her breasts shrinking with her and no longer producing the blessing. Aimee unlatched now and let out a powerful laugh.
"You've been usurped, that's what!" Aimee had been twenty-seven feet just from her previous god's favor, but now, all the love and devotion and worship from her new congregation was fueling her further. She grew and grew and grew while Dommon shrunk. At forty feet, the twelve foot demoness looked positively puny beneath her. "Worship me!" Aimee roared, forcing Dommon between her legs to sevice her. The weakened demoness had no choice but to obey, licking and sucking and suffocating against the massive womanhood before her. Aimee grinded herself against Dommon's face until she finished with a loud crescendo and another growth spurt, gushing all over the humiliated ex-god's face, and putting her at forty-five feet, nearly breaking out of the church. Her massive breasts now leaking the same blessing that she had previously used to ascend to goddesshood.
"Go." She commanded. "Take your seat in the pews with the rest of my followers. I need to rest." Aimee closed her eyes and dreamed about outgrowing the church...And everything else.
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prince-kallisto · 5 months
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Crowley Levan is Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband”…wouldn’t it be cool if the one who married into the Draconia family had a crown/headpiece that resembled horns, worn for ceremonies, public appearances and the like?!
We haven’t seen Levan yet but I know in my heart he’s just a silly little guy as long as you ignore The Killings 💞
I talk more about concept art and costume details below the cut!
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Levan’s headpiece is designed to have more of a live-action Maleficent feel, where she wrapped her horns in…fabric? Snakeskin? Whatever it was, it looked really shiny, oily, and really cool, so I tried to depict that texture to show how his horns are fake.
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And sort of elaborating on the Draconia crown idea, perhaps each crown from every ruler who married into the family has its own unique shape? Levan’s halo-like shape is unique to him, so ones before him perhaps had more “traditional” dragon-like horns, and others had twisting ones like a sheep, etc etc. Since I’m OBSESSED with TWSTs religious symbolism- the Dawn Knight popped off with that winged helmet- I also wanted a halo shape to make Levan look slightly angelic.
The beads on his horns were slightly inspired by the mianguan, a formal headdress worn in ancient China. He also wears nail guards covered in shiny jewels… Let him be extra ✨
Levan having wings over his eyes like the Dawn Knight would be a fun parallel, and as a reference to him being Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband.” Like I mentioned in the comic, he covers his eyes and disguises his body under bulky clothing to be publicly dramatic af 😭 he takes his title way too seriously haha. The idea is that when he isn’t around Meleanor, he sheds his mask so he can report what he sees to Meleanor. But when he is with her, he “blinds” himself as a demonstration of trust. I’m sure he can actually detect his surroundings very well despite the mask- he just likes to play around and act dumb to make Lilia and Meleanor laugh haha. I haven’t thought much about the clothes under his cape, but I imagine it’s very like Malleus’ masquerade outfit. Something very streamlined and agile in case he has to enter a sudden battle or fly into the air.
And with my concept art, he was meant to have the shoulder feathers like Crowley and Malleus! They were like pauldrons covered in feathers. But when I was working on the final piece, I spontaneously changed it to fit the sketch for something more flowing and bulky haha. In my head, this bigger cape has a more “General” vibe to it? Something that draws your attention when Levan walks into a war room! Speaking of, I really love the fantasy-vibe of the costumes in Book 7- I feel like I can really go all out with Levan’s costume if the Dawn Knight is allowed to have a helmet like that!
This was super last minute in the painting process, but I’d like the inside of his cape to have constellations and stars all over it! I tried to draw the Corvus, Crater, and Hydra on the visible parts of his cape.
I prefer painting with ink far better than acrylic or even watercolor…so doing this in mostly black and white inspired me to give Levan porcelain-like skin, shading his skin almost like he was a doll and not a person. I think about how Diablo in Sleeping Beauty was turned into stone, so it’s meant to be a bit like marble too
I imagine Levan to have long, wispy hair that resembles briars and a bit like live action Aurora from Maleficent. Its very striking how he’s repeatedly described as “beautiful,” and although short hair is very beautiful in its own right, something about his mysteriousness and beauty gives me Aurora vibes specifically. Speaking of, Book 7 seems to be more obvious with combining elements from the original Sleeping Beauty and the live action Maleficent. Perhaps Silver could be the OG Aurora, but I can still give Levan live-action Aurora’s pretty hair haha.
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When he wears his headdress and cape, he has his hair pinned up in the back. I’d like to draw my interpretation of Levan more in the future so you can see how his hair would look when it’s all down or in a ponytail. Perhaps Raven-Fae do more elaborate hairstyles that incorporates jewels/shiny things into their hair? Also, this inspiration is VERY specific haha, but if you ever read or watched Cardcaptor Sakura, Nadeshiko’s hair is very close to how I imagine his hair to be- very full and flowing! (Cardcaptor Sakura’s aesthetic snatched me up many years ago and has never let go since haha)
I don’t know, I just think it’s really cool yet ironic that Meleanor and Lilia talk about Levan as someone whose a crybaby, kind, beautiful, airheaded, but then Lilia casually drops that Levan is one of the top generals, an extremely skilled diplomat, and battled the DAWN KNIGHT and survived, when even Lilia hasn’t at that point. So I thought it would be fun if he had angelic themes in his outfit, while still making it clear that he’s dangerous.
Whoops this got pretty long! ∑(゚Д゚) Haha, I think I like sharing my designs- not for the art it self but just to ramble about my entire thought process/inspiration/details! Although I try to get better at depicted all these ideas through the art itself, I can’t help but want to talk about it haha
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to-the-stars8 · 6 months
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Learning To Love Slowly
Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3
60- Propositions and Bad Dreams
“Babe,” You said groggily, gently pushing at Jason’s shoulder to wake him. He grumbled something but didn’t move. You had woken up to him tossing and turning, his breathing so heavy that it shook the bed a bit. “Babe—Jason. You’re dreaming. You need to wake up.”
He woke with a start, eyes darting all around the room before settling on you. Only then did he let out a relieved breath and whatever he had been terrorizing him seemed to vanish as he slumped back against the pillows. Scooting closer, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His arm was slung over his face as he took deep, even breaths. 
You wanted to reach over and rub circles over his chest but knew he was more than likely on edge. “Hey,” You cooed. “You okay?”
“No, no,” Jason sounded a bit annoyed. “I’m not fucking okay.”
You tried not to get annoyed with his snappy tone by reasoning it was just him being sleep-deprived and still reeling from his nightmare. With a sigh, you scooted to lie down again but kept your eyes on him. Jason gulped, Adam’s apple moving with the motion, and he took a deep breath before suddenly getting up. You wanted to ask where he was going but stopped short, thinking it might annoy him. 
Jason disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard the sound of the faucet turning on, not entirely sure if it was the sink or the bathtub. After a second, he emerged with a wet face and guilty eyes. 
Before you could comfort him, he said, “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that, even if I was stressed.”
“Oh,” You said, surprised. It took you a second to think of how to respond. “I appreciate your apology, thank you. You just had a nightmare, so I wasn’t too worried about it. For now, come lay with me.”
