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can't stop thinking about eddie using your pussy like it's his specially crafted toy for days. i'm talking fucking all day and all night, just leaving the room to use the bathroom or refill your water glass, sweaty nasty sex nonstop. and your pussy fucking aching from the abuse. and then you're both lying in bed, all gross and fucked out, but eddie's insatiable. he starts kissing you -- sweetly kissing you, like he did when you first met -- and you can't help but return the kiss, tasting him on your lips and savoring the saltiness of his sweat.
"god, babe," you whisper with a little smile. "my pussy's fucking sore," you tell him with a laugh. his eyebrows raise with innocence, but a dirty smile toys at his lips. "oh, is that so?" he asks, planting chaste kisses on each corner of your lips. part of you wants to relax and melt into his sweetness, but a bigger part of you knows he's up to something.
"you hear that?" he says, looking down between your legs. "she says you're 'sore.'" before you can laugh at the fact eddie's talking to your vagina and give him a playful shove, his hand is cupping your sex and his thumb is ghosting the nerves of your still sensitive clit.
eddie looks back up at you and his dark eyes bore into yours. "my cock too much for you, pretty baby?" he asks, cocking his head a little to the side as he speaks. "too much for my little girl's tight pussy?"
his hands start to spread your legs apart as he positions himself in between you again for the umpteenth time. he takes his semi hard cock into his hand and rubs it where his fingers were, teasing you.
"eddie," part of you wants to protest, yet you can't help but spread your legs a little bit wider for him and let your nails drag down his arms as you hold him above you.
"come on, baby, tell me. is my cock too big for you?" he takes the tip and starts to gently press it inside. "should i just stop fucking you?" he asks, feigning a gasp.
your laugh turns into a moan as he dips in deeper. the stretch burns but feels too good to say no to. "don't stop, eds," you whisper. fuck it. you melt into the covers even if he's not going to be sweet.
being particularly sore one day so eddie insists on just giving ur pussy gentle kisses to make it feel better, starts off as a bit of a joke until he realizes he can make u cum just from pressing little kisses on ur clit until u cry :(
eddie doesn't just kiss your clit he full on makes out with it </3 lips and tongue and little content hums as he works you over.
Steve would take such good care of you if you got drunk at the bar with your friends at a night out. Like he’d come get you and take your home and help you change and wash your face so you don’t break out and if you were insecure about being a messy drunk he’d tell you how cute you are and how much he loves you even when you’re drunk and he’d make sure you drank some water and had ibuprofen by the bed for when you wake up and just cuddle you close
steve is sitting by his phone when u go out with the girls because his dad(dy) senses are tingling and he knows you're gonna call at some point slurring your words and hiccuping and asking him if he would love you if you were a worm. hes ready.
daddy steve brushing your teeth for you because you’re too much of a tired lil baby to do it yourself :( he holds your jaw open with his big hand and gives u lil kisses in between spits in the sink and gets toothpaste on his lips from it :(( and maybe even eddie will make sure to braid your hair before bed so its not all knotted in the morning :(((((((
bursts into little pieces of my former self.
he just has a hand on your jaw and you're leaning against his chest because you're too sleepy to stand on your own. its after hes fucked you stupid, but steve insists on a night routine so after your nap hes coaxing you up, and you're letting him maneuver you how he wants like a doll. he wipes toothpaste that slips down your lips with his thumb and says, "this way." when he needs you to tilt your head a certain way. "good girl. now spit." holding your hair back for you when you lean over to spit it all out. you open your mouth back dutifully when he asks, to swish it around and you spit that out too when he tells you.
you hum happily when he praises you and kisses the top of your head, feel yourself being led into his big bedroom and hes opening his bottom drawer next to his bed where he keeps things hes bought for you when you stay over, and you're already raising your arms for him to help you into your pretty silk pjs.
he kisses you when hes done. softly. "you wanna sleep now, yeah? yeah. come on, up you get." lifting you easily until you're settled on his bed, under the covers. "there. comfy?" another kiss, this time on your nose when you nod. "you're really cute."
james in one of those boyfriends that, whenever you guys are waiting in line, (for food, a ride, etc.), he always has his hands on you. whether it’s massaging your shoulders, rubbing your hand w his thumb, twirling strands of your hair w his finger. the ideas are endless.
