It's been a long long time since my last private eye/client commission but when I got a chance to get one by @bethfuller I couldn't resist. The idea of this series of commissions is to get two portrait pieces which combined together, like a wraparound cover or two interlocking covers, depict the interior of a private eye's office. The P.I.'s on the left, at his desk, and the client on the right, looking through window blinds. The classic, iconic scene.
So who are the P.I. and the client this time around? For the P.I. Beth was inspired by Fables/The Wolf Among Us's Bigby, and for the client this piece by Brian Stelfreeze I've been obsessed with since I first saw it in Noir Magazine way back in 1995. And as a special treat, Beth agreed to do three different colorings: greyscale, "her" colors (and oh boy, do I love the color schemes she uses in her own art), and "my" neon noir colors (as seen on that poor Brian Stelfreeze piece that deserved better).
I absolutely love this commission and Beth has been a pleasure to deal with. Thank you so much Beth!
Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?
Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.
Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.
Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.
Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.
He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.
“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.
Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.
Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.
“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.
He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.
Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.
“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.
You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.
Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.
“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.
Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.
And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.
“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.
“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.
Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.
“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.
“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.
In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.
The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.
“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.
Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.
Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.
Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.
“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.
Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.
You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.
So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.
“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.
Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.
Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.
He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.
From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.
So that no accident like that first night ever happens again. And totally not so that he can pound your pussy into oblivion for hours on end, get his weekly fix of you, and mark you up enough so that everyone knows you’re fully claimed.
Older wolf!hybrid roomate that lets you stay rent free as long as he can grope and fondle your tits every once in a while uninterrupted.
He’s gotten to the age where he’s not really interested in going out to meet new people. He’s content getting to take one of your nipples into into his mouth and jerk off while you scroll on your phone.
If you let him fuck your tits he’ll even pay for your nails and groceries for the month. Licking the tip or letting him cum on your face means he’ll treat you to a trip out of town.
You’ve let him fuck your doughy thighs once and he made a mess all over them almost immediately…
He wouldn’t call himself your sugar daddy. He’s not exactly rich and doesn’t pamper you like he wants to, but you’re taken care of and he’s grown quite fond of you.
He’s been saving up so he can knot that pretty, fat cunt of yours at some point… he just doesn’t know you’d let him do it for free if he just asked.
The group chat officially deemed me an “eccentric” just because I’m doing an Argonian ichthyologist play-through of Skyrim rn where my character is writing a thesis on Cyrodilic Spadetails and I shared the character’s hypothetical research folder that I created to help with my immersion in the role.
Like sorry I take the RP in RPG seriously but how else would I get into the headspace of a character who is only slaying dragons to sell their bones and fund research that will hopefully be published in the Tamriel Journal of Limnetic Science??
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Eddie’s bed had always been a safe zone. A place where you both sprawled out like kids again, the same way you had since middle school sleepovers and late-night talks after bad days. But tonight? Tonight you were watching porn on his bed.
You had his laptop propped up on your knees, and there was definitely porn playing on the screen. Eddie had been staring at you for the last five minutes like you’d just confessed to murder.
“Tell me again,” he said sharply. “Why are we doing this?”
You groaned, dropping your head against his pillow. “Eddie…”
“No, no, don’t ‘Eddie’ me. You’re in my bed. Watching porn. And not even good porn, by the way, this is like… bad dialogue, bad acting, everything—”
“Eddie.” You cut him off, feeling how your cheeks heated. “It’s because of Mark, okay? He said I’m a pillow princess. That I don’t, you know, do enough. So I’m trying to… learn stuff.”
Eddie sat up straighter the moment he heard the name of your boyfriend. That stupid name of that stupid, stupid man he hated with every fiber of him. That asshole who did the bare minimum, who forgot your birthday year after year, who stood you up just to post pictures at the club on his stories later, who stumbled into your apartment every Sunday morning, drunk and with hickies on his neck.
