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recklessmatt · 2 months

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PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE(S): smut hehe

SUMMARY: you invite matt over since he was assigned to tutor you but things take a twist when you’re the one doing the tutoring

WARNINGS: smut [virgin sub matt! (reader LOWKEY got a corruption kink), unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), slight overstimulation, praise kink, breeding]

“matt did you finish the page?” you ask sitting with your legs crossed on the chair at your desk. turning your head to look at the boy sitting on your bed with a book in hand, he looks up at you and shakes his head. you pout slightly and continue to turn your focus to your work in front of you. you and matt are the complete opposite, he always got excellent grades, teachers loved him, always so polite to everyone. you on the otherhand, had decent barely passing grades, teachers despised you, and you just didn’t care. the way you two were so different made you so intrigued by him. once you found out that matt was assigned to tutor you, you felt shots of anticipation and excitement spreading across your body.

you two sit in silence for a couple minutes, but then you get bored. you turn your attention to matt again and you were about to speak but you noticed how immersed he was in his book. you take the opportunity to take in all his features, how his nose scrunches slightly, his brunette locks covering his vision slightly, the frames that sit on his nose perfectly, and those pink pouty lips that you wanna kiss so bad.

“hey matt, let’s play a quick game.” you say. matt looks up shyly through his glasses and says quietly “we’re supposed to be reading our books.” oh he’s so adorable. “i knowww but we’ve been reading forever let’s take a quick break.” you say shutting your laptop.

“what are we playing?” matt asks you slightly tilting his head. “mmmm, 20 questions.” matt nods. “alright matty, first question. have you ever kissed a girl?” you ask. his eyes widen and he looks down. “i don’t wanna play anymore…” he says quietly, causing you to pout. “i won’t tell anyone, i promise matty.” you assure him. he slowly raises his head and lets out a sigh. “no i haven’t.” he murmurs so quietly you almost missed it. “are you a virgin?” you ask, he nods shyly. you suddenly clench your thighs at the thought of him being so innocent. you lift yourself off the chair you were on to move onto the bed sitting next to him.

“do you wanna learn how to kiss?” you ask lowly placing your hand on his thigh which causes matt to slightly flinch from the contact. he looks at you with those big blue eyes, not knowing what to say. he nods very slowly. you lean in barely making contact with his lips.

“i need words baby.” you whisper to him. matt lets out a shaky breath “yes please.” “just follow my lead alright?”

you close the space between you two and matt lets out a surprised yelp. you start slow, molding your lips together, moving in sync. you bit his bottom lip causing him to moan lowly in your mouth. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, dancing around with his tongue which makes both of you moan.

you then slowy start to move your hand up his thigh to his clothed member, giving it a slight squeeze making matt let out a higher pitched moan. you continue to your movements starting to rub him through his pants. every second that passes makes matt crave for more. you then pull your lips away.

“have you ever touched yourself baby?” you ask against his lips still palming him, matt lets out a whimper “s-sometimes.” he says shakily. “w-wait we have to study.” matt stutters out. “i know hun, we’re gonna try something okay? you’re gonna trust me on this okay?” you say. “o-okay.” you give him a quick peck on the lips.

“lay back on the bed baby.” you say slightly pushing him away. matt lays back down on the bed still holding onto his book. “i want you to read your book out loud for me baby okay?” you look at him. matt widens his eyes then shyly nods at you. “s-she turned to Mrs. Mckee and…” he reads out loud and once he started reading you crawled down enough to where your face was in line with his clothed member. you started to rub him through his pants, unbuckling his pants and slowly undoing his pants which causes matt to stop reading. “wait what are you doing?” he questions. “shhh keep reading baby don’t mind what i’m doing.” you pull his pants down just enough for you to have access to his member.

“i-it was n-nine-o-clock…” matt continues on, stuttering through his words which makes you smirk. you freed his member and it was already dripping with pre cum which causes you to salivate. he was big; thick enough to stretch you out perfectly. you hum in approval and wrap your fingers around him, looking back up at matt and you can see him struggling to keep his eyes open, stumbling over his words, heavy breathing. it turned you on so much just to see the boy in front of you crumble just from the feeling of your soft hand wrapped tightly around his member. you slowly start to pump your hand up and down his shaft which causes matt to let out a loud groan.

“mmmm, i ca-i can’t keep reading.” he stutters out, eyes closed and head thrown back. you pause your movements. “keep reading or i’m gonna stop.” you strictly say, hand loosening. “no! no, i’ll keep reading!” matt quickly picks up his book and starts to read again. “t-the little dog was…” hearing the words pass through his lips causes you to smirk at how desperate he was.

your thumb flicked against his slit as it spread the leaking precum from the tip to the base, you glance up and see matt trying his best to distract himself from the feeling of your hand pumping him up and down. you use this opportunity to flatten your tongue and lick him from his base all the way to his tip. lips wrapping around his tip, you swirl your tongue around it and this causes matt to let out a whimper. the noise he let out brings you to clench your thighs for some sort of relief.

you continue to swirl your tongue around his tip before lowering your mouth taking him deeper. whimpers continue to leave matt’s mouth as you continue to bob your head up and down. you then realize that it’s silent and all you can hear are matt’s moans and groans. you take your mouth off him and look at him. he looks so fuckable right now. hair sticking to his forehead, out of breath, bottom lip between his teeth, glasses keep slipping off due to how sweaty he is.

“what did i say?” you ask pumping him with your hand. “mmm, i-i’m sorry it f-feels too good.” he says throwing his head back. “pick up your book baby.” matt sighs and starts reading again.

you lower your mouth back onto him and suck on him like your life depended on it. you can feel matt already getting close and you continue to bob your head up and down, your hand stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth. you feel his dick start to twitch and that makes you go even faster wanting him to finish. “oh my god i th-think im gonna come.” matt whines breathlessly using the book he has in his hand to cover his mouth as a way to quiet down his noises. as you continue to suck him off, matt lets out a loud groan and you feel a thick warm layer of cum filling your mouth.

you swallow every drop of him not leaving any mess behind. you look up at him and see matt breathless, chest heaving and eyes squinted behind his glasses. the sight of that makes you even more drenched. you crawl ontop of him tossing his book aside.

“did that feel good baby boy?” you ask running your manicured fingers along his face. he nods shyly looking down slightly embarrassed for finishing quickly. you push his hair back and lift his chin up making him look at you, those damn doe eyes. “don’t be embarrassed baby. you did so good for me.”

biting your lip, you leaned in to kiss his, feeling his plump, soft pink lips against yours. a moan escaped your mouth at the sweet taste of his tongue, fighting against yours desperately. you bite down on his bottom lip which makes matt moan in your mouth. you pull away removing your top and your bra. matt doesn’t know what to do except stare at your breasts with his hands glued to his side. you let out a low chuckle and grab his hands placing them on your tits. you take the initiative to have his hands squeeze them causing you to let out a moan and roll your hips along his hard on. matt feels his eyes almost closing once again and mind going blank.

“w-wait it hurts” matt stutters out. oh my god he’s so cute. “aww, you’re just a little overstimulated baby. i’ll make it better” you say leaning in to give him a peck. “you trust me right?” you ask. he nods. “i need words baby.” you say firmly. “i trust you.” he quietly says. you smile and give him another peck.

slightly raising yourself over his lap and lifting your skirt up, you used one of your hands to position the tip of his cock against your entrance and the other to pull your panties to the side. a soft groan escaped matt’s lips as he felt the wetness of your core against his cock. you slowly lowered yourself on him and pulling him in for a kiss to muffle his moans and groans. once you have finally bottomed out, you began moving your hips, having both of you get used to the feeling, the friction made him pull you closer, face buried in the crook of your neck while small whimpers left his lips, going straight to your core. your walls clenched around him tightly, drawing a loud groan from his chest, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

he fit inside you so perfect. he felt so good filling you up. “oh my god baby you feel so good stretching me out. fit so perfectly inside me.” you praise him running your fingers through his brunette locks. this praising causes matt to let a whimper out.

“oh you like that baby? you like being told how you’re such a good boy for me. how you fuck me so good?” you start to bounce on his cock. “uh huh” he lets out a higher pitched moan. “w-wait im gonna cum.” matt throws his head back, hands around your waist. “yeah? you wanna fill me up with your cum? you wanna cum inside my tight little pussy baby?” you hummed against his ear. this earned you a whimper falling from his lips and hands tightening against your waist. “what a naughty boy, who would’ve guessed that perfect student matthew sturniolo is such a filthy slut” you whispered in his ear moving your hips faster. “please please please im so close” he moans out. “you wanna fill me up so bad don’t you huh” you say moaning out, picking up your pace, gripping onto his shoulders. “yes yes yes” matt pleads with glassy eyes and hot tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming pleasure making him dizzy. his hands gripping your waist trying to bring you closer causing a moan to escape from your lips making him more desperate. you felt matt lift his hips to meet yours, the tip of his cock hitting your most sensitive spot as he tried to match your fast pace making you let out a loud moan “yes, you’re doing so good for me matt i’m so close.” you throw your head back feeling his cock thrust into you deeply.

you pull matt in for a heated kiss, sloppily moving your mouths and tongues together. you clench around him causing him to moan in your mouth. “please let me cum please please please.” matt begs so desperately against your lips. “cum for me baby boy.” and that’s all that took for matt to reach his high, hips stuttering, and body trembling. feeling him shoot his warm load paint your walls and hearing the sob matt let out as he came had your walls tightening and clenching around him milking him dry.

after taking a moment to breathe you raised yourself to get off of him, matt wincing from the slight oversensitivity. you lay back down on your bed right next to him, he looks at you breathlessly. you smile at him in exhaustion and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“ready to tutor me?” you ask cheekily with a smile. matt turns to you with a look causing both of you guys to laugh out loud.

gotta tag bae @luverboychris and @thesturniolos

author's note: hi i am SO sorry i lacked on writing AND i changed the title 😭 this story was lowkey kinda long IN MY OPINION at least, only bc im used to writing like 500 words tbh but i hope you guys like it. but i alr have another request in the inbox so another matt smut will be up next ;) enjoyyy, fanks for reading. <3

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Hi could I please request with any of the moon boys afternoon in the public library selecting a lot of books because they keep finding different ones by author's you love and they're carry them all and the elderly lady behind the counter thats been watching says that they are a lovely young man and a keeper. Thank you 💜 😊

Escape (Jake Lockley x reader)

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A/N: EEEE THIS WAS A CUTE IDEA. I had done something similar with the other two babies, so I hope you don’t mind me choosing Jake <3 yes the most unlikely place you’ll find this man is the library but let's go with it hehe.

Word Count: 1.6 k

Love can be blinding, and Jake feels like it is blaring in his ears through sonnets and poems. He learned from you that to love is to not hurt, but to let things be. To love is to be free. Your tender beauty and kindness had been his pride’s undoing. He didn’t realise that his heart got snatched away until it started beating by the song of your own heart.

The first time he met you, nothing in this universe could have prepared him for the blinding reality that he was going to face. He was so caught off guard by your appearance that he seemed to forget his own name. You had flagged down his cab, hair bellowing in the wind as the first droplets of rain hit the windscreen of his cab.

You immediately had struck up a conversation with him, jabbering away about how a crow stole your bagel in the morning. Jake couldn’t help but laugh at your story, letting your soothing voice rub at his hardened edges.

“Here, call this if you ever have another bad day. You don’t have to flag another cab, just give me a call.” Jake found himself saying, slipping you a note along with your change.

“Oh, you’re too sweet, you don’t have to do this!” You sighed but in reality, you wouldn’t know whether you had the willpower to not call him immediately after he dropped you off at the place you needed to be at.

And that’s exactly what you did. Jake Lockley, the handsome cabbie, became one of your closest friends. He had a sense of humour that made you feel at home, you’d always end up laughing a little too hard when Jake would cook up a joke. Soon, you were sitting in the front seat of his cab and he switched out his newspaper boy cap with sunglasses that complemented the vibe of his curly hair. You often found yourself looking longingly at him wherever he would blast the radio and start singing along to your favourite songs.

Today, you asked him whether he wanted to hang out at the library and he immediately texted you a yes, picking you up in less than 20 minutes. Jake watched as you rolled the window down, letting the wind blow in your hair as you smiled blissfully. The weather was tolerable and Jake was extremely happy. Your leg bounced as it usually did and Jake fought the urge to place his hand on your thigh and steady it, instead choosing to grip the steering tighter.

You skipped up the stairs of the library once you got there, and Jake followed you, absolutely mesmerised by the spring in your step. Once you realised that you were getting too far away from Jake, you hung back and took a hold of his hand, surprising him. He lurched forward, his chest colliding with your back. He immediately murmured his apology, still in awe with you.

You breathed in deeply, the scent of the library filling your lungs with a deep memory. Your grandma used to bring you here and read you books and she encouraged your love for them.

“If you wanted to escape, this is the safest way to do it, child.” she used to say and that's what you did every weekend.

Why did you bring Jake with you then?

The question plagued your mind as you pulled him through rows of books, the sound of Jake’s boots thudding against the carpet the only thing keeping you held down to Earth. Slowly, you let go of Jake’s hand and trailed off, absolutely enamoured by the books before you. Jake slowly drifted off too, his headmate begging for him to pull one of the books that he really needed from the shelf.

Jake rolls his eyes and pulls the book before turning to look for you. All his eyes saw were the rows of books, you nowhere in sight. Jake shakes his head and smiles to himself, gently tapping the spine of the book with the palm of his hand. It wasn’t long before he found you. A stack of books were balanced on your hip and supported by one of your arms, the other hand holding a book too close to your face as you scanned the page. You readjusted yourself as one of the books began to slip from the stack and Jake hurried forward.

He eased out the books from your grip and held onto them. You turned and smiled at him, blinking up at him with big eyes that made him feel mushy inside. You stood on your toes and placed the book you were holding on top of the pile Jake was holding, before placing a soft kiss on his cheekbone. Jake’s face flamed red hot. He’d never been kissed on the cheek before and he didn’t know how to react.

“Thanks.” he mumbled and his headmates roared with laughter like an old Hollywood laugh track.

“You’re welcome.” you smiled and turned, walking towards the next shelf, feeling proud of yourself for that move.

“She’s walking you like a dog, mate!” Steven chuckled as Jake began to float behind you again.

“As if you won’t literally pass out if you were fronting.” Jake huffed under his breath.