ITS KINDA SPECIFIC but this vid explains what i mean hehe
BAHAHA ABSOLUTELY!! he's so much bigger than you and yet he clings like a little koala :') wrapped around you from behind, arms tight around your waist and face buried in your neck :') tugging at your belt loops when you move too far away from him :')
and you're not innocent! you're always running your fingers through the curls at his nape, forearms resting on his shoulders while his hands knead at your ass :') slumping into his chest with your hands buried in his back pockets :') you guys are disgustingly adorable and no one can stand to be around you
sending eddie a bunch of photos of cutesy matching plushies and u end up getting them n he just has this (either or) in the corner of his bed. I just love the big ass contrast to his dark and totally metal room & then adding something soft cause it reminds him of his gf so it just sticks out from all the black in his room <3
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he adores them so much when you're not there to hold he burries his nose in one of them because they always smell like you because you always spritz them in your perfume before you leave for this reason.
falling asleep in steve's car and carrying you back inside *gibberish screaming*
- minimal dialogue, bc i still need to figure out how to properly write conversations.
by the time you'd left the party, you're more than exhausted.
the remaining energy you had was from the water steve had offered you to wash the alcohol away from your system, and his warm hands that held both your hand and back that lead you to his car, eyes drooping and nearly fully closing when you reached his door.
the car bumps in uneven roads, the sound of wheels hitting the asphalt ground muffled, or maybe it was just the gentle rain pattering on the hood of his car. your seatbelt keeps you snug in the warm leather seat, and you realize just now that steve has laid your seat back a bit so you're partly laying with your head laying on the headrest.
your hands stay pliant beneath your cheek, eyes blinking slowly as the need for sleep pulls on your eyelids shut. steve's music is low, but you can hear take on me pretty well if you focused on it.
swallowing, you look at steve and see he's removed his jacket and placed it over your body to keep you warm. the rivulets of raindrops race to the bottom of the window, seeing which would break first and turn into a sliver of a puddle on his car door.
his smell evades you — fruit punch and expensive perfume you can't name but remember being with him when he bought it. his scent mingles with yours and the thought of it sends shivers up your spine.
steve's tapping his fingers on the wheel, humming along with the song as quiet as he could as to not disturb you. his hair is fluffier than usual; prettier with a lone curl over his forehead. he takes a familiar left turn, and you figure you're at least five turns away from your home.
left, right, left, right, right
when you try to remove your hand beneath you, it sticks slightly onto the leather due to the created sweat. steve hears you, gives you a quick glance and slows his driving down as a hand leaves the steering wheel and positions it on your knee.
hand on my knee. his hand on my knee.
"hey," he whispers, a small smile creeping up his cute face. the streetlights give the left side of his face a dandelion glow every five seconds, twinkles his concerned eyes. "you really do get sleepy when you drink, huh?"
"mm," you squeeze your eyes shut, tucking his jacket underneath your chin, covering everything but your elbows. steve chuckles and blindly rubs your head before he's back to the steering wheel.
and you're right — five turns and he makes a whole stop. your eyes aren't fully closed, and you can see through the tiny slit that steve's unbuckled his seat belt and stared at you for a while, blurringly watching a grin creep up to his face before he's pulling the keys off the ignition and exiting the car.
you hear yours open, the cold air hitting your back. steve carefully pushes your shoulder down and unbuckles your seatbelt, letting it snap back in place before you feel him place his forearm beneath your knees and a hand on the small of your back.
like everything falling into place, you're lifted into the air and into his arms where you want to be. you rest your head on his shoulder, and steve, with neophyte fingers, helplessly plucks the keys from your pockets and bends over to unlock the door to your house.
it's quiet and it's dark, your parents gone for some business trip. but they're like steve's parents, gone longer than they should be. but it's given you the opportunity to spend more time with him, and you don't mind.
you shake a little when he climbs up the stairs and comes into your bedroom. steve sighs heavily, resting you right on top of the duvet only for him to slip your shoes off and place it beside your door.
finally, you've gotten the energy to open your eyes again. you blink the deep slumber off your eyes and see steve arrange your vanity that you left disheveled before you left with him. steve does this in the dark, the only assistance was from the light through your window.
"steve?"