Relief hit Jason like a tidal wave and he practically jumped into bed with you. He pulled you to him, leaning down a bit to kiss the top of your head. Not saying anything, the two of you sat in the quietness of his apartment, listening to the sounds of the city outside. It was a Friday night, so the city was still awake, bustling with noises of car horns and the thumping club music from right around the corner. There was just enough light coming in through the crack of the window shade that, when you looked up at Jason, you could see beads of sweat on his brow. He must have been still reeling from that dream. 
“Do,” You paused, thinning your lips before finally asking, “Do you want to talk about it?” 
Jason was immediately shaking his head. “Not tonight, baby. I…I need to forget about it for now.” 
“Well, let me know if you need help forgetting.”
Jason cracked a little smirk. “Is that a proposition for sex?”
You giggled, smacking his chest. “No!” You paused, thinking it over. “Not initially.” 
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coffeeghoulie · 4 months
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soft sleepy mountrain ahead:
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Mountain wakes before the sun, as he always does. He smiles, not quite awake yet, as he feels the familiar weight of Rain sprawled over him. Rain's normally cool skin is warm with their shared body heat, covered comfortably in their blankets, their legs and tails tangled together.
Even though he knows he has duties to attend to (the greenhouse won't take care of itself, as much as he wishes it could sometimes), Mountain can't help himself but hold Rain closer, careful not to disturb his mate. It's just so warm, here in the safety of their nest.
He stares, eyes tracking over each silver freckle spattered over the water ghoul's powder blue skin, the way his long, dark eyelashes rest over his cheek. Rain's nose twitches, nuzzling closer into Mountain's warmth. Winter's coming, and it takes its toll on the two of them, the cold bringing out their aches and pains.
Mountain reaches for his phone with the arm not holding Rain to his chest, checks the time. He has half an hour before his alarm goes off and he has to get up, and he's going to treasure every second until he has to disturb Rain's peaceful sleep. Besides, their bed is soft and warm, and Mountain knows that the moment he steps out of bed, the cold air will sink into his bones.
He watches, eyes heavy with sleep, as the trails of sunlight pouring through the crack in their curtains cast Rain in golden light, freckles shimmering like scales. Rain's gills flutter, soft exhales of breath tickling against Mountain's skin, timed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
"How did I get so lucky, tadpole?" Mountain whispers, pushing a strand of blue black hair off of Rain's forehead with the blunt edge of his claw, tucking it behind his finned ear. Rain's ear twitches, and Mountain freezes as Rain stirs, grumbling before burying his freezing nose in the crook of his neck, searching for warmth.
Mountain, to his credit, barely winces as Rain shoves his cold nose into his neck. Instead, he brings a giant hand up to cup the back of Rain's skull, carding into the sleep-mussed waves. He hums softly, rubbing his cheek against one of Rain's seaglass horns, glinting in the ribbons of sunlight.
"Mount," Rain mumbles, nuzzling into Mountain's throat. Even half-asleep, he's careful to keep the sharp point of his horns from his skin. "S'early."
"I know, tadpole," Mountain says, kissing the crown of his head, inhaling his seasalt and lavender scent. "I don't have to head out quite yet, wanted to stay and look at you."
He can feel more than see Rain's blush as his cheeks heat. He has the exact shade of lilac memorized, and privately, thinks it's the prettiest color Top Side.
"You're a sap, Mount," Rain says, muffled into Mountain's skin. He purrs, turning to rub his cheek against Mountain's stubble.
"And yet you're still in my bed, Rainy," Mountain says, purring happily, a deep rumble like a rockslide.
"S'my favorite place when it's cold," Rain says, eyes stubbornly closed.
"You don't prefer Dew's nest, that little space heater?" Mountain teases, still combing through Rain's waves. Rain snorts, finally cracking open his pretty cerulean eyes. He raises an eyebrow, playful irritation peaking through the haze of sleep.
"You know I love Dew," Rain says, staring fondly at Mountain's sleep-warm face. "But this is ours. I like what we have, I like waking up in your arms." He reaches up, lazily running a finger along the line of Mountain's cheek, just above the edge of his stubble.
Mountain smiles, and Rain can't help but return it, finger moving to trace over his smile lines, deep along his lips. "I like this too, darling. Wouldn't trade it for the world."
They bask in each other's company, drifting slowly in and out of sleep, until Mountain's alarm sounds, shrill and harsh. Both of them startle, Mountain jolting upright. Rain laughs as Mountain drags him up, still holding him to his chest.
"Time for work?" Rain chuckles, yawning and stretching, and Mountain gets a good look at Rain's sharp, serrated teeth.
"Greenhouse's waiting," Mountain breathes, fighting his own yawn. He's supposed to be a morning ghoul, Lucifer damn it. "Chores have gotta get done."
Rain smiles, rubbing the side of his face against Mountain's chest. "I know, sunflower. I'll have tea ready when you get back," he tempts, even as he groans at the idea of getting out of bed.
Mountain hums, leaning down and kissing between Rain's horns. "You promise, tadpole? I'll take you up on that."
Rain chirps, extricating himself from his mate's arms, pushing him to his feet. Mountain hisses as his bare feet touch the cold floor, but stands anyways. "Go get your chores done. I'll be waiting."
Mountain turns, hand moving to cup Rain's cheek. He draws his face up, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips that lingers. Rain grins at him, and despite the cold, Mountain finds himself ready to face a new dawn.
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bestpigeon · 1 month
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AlastorxFemale Reader 2
Alastor x female reader
Reader is a fallen angel who has been openly welcomed onto Charlie's, Hazbin Hotel. She grows close to Alastor, too close.
Warnings: swearing, kissing
Word count: 1200
Part 1! Part 2!
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I awake in the morning. It's been around a few weeks since the first day in the Hazbin Hotel, and can I say that it's been a delight. Everyone's been so welcoming, I'm actually enjoying this more than I'd thought. Hell isn't too bad. I mean, sure, it's hell but..I have people down here who respect me.
I've actually figured out something about myself, too. In heaven, I was known as a powerful angel, I'm a fallen angel now, but I have some demonic qualities. I've developed horns. I'm actuslly thankful though, it creates less suspicion. My powerful aura has turned a deeper shade of yellow, too.
I haven't equipt my wings yet either. If I keep them hidden, they heal quicker. Plus, I wouldn't want to get caught either.
Charlie suddenly bursts through my door and stares at me. I jump and panic. "HOLY SHIT-" I froze until I realised who it was, and I calmed down. "Jesus Charlie ylu scared the fuck out of me." I say as I rub the back of my neck.
"Oh! Sorry!" She giggles before shutting the door. "The horns seem new? Cool. Also you joining us for the activities?" She says as she stands in front of me with a huge smile. "Activities?" I question confused.
"Just friendly activities to get to know each other!" She says with a sly smirk. I know her game. I chuckle before nodding. "Sure couldn't hurt?" I say as she quickly grabs my hand and basically drags me downstairs. I wave at everyone as she goes to explain the activity.
She explains the activity. You pull a name from a hat, and you have to talk about feelings with them? That's..such a weird activities. Angel dust pulls a name and gets Vaggie. He seems disappointed. Husker gets Charlie leaving me and Alastor. Alastor smiles widley at me.
"Why don't we go on a walk, fellow demon?" He says as he approaches me. I smile up at him. I could already feel Charlie's smirk. I nod happily. "Sure, Al, lead the way," I say with a bright smile.