You frowned at the shelf, realising the book you wanted wasn’t there. You decided to ask Beatrice, the little old lady at the counter to check the records for you. Beatrice was already smiling at you, her favourite regular but there was something odd about her smile.

“Heya, Ms. Bea! I just need a title searched in the system.” you politely asked with a smile.

“Hi, darling, sure.” with a few taps of her keyboard, she announced where the book was and you grinned excitedly, almost uttering your thanks when Beatrice smiled at you again.

“You aren’t going to introduce me to the beautiful boy hiding behind the books?” she asked, and gave you a pointed look and your eyes widened instantly.

“Uh, yea! This is Jake, Jake this is Ms. Beatrice!” you quickly introduced them.

Jake carefully set the books onto the counter and took the lady’s hand, kissing the back of it. Beatrice giggled like a school girl and you gave Jake an exasperated look.

“Oh, dear, I most definitely approve. This one here is a keeper, alright.” Beatrice says and now it was your turn to cosplay a red tomato.

Jake let out a beautiful laugh that ringed deep in your heart.

“Really, trust me, my husband was like you, still is, comes here everyday bringing me lunch. I thought romance was dead but I’m so glad to see it blooming amongst the paths of unsaid words.” Beatrice says, clutching her and to her heart as she looks between the two of you.

Jake and you were frozen to the spot, your eyes as big as owls. You snapped out of it first, thanking Beatrice and pulling Jake with you, who quickly scooped the pile of books in his arms and followed you.

You quickly found your reading corner and sat down, Jake following suit.

“Sorry about Beatrice.” you say after the loud thudding of your heart settled.

“Why are you sorry about Beatrice?” Jake was taken back, out of all the things you could have said, you choose to say that.

“You’re probably weirded out by what she said, about romance and all.” you mumbled, hanging your head.

Jake was still confused at your words, trying to absorb them as silence enveloped the two of you.

“You know what, I really do not know what to say, so I’m just gonna show you.” Jake says, lifting your chin up and leaning towards you before you could make out what was going on.

His lips met yours so gently that you thought he had touched your lips with flower petals. Your eyes were wide open and you struggled to comprehend what was happening. Jake snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, making your mouth drop open with a gentle lick of his tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed and you found yourself losing yourself to the momentum that had been caused by Jake hurling your relationship past the cliff of a very unknown cavern.

You were kissing Jake, you were kissing Jake fucking Lockley.

He pulled away first, keeping his face incredibly close to you.

“Okay, now I know what to say. I’m not the kind that particularly chooses to love romance but I think I’ll be okay if it is with you.” he shrugged. “Besides, I also think I don’t mind you seeing me old and wrinkly like Ms. Bea’s husband.”

You were stunned, this was not the way you intended your day to go. Your eyes welled up in tears and you busied yourself by taking Jake’s hand in yours and kissing his knuckles before holding it close to your chest.

“I was in love with you the second you threw the door of my cab open. Didn’t expect you to call at all, but when you did I felt like I took my heart and threw it at you, to hear your voice through my phone, that was everything to me.” Jake continued, gazing lovingly into your watery eyes.

“I might be in love with you too, Lockley.” you sigh, a teardrop escaping as your eyes closed. “Everynight, you’re in my dreams and you’re my escape.”

Jake let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and gathered you close. It was going to take a lot to get him away from you. You soon found yourself with your head in his lap, your longing drifting into pure bliss as his soft poetic voice filled the air with beautiful words.

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eds6ngel · 11 months

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hi, b!

i love your account and i saw that you’re okay with writing smut.

i was thinking it’s eddie and reader’s first time and he’s really soft with her? maybe he’s worried about her losing feelings or of him messing everything up by his inexperience?

thank you! <3

hey darling!! i actually made them both virgins in this, just to amp up the sweetness <33 (and because i have no experience at all) also, i made this a part 2 to my 'new girl' fic, so if you wanna check out part 1, you can read it here!!

warnings: SMUT. fem!afab!reader. p in v. fingering. handjob. blowjob. cunnilingus. lots of kissing. sex talk outside of the smut. basically just your basic sex stuff. swearing. vulgar language. fluff. comfort. established relationship. r is 18, eddie is 20 [4.1k].

You and Eddie have been dating for three months by this point. You had done the most that normal horny teenagers had done: kissing, making out, grinding, hell, you even tried your part at having sex. However, it didn’t go successfully the first time.

The both of you had no idea what to do. Eddie condoms expired, so you agreed to do it without one, which was mistake number one. You weren’t wet enough whatsoever, the both of you skipping all foreplay. And to top it all off, Eddie pushed in all the way without thinking, causing you to scream out in pain and call it quits for the night.

Since then, you both avoided ridding of any clothes closely tied to a sexual nature, the pair of you scared to death that your mutual lack of knowledge was going to cause harm again.

You and Eddie both agreed that the failed first attempt was not going to be classed as your ‘first time,’ despite what society would try and argue against. You both wanted it to feel special, the relationship going strong so far, a failed ‘first time’ not ruining that for you.

You actually went out to the library both together and on separate occasions to research about sex. Eddie’s first recommendation was to sit down and watch porn together, you having to explain that in no shape or form would a woman in real life ever want to live out the fake fantasy of a porn film. Besides, it was also a very fucking weird thing to do.

Hawkins was a very religious town, you searching high and low for anything that didn’t bring up the topic of abstinence. And even when looking past that, the woman’s pleasure was always disregarded, the term ‘submit’ popping up more times than you and Eddie would like to recall. With you just turning 18 and Eddie 20, Hawkins Library gave you permission to access the restricted section, much to a very pleased Eddie. You had to keep him on track most of the time, Eddie getting distracted by the mature content.

“Baby, come on. We’re looking for books on sex, not Satanism.”

With even the restricted books being more sanitised than you would’ve liked, at least some of the authors knew what they were talking about, especially the female ones, to no surprise. You learnt about safety, to foreplay, to pleasure points, to techniques, your joint knowledge growing by the minute.

It had been around a month of research for the two of you, preparing for whenever the appropriate time would be to try again.

Which was tonight.

You and Eddie were sat on his couch watching a cheesy horror flick, Wayne working a night shift, leaving the two of you in the trailer alone, with no interruptions.

You were lying on Eddie’s lap, his ringed hand mindlessly threading through your hair as you focused on the killer slashing the victims on screen, fake blood pouring out of them as they perished to the ground.

“Babe?” you pipe up, Eddie humming in response, “How’s research been going?”

Eddie chuckles as you both look at each other, “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“We’re studying sources to learn new facts, sounds like research to me,” you smile.

Eddie kisses the crown of your head, “Just doesn’t sound very manly, does it? ‘What have you been up to recently Eddie?’” he says, putting on an overexaggerated posh accent, “’Oh nothing much, just researching how to have sex with my girlfriend.’ People would think I’m insane, sweetheart.”

You shift yourself so you are lying on your stomach, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck and shrugging, “You can make anything sound manly babe. You could word in a way such as ‘I’ve been reading up on ways to pleasure my girl better.’ That’s such a hotter way to put it.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Yeah,” he drags out, “But, I’m not looking into how to make the sex better, I’m looking into how to even start having it.”

“Better than most people,” you reply, “Many of my friends have told me that they don’t even get to cum when they have sex with their boyfriends. At least you’re trying.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of sex?” Eddie asks, as if a stupid question, “To make your girl feel good?”

“Unfortunately baby, most men just have sex for themselves. They just want the feeling of a vagina wrapped around their dick.”

Even though the two of you had a horrific first attempt, you were both still very sex positive. Just because you didn’t have it didn’t mean you were in any way uncomfortable talking about it.

“Stupid,” Eddie mumbles with a shake of his head, “They could just jerk themselves off for the same effect, stop wasting a girl’s time.”

“Is that what you do?” you tease him, “Just in between the research, you have a ten minute jerking break?”

“I get hot and bothered sometimes, okay?” he laughs, “There’s some very graphic images in there. S’hard to concentrate.”

And from your position sitting in his lap, it might not just be the research that gets him that way. “You sure you’re not feeling the same way now, baby?” you purr, looking deep into his eyes.

He groans slightly as you grind your hips into his, “Jesus sweetheart, if I wasn’t already before, I definitely am now.”

Your lips connected together in a passionate kiss, the pair of you grinding into each other as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. This was something you’d done before. As your relationship developed, you realised how easy it was to dissect society’s words surrounding sex. If it were society defining your relationship by its standards, you two would’ve technically lost your virginities to each other in the first month of the relationship. Grinding was a simple task to get the two of you going, even making each other cum by it. It was just further than that where you guys had an issue, which is why both still class yourselves as virgins.

As you break apart, you lift Eddie’s shirt off, him doing the same to you, looking into your eyes, asking, “Are we really about to do this?”

“I’m game if you’re game,” you reply.

He smirks, “Baby, I’m always game.”

You giggle as you begin to litter kisses down his neck, him moaning out as you find his sweet spot, his hands gripping tighter at your waist. You make a trail down his chest to his stomach, him gripping your hair as you do so, his head falling back against the couch. There was just something about your lips that were so intoxicating to him.

You reach the waistband of his pants, Eddie switching into his grey sweatpants the minute he stepped into his trailer. He was a metalhead at heart, but keeping up the physical appearance wasn’t always the comfiest.

He lifts himself up, allowing you to pull down the sweatpants, his white and blue checkered boxers on show, a visible bump from where he had gotten hard from the mere mention of you talking about sex. He hates to admit it, but this happened every time, you had just failed to notice.

You look up at him with the softest look in eyes, making sure that he was comfortable with you going further. As every book said: consent was key.

“Yeah, sweetheart, take ‘em off,” he verbalises, you nodding as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing free in front of you. You look up at him with a glint of worry, Eddie immediately taking notice. “It’s all about practice, okay? It’s you, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it regardless.”

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Eddie already groaning above you by the mere feeling of your touch on his body. “I, um—” you stutter out, “Do I just go up and down?”

“Yeah, babe, just—” he wraps his hand around yours, the size difference sending shivers down his spine as he moves your hand in the same motion he would when he’s on his own. Yet, the slight change of you doing it in comparison to him made it all the more enjoyable. It was true what they said: it was the person, not the action.

He shudders as you begin to create a steady rhythm, you asking, “Is this good?”

He sighs, “Nothing could be better than this baby, thank you. God, fuck,” he moans out. However, what shocked him was how quick you became accustomed to him, the feeling of your tongue licking up the side of his shaft sending shivers down his spine. “Jesus fucking Christ, God.”

In your head, you were trying to recall the steps that the book you read taught you, trying your best not to mess up and cause your boyfriend to become uncomfortable. You lick the tip of his dick, seeing that Eddie loudly moans out at the feeling, hearing him say, “Just like that baby, take it down further.”

And so you do, hollowing out your cheeks as you take him into your mouth, Eddie grabbing your hair into a ball as he lightly guides you up and down, giving him maximum pleasure. You look up at him with innocent eyes, continuing to bob your head, Eddie swearing he just died and went to heaven.

He can feel his balls tightening up, Eddie yelling out, “Baby, wait, wait!” in a manner that came across a little too panicked, causing you to immediately jump off of him.

“I’m sorry!” you squeak out, beginning to ramble, “Did I get you with my teeth? Or was I too rough? God, I was probably too rough, wasn’t I—”

But, your nervous state gets cut off by Eddie grabbing your chin and pulling you into a soft kiss, you instantly cupping his cheek back. As you part, he leans your forehead against his, “It was nothing you did sweetheart, don’t worry. I just… don’t wanna cum yet,” he shyly smiles.

“Oh,” you giggle softly, “Okay.”

He kisses your cheek, making trail down your neck, “But, I do think it’s your turn to cum for me, sweetheart.”

You whimper at his words, the eagerness oozing from his throat. “Can we, um… go to your bedroom though? This is technically Wayne’s bed after all.”

Eddie chuckles, “Yeah, I don’t think he’d be too happy with that.” He shocks you by lifting you up underneath his arms, laughing to himself as he guides you to his bedroom.

As he kicks open the door with his foot, he carries you over to the bed, placing you down gently and hovering over you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “You’ve given me all your love sweetheart, I’m here to give you mine.”

He litters kisses all over your chest and collarbones, sucking a little to visibly show that you belong to him. Nobody else was gonna get his girl.

Despite your eyes being closed, basking in the pleasure of his soft lips on your skin, you feel him reach around the back of you, trying his hardest to unclasp your bra.

Helping him out, you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling at him, “You need help with that, my love?”

“No, no, I got it,” he grits out, trying to get the hooks to come apart. “Why the hell is this so difficult?”

You giggle into his neck, deciding to press little kisses there as a form of distraction.

“Baby, don’t tease me. I’m struggling enough here.”

You laugh as you reach around yourself, pushing his hands out of the way and instantly un-hooking your bra, tossing it onto the floor.

Eddie can’t be drawn away from your breasts, his eyes practically bulging at the sight, his mouth agape. “I… um…” he stutters out, “I was gonna ask how you did that, but your tits baby… Holy shit.”

And no word of a lie, your boyfriend does grabby hands, like a child in a candy store, “Please can I touch them? Please let me touch them… Oh my God.”

You cup his face with your hands, smiling, “You can do whatever you want with them, my love.”

He breathes out, shakes his hands as he mutters, “Okay.” He pushes your breasts together, massaging them in his hands as he genuinely gawks, “Jesus… They’re perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck…”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as a ‘Thank you,’ Eddie rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, a loud whine escaping your mouth.

He stops his motions, “That feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “It’s sensitive. Keep doing that.”

And he does exactly that, flicking over them, surprised that such a simple action could cause so much pleasure for you. “You need to go braless more baby, holy shit.”

“If I knew you would’ve had this reaction, I would’ve shown you them sooner,” you giggle.

“Better than any porn magazine I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, leaning in and taking your left breast into his mouth, him pulling on your nipple, letting go with a pop. “Who needs porn when I can have you?”

“I better see the ones under your bed gone by tomorrow then,” you smirk back at him.

“Easiest decision I’ll ever make.”

He traces his thumbs over the sides of your hips as he makes a trail down from your cleavage to the bottom of your stomach, tugging at your belt, a much easier task for him than your difficult bra.

He pulls down your jeans, adding them to the increasing pile on the floor. The next thing surprises you, Eddie beginning to laugh as he places his head down on top of your cloth-covered pussy, his hair tickling the bottom of your stomach. “Shit.”