"hm?" he stops what he's doing and fully looks at you, saunters his way to your side and crouches head level. "you okay? do you need anything?"
shaking your head, your hand comes up to pull on his collar, half-asleep as you do so. steve laughs at the suddenly irritated look on your face as you murmur: "need you."
though within the darkness, you think steve blushes at your declaration. "alright, bubs." his hand caresses your disheveled hair. "can you sit up for me a bit so i can tuck us in?"
you do, still with the sleep overwhelming your frame. he had to assist you in doing so like an old person. steve pulls the duvet from beneath you, urges you to lay under it as he walks to the other side and kicks his shoes off before he shrugs his shirt away.
it's what makes you fully open an eye for you to take a one second glimpse of his exposed chest. and god, if you weren't tired.
you move to your side and steve moves beneath the covers, wrapping the blanket over your shivering bodies from the season's bitter nips.
wordlessly, he moves closer and pulls you to his chest, a hand beneath you despite the fact it'll go numb in a couple minutes (he doesn't care), and a hand that keeps pushing your hair away from your neck and face so he can plant a kiss on your forehead to lull you back to sleep. his warmth hugs you like brave wool in winter, lips remaining on your skin but no longer into a kiss.
"goodnight, baby," he whispers in the dark room. you feel comforted by his tactile touch, and you find yourself hugging him with just as much need.
and everything falls into place, in his arms where you're supposed to be.
eddie would send a dick pic n it would literally be perfect except his fucking stompers are in the background
you don't notice till later because you're too busy staring at his cock. literally go through a whole sexting conversation with him and cum all over your fingers and then you scroll back up to admire and it and text him again like, "are those your fucking toes, edward."
thinking of OF!eddie and his camera shy girlfriend who still wants to be in his videos </3 him throwing a knowing kind of smirk at the camera whenever she hides her face as if to say "you see how fucking cute she is?"
Cigarettes out of the window- poly! marauders when you start overworking out to try and be prettier for them
Robie's funeral
Any character you want starts noticing how your behaviour changed. Obviously it’s because you’re not okay. Hurt to comfort prompt.
Cigarettes out of the window, pt. 1
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Age limit: I want to say 18+, but I know ED doesn’t have any age, so, just be careful
Warnings: bulimia, body dysmorphia, slow burn, crying and bad mental health, negative self-talk, not happy ending, my writing, part 2 on its way
Let me know if I forgot anything
Words count: 2 299
Pairing: Remus Lupin x James Potter x Sirius Black x fem!reader
Relationship: poly romantic
Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.
Read me: follow me cuz @robiedreamland got terminated 😟
A/N: please, don’t read this if you’re easily triggered about your eating disorder. Remember that this is not any motivation for you to start witch such a thing like this. I’m just writing the request. If you feel like you have problems with eating disorder, please reach out for help. || and I’m also sorry that I didn’t stick up with only reader who is overworking out.
My girl Y/n/n used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep
You were sitting in the bath robe, hair hidden in a hair mask under a satin bonnet and tears slowly daring out. You needed to look pretty.
Covering yourself in another face mask, the liquid substance sticking on your skin and your fingers gently massaging it in.
That’s what you’ve been doing everyday for the last few weeks.
You stopped sneaking into your boyfriends’ room as you did every night, instead you were doing… whatever you want to call this. Let’s call it a bad habit of yours. A new bad habit.
“Are you alright, sweet cheek?” James asked between his own gasps as he saw you ‘I’m going to pass out any moment’ position. Hands on your knees, labored shallow breathing and tears burning in your eyes. “Y-yeah,” you breathed out, the breath burning your throat. “Just forgot how to breathe for a bit.” you tried to play it as a joke but James was still worried. “Alright, just catch me if you are too tired.” He leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting. And disgusted.
“Are you alright, sweet cheek?” James asked between his own gasps as he saw you ‘I’m going to pass out any moment’ position. Hands on your knees, labored shallow breathing and tears burning in your eyes. “Y-yeah,” you breathed out, the breath burning your throat. “Just forgot how to breathe for a bit.” you tried to play it as a joke but James was still worried. “Alright, just catch me if you are too tired.” He leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting. And disgusted.
“Are you alright, sweet cheek?” James asked between his own gasps as he saw you ‘I’m going to pass out any moment’ position. Hands on your knees, labored shallow breathing and tears burning in your eyes. “Y-yeah,” you breathed out, the breath burning your throat. “Just forgot how to breathe for a bit.” you tried to play it as a joke but James was still worried. “Alright, just catch me if you are too tired.” He leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting. And disgusted.
