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Study Date with Enki

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SERIOUS TRIGGERS IN THIS ONE PLEASE READ THE CW

Characters: Virgin!Enki X GN!Reader, Modern!AU

CW: Mentions of self-harm and pretty extreme implied physical abuse, Implied possible eating disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Oral (Giving) Penetration (Recieving), Romantic and a little angsty .

A/N: I'm posting this one outside of my usual schedule cause I don't want anyone to feel ripped off lol. I usually do more... normal stuff for more normal fandoms. This one's for all the weirdos. I wrote it months ago and have been holding onto it, but it's as good a time as ever. So I'm finally putting my weird nonsense into the world (Sorry.) I love the stinky bugs-and-opium-wizard. You invite Enki for a study date to seduce him. I might write a sequel with a transfem Enki. ~2700 Words.

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It took some doing, but you’d convinced Enki Ankarian to come over for a study date. It all started when you saw him in the library, at a table covered in stacks of books, his naturally Grey hair spilling over his face. He was so serious, scribbling notes with an almost frantic expression.

He was standoff-ish at first, but you broke through his facade with a little earnest care. You took interest in his strange fascination with the occult, withstood his seemingly random insults, and shared with him some of your own interests. It took weeks, but finally he let his defenses down and finally accepted your invitation.

You hear a knock at your apartment door exactly one minute early, and peering through the peephole you see him. He stands there in an ill-fitting sweater vest with a comical number of books nestled under his arm. In fact you’re not really sure how he’s carrying them all with his frail little arms.

You open the door and say “Enki! You made it!”

He smiles, subtly, and walks past you to set his books down. Among them you can spot books on things like demonology and fringe religious texts. A heavily worn and annotated copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon sits on top.

You walk over to the bar with him and sit down across from him. His glasses keep sliding down his bony nose as he stacks his books, but it’s cute. He looks like a librarian or something.

“Would you like anything to drink?” You ask.

“What do you have?” He replies.

“Soda, and water.”

“Anything harder?”

“Afraid not,” You reply.

“I’m okay,” he grumbles.

“Suit yourself,” You say, grabbing a drink.

He’s already immersed himself in a book by the time you sit down. “Is that for one of your classes?” You ask.

“Just a hobby,” He replies, writing notes.

What is it about this gnarled, rude, strange boy that attracts you so much? There's a certain something to him that's hard to place, but you can't help but be drawn in by him. Maybe it’s his sad stare, or maybe the passion you can sense in his feverish studies.

Maybe it was a mistake inviting him for a study date. You knew how fastidious he was in his studies and now he’s hardly talking to you. You sigh and buckle down on your own studies, but after an hour or so, he suddenly stands up. “Going out for a smoke,” He says.

You follow him out onto the patio and snatch his lighter from the railing. As he puts the cigarette between his lips, you flick the lighter and hold it up for him. He leans forward, pulling his hair away. The gentle ember gives his pale face a rich orange tone as he draws the first puff

"Why are you so nice to me?" He grumbles.

Because I want to fuck you, you think. "Everyone deserves a chance,” You say. “You're a sweet guy, Enki. And passionate. I don't know. Do I need a reason?"

He grumbles something to himself.

“So what got you into the occult?” You ask.

“It’s something I get from my family,” He replies, wincing.

“How’s that?” You ask.

"I shouldn’t have said anything,” He says. “I don't really want to get into my family situation. It's… ugly. Like me." His face contorts into a snarl.

“You should be nicer to yourself,” You say, gently touching his shoulder. He reflexively pulls away. Maybe in disgust, or maybe it’s some kind of trauma.

“Perhaps I should," he replies, Staring out into the sunset. His eyes glaze over, like a corpse almost. You decide to watch the sunset as well. There’s something to a quiet introspective moment like this.

He shakes his head as he takes his last puff, flicking the butt out into the parking lot.

“You ready to head in?” You ask. He nods his head, and you open the door for the two of you.

Walking behind him you spot a knot in his hair. Even though he’s grown it well past his back, it appears he doesn't take care of it at all.

“Could I brush your hair?” You ask as he sits down.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, jolting and turning around to you.

“Your hair,” You say. “I’d like to brush it.” He’s squinting at you, and you can’t tell what is going on behind those eyes. “It’s just so beautiful,” You add.

“If you must,” He says after a moment.

After retrieving your gentlest hairbrush, you pull a stool up behind him and sit down.

“Please be careful,” he says.

“Awww does the baby have a tender scalp?” You tease.

“I don’t have to let you brush my hair,” He snaps.