You laugh too, despite not knowing what he was giggling about, he was just infectious like that. “What, my love?” you ask with a smile.

“Took off your bra before I got to see the matching set on you,” he frowns over-dramatically.

You thread your fingers through his curls, “I’ll give you a fashion show one day.”

“That day better fuckin’ hurry the hell up,” he grumbles, delicately taking your panties off of your body, him not wanting to wreck them for the future fashion show you had just planned.

“Okay, he mumbles, situating his head between your legs, “I’ve heard that eating you out gets you wetter, so can I do that?”

You sigh happily, “Tell you what baby, we’ll do the colour coding system, okay? I’m giving you permission to do whatever you like. If I find myself uncomfortable at any point, I’ll say either ‘orange’ or ‘red.’ Deal?”

He nods, “Yeah, deal…” sighing out, “I’m sorry if I mess this up.”

You smile lovingly, “It’s you baby. You could be totally shit at this and I would love it regardless. Just like you said to me,” you reassure him.

“Well, I learnt some techniques anyway, now I get to put them to practice.”

You laugh as you hear him sigh out, “Relax baby, you got this.”

He nods, “Yeah… I got this.”

He takes his tongue and moves it straight up your pussy, causing you to push your legs in and let out a loud whine. “That easy, huh?” Eddie smirks.

You give him the same wide smirk back, “Depends on whether you can make me cum or not.”

“Challenge accepted,” he replies, moving up towards your clit and flicking it up and down, causing you to moan out in pleasure, “Eddie, fuck. Just like that baby.”

That spur encouraged Eddie to speed up his movements, flipping between an up and down motion to a side to side one, you grabbing onto and tugging at his hair, him discovering a new kink as he moans out loudly.

Eddie takes his middle finger and moves it down your folds, collecting your slick and pushing it into your hole, you immediately clenching around him as he sucks on your clit.

“Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, keep doing that and you’ll make me cum,” you truthfully whine out.

“God, sweetheart, already?” he asks, speeding up the movement of his finger as he tries his best not to rut against the bed, relieving the uncomfortability of his dick straining in his boxers.

“I’m an easy girl to impress,” you sigh out, giggling at your own statement and how truthful it actually was.

Without a doubt in your mind, you begin to rut against his face, trying to get yourself to the edge as quickly as possible, which was evidently working.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum,” you mewl out.

Eddie drills his finger in and out of your pussy, sucking on your clit and shaking his head back and forth, sending you into a spiral as you fall over the edge, whining out, “Eddie, I’m cumming, fuck!”

As you come down back to reality, Eddie looks up at you, gripping tightly onto your thighs, a smile on his face as your juices drip down from his mouth, falling off of his chin. “Fuck me baby, I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I’ve never cum that hard before,” you sigh out, still relieving in the height of your orgasm, “Guess it really is the person, not the action.” Exactly what he thought.

He licks up most of the juices on his face, crawling back up to you and connecting your lips in a soft kiss, you humming as you say, “I taste better on your lips.”

Eddie groans out at your words, “I’d love to be sweet with you and all angel, but I really need to be inside you right now.”

You nod, “Then do that,” you smile back, “I noticed you got a new packet of condoms the other week.”

He leans over to his beside table and rips open the packet, replying, “Yeah… Well, I felt like my research was coming to an end.”

He takes out the condom and rolls it onto his dick, pinching the end and looking down at you, “You want it just like this or—?”

“Extra lube? Just in case?” you ask nervously, Eddie nodding as he reaches over to grab the bottle and squirts some on top of the condom, rubbing it over the entirety of it, making sure it would be comfortable for the initial entrance.

This was the part you were most nervous about. This was where it all went wrong last time. But, you took the pre-cautions. You were already wet, Eddie had a condom on, and it was well lubricated. Eddie was a little over average in terms of length, which increased your worries. But, on the flip side, a little under on the girth, the part that would make the stretch worse if he was bigger.

Eddie lines himself up with your pussy, leaning his forehead against yours, whispering, “Please sweetheart, I beg of you, use that colour coding system. I’ve heard it hurts for most women, but it should soon fade away, okay?”

You breathe out, “Okay… I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

And that was the conformation he needed, slowly pushing into you, letting you take in the feeling and get yourself comfortable. “You doing okay?” he asks.

And for you, it wasn’t even that bad. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones, you don’t know, but it was more of a mild discomfort from the stretch rather than a sharp pain that the research told you. But again, Eddie being under average in his girth may have helped, something you were thankful for compared to how most women would have judged that.

“It’s actually not that bad,” you smile, “Just keep going slow, okay? We haven’t even gotten halfway yet.”

“Okay,” he nods, pushing in another two inches, the discomfort becoming a little bit stronger as you predicted, but not unbearable. It actually caused you to moan a little, something Eddie had been doing the second his dick pushed half an inch into your vagina.

“Only a bit more, okay sweetheart?” he says softly, you nodding as he slowly pushes in the final three inches, the discomfort subsiding into pleasure as you whine out.

“Fuck…” Eddie moans, “You are so incredibly tight.”

You giggle, causing yourself to clench around him, a growl erupting from his throat. God, he was vocal, and you loved every second of it.

“You can start moving now, my love.”

This was now where Eddie basically took over, his inexperience making him nervous, especially with how much he hurt you the last time. He wanted this time to be special. This was gonna be the first time for both of you, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin that. He needed this to be perfect with the girl he loved.

He tried his best to find a steady rhythm, but was struggling. It felt good, but he sighed out frustratedly, you noticing his change in demeanour, “Baby, look at me. Just go in and out, don’t worry about being fast or anything. Just set a pace,” you tell him, cupping his cheeks.

“Yeah. In and out,” he mumbles, slowly pushing in and out, the two of you moaning in sync as he repeats his motion, before he finds himself a rhythm that you both enjoy, noted by a series of whines an groans.

“That’s it, you got it baby,” you say, supported by a sigh.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he groans out, deciding that he could speed up now that he found a good rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, your head falling back against the pillows on Eddie’s bed.

You had always heard that wrapping your legs around your partner’s back would somehow push them even deeper, sending women spiralling down the route of an orgasm.

So, you tried it, reaching your legs around Eddie’s waist, pulling him in closer, hitting something at the back of your pussy that you could only describe as mind-blowing. “Harder, Eddie, please!”

And so he complied, pushing himself both deeper and harder into you, the boy falling apart on top of you. You could only imagine how good this felt for him.

But, once he changed angles, it was over for you. This is what the G-spot must’ve been. You could feel his dick sliding across the top of your vagina, hitting a spot that sent shivers down your spine.

The atmosphere was constant skin slapping against skin, a series of “Fucks” and “Shits” being moaned out by the two of you. You were praying to God none of the neighbours in the trailer park could hear any of this.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Eddie chokes out, his pace already faltering as you reply through broken moans, “Me neither baby, cum with me.”

He moves his hand down to rub your clit, making sure you reach your peak since his thrusts were no longer as hard as they were a mere few minutes ago.

That sensation combined with his dick brushing past your G-spot over and over again caused you to see stars, a loud whine erupting from your throat as you choke out, “Baby, I’m cumming!”

The feeling of your orgasm causing your walls to tighten around him pushes him over too, him stuttering before coming to a halt. You can feel his whole body shake against you, a loud groan mixed in with a whine being let out as his dick pulses in your pussy.

As you both come down from your highs, your pants are the only thing heard in the all but silent atmosphere. Eddie smiles, trying to not let himself fall on top of you as he lets out a “Whoa…”

“Yeah, whoa…” you giggle, Eddie slowly pulling out, taking the condom off and tying it up. “Shit, I don’t have a trash can in here…”

You laugh at him, “You don’t have one in here?”

He begins to walk out to the kitchen, yelling back so you can hear, “Why do you think I have all that shit lying around my room, sweetheart?”

As he appears back in the doorway, you’ve tucked yourself under the covers, replying with, “Good point.”

He shows his goofy smile, one where he shows off his teeth. Your favourite kind of smile on him. He tucks himself under the covers with you, the pile of clothes being left in the middle of his room. You could sort that out tomorrow.

Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead as you lay your head on his chest, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes, your mind fading away as the final words you mutter are: “I love you.”

And although you can’t see it, Eddie smiles widely, gripping you tighter as he leans his head on top of yours, whispering back, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

And that was the day he knew, you were definitely a keeper.

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goldenempyrean · 11 months

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"Bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?” and possibly "Blow your nose, I can’t understand what you’re trying to say.” with Nat getting miserably sick and cuddly after a mission?

Post-Mission Care

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〚 Pairing - Natasha x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When an exhausted Natasha needs some care after a mission you’re more than happy to oblige. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1400 〛

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Natasha rubbed sleepily at her eyes as she tried to focus on the pages of the book in front of her. She’d re-read the same page 3 times now and she was still no closer to understanding, to tell the truth nothing was really was really going in at all.

The mission had taken a toll on her. It had been a gruelling week, filled with intense physical exertion, long hours of surveillance, and constant tension. Natasha had pushed herself to her limits, as she always did, but this time it seemed she had pushed a little too far.

She had ignored the warning signs - fatigue settling in, her body feeling heavy, a persistent cough that lingered in the back of her throat. She had dismissed them all as mere inconveniences, insignificant compared to the mission's success. But now, those symptoms had amplified, leaving her feeling utterly miserable.

All she wanted was you. So with an exhausted sigh, the redhead dragged herself from her huddle blanket huddle on the to shuffle over to her landline. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, her fingers trembling slightly. With a mix of frustration and resignation, she dialled your number, hoping against hope that you would answer.

“Hey love.” The sound of your soft voice came down the phone bringing thick wave of relief

washing over Natasha.

“H-hey,” Nat croaked out, surprising herself with the broken state of her voice, she tried to clear her voice but ultimately ended up setting off into a flurry of coughs before continuing, “Can you come over please? I- I just wanna see you right now.”

Concern began to bubble up in your gut. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “Of course baby, I’ll be right there. Are you alright though ‘Tasha? You sound awful.”

Natasha let out a weak chuckle, the sound muffled by another round of coughs. "I think... I caught a cold," she managed to say between coughs. "Just feeling... really rough."

Her voice was strained and hoarse, and she couldn't help but feel frustrated by her own vulnerability. She was used to being strong and capable, always pushing through any obstacles in her way. But now, she was reduced to a sniffling, coughing mess.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," you reassured her, the worry evident in your tone. "Is there anything you need? Soup? Medicine?"

Natasha let out a raspy sigh, her throat aching. "Some soup would be great. And maybe... some tea with honey? And if you could pick up some cold medicine on your way, that would be a lifesaver." The normally composed and stoic Natasha Romanoff sounded small and vulnerable, and it tore at your heart.

You promised to gather everything she needed and quickly went about doing so and within 20 minutes you we’re waiting at her door with a backpack full of supplies.

Natasha mustered up the last of her energy to open the door, revealing her disheveled appearance. Her usually sleek hair was now messy and damp with sweat, clinging to her forehead. Her face was pale, accentuating the dark circles under her eyes, and she was wrapped in a thick blanket, shivering despite the warmth of her apartment.

As you entered, concern etched across your face, Natasha weakly smiled at you, attempting to hide just how awful she felt. "Thanks for coming," she whispered, her voice barely audible before she breath wavered off into a hitch, “Hih! -Hhup’tshiew! HhHh’tshhiu!”

"Goodness bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?” Your voice wasn’t able to mask your shock, it hurt a little to see your girlfriend so utterly miserable.

“I told you I wasn’t feeling very well.” She sniffled, rubbing at her red nose.

“Aw, I’m sorry darling. Come on, let’s get you laying back down.” You ushered her back down to the sofa where she sank back down into the comfort of the cushions, “Let’s have a look at my bag of goodies, shall we?”

A small smile spread across your lips at how Natasha seemed to perk up a little as you set your backpack in the space between the pair of you.

The first thing you pulled out were some packets of cold medicine - which she took as soon as you’d handed it to her - followed by two fresh boxes of tissues. Then you carefully pulled out a styrofoam container, to which the comforting smell of soup emanated from. Nat accepted it gratefully, taking off the lid to take a slow sip of the steamy chicken broth.

“This is really good.” She commented happily before taking another sip, “Thank you.”

You watched as Natasha savoured the warm soup, her expression softening with each spoonful. It seemed to bring her some comfort. All you wanted to do everything you could to make her feel better, but her congested voice made it difficult to understand her when she tried to speak.

"Here, blow your nose," you gently suggested, trying to hide the concern in your voice as you opened the tissue box for her, "I can't understand what you're trying to say."

Natasha nodded, setting the half-empty soup container aside and reaching for the box. She blew her nose carefully, the sound muffled by the tissue. When she was finished, she looked at you with watery eyes and attempted to speak again.

"I said, thanks for taking care of me." she managed to say, her voice still congested but slightly clearer. She coughed weakly before continuing, "I appreciate everything you're doing for me. It means a lot."

“You don’t need to thank me ‘Tasha.” You smiled, moving the bag out the way to let her lean against you, “I just wanna get you feeling better. Do you wanna save some of that soup for later and I’ll make you some tea? I brought that extra-sweet honey you like.”

Natasha nodded gratefully, allowing herself to lean against you for support. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice still strained but with a hint of warmth. "I could definitely use some tea to soothe my throat. And the honey... you always know how to make it just right."

You gently placed a hand on her forehead, checking her temperature. "You're still running a bit of a fever but the meds should keep bringing that down,” you observed softly. "Let's get you settled with some tea  then and I'll make sure you're all cosy and comfy.”

With gentle care, you helped Natasha settle into a more comfortable position on the sofa, propping up pillows behind her back and tucking a soft blanket around her. While you prepared the tea, she watched you with grateful eyes, appreciating every small gesture of care.

Soon, the aroma of chamomile tea filled the air as you poured the steaming liquid into a mug, carefully stirring in the honey until it dissolved. You brought the cup over to Natasha, the warmth radiating from it, and handed it to her with a gentle smile.

"Here you go, love," you said softly. "Sip it slowly. It should help soothe your throat and relax you a bit."

Natasha took the mug with both hands, bringing it close to her lips to inhale the comforting scent. She took a small sip, relishing in the soothing warmth that spread through her body. She couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for your presence and care, knowing she was in good hands.

As she continued to drink her tea, you settled next to her, keeping a watchful eye on her. You lightly ran your fingers through her hair, soothingly massaging her scalp, offering her the comfort and tenderness she desperately needed.