“He said what?” Eddie growled, narrowing his eyes with a mix of disbelief and fury.
“I just thought maybe if I see what other people do, I’d—”
He cut you off, incredulous. “Your boyfriend’s a moron. He should be thanking the stars you even sleep with him, not—what did he say again?”
“Pillow princess.” You muttered.
Eddie couldn’t believe it. That idiot had somehow managed to land someone like you, so beautiful, sharp, funny, and brilliant in every way that mattered. He should be on his knees, thanking the universe that you’d even glanced in his direction. And yet, you didn’t see it. You didn’t understand your worth, didn’t realize you deserved someone who’d truly take care of you, who’d love you, and give back as much as you gave.
And there he was, that prick, calling you a pillow princess, as if he even had a fraction of what it took to deserve you. So many men would kill to have you just for at least one night, and Eddie knew he would kill, too.
For a second, Eddie just blinked at you. “You have to be joking.”
“I wish I were.”
Eddie sat up like the words physically burned him. “That’s… that’s insane. Can’t believe he actually said that to you.”
From Eddie’s chest, a familiar rumble vibrated. Then Venom’s hulking, inky form emerged, curling beside the bed like a shadow. He narrowed his eyes, and his jagged grin gleamed.
“Your boyfriend is a fool,” Venom growled. “You are far too good for him. We should eat him.”
Your lips twitched into a half-smile. “Eat him? C’mon.”
“Yes,” Venom said simply. “Slowly.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie dragged a hand down his face. “We’re not eating anybody.”
“Why not? He insults her. He does not deserve her.” Venom shot back, looking at you as if he didn’t understand what you saw in that guy.
“We already established that we’re not eating anybody.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even if he deserves it.” He said lower.
“Pussy.” Venom mumbled under his breath. He tilted his head toward you. “Still. He does not deserve you. Insulting you like that.”
Your cheeks warmed. It was bizarre, being defended by a seven-foot-tall alien with a smile full of knives, and kind of sweet in its own terrifying way.
“Thanks, V,” you murmured.
“Do not thank me,” Venom said. “It is the truth. You are not boring. You are…” His head swiveled, his grin widening. “…delicious.”
Eddie smacked Venom’s forehead. “Venom.” He warned him as he rolled his eyes and looked back at you. “Seriously. He’s an idiot. You’re not boring. And if he can’t appreciate you—” He broke off, running a hand through his messy hair, trying not to say too much.
“But he’s right, I don’t do much when we’re in bed, maybe I should learn more.” You shifted, biting your lip, flicking your eyes back to the screen. The actors were tangled in some over-the-top position. “Do guys actually like this stuff?”
Eddie blinked. “What stuff?”
“Like…” You gestured vaguely at the screen, where the woman was making sounds that definitely didn’t sound real. “All that moaning. And… you know. Those positions that look like they’d break your back.”
Eddie made a strangled noise. “Jesus, you can’t just—” He waved his hand at the screen, then at you, then back again, like he couldn’t decide which was more dangerous to look at, like he couldn’t even understand how you two had come to this. “Why are you asking me that?”
“Because you’re a guy!” You grinned at him, nudging his leg with your foot. “C’mon, Ed. Be honest.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Depends on the guy, I guess. Some dudes are into that whole… performance thing. But others…” He risked a glance at you, bobbing his throat. “Others just want… real. Like, if it feels good, you don’t have to… put on a show.”
Your brows shot up. “So… you’d rather the girl be quiet?”
“No!” Eddie’s voice cracked a little, and he coughed, looking everywhere but at you. “I mean… no, it’s not about quiet. It’s about… natural. Like… if you’re enjoying yourself, then yeah, that’s…” He trailed off, his ears going red.
“That’s what?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He cleared his throat, shifting on the bed. But the way he pulled his pillow onto his lap was… telling.
The laptop kept playing in the background, but you barely noticed. Eddie was fidgeting beside you, trying desperately to hide the way his jeans had gotten uncomfortably tight, and every question you asked just made it worse.