“I’m only teasing,” you giggle, before taking a strand of his knotted hair and holding it so it wouldn’t tug on his scalp when you pulled the brush through. He winced, but didn’t pull himself away from his studies. His hair is a wreck, but not unsalvageable. It would be worthwhile for him to consider at least a trim though.

“I wish I had detangling spray,” You remark. “This would be so much easier.”

He just grumbles something under his breath as you continue to brush. It feels like his hair is all knots. You could be here all night as far as you know. You tenderly run your fingers through his hair and he sighs, but not his typical sigh. A sort of relief, or maybe pleasure. You gently scratch his scalp and something akin to a quiet moan escapes his lips.

It takes nearly an hour, but you finally work out his knots. You didn’t notice at the time, but at some point, he stopped his studying to lean his head back, closing his eyes.

“Alright,” You say “I’m all done!”

He jumps as if startled and sits up to continue his studying. “Thank you,” He replies.

“When you condition your hair, make sure to get the ends,” You tell him. “That will help with the tangles.”

“Sure,” He says.

You brush your fingers through his hair again and say, “You really do have beautiful hair.”

“Thank you,” He replies.

“You should let me wash it some time.”

He nearly keeps his composure, but you notice a slight jump, or maybe a shiver. “I don’t think that will be happening,” he says.

“Who knows you might enjoy yourself,” you tempt him.

You begin to scratch his back and he shivers. You can feel his spine, even through several layers of clothing. He feels emaciated. You could probably sling him over your shoulder, he seems so skinny.

“Why are you so affectionate toward me?” He asks. “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“Enki,” You say, “I like you.”

He turns around and starts to get up. “I don’t know what kind of cruel joke this is, but I don’t appreciate it.”

You stand up too and brush his hair behind his ear, looking into his eyes. Without warning, you plant a kiss on his sunken cheek. His knees nearly buckle.

“You’re serious…” He says. You nod. “This is a date?” You nod again. “Not, like, a date, but a capital D date?”

“Yes Enki,” You laugh.

“Oh my god,” He says. “I feel so stupid now. I-I’ve been so mean to you, and you-you…”

He stammers and stutters until you just kiss him. On the lips this time. He puts his arms around you to hold himself up. It’s a tender kiss, not too much, but you do slip a little tongue in. You put your hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding.

As you pull away, He’s blushing, bringing just a little color to his pale skin. You try not to notice, but his pants have gotten a little tighter now as well.

“I want you, Enki” you say.

“So quickly?” He asks, his face lighting up in nervous excitement.

“Why not?” You ask. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready.”

“I think I am,” He replies, glancing down and blushing even harder.

"Come to the room with me," you say, offering your hand. He gives you a nervous smile as he takes it.

He gulps as you enter the room. “There’s something… I don’t know how to say this.”

“Don’t worry Enki,” You reply. “You’re not going to scare me off.”

“It’s just…” he starts, “I have some scars.”

You smile at him as you take his hand and unbutton his sleeves. “Don’t worry about it.” You roll them up to reveal hesitation marks. Quite a few of them. You hold his wrists to your lips and kiss them. “Sweet boy. I’m so sorry.”

You do the same for his other wrist, then grab his sweater from the bottom, and lift it over his head. You start to unbutton his shirt, but he stops you by placing his hand in front of the buttons. “I’m sorry,” he says. “This was a mistake.” He looks like he might cry.

“Enki,” You reply, cupping a hand to his cheek. “I won’t judge you.”

He drops his hand and allows you to start unbuttoning his shirt. There’s little muscle or fat between the skin and bones. You notice more scars as more of his chest is revealed. Some long, some short. You push his shirt off of him and it falls to the floor. You brush your hand over his chest and all of his scars. He flinches. “There’s nothing to worry about,” You say. “I won’t hurt you.”

You run your hands over his back, feeling his prevalent spine with your fingers. You also notice even more scars to your surprise. Long, deep ones. Scars in places he wouldn’t be able to reach. Oh Enki, what happened to you? You think.

Now you move your hands down to his pants. He’s hard as a rock, and it’s impossible not to notice. You undo the button, and pull down the zipper. A light crop of light gray pubic hair peeks out. You can’t help but grin at the fact that he doesn’t wear underwear, but you’re not sure what you expected.

His pants fall from his bony hips, revealing more scars on his legs. You admire him for a second, careful not to let him catch you. His hip bones and ribs jut out so severely from his sunken stomach that you can’t help but worry, though it’s none of your business. His skin, though pale, is quite beautiful, and surprisingly soft.