James kissed your sweaty forehead. Your ugly forehead where you didn’t practice your morning skin care routine. Your forehead that was now all scrunched up. Your fucking sweaty forehead that was dripping with sweat.
For you, it was derogatory now.
But for you in the past and for James, it was normal and a sign of love. James didn’t care how sweaty you were and how you looked. He loved you whole with his whole huge heart, no matter what. And for you in the past, it would mean the same.
“Do you fancy a shower with me?” James smirked at you towards the shower. It was something you used to do after his games. All four of you. Take a shower where you and Remus pampered James and Sirius. Massaging their scalps and planting small kisses all over each other.
It was something you used to do with James after his training. Taking a quick shower with him, which always turned into a water fight. No one was happy because of that mess afterwards.
And normally you would fancy a shower with James. But the person was no longer in you. You needed to be pretty to have a fancy shower. Anyway, you used trips to bathroom for a different reasons now too.
“No, thank you, Jamie.” you gave him your apology and before he could say something, you ran away to take your own shower.
To wash out the sweat and scrub your whole body to have the smoothest skin in the whole United Kingdom. To have smooth skin like those girls you read about it fan-fictions.
She'd disappear for an hour and a half and when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth
And that went day after day. Meeting James on the morning run and then Sirius on the evening run. Meeting Remus on the afternoon study because no one would date a stupid girl.
“Are you alright?” Remus asked you when he noticed that you’re not there in spirit. You didn’t answer, he reached out his hand, the back of it stroking the side of your shoulder.
“Mhm,” you hummed, only because you heard some noises. Remus sighed, sadness washing over him as he realised that no matter what was happening, he was slowly losing you. They, they were slowly losing you.
He leaned a bit closer to you, his warm fingers hooking under your chin, your eyes locking with his amber eyes. The golden hour played with his hair and eyes, making him look like a fallen angel. So pretty.
And so pretty, but not for you.
“Talk to me, pretty girl.” he said, softly. “Why don’t you talk to me?” His lips turned into one of his sweet smiles. “Talk to me, like you used to.” His fingers found their way to stroke your cold cheek. “So, are you alright?” he raised his eyebrows at you. In his face there was no taunt or mockery, just a lust for knowing what’s really bothering you. There was a worry written in his face.
You opened your mouth but all you could do was to choke on your words. Your lower lip started to wobble and you couldn’t fill your lungs with oxygen.
“N-no.” you squeaked before completely fondling yourself into Remus’ open arms.
No.
Just a simple one word, one sentence that was telling him a whole story. Remus pulled you closer to him, and closer, and closer until you were curled up in his lap. Your arms wrapping around his neck like you’re drowning and he was your saving buoy.
Painful and heart wrecking sobs were escaping your throat and your salty tears were drenching his jumper. But all he ever wanted was you to know that it’s okay. That you could ruin every jumper he owned with your tears if that would cure you.
His warm hands were traveling from your shoulder blades to your lower back, rubbing your loins as he knew that they would hurt you.
His warm and soft hands, on your tender shaking back.
“Shh,” he whispered oh so quietly. “Is going to be alright, darling.” He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his own tears not to escape in front of you.
“It’s not, it’s not going to be okay.” you sobbed and clutched on his tall figure.
“No no, don’t say that, sweet girl,” he shook his head and a first tear slipped from his closed eyes, running down his cheek and burning on his fresh unhealed scar. “It is going to be okay, alright?” he placed a kiss on the top of your head. He didn’t give you a chance to argue with him before he pleaded: “Look at me,” his voice was desperate. Just like his hands prying your face from his neck.
Remus cupped your face, seeing tears streaming down your face and your lips being curled up in a painful twist. If the room was silent, you could hear Remus’ heart shattering into billion tiny pieces.
“We are going to solve this out, alright?” He looked at you through his light lashes. “You and me,” he continued. “You and me and Jamie and Sirius, okay? We’re not going to let you be alone for this.” Remus promised.
You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him, nor even nod, all you could do was to hide in his body again and cry into his jumper.
But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee
Sirius was playing with Padfoot’s tennis ball, throwing it into the air, trying to reach the ceiling. His eyebrows were knitted together in an intended look.