“So… what about positions? Do guys like when girls do, like…” You pointed at the screen where the actress was frantically bouncing over a guy. “…that, on top?”
Eddie froze, feeling his brain short-circuiting. He made a helpless sound, muffled by his hands.
You smirked. “Come on, Ed. You’re the guy here. Do you like it when girls are on top?”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “I—uh—that’s—” His voice broke again.
Venom cackled. “Yes. Very much. He loves it like that. He’s imagining y—”
“VENOM!” Eddie’s hand quickly moved, covering Venom’s toothy mouth before another word could slip out. “You said enough, pal.”
Venom’s grin widened. “She is only curious. You should answer her.”
You tilted your head, watching him with an amused grin. “You okay?”
Eddie peeked out from between his fingers. “Peachy.”
But the blue glow of the laptop screen flickered over Eddie’s face, and it was making the flush in his cheeks even more obvious. You leaned against the headboard, totally unbothered, while Eddie, on the other hand, looked like a man being interrogated under a spotlight.
And that pillow clutched in his lap… He kept adjusting it, like it was just a casual resting spot, but the way his knuckles were white from gripping the edge gave him away.
You grinned, flicking your eyes from the screen back to him. “You sure you’re okay there, Ed?”
Venom’s eyes were gleaming, blinking slowly with amusement. “He is not okay,” he announced.
“Shut up,” Eddie hissed without looking at him.
You bit your lip to hide a laugh, pretending to focus on the next video that auto-played after the last one. The woman lay on the bed with her legs pressed together, and a man was straddling her, his cock pressing and grinding against her thighs rather than sliding inside her pussy.
Your brows rose, you’d never seen that before. “Wait… is he…?”
Eddie coughed, nearly choking on his own spit. “Yep. That’s—yep. That’s what it looks like.”
You tilted your head, fascinated. “Is that… a thing? Why isn’t he just going in? Do guys actually like that?”
Eddie made a strangled sound. “Uh…”
Venom’s grin widened. “Come on, Eddie. Answer the lady.”
“I don’t have to answer everything she asks!” Eddie snapped, glaring at Venom, then whipped back to you with wide eyes. “I mean, not that your questions are bad. They’re not bad. They’re fine. Totally fine.”
You arched a brow. “So… have you ever done that?”
The room went quiet. Eddie’s jaw worked like he was chewing rocks, and his knuckles tightened around the pillow, his shoulders hunched, and his voice came out hoarse. “…Maybe.”
Your lips parted in surprise. “Really?”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It was college, okay? Don’t make a thing out of it.”
“I can see his memories,” Venom tilted his head, purring. “He liked it.”
“VENOM,” Eddie barked, his face scarlet red from how hard he was blushing.
You blinked between them, your curiosity only growing. “So it feels good?”
Eddie looked like he was going to die. “Oh my God…”
You nudged his leg playfully. “Come on, Ed. I’m just asking. Does it?”
His mouth opened, closed, opened again. Finally, he mumbled, “…Yeah. It does. It’s… different. A lot of friction. Feels… It’s fine.”
The words tumbled out before he could stop them, and the second they were free, he slapped his hand over his face like he could shove them back in.
Venom let out a low chuckle, the sound rattling through the room. “You should see yourself. Red as a tomato. Hiding behind a pillow.”
Eddie groaned, muffled behind his palm. “I hate this. I hate you. I hate everything.”
“Was it that girl Suzy you dated in freshman year?” you asked.
“Mhm,” Eddie groaned, like even the memory tasted sour.
And suddenly, the thought of Eddie, your Eddie, your best friend since forever, being with another woman didn’t sit right at all. Sure, he’d been with a few women over the years, but in your mind, he’d always been yours.