He kicks his shoes off and removes his socks as he steps out of his pant legs. “I hope this is okay,” He says, rubbing his arm nervously.

“You’re perfect,” You say with a smile. taking his hand and leading him to the bed, you begin to undress. Enki sits up against the headboard watching, though he looks away when you notice.

"You can look," you laugh. "You'll be doing more than that soon enough."

He blushes, turning his gaze back to you. His erection is absolutely throbbing now. "You should know," he says, "it's my first time."

"That’s okay," you smile. As you finish undressing, you crawl on the bed toward him.

You start on his shins, kissing each of his scars. "Is this okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Though you might be there for a while. I have a lot of them."

"I don't mind," you reply between kisses.

You're making your way up his thighs and he's starting to squirm. You playfully brush his cock with your face, and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. You're almost worried he's going to cum then and there. He doesn't, though he leaks a bit of precum.

You pay special attention to his hip bones that jut so far out as you move up to his torso. As you reach his chest, you give his nipples a lick and he moans sweetly.

Now you've made it up to his face. He turns away, but you bring his face back to you and give him a deep, passionate kiss. His rigid body slowly melts into yours, and eventually, he starts to kiss back. You can feel his excitement in the way he pushes back into you and writes under your touch.

You pull away and start to move down his body, again planting little kisses on his body as you move down.

As you reach his legs, he can barely contain himself anymore. Writhing, and squirming, and gripping the sheets, he looks like he's going to explode before you even touch him. His erection is so hard now that the skin is thin and shiny and that little bead of precum has grown slightly.

You look up at him as you lick his shaft starting from the bottom and moving up, licking up his precum. He tilts his head back, moaning. You could tease him like this all day, laying little kisses up and down his shaft as his throbbing cock twitches involuntarily; watching as he squirms and moans at each little brush of your lips.

Eventually, when you can't wait any longer, you wrap your lips around the head and he tenses up letting out a high-pitched whimper. You look up at him as you press downward and his breath catches. You start to move up and down, feeling his length fill your mouth.

You bring your head back up to focus on the head again. You twirl your tongue around the tip as he twitches and throbs. He’s making cute little whimpers and squeaks as he shudders beneath you. You shove your head back down and he moans loudly again.

He can hardly contain himself, thrusting his hips involuntarily and writhing as you drool down his shaft. Each time he twitches, it pushes his cock to the back of your throat which causes him to moan and squirm even more. By this point he's throbbing in your mouth. You're almost worried he's going to cum now, but he keeps it together.

If you keep going like this he won't last long though, so you pull away after a moment and crawl up to meet his face with yours. You cup a hand to his cheek and plant a kiss on his lips. His eyes are brighter than you’ve ever seen them. You squirt some lube into your hand and gently rub it on his erection. He shuts his eyes and trembles at your touch.

“Are you ready?” You ask.

He nods and you slowly ease down onto his cock. As he pushes into you, he moans softly. Nearly a whimper. You push down a little more until he fills you completely. For a moment you just sit there, arms wrapped around his neck, looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly, you start to move up and down, bouncing on his cock as he shuts his eyes and leans his head back.

He feels amazing inside you and he can tell from the noises you’re making. Though you’re not as loud as him, the two of you are so lost in pleasure that you’re practically screaming. If you were more aware you might wonder what the neighbors would think.

As you go, he starts to thrust his hips more and more, like some animalistic urge has overtaken him. He pushes into you harder with each thrust causing each of you to moan louder and higher. As if you can’t take it anymore, you grab his face in both hands and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. He practically growls into your mouth as your tongues swirl around one another.

He pulls away and says “I’m going to come.”

"Come for me," you say, clasping his face. He thrusts a few more times, hard and slow, before you can feel his throbbing cock pulse inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation pushes you over the edge and you cum as he does; the both of you a trembling wreck, holding onto each other as you convulse.

You caress his cheek and look into his eyes. "That was nice," you say.

"Yeah," He says, sleep setting rapidly in.

You climb off of him as he slumps down until he's laying flat. You lay down next to him and put your arm over him. "Get some rest," you say, planting a little kiss on his cheek. He sighs contentedly and the two of you drift off.

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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can you do part to of gip natasha eating reader out then fucking her after they leave the gym locker room

Authors note: Here ya go! Glad so many of you enjoyed the first part so I hope you guys enjoy this continuation just as much!