Alastor and I walk outside of the hotel side by side. He both agree not to talk about feelings and decide to get to know each other.
"So my friend, how long have you been in hell?" He asks. I internally shit myself. Luckily, I acted cool. "I'd prefer not to say.. I mean, not like indont trust you!" I just don't tell people that stuff. Sorry!" I say, hoping he wouldn't get suspicious. He squints slightly at me before nodding. "Understandable. I am neither fond of spilling personal information about myself."
I nod with a smile. Damn I'm good at lying. How the fuck did I get into heaven anyways? I don't know anymore. "So, Al, what madd you visit the hotel?" I say. I was curious. Charlie told me a little about the hotel, so I know it's about redemption. I doubt Alastor is up to be redeemed.
"Ah, well, I'm simply just interested in helping Charlie with her dreams! I have no intention to be redeemed." He says with a huge smile. I could hear the radio static in his voice. "What about you? How did Charlie find someone as beautiful as you to come to the hotel hm?" He says. How charming. I feel my face go slightly red.
"How nice of you, and well I was simply wondering the street, and she approached me. I didn't really have a place to stay, so she offered it to me for free." I say. Once again I'm a fucking good at lying.
"She truly is a charm! She's such a nice girl." He says as he praises Charlie. He wasn't wrong. I both nod and hum in agreement. We both stop walking before he turns to me. "Care to have a drink?" He says as he moves one of his hands to grab mine. I smile lightly. "Of course, how could I say no?" I never would have thought, Alastor would have been so damn charming.
He continues to hold me hand before leading me to a bar. He seemed to be quite known around these parts because he got given a VIP area for free. We sit down in front of each other. Still holding hands.
"So, what's this then Al hm? Some sort of date?" I say teasingly. It basically should be at this point. From my surprise, I see Alastors face go a little red. I smile warmly at that and tilt my head while making full eye contact with him.
"If you're uncomfortable with that, then it's simply simply just two friends!" He says as him smile shortens. I chuckle softly before speaking. "I wouldn't mind if it was a date at all. It would be nice, actually." I say, smiling widly. I see his smile extend. "Well, let's call it a date!" He says with his charming smile. His voice was soft.
We order drinks and talk for a while. We talk about ourselves, and I avoid some questions about things that could get me caught. He didn't seem to notice luckily. He made a move and decided to put next to me instead. He slides one of his arms on my shoulder, so I close to him. We talked for a while.
We were laughing at a joke about Vox. He sounds pathetic. Apparently, he's his arch enemy or something. He then grabbed my chin and left a small peck on my lips. I smile and try to ignore the blush on my face. I chuckle before returning him with kisses too: mouth, cheek, forbead, nose. We've gotten quite close recently.
He chuckles at that, and I notice his smile seems genuine. More genuine than normal. I kiss his lips, and he returns the kiss. We make out for a while until I move away and move my hand to play with his hair.
"Where have yoy been my whole afterlife, Y/N. Why haven't I met you before?" He questions. I keep a smile on my face. He was asking..weird questions, and I didn't want to get caught. "Not sure! But I'm glad I've met you now." I say as I snuggle against his chest. He chuckles and nods.
"It's getting quite late, my fellow demon. We should go back to the hotel, Charlie might be worried." He says as he stands up. I nod in agreement and go to stand up before I get wiped off the seat. "Woah!-" I say as Alastor bridal carries me out the bar. I chuckle "Al I have legs, y'know." I say as I go to wiggle out of his hold. It's not like I didn't want him to carry me.
"I'm aware, Y/N. It's for my own pleasure." He says as he refuses to put me down. I chuckle and lean into his hold. Soon after that, I fell asleep. Alastor could have teleported to the hotel. But chose to carry me anyway. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought, Charlie said not to trust him. But I just can't help myself, I've fallen for him.
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monster-disaster · 8 months
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[succubus] Irina
succubus!Irina x human!Reader Good to know: cheating, but it doesn't really feel like cheating because it's mostly porn
Summary: Irina helps you relax when you visit her because of your wedding dress.
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The location. A plan B if it rains. The guests. The seating plan. Three versions of them. Your aunties are as far away from each other as possible. The bridesmaids and their dresses. Something not ridiculous. The food and the drinks. Vegan too. The cake. White with chocolate filling. The music. The decorations. Flowers. And even more flowers.
and, and, and
And your wedding dress. A white one with lace details and a bit of shine. A strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and A-line silhouette. The length is long but not that long. It has to highlight everything you love about yourself and hide anything else. And a veil. You already have one. It was your mother's and grandmother's and so on. A family tradition.
Everything else can wait one day. Your shoes. The jewelry. Your makeup and your hair. Your nails. And the things that can go wrong on the big day.
The back of your head already throbs when you step into the shop. The familiar pain pulls your brows into a frown and your lips into a grimace. Your fingers around the strap of your bag tighten. The door behind you closes with a thud, muffling out the noises of the city.
"Long week?" The question comes from the other side of the shop. "Long months," you correct her with a heavy sigh.
Your gaze settles on the woman. Her deep, cherry-red skin stands out among the soft and light colors of the dresses around her. Her black hair is pulled into a neat bun at the top of her head, between the horns that are spiraling upwards. They are a few shades darker than her skin.
"They say marriage is easier than planning a wedding," she says. "I don't believe them." You laugh. "I don't either." As you get closer, you let your bag fall on the couch in front of the huge mirror that hides the back of the shop. "Come," Irina says with a wave of her hand. "Your dress is ready." "Great," you sigh again, following her obediently to help you into the dress. "If I gained weight, I will cry." The succubus laughs. The sound is deep and sultry. "Don't worry," Irina replies. "I have tissues and a few bottles of champagne."
Irina helps you with the dress, adjusting the soft fabric around you until it feels like a second skin on your upper body. It pushes up your chest and highlights the curve of your waist. The skirt falls around your legs in soft pleats.
"How does it feel?" She asks. "I can change a few things if you want to." Your hands smooth down on the skirt around your waist. "It feels okay." "Do you want to see yourself?" After you nod, she grabs the back of your skirt to help you go out to the mirror. Your gaze lands on your own reflection immediately. The shiny details around your waist glint under the bright lights. The lace is just enough to make the dress more special, but you don't feel like a kitschy meringue in it. "What is it?" Irina asks after a few seconds while you stare at yourself silently. "What's wrong?" You shake your head. "Nothing," you reply. "Nothing is wrong. The dress is perfect." "Then?" "I'm just so tired," you tell her, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before your attention turns back to the mirror again. "But it's really perfect, Irina. I love it." "You look beautiful." A smile tugs on your lips. "I am," you reply, grinning. "My tits never looked better." Her laugh sends shivers down your spine. It vibrates through your body and stops between your legs. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs at the sudden feeling. "That's true," she agrees. Her gaze is heavy on your cleavage. "I have a necklace you could try on." Not finding your voice, you nod, watching her disappear and come back a moment later with a flat box in her hands. When the box opens, your eyes widen. "Oh." The necklace is beautiful with white and silver colors. "Should I?" She asks, and you nod again.
When Irina steps behind you, the air changes within a moment. You don't even recognize it at first. You are too busy watching the necklace falling on your chest, following the slope of your cleavage. The glinting of the small diamonds matches your dress. Irina's fingers are warm on the back of your neck. Her long fingers graze your skin.