Natasha leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. The combination of the warm tea, your gentle touch, and the love she felt from you slowly began to ease her discomfort. She closed her eyes, taking in the moment, feeling safe and cared for.

Minutes turned into hours as you stayed by her side, supporting her through it all, making sure she was medicated and hydrated and even watched a few of her favourite movies together to distract her from her symptoms.

Throughout it all, you held her hand, offering her reassurance and love. Your presence alone made her feel stronger, reminding her that even the toughest of Avengers needed a night of care and rest. 

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claire-elvisgirl · 6 months

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MY LITTLE FRIEND 2/3

Summary: Elvis is your daddy’s best friend. He’s been around your family since you were a little girl, you practically grew up together never minding the age gap between you two. He starts to feel something for you. Is he ready to let his feeling go and ruin a long-life friendship?

Warnings: +18, age gap (f 20/m 33), sex sex sex, cuming, fingering

Word count: 1560

After a week Elvis got back to your house with the intention of seeing you again, but he obviously didn’t want your dad to know. So he sneaked in through the back door and looked for you. He came into your room and he saw you sitting on your bed reading one of your favourite books.

“Hey, sweet lips, ya missed me?” You jumped up and tried to scream, but Elvis covered your mouth with his hand. “Shhh!!! Don’t get me wrong y/n. I just wanted to see my favorite little angel again. Did ya like what uncle Elvis did to ya last time?” he asked removing his hand from your mouth.

“How did you get in here? What do you want?” you whispered.

“Y/n, I mean, how could ya forget about that? Ya know ya loved it! Ya wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would ya?”

You felt yourself giving in again. The memory of that day was coming back to you and you realized your body was reacting to his words. Elvis stood in front the door, preventing you from escape.

“Oh, don't ya worry that pretty little head of yours. I’l be gentle this time. In fact, I came here to apologise for what I did. It wasn’t right at all and I’m really sorry. I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman from now on, ya just wait and see. There's only one thing I ask of ya, y/n: let me take care of ya. Let me be your new daddy and I promise that your old man will never find out. Just be a good girl and do as I tell ya, okay, y/n?”

You tried to get away nervously: “Don’t touch me!”

“Oh honey, look how cute ya are! Ya know, I really don't want to hurt ya because you’re too pretty and sweet. You're like a little angel sent here just to take care of my needs. Ya know, I thought about ya all the time. Let's have some fun together. Otherwise uncle Elvis will have to give his little angel a nice spanking for being disobedient! And who knows? Ya might even like it…”

“Elvis listen...the last time we met, everything was a mistake, it was not right!”

“Maybe it wasn’t the right way, but…a mistake? Are ya serious? You're just playing a little hard to get, y/n. That's all. And don't ya worry, I know how to make ya change your mind, my sweet angel.”

Elvis grabbed you, push you on your bed and climb on top of you. “I think my little angel forgot something...don't make me get nasty with ya, because ya know the consequences of disobeying me! I don’t wanna hurt ya…I’m serious!”

You start to get scared but you can't do anything because you’re trapped under Elvis’ weight: “Give it up, y/n, give it up. Your new daddy needs ya. That's it...that's it...let it go...let yourself go...let go of everything and you'll remember how good it feels. Remember y/n, you're mine! Ya belong to Elvis now.”

“Elvis please don't...don’t stop!” you couldn’t help yourself anymore and you let Elvis do whatever he wanted. You started to lose yourself and you started to enjoy what he was doing, while your body reacted to his touch. Finally you offered him your lips and kissed him back while he went from calm and composed, to passionate and lusty. He got even more passionate while slowly removing your shirt and your bra. You felt helpless, but you were giving up completely to his control. You were accepting it…and you liked it.

He kissed you again, just like he did before, and you slowly gave in to him. You felt his lips on your body and you liked it more and more. You moaned with pleasure as Elvis took off your pants and touched your thighs. “That’s it, ya gonna need to learn how to let go baby. Because I'm not going to let ya up until you release all that tension building up inside of ya!” He kissed you again, his tongue pressing deeper into your mouth. Then he moved back down and took off your panties.

“Elvis wait!” you stopped him scared. “I have to tell you something!”

“What is it honey?” he asked looking right in your eyes.

“You would be the first one…I mean, I never…”

Elvis looked at you, surprised but pleased: “Y/n...ya mean this your first time!?”

You nodded and he smiled caressing your hair. “Well, in that case, we need to make it a special one, don't we? I mean, ya wouldn't do this with just anyone, but…ya wanna do it with me?” he asked gently.

“Yes!” you whispered.

Elvis pulled you even closer to him and he kissed your neck. You were enjoying it even more and you were not even thinking about your father anymore. You were not worried about getting caught, because you were in a different world now, with Elvis. He got up from you and felt a rush of adrenaline as he undressed completely and he realized he was finally about to have you all for himself. He got on top of you again, ready to do what he was always meant to do, but he stopped. He chuckled and caressed your cheek as he kept kissing you deeply.

“Wait, I have something else in mind for ya.” He sat up straight and guided you so that you straddled his lap facing him. “There is no better way to get some relief than riding a big strong man like me. Now, spread those thighs for daddy, okay?”. He smiled widely as he saw your naked body before him. “Good girl. Daddy loves seeing ya like this!”

He slid one hand under your butt cheek while using the other to guide his cock to your entrance. “Are ya ready my little princess? It might hurt a bit, but don’t worry, I’ll make ya feel better soon!”

You sat on his cock, letting him inside of you. Your first time. You bit your lips in pain and pleasure. He grabs your hips and he began gently to move your body up and down, in and out. “There you go baby girl. That's it. Relax that pussy baby, you’re so tight, let daddy take care of ya.” He kissed your neck softly as he picked up the pace. “Does daddy’s cock feel good inside of ya baby?”

You tried to answer, but your voice broke in your throat as he pushed him deeper inside of you. “It feels amazing doesn't it sweetheart? You're doing great, just keep relaxing and enjoy yourself.” He kept kissing your neck passionately as he fucked you harder. “Tell me how much ya love being fucked by daddy. Tell me who owns ya. Who does this pussy belong too?”

You tried to catch air, while answering him: “Y-you, daddy...it’s all…yours!”

“That’s a girl, all mine...now I want ya to beg for more. Tell daddy how much ya want his cock!”

You looked at him: “Daddy give it all to me, I beg you, I want you to cum inside of me!”

He laughed: “My my y/n, you're such a good little slut, begging for daddy's cock like this. Well, let’s see what I can do for ya!” He moved faster, making you feel on the edge of your orgasm. “I’m cumin’ daddy…I’m…”

He suddenly stopped you: “Not yet little one, not until daddy says so. Keep your pussy nice and tight for me. I want to feel every inch of ya wrapped around my cock. Don't ya dare to cum y/n, not until daddy gives ya permission. Now hold onto me tight and don't move. Can ya feel my cock stretching out your little pussy? And now...here it comes!”

He kept moving faster and after a second, he released inside of you, flooding your tight little pussy with his hot, sticky cum. You could feel it pulsing inside of you, coating every inch of your insides. “God, that feels so good!!” He pulled out, leaving you empty. Then he pumped two fingers inside of you and hit your g-spot repeatedly, while circling your clit with his thumb. You grabbed yourself to his shoulders. “God...what are you doing? oh fuck...” You were overwhelmed, you never felt such a deep pleasure in your life.

“Good girl. Daddy wants to see ya cum so hard that ya can't walk straight after that.” He thrusted his fingers inside of you forcefully, hitting your g-spot over and over again. You felt like you're going to pass out from the pleasure. Suddenly your walls clenched around his fingers, as you reached your orgasm with a shout. He milked every drop of pleasure out of you. He smiled proudly as he removes his fingers from your pussy. His hand was covered in your juices. He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean. “Good girl!”

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#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #60s elvis #elvis smut #this man will be the death of me #50s elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x reader #smutty fanfiction #fanfic

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dixongrimesgirl · 2 years

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Sex At Scoops Ahoy

You walk into Scoops Ahoy ready to spend the day watching your boyfriend work and every so often annoying him. He waves at you when you enter. You wave back. You walk up to the counter and after he's finished helping the people in front of you he leans over the counter and kisses you. "Hi, Princess. What are you doing here?" he asks. "I came to visit you." You reply with a smile. "Well, I'm glad your here." He says. "I'm just gonna go sit somewhere and read my book." You say as you walk over to an empty table and sit down. You open your purse and grab you book. All day all Steve is focused on is how short your shorts are. He keeps staring at your exposed thighs. "Hello?" Erica says in a sassy voice. "Yes hello" he finally says, snapping back to reality. " I want to the try the cookies n cream" she says. He rolls his eyes and gives her the sample. "Now I wanna try.." He cuts her off. "Robin can you handle this I have something to handle!" He calls to the back. "Lucky me." She says rolling her eyes but when she sees him walking over to you she just smiles and shakes her head. "Hey Princess!" he says sitting down next to you. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be working?" you ask. "I asked Robin to cover for me." he replies. You can see the lust in his eyes. "Steve." you say. "I've been watching you in your short shorts for hours I have 20 minutes and I need you. Please come with me to the back." he says with puppy dog eyes. You just can't say no to this boy. "Fine, but you have to be quiet." you say. "I can be quiet you're the one who's really loud." he replies as you both stand up. "Let's just agree that we're both loud and this is going to be a challenge for both of us." you say following him to the back.

He closes the door and immediately starts unbuttoning your shirt. You help him. He reaches around and unclasps your bra. He starts kissing you on the lips and then slowly trails down your neck and collarbone. He suddenly takes a nipple into his mouth and you let out a moan. You cover your mouth with your hand as he continues sucking your nipple before switching and giving the other one just as much love. He then unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down your legs. You kick them somewhere and he pushes you to sit down on the table. He kneels down between your legs and kisses and nips at your inner thighs. He's getting achingly close to your pussy which has you soaking your panties. "So wet for me." he says against you panties which causes you to moan again. He pulls them down and he tosses them across the room. He devours your pussy. His tongue darting into you and his thumb rubbing over your clit. You pull on his hair as you come, stifling the loud moans with your other hand. He swallows all of your cum and comes back up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls back to take off his uniform and boxers. You can't help but run your eyes over his hairy chest. He notices you looking and smirks. "Like what you see?" he questions. "You know I do." you reply. "Well I love what I see" he says causing you to moan when kisses your neck. He aligns himself with your entrance and pushes into you slightly. "More, baby." you say. "He thrusts himself into you filling you as much as he can. You stifle a cry behind your hands. He garbs you waist and pulls himself almost completely out of you before thrusting back in. He goes slow and gentle but you need more. "Steve. Faster." you moan. He does as he's told and speeds up. He is so close to his orgasm but he wants to cum with you. he brings his hand down and fingers your clit. You scream behind your hand his name as your orgasm rips through you. He cums with you groaning your name and trying to be as quiet as he can. You stay like that for minute as you both try to catch your breath. He pulls out of you causing you to release a small whine at the loss of connection but he captures your lips in a passionate kiss that lasts awhile before he pulls back and starts puting his uniform back on.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve x reader #Steve Harrington x reader smut #smut #Scoops Ahoy #Robin Buckley #Erica Sinclair #Stranger Things #season 3

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ask-games-from-a-weird-girl · 2 years

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Weirdly specific drabble prompts 2

It's time for a sequel: Prompts that just describe very specific situations. Or not. It depends, I guess.

1. "I just bought myself some new roller skates!"

2. "I think we can try skiing."

3. "I don't know, do you know that language?"

4. "We can travel to northern Europe!"

5. "Remember we are in Argentina, so it's winter here when it's summer in Europe."

6. "What is going on in that mansion?"

7. "I think we need to call a social worker if it's that bad..."

8. "I just need my mom right now."

9. "Just be quiet, and be my sister."

10. "I don't know how to skate on ice."

11. "Help me carry this ladder."

12. "I don't know, invent something!"

13. "I'll say we'll take the boat out. Just you and me."

14. "You just need to sign the adoption papers."

15. "I can read minds, don't forget that."

16. "We were never here! You're just dreaming!"

17. "Why are straight people like this?"

18. "If you want it all to be over, you have to get in the trunk."

19. "Get the gun!"

20. "Why are you staring at me sleeping?"

21. "We need to rehearse!"

22. "What's your character?"

23. "Where's the baby?"

24. "It looks so peaceful under water."

25. "We're finally at camp!"

26. "That is the most inappropriate thing I have heard!"

27. "Have you forgotten I hear everything?"

28. "My tablet! I need my tablet!"

29. "The pool looks nice."

30. "Why did I agree to babysitting..."

31. "None of us can drive, but I am the safest option."

32. "Nothing can be the same after what you just said."

33. "I got my period."

34. "Do you have to do it right now? We're in the middle of something here!"

35. "You have to change the diaper."

36. "I'm gonna shower."

37. "I think we're lost in the city."

38. "That reminds me of an early childhood memory..."

39. "Are any spirits with us tonight?"

40. "I have no use for this device."

41. "Something is evil with her."

42. "I am gonna wet myself."

43. "Get out of my room!"

44. "If someone finds out... especially if you know who finds out..."

45. "Lock the doors before anyone notices we're here."

46. "I was too little to understand it then, but now..."

47. "Yeah, that's my cousin!"

48. "You two seem like the most chaotic couple."

49. "Boys just never make me feel like that."

50. "Have you ever wondered if you like more than one gender?"

51. "This is my favorite book!"

52. "Do you wanna ride this with me?"

53. "I do love juice!"

54. "We can try ghost hunting our house!"

55. "Alright. Truth or dare?"

56. "Girls are strange."

57. "You're my brother, not my friend."

58. "So have you two...?"

59. "Please translate."

60. "Children are like that."

61. "I have a bike with two seats!"

62. "Having a picnic was a great idea!"

63. "Don't call, don't text..."

64. "Have we time traveled somehow?"

65. "Hold on tight, cause here we go!"

66. "This isn't my first language, so I am sorry for any errors I make."

67. "Wait, I gotta draw it!"

68. "Who took it? And why?"

69. "This position is really weird to be in."

70. "Lift me up!"

71. "Put me down!"

72. "I found this really strange book, look at this page!"

73. "In the end, it's us three huh?"

74. "I don't want any other friends!"

75. "I am getting too old for this..."

76. "I never realized how lovely the view is here."

77. "If you want, we can climb up on the roof."