“I think something’s wrong.” he murmured out of nowhere.
“Wacha mean by that?” Remus looked up from his book, The Shining, still smelling new. “Look at it, mate,” Sirius sat up on his bed, spreading his arms around. “Y/n/n is not here.”
Remus and James glared at him, their faces telling that they already noticed.
“I mean,” Sirius started. “She was there,” he looked at his other boyfriend. “and suddenly she’s not here. Only meeting up with me on my afternoon run and-”
“What did ya say?” James interrupted him and titled his head.
“What?”
“”Bout that run, say it again.”
Sirius blinked at him a few times, completely confused just like every time in position class. Marauders talked about everything. Remus, Sirius and James especially as they all had the love bond. They talked about Quidditch, they talked about studying, they talked about why James ate cheese again when he’s lactose intolerant, they talked about their breathtaking girlfriend. They talked about what to do for the big anniversary, where to take you and if you would fancy a trip to Edinburg… but for some reason they never talked about how you’re sticking up with them through the day.
“She is running with me on afternoon runs,” Sirius nervously chuckled. “What’s wrong with that?” he asked.
The thing about Sirius’ run was… Let’s say that Sirius found a healthy coping mechanism for him. But what was saving him was something that was killing you.
James stood there, blankly staring into the space.
“James, what’s happening?” Remus crawled at the end of the bed to his boyfriend. James didn’t hear him, the ringing was way too loud in his ears, like hundreds of mosquitoes attacking his brain, only experiencing this feeling when he got overwhelmed with the whole world.
Remus reached out for his hand and tucked on his fingers. “Darling boy,” he looked up at him. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” Remus pleaded.
“Y/n/n was on a run with me this morning.” James started. “And yesterday’s morning too.” he breathed in. “And the previous morning too, and that morning too,” he wanted to continue but his voice disappeared into the air as his brain started working with puzzles.
“She was with me yesterday’s afternoon too, and the previous too.” Sirius added, slowly catching in.
“That’s… too much,” James whispered. “And then… I didn’t see her at breakfast. Not for the last few weeks.” James started thinking out loud.
“Oh c’mon, mate, she said she is getting nauseous from breakfast.” Sirius waved in front of him, completely believing your explanation.
But Remus understood. Way more quickly then he would want to.
The way he saw you getting more and more exhausted everyday, the way you excused yourself for bathroom breaks after everything you ate, the way you kept sipping on your water without even reminding. Something was awfully wrong.
“Fuck,” Remus breathed out when he realised. “What?” Sirius and James glared at him.
“Did you notice any suspicious behavior in her?” He asked, quickly opening his bedside table and grabbing his notes and pen, scrambling something down.
“Mmm,” James thought. “Lot’s of drinking?” Sirius brought that up. “Like she is able to drink a whole liter on our afternoon run. Which is weird, she used to drink a whole liter throughout the day, not an hour.”
Remus wrote that piece down, doing his math. It would make sense, it was after lunch and running made you nauseous too anyway. The perfect opportunity.
“Anything other?” He asked.
“Well, for me, it’s not spending time with us. It’s been weeks since we had a sleepover. And sometimes, I see her on a map sneaking into Hogsmeade and always coming back with bags of something.” James added.
“Mhm,” Remus nodded. “That’s really… new and odd.”
“Remus what are you doing?” Sirius asked, trying to sneak glances behind his shoulder.
“Thinking, it’s a very helpful thing.” Remus snearled.
After a few minutes, Remus was done, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was the one wearing glasses.
“I… I’m only assuming, but,” Remus took a deep breath. “It’s obvious Y/n has a problem. On that list there can be issues with food consumption and weight loss. Maybe some shopaholic tendencies too.” He read you out like a book
“But what does she buy?” James asked.
“Maybe… I don’t know.” Remus shook his head.
“So, when are we going to talk to her?” Sirius mumbled, his legs bouncing as his thoughts swirled in his mind. Another fake scenario is coming up about you.
“What time is it?” James asked. “Around 16, do you have any idea where she is?” Remus looked at his boyfriends. “Probably at her place.” They looked at each other, communicating through eyes and suddenly it all clicked. They all got up, ruffling their bed sheets.