Word count: 2081 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Part 1, 3, 4

The two of you clean each other up by the large sinks near the gyms showers, making yourselves look presentable before she grabs her gym bag and heads for the changing room. Once she's back in her casual clothes she emerges and finds you leaning on her locker as you wait for her, and she smiles. She's so glad that this isn’t a dream and everything that's happened with you was real, and that you voiced your want for even more with her.

When you notice her staring you hold your hand out for her and she quickly walks over to grab it, linking her fingers with yours. You start to walk, intent on leaving and heading out of the gym but Natasha has something she wants to do first.

“Wait.” she calls out, stopping you in your tracks as you turn to face her.

Her free hand gently cups your face, her thumb resting on your cheek and her vivid green eyes stare longingly into yours as her tongue wets her lips, and before you know it her soft plush lips are against yours. She's hesitant at first, unsure of your interest in this, but when you open your mouth allowing her to deepen the kiss her confidence skyrockets.

She drops your hand, moving hers to caress your back as she pulls you flush against her. You hum, wrapping your arms around her neck and moaning when you feel her tongue slide against yours. Her hand wanders down to your ass, gently squeezing. You chuckle against her lips before pulling away.

“Slow down baby” you tell her, cupping her face and causing her heartbeat to speed up, “Take me to your room”

She smiles, quickly grabbing your hand once more and you chuckle as she practically drags you out of the locker room and out through the gym. To your surprise she continues to hold it as she leads you through the seemingly endless halls. You were sure she would drop it once you got closer to the kitchen and living areas, not wanting the others to see her in such a comfortable and potentially suggustable position with you, but she never did. In fact when you almost pulled your hand away from hers, startled by Tonys sudden laughter from further down the hall, she only held onto you tighter.

Finally you come to her room, and though she's excited her hand freezes on her door knob. You can sense her sudden nervousness and gently squeeze her hand, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles to soothe her and coax her into telling you what was worrying her.

“Are- are you sure?” she quietly asks, worried that you may have changed your mind despite what occurred in the locker room, and your heart clenches as you hear the true meaning behind her words. Do you really want me? I don’t want to be something you regret.

“I’m sure Tasha. I want this with you” Her beautiful smile returns and she ushers you through her doorway, locking lips with you again in a needy kiss as she blindly closes and locks her door behind her.

Caught up in her hunger for you, your hands tangle around her neck as she continues to walk you backwards. The next thing you know your legs are hitting the side of her bed, and your knees buckle as she continues to kiss you senseless. Your hold on her brings you both down on her mattress, but her reflexies catch her time so she doesn't land on you. Her eyes sparkle as she hovers above you and you know you’ll treasure soft moments like this with her.

One of her hands trails across your abdomen and her fingers play with the bottom of your shirt in a silent question. You answer her by sitting up slightly, pulling your shirt off in a swift motion, your bra joining it on Natashas floor seconds later.

She wastes no time, grouping one of your breasts as her mouth kisses the soft flesh of the other. Her thumb brushes against your nipple as she takes the other into her mouth pulling a moan from you as you arch further into her. After a few more moments she releases your nipple to kiss her way down your chest and abdomen coming to a stop at your shorts waistband.

She hooks her fingers around the fabric, “Can I taste you detka(baby)?”

“God yes, please Tasha” you reply, lifting your hips for her

Your shorts and underwear are swiftly removed, leaving your dripping cunt bare for Natashas gaze. A sense of pride fills her because she knows it was the sight and taste of her cock that caused you to be so wet and she can’t help but smirk. Her hands snake around your thighs, pulling them farther apart.

“So beautiful” she admits, causing you to blush slightly before you're moaning as her tongue slips between your folds

Your one hand grabs at her hair, pulling her mouth impossibly closer to your pussy as your other provides you with enough support to watch her. Your sweet moans fill her ears as her tongue slips inside you, and she moans at the flavor of your juices causing you even more pleasure. Occasionally her lips meet your clit with a soft kiss or gentle suck pulling an even more guttural noises from you. Your breathing becomes heavier and you can feel yourself quickly nearing the edge.

“Ooh fuck Tasha! Gonna cum!” She watches as bliss overtakes your features and your hips begin to buck wildly as she continues to lap at your sensitive bud. Her hold tightens on your thighs as she helps you ride out your high, and you secretly hope she leaves bruises behind.

Eventually she pulls away peppering kisses to your thighs as you calm down. Her eyes stare up at you once more, pupils blown wide as she smiles at you and you somehow find yourself melting even more for the beautiful Russian.