And you’d never liked Suzy. She had always been a bit of a bitch to him, controlling, complaining every time he wanted to hang out with you. You could see it in the way she looked at you, too, jealous, as if you were some threat she had to watch. And now that you thought it through, it had always been that way with every relationship Eddie had over the years. All his girlfriends had hated you, hated the way Eddie looked at you, hated how he’d cancel dates just to check on you when you were sick, hated how he spent more time and energy planning your birthday than their anniversary. How they always were number two in his life, because you’d always taken the first place.
You swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close you two were on the bed. “Huh,” you murmured. “Guess I never thought about it like that.”
Eddie peeked at you through his fingers. He couldn’t admit it, not with Venom looming and you looking at him like that, but his imagination had already betrayed him. He couldn’t stop picturing you, in different positions, straddling his lap, lying under him, naked, touching his body, moaning for real instead of the fake stuff on the laptop. And the pillow in his lap was doing a terrible job of hiding it. His cock was painfully hard, fighting to escape the confinement of his pants, begging for some release.
Venom leaned forward, flashing his teeth in a grin. “He is imagining you right now.”
“YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW,” Eddie exploded, sitting bolt upright, nearly knocking the laptop off the bed.
You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. “Oh my God! V, stop lying.”
Eddie sank back down, burying his face in the pillow this time. “Kill me. Just kill me now.”
“I’m not lying,” Venom’s purr was smug and satisfied. “Come on, Eddie. Tell her.”
“Please, just ignore him.” Eddie's voice was a desperate beg, proof of how aroused and ashamed he was at the same time.
You curled on your side, and you saw the way Eddie sat slouched against the headboard beside you, clutching that poor pillow to his lap like it was his lifeline. You smirked, nudging him with your foot. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I am in pain,” he grumbled, eyes glued stubbornly to the screen.
“He is suffering. That’s what happens when you spend forty minutes hard. It’s hilarious.”
Eddie shot him a murderous glare. “Shut up.”
You grinned, leaning up on one elbow. “So you are turned on?”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my God.”
Venom tilted his head. “She can feel it if she leans closer. You might as well admit it.”
“V!” Eddie barked, completely horrified. “It’s a very natural reaction. It’s— It’s not like I can control it. It just—“ He desperately tried to explain to you.
Venom wasn’t wrong. You could see it now, the way he kept squirming under the pillow, the restless bounce of his knee. And it made the heat pool low in your stomach. You shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, your thigh brushing against his hip, making him stiffen instantly.
You took hold of the pillow, slowly sliding it off his lap. Eddie tried to resist at first, gripping the pillow tight, but in one quick move, you removed it from him, and there it was. The truth he’d been trying so hard to hide. The big tent formed in his pants was impossible to miss, his cock straining against the fabric, twitching helplessly, so alive it looked like it might burst free if you stared too long.
Eddie’s face flushed hot as he scrambled through words, fumbling for some apology, anything that might cover the shame burning through him. “I—look, I didn’t—shit, I didn’t mean—” He wanted to tell you he wasn’t a creep, that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, that he just couldn’t control it, but his excuses withered before they even left his mouth, because you didn’t yell or shove the pillow back at him. You simply slid back down, lying on your side with your back to him, giving him the perfect view of your thighs, of the space between where he imagined sliding his hand, his mouth, his aching cock.
“You know…” You said softly, “It doesn’t look that bad. That thing… thigh fucking or whatever. You said it feels good, right?”
He made a strangled noise. “Oh, Jesus Christ.”
You wiggled back against him deliberately, your ass brushing his erection just once, but it was enough to make him whimper. His hands twitched before he grabbed your hip to hold you still.
“You’re killing me,” he rasped into your ear.
You smiled faintly. “Let’s try it.”
“Right. And your boyfriend? Hmm? What about him?”
“My boyfriend? Probably out, screwing some barmaid like he usually does. Besides, you’re not putting it inside,” you cut in. “That’s technically not cheating.”
Venom purred. “She is clever. Do it.”