They all reached their stairs but Remus stopped, turning around and running back. “Rem! What are you doing? We are running out of time!” Sirius shouted. “Shut up!” Remus barked and ran to his drawer. Ruffling it all over until he found the thing he got back for. Your (his) comfort (not his comfort) sweater. Remus quickly changed it and tidied it up with his fingers. It was a forest sweater with light and red stripes, it was a bit itchy on his skin and people sometimes mocked him for it, but he swore to the Lord that it was a magnet on you. Every time he wore it, you were glued to him for the whole day, always nuzzling your cheek into his chest and always holding him so close.
“Really? You had to change right now?” Sirius chuckled. “You don’t get it.” Remus rolled his eyes.
They ran into your place, knocking on your door and deciding to come in when no one answered.
Maybe you were just taking a nap, listening to some music or forgot to close the door.
However and whatever, they expected everything, but none of them wanted to believe that they would see their girlfriend coming from her bathroom, wiping her mouth into her sleeve that was covered in… god knows stuff. With puffy lips and eyes stained red, looking like she committed the biggest crime ever.
“Loves,” you did hoarse, your throat still burning up.
“What-” Sirius started, shaking his head as everyone had their eyes glued on you, shocked and scared expressions on their faces.
─◌✰್ SEMI-DARK FIC student!reader, daddy kink, stepdad/taboo, oral, fingering, elevator sex, name calling, facial, cheating
─◌✰್ i kinda hate this fic ngl but i wanted to post it
"Thor!" She screamed at the top of her lungs from the kitchen as she swallowed the last of her cereal. They were going to be late this morning and she couldn't afford another absence at school this month. "It's 8: 15...we've gotta run!"
She was an average 24 year old graduate student. Her grades weren't wonderful and she would rather spend her time out with her friends or with her boyfriend. She knew her dad wasn't a fan of her choice in men and noticed how he scowled every time her boyfriend was around. She knew the feeling was mutual as he told her that he always had an uneasy feeling about her stepdad.
She wanted to take a couple of extra classes to get her degree faster so if that meant having to get him to take her to the campus on his way to work every Wednesday then so be it. She never considered him her dad or stepdad. In fact she didn’t really seem to care about him, she just wanted to get ger classes done so she herself could move out and not deal with him or her mother anymore.
“Thor!" She screamed again, getting no response. She grabbed her backpack off of the kitchen counter and walked to the front door of their large condo.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." came a voice from behind her.
Her stepdad, Thor, was a doctor at a nearby practice. He stood about a foot taller than herself and had salt and pepper hair which she thought made him look distinguished.
Their relationship had always been one of distance as neither one sought to become close with the other. Her mother, wasn't much different. She was usually more busy writing her novel than she was being a mother.
"You two haven't left yet?" Her mother approached the condominium doorway where she was standing. "You're supposed to be at school in 15 minutes. Where's your dad?" She placed her hands on her hips in exasperation.
"I was just grabbing a different tie." Thor came up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. He twirled her around and kissed her passionately on the lips. She adjusted her backpack and rolled her eyes. Sometimes she hated how much PDA her “parents” showed.
"You're in a good mood today..." Her mom giggled as Thor slid his hand along his wife's crotch, teasing her.
"You have no idea how....frustrated....I am right now." He whispered in her ear and placed his wifes hand on his crotch so she could feel just how hard he was.
She threw the door open. "I'm waiting at the elevator. When you're done with this, I'll be outside." she pulled the door shut behind her.
Thor pushed his wife up against the door. "Honey, you're going to be late," his wife smiled. He smirked and leaned in to kiss her again.
"I'll call in sick..." he slid his hand inside her pants and rubbed his fingers against her clit. "She is waiting by the elevator. Please take her to campus." his wife begged.
"Spoilsport." he mumbled, pulling his hand out and grabbing his briefcase. Thor adjusted his pants to compensate for his growing hard-on. "We'll finish this later, then." He kissed his wife once more before heading out the door.
She stood impatiently waiting by the elevator, having already pushed the button. "There's no way I'm going to be on time now," she huffed at him.
Thor glanced at his her. "I'll write you a note. Don't worry." he said. The elevator dinged and opened in front of them, void of other parties. They stepped in and she pushed the button for the lobby.
"Whatever" she rolled her eyes.
Thor was getting fed up with his her attitude lately. She had been missing school to hang out with her boyfriend and she had no interest in the fact that it was her graduate school or looking into jobs.