You smile in return, letting your hand brush against her cheek for a moment before you're grabbing the back of her neck in a silent plea. She gets the message and makes her way back up your body, connecting her lips to yours allowing you to taste yourself. You hum in appreciation, hands grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against you. She grunts softly as her still clothed bulge rubs against you.

You smirk against her lips, letting one of your hands make its way under her shirt to caress her bare back as your other subtly makes its way between your bodies. She moans as you palm her dick and she can't help but grind against you as your hand at her back keeps her in place. She continues to eagerly hump your hand as you kiss her, she's slowly getting sloppy and you can feel the way her chest heaves against yours.

The hand at her back starts to pull her shirt further up and she helps you remove it. Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack as you realize she removed her bra earlier when she changed, allowing her bare chest to be on display for you already. Both hands practically fly to her breasts, gently you knead the plump mounds pulling a soft moan from her as she continues to grind against you.

“You are absolutely stunning” you admit, squeezing the soft flesh in your hands as the redhead blushes at your words

“Y/n…” she rasps out, “Wanna be inside you, please…”

“You wanna feel my pussy clench around you? Wanna stretch me open on your cock?” you tease, moving your hips in rhythm with hers causing another moan to leave her

She nods almost frantically, “Yes, yes please!”

“Go ahead baby”

She struggles slightly to remove herself from you long enough to discard her pants and boxers but doesn't stumble as she once again parts your legs, taking her place between them. She sighs as she lets her length run through your arousal and you let out a low moan as she brushes against your clit. She wastes no more time and lines herself up with your entrance, slowly pushing herself inside you.

You hiss at first, not used to having so thick inside you but it doesn't take long for the sensation to turn pleasurable. Her hips meet yours and her head falls back as she bottoms out. She moans as she feels your warm walls squeeze her in all the right places and it takes a lot of her strength to not immediately just start pounding away.

She slowly starts to move her hips, thrusting in and out of you, watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort. You smile at her, humming contently as your hands move to cup her breasts again and she leans down to press kisses against your collarbone. When her lips hit a more sensitive spot you whimper, your walls fluttering around her cock and she can’t stop herself from sucking a mark into the spot.

Your arms fly around her shoulders to keep her close and your hips begin to rock, enticing her to pick up the pace. She does so and watches as your mouth falls open when she hits every spot deep within you.

“Ah, fuck! Never been so full”, you mutter causing pride and arousal to build inside her

She moans against your neck, “Your pussy is perfect detka(baby), feels so good”

Your nails dig into her shoulders as she continues to fuck you, moans spilling out of both of you as you each share in the intense pleasure. Her lips go back to their assault on your neck, sucking a few more marks into your skin before she's sharing sloppy kisses with you. She pulls away, panting for air and you take advantage of the opportunity to leave a few marks of your own on her collarbone.

She begins to thrust harder and faster and your legs wrap around her waist to give her an even better angle. You have her practically pressed on top of you now and the way her hardened nipples brush against yours has you arching impossibly closer to her. She moans and you can feel the way she twitches inside you, eager to release inside you.

“ ‘m so close Tasha, so close.” you whimper, “Cum with me, please?”

She leans her forehead against yours, eyes gazing into yours, “Fuck Y/n, gonna fill you up”

That's all it takes for you to fall over the edge, the pulsing of your pussy sending her tumbling over after you as you milk her. She kisses you as she finishes painting your walls, gently brushing the hair from your face as you recuperate under her. She can still feel the way your legs tremble as they fall limp against the cool sheets and she starts to rub soothing circles against your warm skin to distract you as she pulls out. Eventually you come back to your senses, looking up at her with a doopy smile and a fondness in your eyes.

She smiles back, “I’ll be right back detka(baby), just gonna get something to clean you up”

You only nod, still finding words a bit too hard currently. You watch her as she walks to the bathroom, hips swaying as she goes. She cleans herself off first before returning to you with another washcloth. She rubs your knee to signal what she's about to do but you still flinch and whimper as she cleans the sensitive area. Once she's content she tosses the rag into the laundry hamper a few feet away and lays down beside you, wrapping her arm around your waist as she nuzzles her face into your neck.

“You'll stay, right?” she asks, voice abnormally small, especially in her own bedroom

You let your hand rest on her arm, turning in her hold to face her, “Of course Tasha, I’m staying”

She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and you pull her closer into you, allowing her head to rest against your chest as you pull her blanket up over you both.

“Goodnight Y/n” she mumbles, sleep already invading her mind as the exhaustion from her workout and tonights activities hits her

You place a kiss against her hairline, smiling when you hear her sigh contently, “Goodnight baby, sleep well”

“I will, I have you now”

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