78. "I have to inform you that your friend is in a coma."

79. "It's twins!"

80. "Shh! She's sleep talking!"

81. "I just need someone's phone."

82. "Sometimes a family can look like this."

83. "I'm gonna be clear: Are you gay?"

84. "Do you have your camera?"

85. "You can tell me as much as you want, no matter how childish it sounds."

86. "Can I have an autograph?"

87. "I am serious, I am gonna take this to the moon."

88. "This is not a romantic comedy."

89. "I feel like we will kiss if we go any closer."

90. "I am gonna eat this chili!"

#drabble prompts #prompt lists

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mcrb2dt-evans · 11 months

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Written in collaboration with @chrisevansonly , here’s how the night went for Teddy on his birthday🤭

••••••••••

Dani walked over to Teddy where she saw him sitting by himself at the edge of the pool and she sat down next to him “you know your super awesome birthday party is happening over there in the yard right?” He just shrugged. Dani nodded “I saw Elodie leave earlier, you happen to know anything about that?” He looked down “she’s going back to London..” “and you’re letting her go?!” Teddy snapped back “I don’t want her to go but she’s happy in London, she has a whole other life and she needs to live it..”

Dani rolled her eyes “you read her letter yeah? Did you two talk about that earlier?” He shook his head “I pretended that I didn’t read it” Dani yelled “What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re twenty two years old! Grow a pair already and tell her you love her!” “It’s not that easy Danica!” “Yes Theodore, it is!” She stood up “you’re about to miss out on the greatest person in your life all because you’re too scared to take a chance!” He yelled back “I don’t want to ruin our friendship especially if it doesn’t work out!” “You’re already ruining it by pushing her away dipshit!” He shook his head “just but out Nickie alright” Dani nodded “you know, I was really hoping that the evans gene that only runs in the males of this family to royally fuck their lives up would have skipped you but apparently it didn’t”

•••••••••••

“do you wanna talk about it?”

Elodie looked over at her dad who’d entered the room, Harry had watched her come home slightly deflated. He’d been the one person Elle would come to for anything, he really could read her like a book, maybe it had to do with Teddy’s party? He wasn’t sure

“it’s nothing I didn’t expect, I knew I shouldn’t have written that letter dad…why would I ever think he’d love me back?” Harry watched her pack her bags intently “How do you know that? Did you ask him about it?” “No. Didn’t have too, I just knew he didn’t, and that’s okay! Im going back to London anyway..”

Harry signed “You still have that offer from Harvard and Boston U, you sure you want to just pack up and leave?” “What’s the point in staying anymore.”

Harry would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t hurting for his baby girl, even their closest friends and relatives could see just how in love with each other Teddy and Elodie really were. There had obviously been some miscommunication between the two young adults, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still time to fix this.

“I don’t think you should give up petal, i’ve seen Teddy with you, he really does love you just as much as you love him…don’t give up” Elodie sighed shaking her head “I can’t ruin what we have now with a what if..”

“okay, I’ll respect whatever decision you make but just know i’m proud of you, i love you and any choice you make, mum and I’ll support you, even your brothers” Elle smiled thanking her dad by pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping her arms around him “thanks dad, i love you…i’ll be ready to leave in 20”

Harry simply nodded before leaving his daughter to have her privacy, secretly hoping that she’d give it one last go and let her heart be happy. Only time would tell if Elle would give it a go, or if she’d leave to London, only regretting that simple ‘what if.’

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You walked into the den and saw teddy laying on the couch watching a movie. You walked over to him and tapped his legs so you could sit down. He sighed “mama I know what you’re going to say but please don’t” you shrugged “I wasn’t going to say anything” Teddy sat up “..you weren’t..?” You shook your head “nope, you’re twenty two years old. You’re a big boy who can make his own decisions”

You both sat in silence for a moment, until Teddy broke it “what if it doesn’t work out mama?” You gave him a soft smile “and what if it does Teddy bear? You need to be brave enough to take that leap” you stood and kissed the top of his head before walking away.

Teddy sat contemplating until he picked up his phone and dialed Elodies number. It rang and rang but it went right to voicemail. He hung up and tried again and this time he was sent immediately to voicemail “shit..” he stood and ran to the front door, grabbing the first set of car keys he found and yelled “I’m going out mom! I’ll be back!” He slammed the door behind him and ran right to his fathers car. He got in and took off like a bat out of hell, hoping to catch Elodie before she left her home.

He made it to the styles’ home in ten minutes. He got out and ran right to the front door, frantically banging on it. Swinging open the door Teddy was met with Elijah, the middle styles child who smiled “Hey T, what’s up?” He could tell Teddy was out of breath and feeling quite frazzled

“Is Elle here?!”

Eli’s smile was then downturned at the reasoning behind Teddy’s erratic visit, he almost felt bad about the fact that he’d have to deliver the bad news “Oh shit….uh you just missed her by 5 minutes, im sorry Teddy, do you want to come in?”

Before Teddy could answer a sympathetic smile belonging to Eli’s mother appeared “Teddy, if you leave now you’ll be able to catch her, she’s gone to terminal 2 at the airport in Boston, her flight isn’t until 8:30 tonight, i told Harry to take the long way incase you’d show up”

There was a slight look of shock on Teddy’s face at Ro’s revelation to the situation, a blush spreading across his cheeks “You knew I’d show up…?” Walking over to the young boy standing in her front hallway, Ro patted his shoulder gently

“Bear, she’s loved you her whole life, you’re her entire world…I knew you’d come someday, don’t let her get away from you, I know you would bring her the stars if you could…you’re family, you always have been”

Teddy pulled Ro into a hug, a silent thank you for being such a constant friend and even like a second mother to him at times. He’d always been so thankful to have the space to be himself with Elodie, and Ro had been a big part in that, as much as his mother.

Elijah and Ro couldn’t help but laugh as he sprinted back out the front door, knowing and hoping he’d catch her before she left: truthfully Ro knew he would.

Teddy got back in the car and sped off, hoping he wasn’t too far behind Ellie. Flying down one of the back roads he saw a car up ahead and went faster to pull up beside it. Finally able to pull up along side it, he looked over and saw Elodie in the passenger seat. He laid his hand on the horn until it got her attention. Her eyes went wide when she saw him and Teddy watched her turn to her dad and motioned for him to pull over. Teddy slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road and jumped out as Harry pulled up behind the car.

When Teddy saw Elodie jump out with a furious expression he held his hands up “wait! Just hear me out okay?! Don’t go to London Ellie. I did read your letter and I feel stupid for pretending like I didn’t, I was scared to ruin this, to lose you as my best-“

He took a breath “I was scared to lose you. I love you Elodie, I have loved you every single day for as long as I can remember..” he walked closer to her “so please, don’t leave. Stay here, in Boston, with me”.

There were many things running through Elodie’s head at the moment, was Teddy’s confession real? It had to have been if he’d gone through the trouble of finding her before she made it to the airport

“I-Don’t…I don’t understand bear…you made it seem like you didn’t even care to read what I wrote, I kept wondering what you thought, if I had crossed a line, embarrassed myself…”

Teddy quickly shook his head, stepping closer, making note that Elle wasn’t moving away, a clear sign to take her hands in his, he wasn’t willing to let her move even an inch in fear she’d slip away once again, and secretly Elle was thinking the same thing.

“I know, and I’ll keep apologizing for as long as I need to, but I promise you…you’re it for me, every feeling and every emotion you wrote down in that letter, I feel it too…for you, and only you”

Blinking up at him she tried to rein in her racing mind, her heart beating rapidly in her chest before she looked down at their hands which were still intertwined

“What if it doesn’t work…what if you realize you don’t actually love me and I stay here instead of going back to London.”

Shaking his head he closed his eyes briefly “I don’t want to think about the what if’s, i’m tired of that, you love me right?” “So so much bear”. If he wasn’t listening to her so intently he would have missed it with how softly she spoke

“Then that’s what matters, nothing else, stay and we’ll take things day by day, I love you and that’s what counts, I won’t let you get away again.”

Elodie couldn’t help the tears that lined her eyes, never in a million years did she think she’d meet her person, the one who made her feel so special, so appreciated and so cared for like Teddy had been making her feel her entire life.

“I’ll stay”

Teddy couldn’t help the smile that broke out as he swiped a few tears from Elodie’s cheeks “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I love you bear…always have”

Teddy stroked the apples of her cheeks before he stilled. He leaned down and gently kissed her but stopped when he heard Harry clear his throat. Teddy and Elodie laughed and Teddy looked over at Harry “sorry Harry, I’ve just been wanting to kiss her for a long time but I’ll respect boundaries, I promise and I won’t hurt her, you have my word. Mama raised me right and even she would have my ass if I ever hurt Ellie”

Harry laughed, honestly he wanted to seem all tough and scary but knowing Teddy for as long as he had, seeing just how sweet he was with Elle, was enough to have him smiling seeing his baby girl as elated as she was

“Teddy, you never have to apologize to me, you make Elle the happiest she’s been and that’s what I care about.” Teddy nodded before Harry continued “Your family, you always have been, always will be no matter what. I know you’ll treat her the way she deserves, you’ve already been doing it since you were kids”

Harry smiled at the two of them, Elle squeezing her dad in a hug before returning to Teddy’s side, tucking herself against him “Now, i’m hungry and i’ve got a wife at home begging me for updates, you mind bringing her home later?”

Teddy smiled, looking down at Elle before shaking his head “Not at all.” “Only if I get to play my music…?” Teddy and Harry both laughed, obviously she would get to play her music“I think that could be arranged”

As Elle watched her dad get into his car and drive away, she couldn’t help but bring Teddy in for another kiss, a smile on her face when they pulled away “Thank you for never letting go Bear”

He kissed her again “never ever Ellie jelly belly” she laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. They started walking back to Teddys car and just before they got in Elodie spoke “you know our mothers will never ever let this go right? Like we’ll be hearing about this for the rest of our lives” Teddy laughed and nodded “yeah but I’m looking forward to hearing it for the rest of our lives”

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nochi-quinn · 1 year

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campaign 3 episode 58: brb flying to la to steal matt's shins

I got sick again today but I'M TRYING

they got him!!

"we really should give all our producers a raise"

marisha that top

I believe the trope is magipunk but obvs I haven't seen it yet

HOWEVER magipunk is one of my favorite tropes so I'm hoping

game now called Taliesin's Baby

I hate literally every second of this

"teeth, tentacles and terror" hate that too

mapphew strikes again

"the trees have bones"

"we had a real estate agent but they ghosted us" BOO

"it's a bit much"

"I think you grabbed the one that was too big"

augh the wolf snouts coming out of it

"six :D"

HATE THAT NOISE

matt's noises are also hurting my brain so this tracks

nobody gets freaked out by legendary actions like travis gets freaked out by legendary actions

"BUT THAT'S METAGAMING"

"he's actually half butts"

matt says Make Expensive Choices

why does laura sound like she's on Old Timey Radio

I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO

it's a Wet Monster it should take double from lightning

Chew Again

BIT IT AND QUIT IT

"how many of its butts fell off"

guiding bolt upp the butt(s)

FEARNE

"matthew how DARE you roll a natural 20"

NINE

FRIDA

somebody curse matt's dice

trade matt's dice with laura's

frida pulling every available feat out to throw at the meat tower

Action Surge Sharpshooter Grit Point is the fighter version of Reckless Great Weapon Master

"please gif that"

"aRe YoU uSiNg ThE sAmE dIcE"

"say parmesan if you want me to hit him" "PARMESAN"

"OKLAHOMA SAFE WORD"

a whole lot of rules just got flung around and I zoned out in self-defense

"a weird divacup for this massive period stain"

AUNT FLOW

"does it have eyes" "occasionally" "you can't SAY THAT"

hey I hate it

"a roll I wish I had failed"

gay

"tree trunk of skin" [lenny]

"it's not the holy grail!" "if you read enough dan brown - kinda!"

liam is here in spirit

AND ON SAM'S GAS CAN APPARENTLY

"GIVE HER BANGS"

"no, we just got the art"

oh hate

oh HATE

please run. please leave.

it is going to Eat You

"I rolled a 1 but it comes out to 23"

this is the closest we've gotten to matt breaking out an hourglass in a while

"paper - not being humanoid - because it's a piece of paper - "

"it's nOT A DILDO"

"frida - take this down"

CHRISTIAN

"and then I burn the notes and leave" okay arkhan

"just be a little smarter, okay?"

and then it WORKED

"this gargamel motherfucker stealing smurfs"

"I've never read a book. I'm actually older than books."

not the dot matrix printer

"be careful, link….the yuck moon rises once again…"

"I only saw her from the back but my god was she beautiful"

"abs for days"

COBOSO

"I don't know why wizards would have abs"

"it was very sad, he died, clearly"

irl gifts IRL GIFTS

SHIRTS

"I invented polyester"

and in the COLOR SCHEMES

"it's segmented, sepratated" sasha nein's mindscape

"you're a mess"

don't chase the rabbit!

if there are stars when you look down -

everybody gets presents

"it's a sweatshirt made out of wood"

YOU ARE WHO YOU CHOOSE TO BE

"one more?" "…….ka-put"

EVERYBODY GETS PRESENTS

eabria come get your smut

their collective quest to get travis to turn into a tomato

I can't believe this is canon

they almost have to swap back now right. right? this is such a good place to wrap up. please return the other half of the table.

thank you for not being That Guy matt

;-;

HEY MATT??

YOU'VE SUFFERED A TERRIBLE FATE HAVEN'T YOU

the RED END

did fcg just become a champion?

IS DEANNA BEING MADE A CHAMPION?

gods going through their whole rolodex sending out SOSes

I forgot how much of a dick pelor is

I'm sorry, the ~dawnfather~

wait is the spider queen freaking out at opal? is this a disaster on both sides of the aisle?

where's opal, I wanna talk to opal

imogen is the kid who grew up secular and heard about every different religion from pop culture osmosis

(imogen is me)

it's a Stuff-Doing-Coin

see in scripted media her giving him the ring would be an enormous death flag. it still kind of is because I'm a paranoid panda but still

you have to give travis the inventory it's the rules

SDKJFLKSD

matt

THE RTA

sam sploded

this is tonight's real lore drop

just throw a dart at the map

it does DAMAGE?