She let her backpack fall to the ground and leaned against the wall of the elevator. Thor looked her up and down. She was turning into a young woman and looked remarkably like her mother. As Thor suddenly thought of his wife, he remembered just how horny he was. He shifted his cock in his pants once more.
The elevator screeched to a sudden halt and the main lights went out, leaving the lone emergency light.
"What the fuck?" she swore.
"Don't swear," said Thor, pressing the communication button on the elevator panel so that he could talk to security. The button did nothing.
"Fuck." he swore. She smirked. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"
"I dunno, wait, I guess." she said. The solitary emergency light barely lit up the space around them. It was dim and the elevator was warm. Thor loosened his tie and glanced at his her, reading the words on her shirt. "Why do you were shirts like that?" he spat at her.
She scowled at him. "'Cause I'm a whore. I want all the guys to read my shirt and want to fuck my brains out." she spat back at him sarcastically.
Thor narrowed his eyes at her. He was a patient man, but only to a certain degree. He was sexually frustrated and angry at being stuck in an elevator for who knows how long. His arm suddenly shot up and he grabbed her by her hair
"You know, I've had just about enough of that smart mouth of yours." he growled, pulling her head back and glaring into her eyes. Her mouth fell open slightly as she looked up at her him. Thor pushed her up against the opposite wall of the elevator, still holding her by her hair.
"Thor..." She looked fearfully into his angry eyes.
"You dress like a little slut and then you make jokes about it to me? How is that fair? You have no respect and you just couldn't care less, could you?" he spat at her.
"I'm not..." she swallowed.
"Shut up, you little slut." he leaned in closer to her. "I think a little slut like you needs a good solid cock inside you, don't you?" While Thor held onto her with one hand, he undid his belt with is other hand. "This will be better than anything that fuck up of a boyfriend could give you."
She just shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe what he was about to do. She prayed the elevator would start up again and that he wouldn't continue. She prayed in vain.
Thors pants fell to the ground, revealing his tented boxers. He reached up underneath her skirt and pulled her panties down. A black thong. Just what he would have expected from his little slut of a step-daughter “Take them off." He ordered.
She complied and removed her panties slowly, pushing them away with her foot. Thor reached his hand underneath her skirt again, finding a smoothly shaved cunt. "You shave your pussy for that fucker?" he yanked at her hair again. Thor began to massage his fingers against her clit, finding that she was already dripping wet.
"You dirty little whore. You're already wet for me."
He shoved two of his fingers inside her awaiting cunt. Probing his fingers deep inside her, he heard a slight gasp from his daughter.
"You like it, don't you? Say it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right now."
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She would never have expected for him to suddenly turn on her like this. She had never thought about her stepdad in such a carnal way before. Seeing his cock tenting his boxers was making her wet, though.
She hated the fact that she wondered what it would be like to feel it inside of her. She and her boyfriend fucked each others brains out every chance they got. She hated to admit the fact that she really was the whore her stepdad seemed to think she was.
Thor tightened his grip on her hair. "Say it. You want my cock, don't you?" Thor pulled his cock out of his boxers, showing it to his stepdaughter. He gripped her hair harder and smacked her face.
"Yes."
"Say 'Yes, Daddy', slut."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl." He forced her onto her knees and brought her sweet mouth up to his mature cock.
"You're going to suck Daddy's cock now." He held tight to her hair and forced her to take him into her mouth, moving her head back and forth to his need.
She looked up at her stepdad lustfully. She still couldn't believe they were doing this. She had been with mature men before, but somehow the thought of fucking her stepdad had never entered the picture. The picture had widened.
"You like that, don't you? You like sucking on Daddy's cock." He brought her mouth away from his cock long enough for her to answer:
"Yes, Daddy."
He shoved his cock back in her mouth and used her head again. "Daddy loves your sweet mouth, slut."
Thor brought her head away from his cock again and pulled her up to a standing position. He let go of her hair while he hoisted her up against the wall of the elevator so that she had to wrap her legs around him for support. He placed his shaft between her legs and teased her clit, feeling just how dripping wet his slut of a stepdaughter really was.
She could feel how wet she was. She was so turned on by the forcefullness of him that she actually did crave his cock inside her. His teasing right now was just making it worse.