“I don’t think that’s how cheating works.” Eddie’s voice trembled, trying to hold on and resist.
“Do you wanna do it or not?” You said a little more impatiently now.
“Yes, Eddie. You heard the woman. It’s not cheating if it’s not inside.” Venom encouraged him.
Eddie groaned, pressing his forehead into your shoulder like he was trying to pray the moment away. But his cock was throbbing against the curve of your ass. And finally, finally, he gave in. His hands shook as he unzipped his jeans, his breath ragged as he freed himself. The heavy press of him slipped against the back of your thighs.
“Holy shit,” Eddie whispered, almost to himself.
He settled his cock in that little space between your thighs, and you shifted, squeezing them together just enough to trap him there. He groaned, jerking his hips forward, sliding his member between the softness of your skin.
Eddie’s chest pressed to your back, and he began to move, slow at first, then harder, more desperate, gliding his cock between your thighs.
“Oh my God,” he choked out. “That… fuck, that feels—”
You arched back against him, your own breath catching. “Feels good, huh?”
He clenches his hand at your hip, pulling you closer, grinding into you with a needy rhythm. “You have no idea…”
Poor Eddie was trying so damn hard not to lose it. His big hand stayed firm on your hip as he thrust between your thighs from behind, the thick weight of his cock sliding in that hot, tight space you’d made for him. The head of it kept catching on your clit every time he dragged forward, and the friction made you moan shamelessly.
“Jesus Christ—” Eddie grunted against your shoulder, his cock twitched when you shifted your thighs just enough to squeeze him tighter. “You’re—fuck, you’re so soft there—”
Venom rumbled like he was amused. “She sounds delicious. And you sound pathetic.”
“Shut up,” Eddie growled through his teeth, but he couldn’t stop rutting into the slick heat of your thighs, couldn’t stop listening to the wet little sounds it was making as his pre-cum coated your skin.
You tilted your head back into the crook of his neck, brushing your lips against his stubble as you whispered, “Eddie, it feels so good… your cock, it keeps hitting me right there—”
His whole body shuddered. He hadn’t meant to touch you more than this, hadn’t meant to let himself need it, but the sound of your voice, the way your thighs hugged him… it broke something in him. He slid his hand down your stomach and cupped your pussy over your shorts, pressing his fingers right where you were throbbing.
You gasped and grabbed his wrist. “Eddie!”
“Yeah, I know,” he panted, sliding his hand under your shorts and panties, pressing two thick fingers against your clit while his cock pumped between your thighs. “You’re soaked, baby, you’re—fuck, you’re dripping for me.”
You whined and bucked into Eddie’s hand, letting your head fall back against his chest. “God… don’t stop, Eddie. Don’t you dare stop.”
The rhythm of his thrusts got messier, harder, his cockhead dragging perfectly against your puffy clit with every stroke. Your thighs trembled from the friction and the added pressure of his hand working your pussy in time with his hips.
Meanwhile, the porn kept playing on the laptop, low but not low enough to ignore. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your gasps and Eddie’s ragged breathing, and every now and then, Venom’s rumble cut through.
“She’s begging him,” Venom said, almost delighted. “She sounds like you.”
“Not—fuckin’ helping,” Eddie hissed, rutting harder between your thighs as you pushed back against him.
You tilted your head toward the screen. On it, the girl moaned while her partner spat right into her open mouth. Your brows arched. “Do guys… like that too?”
Eddie’s thrust stuttered. “Uh—I mean—shit, some do, yeah. It’s—it’s dirty.” His voice went rougher. “Real dirty.”
Venom chuckled. “You like it. Don’t pretend.”
“Shut up,” Eddie growled, but his cock twitched hard between your thighs, giving him away.
You smiled slyly, lifted your hand, and sucked two of your fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them slowly, letting spit pool, until they were dripping wet. Eddie watched as if he forgot to breathe.
“Jesus,” he rasped.