"why does he say it like that"

MATTHOLOMEW MERCER

"WHAT'S NEW JERSEY"

liam's not even here to do the accent

"that's more fun" FOR WHO

NO FUCK YOU

LAURA

MATT

I HATE EVERYONE HERE

"I can't tell if she's doing a bit"

BEEN A WHILE SINCE I WANTED TO FIGHT THEM IN THE PARKING LOT AFTER THE SHOW BUT HERE WE ARE

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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like I said, you’ve been so sweet to anybody sending you messages about inclusivity.. it really made me comfortable enough to send you an ask about it :)

Also, just wanna add that I completely understand writers writing from like, their perspective. I know inclusivity has been really important to many writers, which is so awesome! but of course it would be really hard to write form a POV you’re not really familiar with. So that’s totally understandable!

Being tall and curvy and also spending years being really insecure about it, you just notice these small things I mentioned in the original ask! And I’m never going to be mad about that or anything, I’m just so glad to even be able to read what you amazing writers are creating! But sometimes it does get to you a bit, in like an “aww…” way? Because so often, it’s just everywhere. Books and fanfics and movies..

I feel like that one Taylor Swift lyrics like “Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby, and I'm a monster on the hill” 😂

I’m in my 20s now and still learning to be okay with it. That I’m always just going to be a “big” person because I am tall and curvy and I’m trying to learn to just be proud of it.

So yeah, I really appreciate you always working on being inclusive and accommodating to us. You’re really such a kind person. Thank you for making us little anons so comfortable :)

And thanks for the little discussion about this topic! It was really nice to be open about this kinda stuff with someone, even if I’m an anon.

Now, I cannot wait to read more blue jeans & Texas dreams Joel and more Gwen and Joel! And your new series too! And all the Javi requests! I’m literally so excited about absolutely anything you post haha! And again, please take your time and no rush at all!

So much love to you!! ♥️♥️

Hi love!! Sorry for the late response, I was finishing up chapter 5 of blue jeans 😵‍💫

I’m incredibly happy to hear that you felt comfortable enough to send the request to me! I truly want to make this as safe of a space as I possibly can make it for everyone <3

I have honestly briefly thought about writing something where the reader is plus-sized and I just haven’t gotten around to doing it. Plus, it is definitely intimidating when it is an experience I have never lived through but my hopes are that I am able to do it justice.

I can tell how important this is to you, and I think it’s wonderful that this topic of conversation can be discussed in an open manner. Honestly, I truly just enjoy being able to have these kinds of conversations on here, because I really want people to feel loved, supported, and heard.

There is definitely a lot of petite/small/thin characters in fan fiction/movies/society in general. I wish it wasn’t the general norm because not two people look the same. Everyone has a different body type and shape and so why should one be considered the norm/beautiful and the other not? It has always bothered me.

Javi P will be worshipping every inch of your beautiful skin, I promise 🩷

Your kind words are absolutely melting my heart right now. 🥹 I’m so glad we were able to discuss this and I’m sending all the love your way!

Thank you for enjoying my content and sharing these important things with me. All the love to you my dear!

♡ ♡ ♡

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futureghost97 · 1 year

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@thelittlest-lynx tagged me but I always feel awkward tagging people so I’m just gonna leave this here 🫣

Your Name: Molly

Your Star Sign: Scorpio sun, Leo moon, Gemini rising. For your own well-being please stay away from me I beg of you

Last Thing You Listened To: Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers because I am mentally ill!!! Yes I had to go on YouTube to listen to it because it’s no longer on Spotify!

What Are You Wearing: cow print boxer briefs and my “little miss hot mess” tee shirt bc I didn’t pack pajamas for my trip to my parents’ house this weekend. like an idiot. edit: this was written in the dead of night but posted in the morning so now I am in my flouncy pink gingham dress and a pink raincoat bc I am cold and didn’t pack a sweater for my trip to my parents’ house this weekend. like an idiot.

How Tall Are You: 5’9” baby

Piercings: 20

Tattoos: none yet :(

Glasses: none yet… my vision has gotten noticeably worse the past few months so that’ll probably be an investment for next school year

Last Drink: a mug of ginger ale bc ✨nauseous on this holiday✨

Last Thing I Ate: Uhhhh I had some craisins this morning

Pets: none of my own yet :( I need to double my income before I can afford a cat

Do You Have A Crush On Anyone: Yes, he knows, his blog got nuked, I miss him, I’m being normal about it. (I’m not being normal about it, at all times of day I just wanna talk to him, it’s pathetic I’m pathetic everything is fine)

Favorite Fictional Character: Sophie Hatter from Howl’s Moving Castle

A Movie You Think Everyone Should Watch: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind would either break or heal you. either way you should do it and let me know the results

A Book You Think Everyone Should Read: I think everyone should read Frankenstein but that’s just me! It is actually required (attempted) reading if you’d like to be my partner, I’m not asking you to enjoy it BUT I am asking you to try it 🥰

#asked and answered #kind of

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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MC's Chuck E Cheese Birthday Party!

(Feat. The Demon Bros and Luke)

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Lucifer

Did everything in his power to try to talk you out of choosing Chuck E Cheese's as your party destination, but,,, it's what you wanted, so,,,

He'll sit in a booth and watch you like a moody parent. That is, until Mammon harasses him into joining in on the "fun".

LONG, DRAMATIC SIGH,,,,, if he has no choice, he supposes he could play a few games and give you whatever he wins.

Satan somehow managed to convince him to play air hockey, and Lucifer surprisingly agreed. Yeah he was suspicious of his gremlin brother’s intentions, but it’d probably be fine.

What was supposed to be a friendly game between brothers has turned into an all out war. Their blinding speed turns the puck into a blur, and they’ve gathered a crowd-

Lucifer wins, but he doesn’t have a chance to celebrate because someone throws a fucking slice of pizza at the back of his head

Mammon

This isn't what HE would've chosen, but he guesses it's fine. An arcade means gambling in some way, right?

Makes a beeline for the coin drop game. He loves also loves the games that give you a 20% chance of winning a jackpot of some kind and honestly?? He's fucking GOOD... when Asmodeus isn't constantly poking his sides and making him mess up.

It takes him no time to figure out the algorithms of those games and now he's raking in all the tickets. Staff is suspicious as hell

Especially when they see a grown man walk up to the prize counter with his arms full of tickets, no children in sight.

"MC! Get over here and pick out some prizes! I won all this for yet birthday, so let me spoil ya!"

Ok thank you for the hundreds of stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys Mammon

Levi

See, Levi was excited when you suggested going to a human world arcade, but he didn't think you meant.... something like THIS. Why don’t any of the dance games have songs by Ruri-chan??? What a waste...

But it's still technically an arcade, so he might as well enjoy it since he couldn't go home. And maybe he could impress you by earning a ton of tickets! These human world arcade games are gonna be a cakewalk.

...Is what he thought, until he realized that the controls were so worn from millions of children manhandling them that he couldn’t play at all! Why couldn’t these stupid normie games cooperate?!

But the thing that finally made him snap was when a little kid told him he sucked.

Cue Levi abandoning all moral principles and absolutely OBLITERATING this toddler at Frogger. You think he won’t go all out against a baby?? You are wrong.

It’s not about morals, MC. It’s a matter of his pride as a gaming master, so please stand back while he makes a human child cry.

Satan

See, Satan is all for celebrating the way you want to (and he's good at pretending like he's not bothered), but he can't really say that a pizza and sweat scented arcade full of screaming children is the best place to read a book

Regardless, it’s pretty funny watching you run around like an excited little kid, dragging everyone around to the nearest game.

Then he gets the great idea of harassing Lucifer into playing air hockey with him. “It’s MC’s birthday, so why don’t we let loose a little?”

All hell breaks loose and now they’ve attracted the attention of a crowd of amazed children, all according to plan. How humiliating would it be for Lucifer to lose in front of CHILDREN?

Thought he was slick and cursed the puck to move away from Lucifer every time he tried to hit it, but somehow he’s?? still winning???

Satan would’ve been pissed off if not for the mysterious slice of pizza that came sailing through the air and hit Lucifer in the back of the head

Asmo

The tables are sticky. Everything smells weird. Children are everywhere. Everything is so flashy and gaudy that it’s giving him a headache-

This wasn’t Asmo’s party destination of choice, but... well.. it’s fine as long as he sticks to you, right?

Also refuses to touch anything because as familiar as he may be with sticky surfaces, this ain’t it chief.

Since he’s so bored, he decides to Mammon, constantly poking and tickling him so he’ll loose at the games he’s playing, and runs away when he’s attacked

Soon enough though, Asmo excuses himself to the bathroom, thinking no one notices how he’s dragging a staff member toward the supply closet-

Eventually comes back to tell you that he set something up, so now you can get whatever prize you’d like!

Beel

Pizza pizza pizza pizza pizza pi-

Yeah, Beel is fine with wherever you wanna go for your birthday. It's your special day after all! So when you suggest whatever the hell 'Chuck E Cheese' is, he's just happy you're happy

Also wants to know what kind of cheese they have. Asks you if Mr. Chuck himself can be eaten. Sad when you say no....

At the end of the party, you notice that the other staff members are whispering amongst themselves about the sudden disappearance of a certain rat mascot.

Beel is sweating. Why is there stuffing on your shirt collar, Beel.

Oh man oh no, Lucifer got hit with pizza! Beel thinks he should go over there and eat it for him. Sorry, gotta go-

Belphie

Belphie wasn’t a big fan of your choice for a birthday destination, mostly because there was no way he’d be able to sleep with all the music and screaming going on, but who is he to argue against your decision?

Besides, he soon realizes that the sky tunnels are the PERFECT nap spot, save for the occasional kid crawling over him.

It also gives him a bird’s eye view of everything that’s going on, including the intense air hockey battle between Lucifer and Satan.

Hey wouldn’t it be funny if he uhhh threw a slice of pizza at Lucifer’s head lmao yEET

Seeing Lucifer’s reaction is everything he needed to turn this day into an even better one. Now he can sleep peacefully <3

Falls asleep and gets left there on accident because no one can find him

Luke

Belphie is literally blocking Luke in and he can’t eSCAPe

All he did was follow a kid into the tunnels! They looked so fun that he couldn’t resist, despite his many claims that he wasn’t a child and shouldn’t be treated as such.

But when he saw you waving at him from one of the tunnel windows, he became determined to crawl to every window he could find and wave from there, too.

Then Belphegor came along.

How can anyone sleep so soundly?? He’s been smacking, shoving, and poking the sleeping demon but nothing is working! Time to cry-

Also gets left behind because no one can hear him screaming.

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moon3thereal · 3 years

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Request for natasha x reader. So the avengers going on a road trip for some time off. 1 hour in Natasha is sleeping and you know she has a hard time falling asleep most times so you don’t want to wake her and nobody seems to bother that she is sleeping, after awhile she starts snoring softly that later turns into loud snores so the others starts to get really annoyed with her and really just wanna throw something at her. But you won’t allow them so when the others also try too sleep they can’t because she’s so loud. When you arrive where you were headed too you wake her and she’s feeling rested and good but everyone else is really grumpy and rude against her, even you feel a little grumpy Natasha is all like “I don’t snore” and then you just show her footage of her snoring incredibly loud and she is just really embarrassed. End in fluff:)

Title: Golden Holidays

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: suggestive comments, cursing

a/n: I wrote this in the middle of my writer's block so it may not be my best fic but I hope you guys enjoy! thank you for the request anon <33

P. S. My requests are open, however, don't forget to check out my request guidelines first before sending in an ask! Thank you <3

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Being an Avenger wasn’t always glorious world saving and posing for magazine covers, it also entailed a not so appealing side of an enormous workload and an unbelievable amount of paperwork especially for you and Natasha since you were both S.H.I.E.L.D agents on top of being Avengers. In this rare occasion on which all of you had time off, all seven superheroes had agreed to take some time off work by going on a road trip. You’d laughed so hard, spilling coffee all over your shirt when Steve had first suggested a relaxing road trip. Keeping the seven superheroes in an enclosed space for 4 hours wasn’t a good idea unless you were asking for chaos and destruction then it’s the perfect solution.

Surprisingly, the avengers, including Natasha and Tony (after some persuasion) had agreed to going on a road trip to Chicago of all places. After you were done being astonished over the fact Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, your girlfriend had agreed to be in a car with people she mildly tolerated for four hours, you hesitantly agreed, convincing yourself it would be a fun experience and that it wouldn’t be all that bad considering you did need to bond more if you were to keep the world alive alongside these individuals.

Packing a few clothes, extra for Natasha since you knew that the woman would never wear her own clothes and your closet was basically Natasha’s. Your shoulders tensed instinctively when you heard a tiny creak of the door, your hand prepared to find the comforting grip of the dagger you knew you’d find at the waistband of your jeans. Recognizing the pattern of the soft steps, you relaxed and turned around, giving your girlfriend a chaste kiss on the lips. Seeing her pout, you laughed and shook your head at her “should I brush up on my ability to sneak up on people more? Why do you always notice me?” she frowned

You raised an eyebrow in amusement “you’re not the only spy here Romanoff, plus I can recognize the pattern of your footsteps” you said lightly and she plopped herself on your shared bed dramatically and huffed in defeat. The redhead opened her mouth to say something and you silenced her with another kiss, propping yourself above her and whispered against her lips “I’ve already packed your things” you replied to her unasked question. Flipping you over, she flashed you her signature smirk “well I guess that gives us plenty of time to do some other things then” pressing her lips against yours, it was safe to say Natasha properly tired you out that night.

The next morning, all of you were piled into a truck, your cases at the back and Natasha and you bullied everyone else into letting you have the back seats all to yourself while Thor, Bruce and Clint took up the middle seats and Tony was in passenger seat while Steve drove. It started out pretty peaceful, quiet chattering to each other while iconic 80s music played in the background, you letting out occasional chuckles while focusing on your crocheting while Nat read a book

About an hour in, the chatter had subsided into a comfortable silence with quiet humming along to ABBA. Small snores from the sleeping redhead brought you back from your trance. You smiled at her and stroked her red locks lightly, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her neck. It started off as light, cute snoring which you found adorable. But it had gotten progressively louder to the point you could see the team starting to get antsy and letting out huffs of frustration when their own sleep was disrupted by the snores of your girlfriend

After 20 minutes of Natasha’s snores filling up the silence, tony had groaned and turned back to you “will someone please throw something at her” he said, annoyance lacing his voice. “Hey shut up, let her sleep, use your super nano tech whatever earbuds” you said placing a hand protectively on Natasha’s thigh. They all rolled their eyes, but they still knew better than to wake the sleeping assassin, none of them wanting to invoke your wrath when there was nowhere to run.