"It really looks good on you," she says, stepping closer. One of her hands lands on your waist while the other one slips in front of you, playing with the necklace on your chest. The feeling of her nails surges goosebumps all around your body. Your lips open, but no sound escapes your throat.
The succubus feels everything you go through. Your scent is heavy in the air, filling her senses with desire and need. You are sweet and seductive. Her chest raises with a deep breath. "Gods, Anne," she groans. "You smell…" You can feel her nose running across the curve of your neck and shoulder. "Irina," you groan, closing your eyes. Every nerve in your body is on edge. Your skin is sensitive. Her touch burns and makes you forget everything else. It's just you and her in the shop. You look like a princess in your wedding dress while she is the temptation herself. And you don't remember how to say no to her.
"You are so tense," she states, massaging your shoulder for a few seconds. You can feel your muscles melting under her hands. Your posture relaxes, and you almost fall back against her body. "Let me help you," Irina says next to your ear. Her voice is quiet and sultry. Heat spreads across your cheeks, going down on your chest. Your desire for her throbs in the air. The succubus feeds on everything you give her. "Please," your answer is airy and pleading. Your eyes are still closed, so you don't see the woman's lazy smile as she watches your pair in the mirror.
For a few seconds, nothing happens. The only things you can hear in the quiet shop are the rapid beating of your heart and your ragged breathing. Irina's finger runs up and down on the slope of your cleavage, disappearing under the neckline of your dress and coming back to your collarbone. Your whole body buzzes under her soft touch.
Then you hear the sound of the zipper, and the dress around you loosens. Your chest heaves as you take a deep breath. "Was it too tight?" Irina asks, her palms on your arms, moving up and down on your soft skin. "No," you shake your head, opening your eyes. "The dress is perfect, Irina," you tell her again. "I couldn't imagine anything better." A proud smile flashes on her face before her attention turns back to the reflection of the two of you. Her expression changes, and all of a sudden, you feel like prey. Irina's eyes glint with something that scares and excites you at the same time. Anticipation stretches in your chest. "I couldn't either," she hums, tugging on the dress easily until it pools around your legs, leaving you just in your panties. The necklace still shines on your chest. Her eyes rake over your body, pausing on your breasts and between your legs. Another quick tug and the small fabric hiding your center from her hungry eyes follow the path of your dress too. "Gods," she groans. "You are so pretty." "Irina," you whisper her name, letting your head fall to the side to give her more space on your neck. Her lips brush over every sensitive spot that makes you shiver. "So delicious," she groans. The sound trembles inside you. Your thighs clench for some friction. The succubus slips her arms under yours, palming your sides until she reaches your breasts. She gropes your chest, playing with the weight of your tits. Your hard nipples peek out between her fingers. Her hold tightens around them. "Fuck" you cry helplessly when she tugs on your nipples, and you can feel it in your pussy. The apex of your thighs glints with your juices. Your panties are soaked. Totally ruined. "So soft," she says. "I could eat you up, Anne." "Do it," you tell her. "Please, Irina." Her smile is smug and satisfied. The air is hot and sweet around you. She can almost feel your taste on the tip of her tongue. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She asks. One of her hands smooths down on your stomach. Your legs open up on their own. "Yes," you reply, watching her fingers disappear between your thighs. Her touch is a shock to your system. It strikes through your body. "Yesyesyes." Your head falls back on her shoulder. Your eyelids feel heavy as you watch the mirror. Your wetness coats her fingers as her fingertips slide through your folds, opening you up and grazing your clit. Your hips jerk, begging for more.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you shouldn't do this. In a few weeks, you will be married to someone else. You will be a wife. You should stop and leave. It was not in your plans for today.
Irina's finger finds your entrance. Teasing and torturing you.
But how could you stop? Your mind is hazy and empty. The only thing that reaches you through the fog is her spicy scent, her burning touch, and the small kisses on your neck.
"So hot, Anne," she breathes on your skin. "You burn my fingers." "I'm sorry." She laughs. "Don't. I love it. I want to put my tongue here." Her fingers pull back to your clit, drawing small circles on the sensitive bud. "I want to taste you here." She slides lower, spreading your wetness on your skin even more. "And fuck you with my tongue here." The only thing that keeps you on your feet is her arm around your torso. She thrusts two of her fingers into you. Pain and pleasure rush through your veins. The muscles in your abdomen jerk, and you almost fall forward at the force. Your cry fills the shop. Your nails dig into the red skin of her arm. You can feel her muscles under your hold. "Fuck," you groan. "Irina!" "Cum, Anne," she demands impatiently. She fucks you with her fingers. "Soak my fingers!"
Your orgasm crushes you. Tears run down your cheeks, and you can feel Irina's tongue as she licks up the salty drops.
You feed her with every cry and moan that leaves your lips. Power gathers in Irina's body, tensing her muscles and throbbing in her cunt.
"Good girl," she hums. "Are you ready for more?"
You shouldn't. You should stop. Run and forget it ever happened.
You nod. "Please." Even though you cum not even a few minutes ago, you feel even more needy. Hunger burns your insides, demanding you to do something. To beg. To cry. "Are you sure you are not a succubus?" The woman laughs, walking in front of you. Her hands go to your breasts again, caressing the soft skin and grazing your nipples with her nails. Your hand slides to the back of her head. You want to pull her closer, pushing your chest to her face. Your back arches. "So demanding," Irina smirks but gives in to your needs. Her lush lips close around your nipple, flicking the hard peak with her tongue. "Oh, god," you groan. Hollowing her cheeks, Irina starts to suck. She coats your skin with saliva. It makes your skin tingle. Tears gather in your eyes again at the feeling. "What's happening?" You ask her, shocked. "One of the perks of being with a succubus," she grins, letting go of your breast with a quiet pop. "It's amazing," you tell her. Your nipples are still sensitive and tingling. "Just wait and see," she says, dropping to her knees in front of you. Your breath quickens at the view. Her horns almost reach your breasts, her eyes shine, and her lips are swollen. From this angle, you can see the woman's breasts through the neckline of her shirt. "Spread your legs more," Irina says, pulling on your thighs. Her gaze is heavy on your wet folds. You can feel yourself gushing around nothing. Your walls still flutter because of your orgasm not long ago. "Good girl." Her praise is muffled by your pussy.
Irina doesn't hold back anymore. The sight of your wet folds clouds her thoughts. Your scent and taste push her higher and higher.
Not wasting any second, her lips find your clit instantly. The impatient flicks and licks of her tongue send a shock through your body. You moan at the feeling, grinding your hips down on her face with a new-found elan. You chase your orgasm with barely any thoughts in your mind. She sucks on your clit, feasting on your desire and juices. Her chin is coated with your wetness. It glints under the lights. You can feel the effect of her saliva. You become even more sensitive, and the tingling feeling between your thighs radiates all over your body. "Oh, fuck," you groan. "Fuck, Irina!" Your hands snap up, grabbing her horns when you lose your balance for a second. The pull strikes between Irina's legs, ruining her panties even more. Shivers wreck her body, making her bite on your clit a bit harder. The sucking feeling on your sensitive bud and the searing pain send you into another world. Black dots dance in front of your eyes, your muscles twitch with every contract of your lower stomach. Tears continue to run down your cheeks. Your cry is hoarse and powerless. "Ohmygod," you chant. "Ohmygod!"