You brought your slick fingers to his mouth, brushing them over his lips. “Open,” you whispered.
His pupils blew wide, jerking his hips forward helplessly. But he obeyed, parting his lips as you pushed your wet fingers against his tongue. He sucked them in without hesitation, moaning low in his throat, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Good boy,” you teased, grinding your hips back against his cock as you let him taste the spit. “Knew you’d like it.”
His groan was muffled around your fingers, his thrusts getting rougher now, cock sliding hard between your thighs, the swollen head catching your clit again and again.
Venom purred, smug: “Pathetic. Look at him, sucking on your hand like a starved thing.”
Eddie tore his mouth off your fingers, panting hard, his chin wet. “Fuck, sweetheart—don’t do that, I’ll—I can’t—”
But he didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t stop grinding his cock against you like he was possessed, and he pressed his thick fingers harder against your clit while he rutted messily against you, drawing circles over the shiny pearl.
You gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. “Eddie—it feels so good—keep going, please—”
Eddie groaned like he’d been punched, his free hand came up to spit right into his palm, and then slid it down his cock to lube it up. The sound of him slicking himself up was obscene, wet, and the next thrust slid so easily between your thighs.
“Fuck,” Eddie growled, pressing his forehead against your temple. “That’s—shit, that’s so much better.”
You grinned, loving how far gone he was. “Do it again, Eddie. Spit in my mouth.”
He froze for half a second. “Baby, you—”
Venom chuckled darkly. “Do it. She wants it.”
Eddie let out a wrecked noise and tilted your face up, his thumb hooking under your chin. His spit dropped heavy into your waiting mouth, warm and slick. You swallowed it without breaking eye contact, then moaned.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie groaned, his cock jerking between your thighs, grinding harder now.
“More,” you whispered with tongue out.
He spat again, messier this time, some sliding onto your tongue and down your lips. You swallowed again and then pulled him into a filthy kiss, his spit smeared between your mouths as he shoved his tongue deep, desperate to taste himself on you.
The sound of the porn was still going in the background, and it only egged him on. You slid your hand down, finding with your fingers the fat head of his cock where it thrust against your clit. You rubbed it slowly, spreading his pre-cum around, making it glide smoother against you. Every time you circled over the swollen crown with your fingers, Eddie choked on a moan straight into your mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted, rutting harder, his hand gripping your thigh to hold you wide for him. “Fuck—baby, fuck. Feels like I’m already inside you.”
You gasped, arching back against him, loving how wild he was getting. “Don’t stop, Eddie, don’t you dare stop.”
Venom rumbled, “pathetic. He’ll spill before you ever let him in.”
Eddie ignored him, too far gone. He pumped his spit-slick cock harder between your thighs while you rubbed his head, your mouth locked with his in the dirtiest kiss he’s ever had.
He was groaning into your hair. “Baby, I’m not gonna last—I’m not—fuck, you feel too good, I can’t—”
You pushed back against him, almost delirious from the way his cock rubbed you and his fingers circled your clit. “Eddie, please… make me cum. Please, I want it.”
That broke him. He swore loudly and rubbed your clit faster, almost desperately. The heat, the friction, the size of him pressing on you made your body arch as you came. Your thighs clenched around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he let out a strangled sound and thrust twice more before spilling messily all over your skin. Hot spurts painted you, shooting out of him, and dripping down your inner thighs, over your shorts, all over his hand where he was still cupping you.
“Fuck—fuck, look at that,” he gasped, jerking his hips through the aftershocks, as more of his cum leaked out, spreading everywhere between you.
Venom laughed. “Lame. He made a mess of you without even being inside.”
You ignored Venom, moaning and squirming at the obscene heat of it, at the way Eddie kept twitching against you, his cock still spilling, soaking your thighs until it was dripping down to the sheets.
“Oh my God, Ed,” you breathed, reaching down to smear it against yourself, rubbing it over your skin just to make him choke on another moan. “You came so much.”