The next 2 hours was all six of you trying to no avail to fall asleep and curses threw Natasha’s way which you silenced with a glare. Finally reaching the hotel you were going to be staying at, you woke Natasha, shaking her shoulders with a yawn. Even you were exhausted and slightly grouchy. Natasha gave you a loopy smile which you answered with a half-hearted one where the other avengers just threw her dirty glares for denying them their much needed rest.

In the elevator, Natasha was fawning over the paintings while the others watched her energy unbelievingly “Nat, not everyone is as energetic as you are, so if you could tone it down a little” Clint said tiredly. She looked at him indignantly, turning to you for support, you shook your head and mouthed “you’re on your own”

Once you were in your respective rooms, you were obviously sharing one with Natasha. She huffed as she dragged in the last bag “why was everyone being dickheads today” she said, an annoyed crease in her brow. You wordlessly held your phone up to her face, a video of her snoring playing on your screen “you’ve been at it for like 3 hours” you said eyebrows raised

Natasha’s cheeks flushed red as she tried to act nonchalant “I don’t snore” you flopped onto the comfortable hotel bed, already half asleep and nodded “sure babe” she shook off her embarrassment and crawled in bed next to you “you want to break this bed in?” she asked in a teasing tone. You turned to face her, incredulity displayed on every feature of your face “you have the audacity to ask for sex now??”

“baby I was joking!”

“yeah you better fucking be-”

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t0shii · 3 years

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ღ — cuddling hcs

.! shinsou, denki, shoto, bakugou, mina, sero, uraraka (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! shinsou the cuddle king 😩

shinsou

— we ALL know toshi is THE best cuddler in ua

— i think he likes spooning and he's usually the big spoon

— likes kissing your shoulder and your neck

— but he keeps his room cold

— so his body might be warm but his nose, hands and feet are always ice cold

"toshi stop your hands are cold." you complain as you feel his hand sneak up your shirt and rub up and down your side, "can't help it." "you could just not have your hand under my shirt, y'know." he scoffs, "too bad, i like this though." "your hand is cold shinsou." he scrunches his face, "don't call me that, it's toshi or baby to you." you laugh, "baby or toshi, got it." "good." he smiles proudly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "sorry baby." "it's alright just don't do it again, there will be consequences." "uh oh, like what?" "like i'll never kiss you again for a week." you gasp, "you wouldn't dare!" "i would dare." "that's horrible!" "i know, so you better not call me that again." you nod, "alright, i learned my lesson."

denki

— when denki's tired denki cuddles

— he's clingy too

— he likes to rest his head on your chest

— and have his arms wrapped around your waist

— traces little lightening bolts on your back with his finger

— falls asleep hella quick

"hi babe!" denki exclaims, flopping himself onto your bed, "hi kami." he turns his head to look at you, "whatcha doin'?" "i was about to take a nap." his eyebrows raise, "oh really? i guess i have to join you now." he grins, scooting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, "are you even tired?" "nuh uh, but i wanna be with you.-" you nod, fingers running through his hair causing him to hum, "-i missed you." you giggle, "missed you too." after he lays his head on your chest he'a out like a light, "'not tired' huh?" you tease, moving some hair out of his face, "you're lucky you're cute.... and warm."

shoto

— i mean cmon we all know he's a amazing at cuddling

— the perfect temp

— at first he was a little awkward but after a few times he's a pro

— likes when you lay on top of him n he can have a hand rested on your lower back

— likes to read while you cuddle if you're not both napping

for you and shoto, a rainy day meant lounging around the dorms, that's why you both lay on the couch listening to the rain tap on the window, though he's reading. he's startled when you jolt, waking yourself up, "something wrong?" he moves his so he can see you clearly, "mhm, i didn't mean to fall asleep." you answer, laying your head back down on his chest. he hums in response, a warm hand rubbing circles on your lower back as he goes back to his book. it doesn't take long for you to doze back off as he begins to read aloud to you.

bakugou

— also likes when you lay on top of him

— but likes when you're face is in the crook of his neck

— dont tell him i told you but he loves when u kiss his neck

— just lil kisses nothing major

— will tell you to stop but secretly hopes you don't

you lay on bakugou, a blanket thrown over the both of you, his hands using your back as a rest as he scrolls through his phone. "quit that, y/n." he growls, "quit what?" you reply, smirk on your lips. he groans, "you know what, idiot. stop." you chuckle, "okay okay." you adjust your head on his shoulder but not even five minutes later you're pecking his neck again. he shuts his phone off, tossing it somewhere else on the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, "i told you to stop." he whisper into your ear before resting his forehead against your shoulder though he doesn't complain as you continue.

mina

— loves when you lay your head on her chest

— she loves the feeling of protecting you

— so i think she'd be the big spoon

— except you're facing eachother

"so how was your day?" mina asks, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt, "tiring." she pouts a your response "we should take a nap then, hm?" she starts drawing hearts on your back, "just for an hour, i have to study for tomorrow's exam." mina nods, "i'll set an alarm." but she doesn't and you end up sleeping for three hours, how can you be mad at her though? "i just wanted you to get some rest baby, you deserved it." she mumbles, frown on her face eyes glossy, afraid you're upset with her. "i'm not mad you, princess. thank you for taking care of me." she immediately lightens up at your words, arms wrapping around your waist, "i just love you so much."

sero

— your head on his chest. please.

— runs his finger tips up and down your back

— watches tiktoks with you

— or random ass yt videos he finds interesting

"look babe, watch this video. i saw it last night and i just had to show you" sero says, suddenly causing you to look over to his phone screen, "look it's just a complication of cute baby animals, as soon as i saw it i thought of you- watch, watch." you watch the 20 minute video with him, "that was cute hanta." "wasn't it? i thought of you when i saw it." "when'd you watch it?" "i dunno it was like 3:00am and i couldn't sleep." you hum in response, "there's more if you wanna watch em, i haven't seen those though." he offers, scrolling through the selection, "really hanta?" "....what?" "of course i wanna watch them." "okay good, i was gonna watch them regardless but it's better with you."

uraraka

— like bakugou's but she's the one laying on you

— loves when you have your hands resting on her lower back or your arms wrapped around her waist

— makes her feel secure n safe

— and kiss her neck too

— she gets so shy omg

"baby, c'mere." you open your arms and motion uraraka over, he does, crawling on top of you before resting her cheek on your shoulder, "did you need something?" she asks, "nuh uh, just wanna cuddle is that okay?" she lets out a breathy giggle, "fine with me." a comfortable silence falls between the two of you, almost coaxing her to sleep until she feels you kiss her neck once, and then again... and again, at this point she can't fight the blush on her cheeks and she's about to tell you to stop until you speak up, "you know i love you right?" your question only reddens her cheeks even more. "mhm." she lets you continue with the kisses on her neck, "i love you too y/n."

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queenshelby · 3 years

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Just Friends - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 5034

Foreword:

I have never written anything for an actual person. For my own comfort, I will not be referring to Cillian’s actual family and, instead, I have created two small biographies for the Reader and Cillian.

Biography:

The Reader:

The Reader is 24 years old and recently moved to Dublin with her 5 year old son, Max in order to take up a fantastic job offer.

Max’s father isn’t interested in a relationship with his son and separated from the Reader pretty much as soon as she found out that she was pregnant.

The Reader is a novelist and editor for the Irish Times.

The Reader’s interests include books, listening to records, theatre and attending live music gigs.

The Reader has a close relationship with her grandmother who is 65 years old and a writer herself. She also lives in Dublin with her second husband, who is originally from Galway.

Cillian:

Cillian is 42 years old in this story. He is divorced from his wife Siobhan and has two kids, Charlie (6) and Hendricks (8).

He lives in a town house in Dublin and shares custody.

In this story, he finished filming Season 4 of Peaky Blinders about three months ago, which is when the Reader first met him.

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JUST FRIENDS

Three and a half months ago you moved to Dublin to take a position as editor at the Irish Times. Initially, the move was daunting to you as you were a single mother and moving your son to a different preschool concerned you.

Fortunately, your grandmother was living in Dublin as well and offered to help you with looking after your son, Max. She was a retired novelist herself and you always had a close relationship with her. Having her around was a blessing.

Over the years, you also met some Irish writers and established good relationships with them. Therefore, finding friends in Dublin was not an issue.

One of your best friends was a play writer from London and was working in Ireland at the time, promoting her theatre play called ‘Blessings’. She introduced you to a bunch of people, most of which were working in the entertainment industry in some way or another.

Whilst all of your new found friends were a fair bit older than you, you related to them. You had interests in common and most of them had children, just like you. They understood that sometimes plans had to be cancelled and flexibility was limited. Having children is a commitment which many of your younger friends didn’t understand. You weren’t interested in late nights because a young child meant early mornings. For this reason, you would much rather attend a dinner and board game night as a opposed to a night club.

And this is how you met a very interesting man named Cillian. Three months ago, your friend Orla invited you to a board game night with a couple of her friends. Cillian was pretty much the only other single person in attendance and, since this was a board game that had to be played in teams of two, you and Cillian were paired up with him.

He was funny and smart and very attractive. You had a good time that night and even won the game with your combined knowledge of random trivial facts.

He was a fun person to be around and you had several common interests.

Over the next few months, you spent a fair bit of time together, mostly with other friends but sometimes alone when your friends were doing things as couples with their partners.

Just recently, you went record shopping together and the weekend before last you and another friend of yours would take all of your kids to Dublin Zoo for the day. Your son Max developed a great friendship with Cillian’s youngest son Charlie. Playdates were a common occurrence.

While both of you separately explored the dating world, you really enjoyed Cillian’s company as a friend and he enjoyed yours and you would often chat about the mishaps you encountered and laugh about them. Dates gone wrong was one of your favourite topics.

The last relationship Cillian had was with a co-worker, which was far from ideal. They’ve met on set of one of his movies about a year after he divorced from his wife, but things didn’t go as planned and the relationship didn’t last. It ended about four months ago, being just one month before you met.

The last relationship you had was over a year ago and it also didn’t last as your boyfriend couldn’t deal with the fact that you were a single mum and that your son always came first.

For Valentines Day this year, your friends set up dates for each of you. It was disastrous. Neither of you were interested in committing at this point and you both were rather flustered about your friends’ efforts after you both had told them not to bother.

You were happy singles.

Theatre Night

As happy singles, you decided to go and see your friend’s new play ‘Blessings’ with some of your other friends on the night you all managed to be child free for once. It took a while to organise but was worth the effort.

‘Hi Max, how was preschool?’ Cillian asked as he opened the door to your townhouse for Cillian while you were in the bathroom, putting up your hair.

Max met Cillian numerous times and got along with him very well. After all, Cillian had a son the same age as Max.

‘Good. Do you want me to show you what I made?’ Max asked while you waived at Cillian from the bathroom.

‘Absolutely, show me’ Cillian said with a smile as he followed Max into the living room.

‘Look’ Max said as he held up two paintings.

‘Wow, is that a T-Rex?’ Cillian asked, causing Max to nod with excitement.

‘That’s very cool…he looks super scary’ Cillian added just as there was another knock on the door.

It was your grandmother who was here to pick up Max for his sleepover at her house.

You opened the door and asked Max to get his bag from the living room which you had packed for him earlier.

‘Nan, this is my friend Cillian’ you said as you introduced Cillian to your grandmother.

‘Hello Cillian, I am Margot. I loved Grief is a Thing with Feathers. It was such an intense play’ she said, knowing right away who he was despite the fact that you had never mentioned him to her before.

‘Thank you Margot and I loved By The Sea, it was a fantastic book’ Cillian responded. He read the book after you told him about your grandmother. Your writing style was very similar to hers and he always loved a good book.

‘Oh thank you very much. Now Max, are you ready?’ your grandmother asked.

Max was ready and you said goodbye, giving him a big hug and thanking your grandmother for looking after him for the night.

While Cillian waited in the living room, you finished your make up and slipped on your shoes.

‘Thank you for picking me up. I really have no idea where this place is’ you said as you grabbed your bag and the two of you were heading out of the door.

‘Any time Y/N, it isn’t far from here actually’ Cillian said.

As you were walking to the Arthouse Theatre you talked about all sorts of things, music, childcare and books.

It was a cold night in Dublin and you were probably underdressed for the occasion.

At the Arthouse Theatre you met up with another two friends of yours. They were both married, to each other, and shared three children. Luckily for them, they had a baby sitter that night.

The play was amazing and you all enjoyed it with a few glasses of wine which were served at the theatre. Cillian had good taste when it came to wine and you usually sought his guidance on what to order.

After you left the theatre, you felt awfully hungry. You hadn’t eaten dinner that night.

‘I am starving, is anyone else up for Pizza?’ you asked your three friends, including Cillian

‘We would love to, but only have a baby sitter until 9pm, sorry’ Amanda said, explaining that she and her husband had to head home fairly soon.

‘What about you Cilly?’ you asked.

‘I would love some Pizza, let’s go to Pizzinis’ he said.

Both you and Cillian said goodbye to your friends and made your way to Pizzinis.

As usual, it was packed and there were no table available.

‘Wanna grab them take away and go back to my place? I’ve got wine and you can show me this new album you were talking about earlier’ you said.

‘Sounds good, let’s do that’ Cillian said before ordering two pizzas.

More than Friends

You arrived at your apartment about 30 minutes later and Cillian put on some music. He found this new Irish band he liked and you were really keen to hear them.

‘Hmm Indie…I like it’ you said as he connected his i-phone to your speakers.

‘Wine?’ you asked as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the shelf.

‘Yes please and thanks’ Cillian said as he put the pizzas on the table.

‘I was meant to ask you, how was your Valentine’s date?’ Cillian asked before taking the first bite of the pizza.

‘Oh god, don’t remind me on it please’ you said with a laugh.

‘That good ey? What happened?’ Cillian laughed.

‘He was weird. He basically left after I told him about Max’ you responded.

‘I think that sometimes guys your age might be a bit freaked out by the fact that you have child. I can’t say that I blame them. I couldn’t imagine myself becoming a step father when I was in my 20s’ Cillian said.

‘He was 32’ you responded.

‘Well maybe he was just weird and you are just unlucky when it comes to dating’ Cillian laughed.