When Irina stands up, she doesn't move away from you. She keeps you close while you wait to feel your legs again. "Good girl," she praises. "You taste so good, Anne. I'm so full of you." You mewl at her words, not finding your voice yet. Irina really feels satisfied. You fed her full. "I think I could make a few adjustments on your dress," she says. You can hear the meaning of her suggestion. And god, you want her again. "What do you say?" "Yes," you croak out. "I think it's a great idea."
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“You’ve changed,” Carol pops her gum, every snake on her head is turned and glaring at Steve.
“Yeah,” he replies stoically, “yeah, I have.”
Carol rolls her eyes at him, “so what? That’s it? One summer and you’re too good for me now-”
It’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes. He’s aware that Robin has come up to stand next to him, their knuckles brush together and Carol obviously catches it, raising an eyebrow, “Really? You’re fucking Buckley?” She hisses at him, all her snakes weaving gently like they’re waiting for the strike, laser focused on Steve.
It ruffles his feathers, he can’t help that, but he keeps his expression neutral, “yeah, well, what I do doesn’t concern you.”
She hisses again, an actual hiss, forked tongue and fang making an appearance before she stomps off, no doubt to find Tommy. Rob moves closer, pressed together fingers to shoulder, she tilts her head so that her snakes can greet him. They nose Steve’s cheek gently at first, uncertain, before Steve nuzzles them and then they all join in, Steve’s face being licked by dozens of happy tongues. Robin giggles, “dingus.”
All of Robin’s snakes sit low, relaxed, all lovely shades of copper and bronze, just like the scales that decorate her cheekbones and eyebrows. Carol’s are venomous green and always look like they’re hunting for prey.
Steve looks down; she’s done something to the scales, glitter, or something, but it looks pretty. Steve before wouldn’t know how to do this; how to give a simple honest compliment to a friend. Old Steve only said things that were shitty, just to make him feel better about himself, “looks nice, the,” Steve gestures vaguely to the space next to his own eyes, where white downy feathers lie flat to his skin, “shiny. I like it.”
Robin grins up at him, “we could do you, silver would look good?”
“Nah,” Steve looks around again, “I’d never get it out of- hey is that Munson?” Steve asks, frowning as he watches the guy clop along, hooves poking out from the ends of his ragged jeans. It’s Munson, Steve already knows, obviously, but he looks really different, “his horns are in,” Steve realises.
“Yeah,” Robin agrees sadly.
It takes a second for Steve to put it together, “oh shit, Chrissy.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t realise they were so close...were they..?”
Robin shakes her head, “just really good friends. Her family...they wouldn’t let him go to the funeral.”
“Well...shit,” because that is shit. He knew Chrissy and Munson used to hang out all the time, didn’t know if they were a thing or whatever; didn’t care then. That was before this summer and Robin at Scoops and the shit with Max and her brother and the fall of king Steve. He knows the kids know Munson; knows they really like him. It’s not fair that Chrissy’s family wouldn’t let him go, just because of what he is. Just because he lives in the trailer park with the rest of the Demons.
He sits with the kids at lunch, just ignores all the looks he gets. He doesn’t need to do much, just sits and eats and listens as the kids prattle on about nerd shit. When Munson comes in, shoulders slumped and picking up a tray to join the line, Steve’s eyes are drawn to him. Dustin spots him too, the kid looks sympathetic, but his tail’s wagging away at the sight of his friend, “gonna’ go say hi to Eddie,” Dustin slides off the bench, ears pricked in Eddie’s direction.
Unfortunately he walks straight into Tommy Hagan, “watch it pup,” Tommy snorts, sets his ridiculously wide shoulders and lowers his horns as he pushes Dustin hard enough he stumbles a few steps.
Steve wants to rip the ring right out of his nose, he gets up, wings spreading and white feathers fluffing in a threat display. No one fucks with the kids. Dustin whines out a little puppy growl, “fuck off Hagan.”
“Watch your fucking mouth <i>dog,”</i> Tommy tries to push him again, but Steve gets in the way, shoving Tommy so hard he nearly goes over.
Steve’s vaguely aware that he’s pissed enough that the light around his head is brighter than usual, and he’s glad when Tommy struggles to look at him, blinking at the glare, “fuck this, whatever.”
“Thanks Steve,” Dustin says, before loping off to go and stand with Eddie. Turns out Eddie was watching the entire thing, and his and Steve’s eyes briefly meet, Eddie’s slitted pupils contracted against the light, but he doesn’t look away until Dustin tugs at his jacket.
Steve sits again, curious now, “Max?” she looks at him as she’s ripping into beef jerky with her fangs, he indicates the tiny baby horns sticking from high up on her forehead, “they grow in when something bad happens, right?”
She swallows a huge piece of meat in one go, “not necessarily bad...just, you know. Enough to change you. I hope I’m fucking angry when mine happens.”
“Yeah?”
She hums, gnawing on the meat, “makes em spikey.”
Steve looks at Eddie, his horns curl back and down, like a ram, all smooth and dark, almost containing his fluffy curls, “and what do Eddie’s mean?”
Max looks over, then looks back, shrugging, “grief, I guess.”
Eddie’s sitting alone a week later, and Steve feels like he has to check in with the guy, at least, “I’m just going to say hi to Munson.” Robin smiles up at him, squeezing his fingers, “what?”
“You’re just...that’s a good thing, I’m proud of you Steve.”
He rolls his eyes to hide how that has made him feel, tickling the chins of a couple of her snakes and making her giggle as a distraction before he heads over. Eddie’s got a book open on the table and he’s scribbling in a notebook, “Dungeons and Dragons, right?”
Eddie blinks up at him, “how the fuck do you know that?”
Steve takes it as enough of an invitation to at least perch on the opposite bench, “I do listen when the kids talk. Sometimes.”
It gets a little half smile out of Munson, a fang poking out that’s kind of attractive. His pupils are black slits, but the iris is a lovely, honey brown. There’s flames moving in the depths, shifting shades of brown. The whole thing is kind of attractive, Steve can’t help but notice. Eddie seems to have suddenly grown into himself over the summer. His wings look bigger too; stronger, dark black and leathery, folded neatly against his back.
Steve can feel his own wings tipping, feathers fluffing. He can see them moving out of the corner of his eye, wing joints dipping low and wing tips fluttering, and can’t help but look betrayed by them.
Eddie’s wings spread in answer, large, joint tips held high. Dominant.
Well, shit.
Somewhere far away, Steve is very vaguely aware of Robin producing a wolf whistle and then Dustin’s puppy howl joining in.
He wants the ground to open up and swallow him when Eddie raises an eyebrow, “something you want, sweetheart?” His fangs flash.
Steve figures he’s all in, he can’t hide what his body apparently wants, and half the school has probably seen this little display, “are you, you know, doing anything later?”
“Yeah,” Eddie leans closer over the table, resting on his elbows, “hopefully I’ll be <i>doing</i> something alright.”
“Come over. Six ish,” Steve manages to get out before he flees for his life.