He clamped his hand over yours, stopping you, desperate. “Baby, don’t—fuck, I can’t—” He kissed you again, sloppy and wet, still rutting weakly through the mess he’d made.
“Better than your boyfriend, right?” Venom said, but it sounded more like an affirmation rather than a question.
You laughed softly, still trembling from the aftershocks. “So much better.”
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A/N: I know everyone was waiting for Reggie today, but I was editing this in the middle of the night and completely messed up the scheduling SO HERE IT IS, EDDIE INSTEAD!!!
Until now, every fic I’ve written with infidelity has been the guy cheating on his wife/gf with reader. BUT THE OPPOSITE??? SO HOT TOO, RIGHT??? RIGHT???
I’m obsessed with the idea of a desperate man who has to settle for dry humping/thigh riding/tight fucking because he can’t actually fuck you. And honestly… Eddie is the perfect man for that scenario.
I really hope you enjoy this one!! I think it was a pretty original idea, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on it🩷🩷
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Spitting,Slut shaming and just down right nasty shi
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 552
You don’t know how you ended up in this situation but here you are splayed across your bed with your big,hunky alien between your legs. His crescent milky, white eyes glared up at you as his monstrous tongue glided teasingly across your plush thighs; his teeth skittered daringly across every perimeter he touched; they were so sharp they could puncture your flesh and paint your skin red at any second, but something about that turned you on- the thought of him purposely nicking your skin to claim you as HIS turned you on to no avail.
You let out a whiny moan as the tip of his tongue swiped across your pulsing nub, groaning in appreciation he used his two hands to grab your thighs to pull you closer to his gaping mouth. “ That’s it baby, moan for me- let the world hear how much of a slut you are for me” he half smirked as you whimpered in response and attempted to close your legs around him, to which he just spreaded your legs wider to allow him to feast upon you with no difficulties. He stopped his sweet abuse on your dripping cunt and stared deep into your eyes “ I want you to be a good girl and use one of your hands to rub your clit while I ravish this aching pussy” without giving you a chance to speak he delved right back into your cunt like a starved man, you let out a long moan in response and snapped your eyes shut as you felt his velvet tongue slide in out of your hole like a piston.
You bit your lip and leaned back into your soft pillows; using your middle finger to rub your clit in fast circles you couldn’t help the sinful moans that were spilling out of your mouth,you began to play with your nipples with your other hand, but that was quickly stopped when he spawned two random tentacle’s and replaced your hand with them, your pussy clenched down hard on his tongue as you felt them tweak and pull at your hardened nipples.
Leaning his head back a bit he gathered up some of your creamy juices and spat it backed onto your puffy lips, he watched it drip down past your fluttering asshole before once again diving back in. You lurched forward in pleasure as you felt your release about to come. He hummed in acknowledgment and sped up his actions,making sure to slither his tongue deep into your pussy so it hits your g spot.
You felt like your body was lit ablaze as you felt tingling sensations all over your body,your eyes rolled to back of your skull and you gripped tightly onto the sheets; the pleasure was all to much, ragged and loud moans were played into the air like sweet tunes.
Rising up from between your thighs you watched as saliva mixed with your delicious nectar dripped from his mouth and unto the clean sheets below you. Leaning close to your face he lowly whispered “I’ll ruin you for any other man” God he was so sexy when he was possessive.
( copy rights to @kyejiz for the divider)
𝐀/𝐍: I know this is a shock but I just wanted to delve into a different fandom since it’s halloween and shi,tell me what y’all think.
Summary: You are the wife or partner of this gentleman who has existed for years, a romantic gentleman…oh your sweet Romeo, I think.
Type: Romantic, Headcanon
Warning: None?
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Another gentleman, but very old-fashioned.
Zestial is not one to give in easily. For eons, he has watched suns and souls die, and you were the first light to break his eternal routine.