‘Yeah, maybe…I am just over dating’ you said…’What about your date?’ you asked.

‘Pretty average. I mean she was nice but had no sense of humour’ Cillian said.

‘Oh what, wait…she didn’t laugh at your Irish jokes?’ you laughed.

‘Outrageous I know. I mean how could she not?’ Cillian joked.

‘Here is to failed dates’ you said as you held up your wine glass for a toast.

‘To failed dates’ Cillian responded with smile.

Over the next hour or so, Cillian and you finished both pizzas and talked about books, including the book you were currently writing, music and embarrassing things your kids had done.

Quite music was playing in the background by then while you talked and laughed together until Cillian brought up a specific book he had read recently, written by a writer named J A Hanson, which he said reminded him on you in a way.

‘I have read all of her books and I really wish I could write romance as well as her’ you said.

‘Her books aren’t exactly romantic’ Cillian responded.

‘Her storylines aren’t romantic, but the character she uses in all of her books involves herself romantically with several other characters throughout the series. The way she writes makes you relate to the character even in these intimate moments’ you explained.

‘She is 60 and probably speaking from experience. I have read in a paper a few months back that she had quite an interesting and adventurous youth in the 70s and 80s’ Cillian said.

‘Free Love…Yeah, I have read this too’ you laughed. ‘Perhaps I just need some inspiration to get over my block, otherwise I will never finish this damn novel’ you said as you poured yourself some more wine.

‘You don’t have to answer this, but when was the last time that…?’ Cillian asked and, before he could finish his question, you interrupted him.

‘That I had sex? Gosh…well over a year ago’ you responded, causing Cillian’s chin to drop.

‘Over a year? Seriously? I mean, surely, a woman like you would get plenty of offers…’ Cillian said, not knowing what else to tell you.

‘A woman like me? What do you mean by that Cilly?’ you asked with a slight giggle.

‘Well, you are attractive, smart and funny. You would get a fair bit of interest’ Cillian responded.

‘So, you think I am attractive?’ you asked with a smirk, causing Cillian to choke slightly on his wine. He regretted what he had said almost instantly, causing awkwardness between you.

‘Well yeah, I think you are an attractive woman’ Cillian said quietly. ‘In a totally objective way of course’ he added, while, just in this moment, you observed his facial expressions.

You observed him drop his eyes to your lips as he said it, and then lower to the place where your shirt opens at the collar, the buttons undone to below your collarbone.

He pressed his lips together. ‘I think I should probably get go…’ he said, and, before he could finish his sentence, you leaned in and kissed him suddenly, like the peck you give a boy you like on the school bus the second before you jump up and get off – a brief bravery without a plan.

He was caught by surprise.

‘Y/N’ he said and, before he could say something else, you apologised to him for what just happened.

‘I am sorry Cilly, I don’t know what just came over me’ you said.

‘It’s alright, I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was inappropriate’ Cillian said.

But, with Cillian’s response, you couldn’t leave it alone and asked ‘So, you don’t think that I am attractive?’ you asked, giggling slightly with some embarrassment.

‘Any man who thinks that you aren’t attractive is clearly blind. But, with that being said, it doesn’t matter what I think, you are 18 years younger than me and it would be wrong for us to take this further. Despite, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship’ Cillian said calmly.

You didn’t know what to say to his comment and, instead of using any words, you ran your hand gently over the side of his perfect face while biting your lip.

‘Just one kiss between friends then, we can blame the red wine after’ you whispered as a comfortable hot feeling washed over you. You felt some sort of attraction towards Cillian since the moment you met him, but didn’t want to admit it to yourself, let alone to him.

‘I don’t know Y/N’ Cillian said as you leaned closer towards him and pressed your lips onto his. You knew he was reluctant but he didn’t push you away.

To the contrary, as you kissed him, his hand came up in a rush to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Within seconds, his tongue slipped between your lips, whispering over your teeth and began dancing with your tongue.

You noticed the brush of his stubble on your cheek, the press of his lips on yours and the way his mouth tasted, a mix of minty gum and red wine.

It shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was. The taste of him, the smell and flavour, and it made you whimper in your throat. You knew this was one off and you didn’t want this moment to end.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked after he pulled back a little and paused. He was scanning your eyes and there was a cautious considering from his side. You could tell that he was surprised about what had just happened.

‘Yeah, you?’ you said as you couldn’t help yourself but stare into his baby blue eyes.

‘Yes’ he said as he cleared his throat slightly.

There was an awkward silence in the room and you couldn’t stand it.

You build up all of your courage again and leaned over him, pressing your lips onto his once more.

Cillian didn’t hesitate then.

His tongue slipped right back into the same spot than before, before his lips then moved over your face and down to your neck, leaving gentle bites and kisses.

Cillian’s hands were busy touching you at the same time his lips were trailing over your neck.

One of his hands was in your hair at the back of your head while his other hand was moving down to press the small of your back so that your body was pulled forward into his.

As you were exchanging passionate kisses, you could feel the shape of him, the firmness of his body against yours, your legs pressing into his and his chest pressing into your breasts. You could also feel his erection through his jeans, hard as anything, rigid and warm against your tummy.

By this time, you wanted more than just kisses.

‘Sleep with me, just that once’ you whispered.

‘I can’t Y/N, you are 24, it is not right’ Cillian said pulling away from you.

‘It’s just sex Cilly, I am old enough for that’ you laughed.

‘Yes, but I don’t want this to ruin our friendship’ Cillian said.

‘It won’t. There are no strings attached, it’s just sex. Unless you don’t want me’ you responded. ‘Although I think you do’ you giggled as you ran your hand over his pants, feeling his erection.

Your comment made Cillian chuckle.

‘This is a one off, alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘One off…and it stays our little secret’ you said before smashing your lips back onto his for another minute or two.

After you exchanged more passionate kisses you stood up.

‘Common, I show you my bedroom’ you said cheekily, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed.

‘Can you help me with this please’ you asked, turning around to face the bed. Your back was now facing Cillian and you pulled your hair aside so that he can open the zipper of your dress.

Cillian unzipped your dress carefully, exposing your black lace underwear.

As you pushed your dress down onto the floor, Cillian began kissing your back and neck, while running his hands over your breasts and stomach, all the way down in between your legs.

You let out a brief moan before turning around to face him and help him pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly shaped biceps.

Looking into his eyes, your hand glided gracefully, for once, past Cillian’s belt buckle and into the holy crevice of his Calvin Klein briefs. His cock was hard and ready.

You moved it between my your slowly, relishing his obvious eagerness.

You used the other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, shortly after which he pushed them down to the floor while your other hand never left his warm and hard cock.

After the jeans came off, Cillian pressed his lips back onto yours while using his skilled hands to unclip the back of your bra. The bra also landed on the floor within seconds.

‘Lie down’ he whispered into your ear. You obliged and crawled onto the bed, facing him.

He loomed over you, climbing on to the bed as you scooted backwards further so that he could straddle your hips while you pushed up against him, wanting the rub and friction against you.

Cillian kissed you passionately as one of his hands moved in between your legs.

He could feel your body tensing up as he ran his fingers over the top of your panties

After all, he knew that it had been a while since you’ve been with anyone. He knew to take it slow and give you some reassurance.

‘Just relax’ he whispered into your ear with his thick Irish accent as he edged his fingers over the lace of your panties, his hand leisurely rubbing up and down the length of your squirming crotch, until he pulled your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside of you.

You could feel your mouth widen and a loud moan escaped you as he teased the full mound of your clit. The stroke of his thumb was purposeful and steady on your firm, dripping pulse while his fingers plunged in and out of you, sinking further and further.

You held onto him tightly as the slipperiness he found made it easy for him to penetrate you with his fingers. You were so wet.

You shuddered at the pattern, shocked to find it could still stun you, unlocking newfound levels of moisture and desire, even when you began to meet the repetition of his thrusts. You naturally tilted and buckled beneath him.

As he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, he trailed kisses down your neck while your hands clutched at his shoulders, scratched down his back, held him tighter to you as I screamed into his skin.

Cillian’s breath grew more desperate and rugged.

‘It seems like we should take these off’ he said, causing you to nod with anticipation.

‘Don’t move’ Cillian ordered as he lowered himself on the bed while removing your lace undies.

Within seconds, Cillian’s lips were an inch away from your crotch, where he painted your inner thigh with tiny and soft kisses.

Cillian pushed your legs apart gently and you knew what would be next. You have read about this many times but this was the first time any man had gone down on you before and you were nervously biting your lip.

You tried hard to relax as Cillian’s lips finally reached your entrance, tasting the evidence of how much you wanted him.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as his head dove between your legs. His tongue prodded you softly, short licks against your clit.

Instantly, all restraint and reservations you had vanished. You were relaxed completely as his tongue danced and writhed inside of you.

With each skillful stroke, your thighs clenched. But you still needed more and he read you just right; he didn’t stop as you pushed yourself up the bed. Instead, he held you steady, causing you to look down at him and watching his eyes widen as they met yours, reacting to the rush of your wetness.

‘Cillian, oh god…you need to stop, I am so close’ you moaned, not wanting it to be over. You never came more than once so you wanted to feel him inside of you first.

‘That’s good, just let go’ Cillian said quietly with a grin before he continued and slid two fingers back inside of you while whirling his tongue over your clit.

You couldn’t hold on any longer, no matter how hard you tried. Your exhales began to emerge as deepening sighs and you leaned my head back and lived out the fantasy that had flashed through your mind all along.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned as your back arched and a rush of ecstasy flew through your body. You grabbed onto Cillian’s hair as he sucked every drip from you as your orgasm flooded your body.

As you came down from your orgasm, Cillian shuffled himself back up the bed, kissing you passionately.

You could taste yourself on his lips and you were ready for more.

‘I want to feel you’ you whispered after your lips drifted apart and while reaching for Cillian’s hard cock.

‘Do you have a condom?’ he asked, causing you to nod. You had purchased some before your Valentine’s Date, just in case you needed them.

You reached for the bedside table and opened the pack of condoms, handing one to Cillian.

Cillian was quick to get rid of his briefs and put on the condom, before positioning himself on top of you, in between your legs.

He shuddered a great rushing gasp of breath as he entered you. He couldn’t believe how good you felt, so tight.

You felt him push into you then, slowly and carefully, filling you completely.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you held onto him tightly as he slowly began to move.

With every thrust, you gasped, whimpered, soft mewling noises, begging for more.

You felt him all the way to your belly button and screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep.

As he picked up his pace, you got louder, groans becoming moans becoming shouts, and the bed frame thumped against the wall, louder and faster and louder and faster.

‘Oh god, don’t stop’ you moaned, his skin slapping against yours.

‘You are so beautiful’ Cillian said in between his moans before pulling out of you slowly and lifting up your legs above his shoulders.

He knew exactly that, this way, he would be reaching your g-spot while he was fucking you.

You were slightly surprised by this position but were flexible enough to run with it.

As he entered you again slowly, you let out a loud moan.

‘Fuck’ you moaned in between the high-pitched noises that escaped you.

‘Does this feel alright?’ Cillian asked, wanting to ensure that you are comfortable.

You nodded eagerly and whimpered a shaky ‘yes’ as he continued to thrust into you. He was right at your g-spot and you could barely control yourself.

He slowly picked up the speed and you could feel another orgasm coming on as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again.

‘Cillian, oh my god, don’t stop…’ you moaned as you held onto his arms tightly.

You began to shake heavily as your orgasm washed over you and tears of joy escaped your eyes.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian groaned loudly as he felt your walls tightening around him. The sensation coupled with the sounds you were making sent him over the edge and he almost came in sync with you.

As soon as he came, you released your legs from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of you, kissing you passionately.

You could still feel Cillian pulsing inside you when the sudden oddness of what you had done washed over you.

‘Are we ok?’ Cillian asked as he slowly pulled out of you and removed the condom, disposing of it discreetly.

‘I think so’ you said shyly.

‘Good…because I really enjoyed this’ Cillian said as he ran one of his hands over your cheek gently.

‘Me too…plus, I’ve got some inspiration for my book now’ you said cheekily.

‘I am glad to having been of assistance. Make sure you credit me in the end notes’ Cillian said jokingly.

‘Hmm, if I did, it may become a best seller…Sex Scene Inspired by Cillian Murphy’ you said with laughter, causing Cillian to laugh also.

‘I should better get home’ Cillian said as he was playing with your hair. He really didn’t want to leave, but he felt as though it was inappropriate for him to stay the night.

‘You can stay here if you like…’ you offered, but Cillian declined.

After all, this was supposed to be a one off. You are nothing more than friends, or are you?

You accepted Cillian’s decision to leave and weren’t upset by it. You enjoyed your time with Cillian and slept well that night, snugging up in the doona which smelled like his aftershave.

Finishing the Book

The next morning, you got up early to begin writing the intimate chapter of your book. This was the chapter you had struggled with for a while and you finally felt comfortable writing it. If readers would know that, in this particular scene of your book, you were basically reliving your night with your friend, Cillian Murphy, that would be scandalous.

So, you decided to make sure that no one would ever find out about your little adventure.

Unfortunately for you, your grandma seemed to have a good sense of what was going on.

She was on time as usual and dropped Max back at your house at 10am.

‘Had a good night my dear? I can see you are working on your book.’ She said.

‘Yes nan, the play last night was lovely. It has given me some inspiration’ you said.

‘The play has given you some inspiration to write about orgasms?’ your grandmother asked with laughter as she read the screen on your lap top.

‘Nan! Oh my god, don’t read what I am writing’ you said with embarrassment.

‘Oh dear, it’s alright. Believe it or not, I used to write novels myself with a little hint of filth now and then. But, somehow, I don’t think that it was the play that gave you the inspiration to write this little naughty chapter. By looking at the bruises on your neck, perhaps it was your friend Mr Murphy who gave you this inspiration?’ your grandmother said with sarcasm.

‘Nan, no Jesus, please’ you said as your face became flushed.

‘Don’t be embarrassed dear’ your grandmother said. ‘It is good for you. I mean, he is handsome and I saw the way you looked at him yesterday evening…and the way he looked at you’ your grandmother continued.

‘There is nothing between us nan, we are just friends’ you explained with total embarrassment.

‘Alright dear, whatever you say’ your grandmother said, not believing a single word that came out of your mouth.

‘I better go, I have lunch with Alma later… I love you my dear’ your grandmother said before heading out of the door.

‘Love you too nan’ you said.

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