Eddie has him pinned to the door and is kissing the life out of him before Steve really registers what’s happening. Eddie’s a bitey kisser, and it’s all Steve can do to keep up. Eddie grips both Steve’s wrists in one hand, pins them above his head and Steve just...melts. Lets Eddie have it, the control, the everything. Eddie grabs a handful of Steve’s feathers and tugs...ever so gently. It’s enough to summon a moan of pleasure from Steve.
“Bed,” Eddie growls against his mouth, fangs pressing to Steve’s plush lip without splitting skin, “please, tell me we’re going to bed.”
Steve nods frantically, and Eddie gets the memo and lets him go, following as Steve takes the stairs two at a time.
Eddie’s skin is pale and dotted with tattoos. The happy trail from his tummy button is soft brown fur, it spreads out to his hips, his goat legs ending in shiny black cloven hooves. The leaking, red head of his penis is starting to emerge from it’s furred sheath. Below it, Eddie’s ridiculously large balls hang heavy; it makes Steve’s mouth water. Steve is delighted to find Eddie had a tiny little wisp of a tail; it’s barely long enough to cover the tight pucker of Eddie’s asshole, and it wags, brushing against Steve’s fingers, as Steve investigates the tight ring of muscle with a dry fingertip.
It wags faster when Steve starts to rub gentle circles. Eddie tolerates Steve’s touches for a moment before spreading his wings and manhandling Steve onto the bed. Steve has to spread his wings to they don’t get smushed under him, and he lands with a happy, “oof.”
Eddie’s on him immediately, kissing and licking and sucking at every square inch of bare skin. He works his way down, kneeling on the floor and hooking Steve’s thighs with his arms before dragging him down the bed. Steve’s thighs land on Eddie’s shoulders and before Steve knows it, his ass is being lifted, cupped in Eddie’s hands, as Eddie spreads him and finds Steve’s hole with his mouth.
Steve cries out in pleasure, Eddie’s tongue is sinuous and broad and he works it into Steve’s hole, licking and moaning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, and Steve can’t help but look down his own body to watch, some of Eddie’s face obscured by Steve’s own erection. There’s the soft noise of Steve’s wings shifting, and Steve white knuckle grips the covers, fighting the urge to just straight up fuck himself down onto Eddie’s tongue.
Eddie’s ridiculously long, talented tongue.
“I want to hold your horns while I ride you.”
Eddie’s eyes blink open, and he pulls back, smirking, “that can most definitely be arranged.”
Steve shifts, giving Eddie space to get on the bed, Steve climbing over him before he even really settles. Eddie fur is soft on Steve’s thighs, and the curve of his goat legs means Steve has an extra comfy dip to sit in.
Eddie’s bare cock is hard and leaking everywhere, the skin red and shiny and flush, his sheath completely rolled down now, a little furry pouch at the base. If they get the chance to do this again, Steve wants to nuzzle those heavy looking balls.
Eddie grips him by the hips, his wings come up too, the joints resting against Steve’s ribs for extra stability. Steve flares his own wings for balance, pleased when Eddie’s eyes flick across to drink in the snowy white feathers. Steve slips a hand between his thighs, gentle where he holds Eddie’s turgid flesh, and slowly eases his body down. He’s wet and messy and open from Eddie’s tongue, and the pointed shape slips in easy enough. Eddie’s big though, big enough that the stretch burns a little, quickly soothed by the copious amounts of pre come Eddie is leaking.
“Okay,” Eddie breaths, “not even so much a question. His fingertips are digging into Steve’s flesh from the effort of holding still, so Steve puts them both out of there misery and starts to rock, leaning forward a little to grip Eddie’s horns, pinning him to the bed.
The soft tickle of Eddie’s fur against Steve’s ass is wonderful, the feel of wing leathery wing wrapping tight to Steve is even better. Steve’s wings curve down to lay over Eddie’s without his permission, and Steve catches Eddie staring at where the white feathers sit next to the black skin.
Eddie likes it.
Steve likes it too.
Eddie reaches down, wrapping a hand around Steve’s dripping cock, giving Steve something to fuck into as he rocks up and down. If Eddie minds Steve using his horns for leverage, he doesn’t show it. At all.
Steve pulls a hand up, slaps it over Eddie’s eyes, “I’m close. It’ll get bright, I- I- Eddie. Eddie I’m gonna’ come-”
Eddie pulls Steve’s hand away, “I can take it,” he says, breathless, something big tugging at Steve’s rim, more pressure trying to push inside, Steve wants it, knows it’ll make him come.
The pressure breaks, slips past Steve’s rim with a pop, Steve is suddenly so full, so stretched, the room is bathed in bright light but Eddie watches him anyway, slit pupils made paper thin to stave off any damage. His mouth hangs open, forked tongue and fangs on display.
Steve’s come paints Eddie’s stomach as his orgasm pulses through him, ass grinding into the soft fur in the cradle of Eddie’s hips. He can feel wave after wave of heat as Eddie comes inside him; it feels endless.
Steve is panting and sweaty as they come down from it together, Eddie fingers skating carefully across Steve’s skin, shifts to his wings to pet his feathers, when Steve tries to shift though, Eddie freezes, eyes wide with shock...and then pleasure as he ruts upward uncontrollably, movements sloppy, Steve can feel the hot pulse of more come inside him.
Steve too; he can’t move, Eddie’s cock lodged inside him.
“What is that?”
Eddie frowns now, and then he looks away, suddenly very uncomfortable. Steve doesn’t like that look on Eddie’s face, “I think I’ve knotted you,” he mumbles.
Steve’s not even sure what that is, “how long does it last?”
“I, ah, don’t know, it’s never happened before.”
Steve wriggles his hips, enjoying the tug of Eddie’s knot at his rim, likes the hot splash in his gut as Eddie ruts helplessly, coming again, skin flushed pink and eyes sliding closed with a moan of pure bliss.
“Never?”
“No,” Eddie pants out, blinking up at Steve once he gets himself under control again, “it, it only happens when we find out mates,” Eddie breaths the words out all together, and his eyes slide away, like he’s embarrassed.
Steve tugs him back by the curve of his horn, makes him look at Steve, “you think my wings bow to just anyone?”
Eddie looks thrilled when he realises what Steve must mean, smile big and happy before it collapses back into itself, “but surely you, I mean, what about another Angel? What about...you know, a real life? A family?”
“What, you think a life with you wouldn’t be a real one-?”
“You know what I mean-” Eddie hisses as his half deflated knot suddenly slips free. Steve groans, and is very, very fucking aware of the flood of come that drips right back out of him.
“We can have kids, if you want them.”
Eddie swallows, he doesn’t seem a jot bothered by the small lake of bodily fluids that must be soaking into the fur of his crotch and thighs, “adoption, or something?”
Steve nods, “if you want to. But I am an angel. I’m a literal vessel Eddie. If you want babies, I can carry them.”
Eddie blinks up at him, slitted pupils turning wide with surprise as he looks up at Steve, “I didn’t know that, thought you guys were vessels for, holy light, or something,” Eddie’s eyes are filled with fire. Not gold, like Steve’s, but a shimmer in his natural brown, hidden until you know where to look. It’s beautiful.
Steve nods, “we don’t even have to have sex, it’s just a little bit of my soul, a little bit of yours-”
“I don’t-” Eddie looks away, again, swallows thickly, “I don’t have one.”