Once you gain his trust, his loyalty is absolute. He is extremely protective and uses his fearsome reputation to your advantage, making other demons avoid bothering you for fear of his wrath.
Spending time together would involve quiet afternoons with tea, deep conversations, or reading. He is an exceptional listener and offers wise advice with a calming comfort.
He is very romantic.
He always brings you a bouquet of flowers when he returns to his mansion, and you wait for him with open arms.
You are his beautiful wife. He likes you to stay home; he has always been used to that, although he doesn't lock you up. You can go freely wherever you want because he knows where you are.
His presence causes panic; other demons might flee or hurt themselves just by seeing him by your side. A "normal" social life would be nearly impossible.
His cautious nature and long lifespan make him reserved in expressing deep emotions. It takes patience to understand him and fully earn his trust.
His perspective is shaped by centuries of existence. He might appear condescending or impatient with concerns he considers trivial in the short term.
In public, he is reserved, but his gaze follows you everywhere. If someone gets too close, his golden aura manifests immediately—heat, soft thunder, the feeling of being watched by something older than time.
If Zestial were to formalize the relationship, it would be through an ancient pact or oath, not a simple marriage. It would be a private ceremony, perhaps in the deepest catacombs of his mansion, with vows spoken in a forgotten infernal language, permanently binding your essences. He would see this as the most sacred union.
As his mate, he would likely grant you a portion of his own power to prolong your life and allow you to defend yourself. Not for you to fight his battles, but to be an unwavering beacon in the storm. In return, you offer him the one thing centuries of solitude could not: a genuine connection and an emotional refuge. You are his anchor to a gentler reality.
A profound challenge would be dealing with his immortal nature. He has seen entire civilizations fall. This can lead to a deep melancholy or a disconnection from "temporary" problems. Your role, in part, would be to remind him of the beauty and urgency of the "present," something he may have forgotten.
He likes to write you letters; he writes you many, many letters that are poems. Some he doesn't give you and keeps for himself.
He is a man of considerable age, has had past experiences, and knows what to do and what not to do, in his old-fashioned way, though that doesn't bother you.
He doesn't know how new technology works, but he doesn't hate it like Alastor does, not nearly as much.
His home is not just a house; it is a living domain. Silent corridors, cobwebs glistening with hellish dew that reveal visions of the past, and his "children" (small demonic spiders) weaving their plots in every corner. In time, you would learn to read the mansion, to know its mood.
Your position would make you a piece on the political chessboard of Pentagram City. You would have to learn to wield the fine arts of dissimulation and infernal diplomacy.
Allies like Carmilla Carmine would be cordial, but enemies like the Vees would see you as Zestial's weak point. Your safety would be his highest priority, which could sometimes feel like a gilded cage.
The most precious moments would be those rare instants when his mask of an ancient and fearsome lord cracks.
Perhaps it's seeing your genuine reaction to a simple gift, or when, in the stillness of the night, she rests her forehead on your shoulder, not to speak, but simply to be, allowing the weight of her centuries to rest upon you for a moment. In those silences, the connection would be deeper than any words.
he’s been around for a millennium and no one’s managed to intrigue him the way you have. these new sinners lack sophistication, manners and respect. while alastor may have failed to formally present you to the overlords, who’s meeting you were attending, you held out your hand to him with a pleasant, albeit nervous, smile
well, he’s never one to turn down an introduction
"seldom has there been a creature as enrapturing as thee," he says as he takes your hand, “charmed to meet thous acquaintance."
doubling over, he still needs to lift your knuckles to his mouth where he delicately places a kiss
"one's own self would be delighted if thou were to accompany this old soul for a promenade. doth thou agree?"
fearing you were far less prepared for this meeting than you originally thought, your eyes jump to alastor in terror,
"what did he say?" you whisper
alastor's smile could have been nonexistent, he looked as lost as you left, "my dear, i couldn't tell you if i wanted to."