Steve has to pull him back again, gently, this time, a soft touch to Eddie’s cheek until he finally looks back up at Steve through his lashes, “is that what they tell you?”
Eddie nods, Steve shakes his head.
“It’s not true baby, you have one, I see it, burning bright.”
Eddie smiles, clearly pleased, rolling them so they can snuggle together, their wings hanging off either side of the bed. They kiss. Soft and slow, the very tinniest hint of Eddie’s fangs. Steve loves the brush of Eddie’s fur against his legs.
“Your light...that thing go away when you’re sleeping?”
Steve laughs, “nope.”
Eddie sighs, “you’re the big spoon then, no way in Hell I’ll be sleeping with that nonsense shining right in my face.”
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creeps-and-creatures · 9 months
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Minotaur Jock 🏈🐮
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Poor choices and alcohol lead to a heavy fall, lucky for you there’s someone who’s willing to help. :)
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In hindsight, maybe getting drunk at a party near a cliff was a bad idea.
You didn’t go out much. Parties had never been your thing and you’d much rather sit around in comfy clothes than go get drunk and kiss a stranger. And uni work didn’t help.
So, when your friend invited you to “the biggest party of the year” you were hesitant. It took a lot of pestering and a fair amount of bribery to get you there, but eventually you agreed.
So there you were, at some rich frat boy’s daddy’s vacation home. Sitting on a couch, alone, red solo cup in hand. Zoning out looking at the hills around you.
Your friend had left you almost as soon as you got there, pulled away by the tide of people dancing and drinking. A fairy couple in the corner we’re making out passionately, their wings were wrapped around the other and their skin was flushed with a sensual shade of red. You thought they looked like a seriously deformed apple.
Maybe that’s a rude thing to think, after all they were just living life (probably better than you at that) and it was harmless at the end of the day. Looking at those passionate couples though, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the boy you had once shared kisses like that wit-No. Those were not helpful thoughts. You had already let him control you all throughout highschool and you’d be damned if you let the memory of him control you now.
In retaliation to your treacherous thoughts you took a swig of your cup. You were here to have fun, so why not try it? Another cup wouldn’t hurt.
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The party was really going now and for once, you were a part of it! The crowd had migrated out of the house and now that everyone, including you, was more than a little bit drunk the party truly started.
The dancers from before were now thrashing, the drinkers chugging, and the kissers had mostly gone off to more private areas. You had gravitated towards the dancing clump, the liquid courage in your bloodstream now giving you enough confidence to join them.
You threw your body in time with the music, not caring where your feet landed or your arms swung. Maybe, if someone in the group was more sober they would’ve suggested you move away from the edge of the cliff that sloped downward towards the ocean shore, but no one was. And so when a beat hit dropped particularly hard, you threw yourself into movement spinning and jumping and then tripping.
A rock had been just too close to your foot and you were sent down the side of the cliff. It wasn’t steep enough to be a sheer drop so instead of falling you tumbled.
You were too drunk to tell how long you fell for, but just sober enough to know when you hit the bottom.
As you laid in the bush that broke your fall, you stared up at the sky, dazed at what had happened, until a sound from above you broke your trance. It sounded like something sliding down the hill you had just come from, something big.
You knew you should move but it just seemed so hard at the moment. Whether this was due to the alcohol or hitting your head on the trip down, you didn’t know. As you debated this issue you realized that the sliding noise had stopped, before a loud thud came from your right with approaching footsteps coupled with a smooth baritone voice coming not long after.
“Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?”
You slowly turned your head towards the pleasant sound and saw a large figure moving towards your place in the brush. As the figure got closer you saw the outline of horns on the head and the golden brown fur which covered the parts of the man not covered by his letterman and khaki pants.
“Hey!” The man was towering over you now and you could feel his warm breath on your face. “Are you alright?”
You didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare dumbly at his face.
“Oh lord you got hit good. How many fingers are Mmmm I holding up?”
You stared at the four large fingers in front of you before responding with a resounding “eight.”
The bull just stared at you before sighing “Sounds like someone’s taking a trip to the hospital tonight. Let’s get you to my car”
The bush beneath you disappeared, suddenly replaced with strong arms and big hands as the minotaur hefted you up.
“Up ya go. Ok then,” he gave you a stupidly charming grin that would’ve made you blush if you hadn’t already been flushed red. “My name is Jason, and you’re going to the hospital.”
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A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a while and I’m excited to get it out to y’all! I’ll (hopefully) be releasing part 2 of my closet monster series (which you can find here) next! Sorry for the wait but I hope it’ll be worth your time lol
Have a lovely day and thank you for reading!
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ghostieeeee · 3 months
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔: 𝐌𝐎𝐌!
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Word count: 1K
Warnings: None
A/N: Sorry if there's spelling mistakes, I'll proofread this when I wake up (it's literally 3:32 am while im writing this rn) 🥱
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“Mom!” The half squeaky voice of your slightly younger sister catches you off guard as a set of sudden footsteps rush past your room- a shadow zipping past the slight gap under your door. “Mom!”
“H-Hey!” You yell in a panicked rush, eyes blowing wide at the realisation of her unexpected (but not entirely unpredicted) action. Your mind quickly recalls the messages you had sent to your group chat not even half an hour ago.
Your hands fumble to your bed sheets as you rip them away from your body, your legs flinging themselves out of bed as you take off towards the door of your bedroom. Scurrying down the hallway and down the stairs came with the almost stampede-like sound effects, especially as you seemed to throw yourself into the living room so willingly.
“What she's saying is all false!” You abruptly skid to your sister's side, glaring at her as your heart flips within your throat. Though, the small chuckle Eunchae let's out is beyond your comprehension as your mother turns to stare you down- arguably confused too.
“What's false?” She begins “Eunchae was just rambling nonsense about some new drink”
You blink with a half malfunctioned mind as Eunchae scoffs playfully- not wanting to earn a threatening look from the adult in the room. “Mom! It's not just a new drink!! It's a new carbonated drink that tastes like green tea!”
“Uh, ew” your nose scrunches up at the thought of a carbonated drink tasting like any type of iced tea… or coffee for the matter. “That sounds so wrong”
“It doesn't! If anything, your milkshakes are wrong!” she huffs.
“Uhm….” You furrow your brows, a sense of uncertainty plucking at you. “How does a milkshake sound wrong? It's a perfectly normal drink, and one that won't confuse your taste buds at that”
“Shoo, both of you, before this turns into an argument no one wants to listen to” your mother interjects, flicking her wrists dismissively as she eyes you both, awaiting your disappearance from her bracket of sight and most preferably, hearing too.
“Yeah, Y/n, don't you have a girlfriend to tend to”
“Girlfriend?” Your mother perks up again to the mention of a potential love interest, her dark eyes now perishing your every thought and comeback. You gulp and shake your head.
“Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend?” You cock your head to the side slightly, eyes adjusting to the smug expression that sugar glazes Eunchae’s smiling face. “I'm as single as ever”
“So… you're keeping secrets?” Eunchae grins, her once innocent smile turning almost sinister to you. Though, it seemed as if your sight was betraying you when a deep shaded pair of horns grew from the top of your sister's head, a thin but long tail with a knife-like tip swaying mischievously behind her.
“You're lying…” Your eyes narrow at the disguised demon, brows lowering in suspicion. Her eyes seemed to entice yours into a deep state of hypnosis as a small staring contest commenced- a buzzing line of rivalry set the runway for your directed gaze.
However, your small moment falls to shambles at the interruption of a cough- a particularly dry cough at that. “Y/n?”
“I swear down, if this is about Haerin-” You refrain from pointing at your sister, knowing farewell that your mother would drop kick you to Jupiter or some neighbouring planet at such a gesture. Scrunching your nose, you turn back to your mom,”me and Haerin are partners for that project I mentioned few weeks ago”
Your fingers squeezed together in a crossed position in hopes that your mom would believe you. Thankfully, for your stupid luck- she just sighs and flicks her wrist again- she's evidently not in a mood for anything tonight. “I'll talk to you another time about this”
“Okay, mom” you smile, glancing at Eunchae as she just blinks like a fool, half in disbelief and half in admiration. No one has ever escaped the talons of your prying mother so easily before. “Rest well, I'm going to bed now”
She only hums, resting her head back gently as she closes her eyes. “Goodnight”
A grin was quick to grow on your face. It was almost as if you had stolen Eunchae's grin with how despicable it felt upon your skin. It felt foreign, but not entirely unwelcome. “Come on, Munch, don't you have some friends to tend to?” Eunchae rolls her eyes, walking past you with a small shoulder bump, her hair unnoticeably attacking your shoulder as she does so. “That was uncalled for…” You grumble, following her back up the stairs. “Why’d you say I have a girlfriend?”
“Because I wanted to see you suffer” Eunchae informs with a small laugh following pursuit as she reaches the top of the stairs, turning to look at you as you remain two steps away from the top. “But mostly because I wanted to see you blush and get all shy at the thought of Haerin”
“b…blush?”
She nods. “Yeah… but you didn't blush as much as I would've hoped for” Eunchae smiles widely before turning and fleeing for her bedroom- leaving a half stuned you to eye her door suspiciously.
Blush?
After a moment of inexplicable dwelling, you shake your head and make a turn to your own room. You don't dare to hesitate as you flop back into the comfort of your bed, sheets still smelling fresh from when they were washed just last evening. Your head found itself buried deep into the soft of your cased pillows. A deep sigh leaves your mouth, hitting your pillow and warming the fabric slightly. Though, before an ounce of rest could officially even enter your system, your phone buzzes from your bedside table. Reluctantly, you open your phone.
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: Dating in a high school full of love thirsty teenagers was never really something you wanted. But of course, things change- and you learnt that in more ways than one. Kim Minji, one of the more popular students. Hong y/n, probably the most invisible person alive. They couldn't possibly be dating… or maybe they could be? You never know what goes on behind closed doors.
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cozzzynook · 6 months
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“Hummel?”
“Hm?”
“Vhat are jou eating?”
Looking down at the bowl in his hands filled with glowing purple energon with a few pieces of zinc and melted aluminum coating it.
His hummel was taking his time slowly chewing away with a content sway of yellow and black pedes as he sat on his lap. A little hum every few clicks as he chewed on the metals before popping a piece of energon to his dermas.
Blitzwing tried to hide the disgust in his eyes as he realized his Hummel had sprinkled a spicy flake into the dish. His hummel never ate anything spicy nor did he caee for sweets surprisingly. The one who liked spicy foods was Random and Hothead while he was the one who enjoyed sugary treats.
His hummel preferred savory over anything else so why exactly was eating something both himself and his other personalities would enjoy all combined into one?
A whirr sounded and Random suddenly yelled with manic laughter, “Jour food is so outlandish mein buggy bee vhat gives?!”
A chubby cheeked pout rests on Bumblebee’s faceplate and a shade of blue colors his cheeks. The bowl of fuel shifted as Bumblebee started to scoot off Blitzwings once comfortable lap. He slapped the servo that tried to stop him by cupping his protruding tank but Bumblebee was having none of it.
“Hummel?”
The change in the accents thickness told him it was Icy talking to him again but he didn’t care. His em fields were swinging with his mood and as tight as he tried to keep them Blitzwing took notice.
“I am sorry hummel, please eat jour..food resting on me, hm?”
There was a moment of thought flittering through Bumblebee’s optics before he huffed and nodded. It was easy for Blitzwing to lift Bumblebee back in his lap, his hummel may have gained quite a bit of weight from carrying but he was still no closer to being Blitzwings frame or size.
Putting a servo beneath Bumblebee’s plump mesh tank Blitzwing rubbed his hummels side when he felt the little mech in his arms shift uncomfortably. The warmth his hummel radiated as he melted into him tugged at his dermas slightly and if he splayed his other servo on the left side of his bugs tank to try and feel their sparkling move he wouldn’t deny it.
“You know its still too early for you to feel them move. I can feel them turning, I think, because i’m carrying them you still have another month or two,” Bumblebee sighed as he leaned into Blitzwing’s warm touch. His war framed mech began to gently rub the soreness away on his left side and hip plating and all his attention began to drift away from his fuel and annoyance to comfort as he felt his frame grow sleepy.
“I know that but I still want to feel jou, jou feel incredibly soft and jou look beautiful like this. I can’t help myself,” Blitzwing uttered his admission lowering his helm to kiss the tip of Bumblebee’s horn. “I can’t get enough of seeing jou carry our sparkling, jou’ve never looked more beautiful hummelchen.”
“If you weren’t my conjunx I’d slap you,” Bumblebee moaned as he felt Blitzwing’s servo rub the sensitive plating above his tank. There was a noticeable dent that he’d yet to have fixed, their little sparkling war frame just loved to kick now that they’ve developed stabilizers and every early morning Bumblebee felt the joys and brunt of it.
“Jou vouldn’t hit me hummel, it vould be unwise to hurt the bot massaging all jour pains away,” in the past Blitzwing would’ve said little but with his hummel’s proneness to emotional swings, he wasn’t about to chance it. Besides, he was plenty content to touch along his sparkmates growing mesh to his sparks content. He couldn’t get enough of feeling their sparkling press tiny servo’s that would one day be large as his against his own.
Blitzwing was already in the process of making plans on how to convince his hummel to have more sparklings in the future. He was sure he could win him over, so long as their sparklings emergence wasn’t too long and painful.
“Get that thought out of your processor right now, I am not doing this again,” Bumblebee grumbled swatting at his sparkbond lazily. He shifted his hip plates again and Blitzwing let him, moving to rub his digit along the tender plating while bringing his other servo to cup the underside of his tank. That brought a long sigh from his vents as he felt his sparkling lean into their sire’s palm giving momentary relief on his back strut.
His optics felt heavy and his frame grew warm as it completely sagged against Blitzwing’s chassis. Bumblebee could feel the familiar thrum of that purple and blue spark against his helm and horns. He couldn’t help but loosen his grip on his fuel bowl as he entered a light doze between recharge and floating in aware bliss.
He didn’t hear anything break nor fall to the ground so he assumed Blitzwing caught it with his servo, the quiet clatter of the dish being set down told Bee he was right and the warm servo once again cradling his tank had him turn putty as a limp frame doll.
While he couldn’t see the loving gaze his sparkbond rested on him, he and their sparkling could feel it.
It was enough to make him possibly consider experiencing this again, possibly.
But Blitzwing didn’t have to know that just yet.
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