"Daddy..."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to make me cum on your cock, Daddy."
That was all Thor needed to hear. He placed his naked cock at her pussy lips and rammed it deep inside her. She let out a yelp as he did so.
Thor wasn't about to go easy on her. He knew she wasn't a virgin and that she would take whatever was given to her. "You like my cock inside you, slut?"
She let out a loud moan in response. Thor brought her hands above her head as he rammed his cock deep inside her tight pussy. She soaked his cock with her juices.
"Fuck!" She screamed.
"Fucking slut, I want you to cum on my cock." She could feel herself about to cum on her his cock.
"Fuck me, Daddy..." she moaned loudly as she came.
"That's it, slut." He pulled his cock out of her cunt as soon as she came and forced her onto the ground on all fours. Thor approached his daughter from behind, grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her pussy again. He rocked her back and forth on his cock using her hips.
He smacked his her ass and rubbed it as it turned red. He began pounding into her harder than he was able to against the elevator wall.
"Fuck...Daddy....yes...." she moaned loudly. Thor grabbed his daughter by her hair again, pounding his thick cock into her cunt.
"Fuck!" He yelled loudly, grabbing her hair tighter. "You're such a fucking slut." He pulled himself out of his daughter and forced her on her knees in front of him as he came on her face.
She stuck her tongue out to grab the cum that she could as it dripped off her chin. She wiped the cum off of her face and licked it off of her fingers.
"Such a little whore...you've got cum all over your face." He grabbed her hair again to pick her up off of the ground. He shoved her against the wall of the elevator again as he pulled his pants back on and did his belt buckle up. "I can see what that fuck of a boyfriend sees in you."
She bent down to pick her panties up off of the ground so she could put them back on. "Oh no you don't," Thor grabbed the panties out of her hand. "Sluts like you don't get to wear panties to school."
"Yes, Daddy." she complied.
"I'm going to fuck you again when you get home from school today. You better be fucking ready, whore."
She just nodded at him. She actually liked feeling his cock inside her and actually looked forward to coming home from school tonight and having to please her stepdad again. The emergency light in the elevator flickered and the light behind the elevator panel lit up.
"Hello? Is there anyone in the elevator?" came a voice from the security box.
Thor pressed the communication button again on the elevator. "Yeah...where the fuck have you guys been?"
"We're going to work on getting you out of there, Sir. It may take an hour or so, though. Just hang in there." said the voice.
"Fucking unbelievable," he said grabbing her again. "Looks like we're going to be in here a little bit longer. I have some plans for you..."
She bit her lower lip in anticipation. Her pussy was sore and still she felt butterflies in them as she got excited.
no bc flirting with eddie would be so fun. even if you didn’t do drugs but your girl friends did, you’d beg them everytime to let you go and pick up for them and ofc they’re happy to do so bc like ?? one less thing they gotta do ?? and they assume it’s bc you wanna be helpful or whatever but rlly it’s because u wanna go and flirt with the cute dealer <33
as soon as he sees you appearing at the trees he’s smiling and standing up from his bench, crossing his arms knowingly— speaking as soon as you come into hearing range.
“ah, they’ve sent their little drug mule again huh?” he’d tease.
“hope you’re not getting sick of me.” you’d grin back sweetly, approaching him— standing a little too close and looking up at him just to watch his eyebrows flick upwards.
“never. you sure you don’t want anything for you? free of charge. i don’t let pretty girls like you pay for weed.”
“no thank you. i don’t do drugs.” you’d shrug, almost a little embarrassed at how prissy you sound. but eddie doesn’t judge.
“no?” he leads you to the bench, sitting you down so he can sort out your deal. “they force you to come and buy for them then?” he almost looks a little concerned, worried your friends are picking on you.
“not at all. i actually ask them if i can pick up.” you play with your skirt, glancing up at him as he pauses digging through the lunchbox, a smile slowly spreading on his face.
“oh yeah?” he smirks.
“mhm.”
“and whys that, pray tell?” he’s stopped everything now, giving you his full attention.
“get to talk to you, i suppose.” you smile and he raised his brows, a small chuckle leaving him.
“well, shit. you know how to make a grown man blush.” he’d grin but you can see it wasn’t a whole lie, pink splotching his cheeks slightly as he continued digging for your baggie. “i gotta say, you’re my favourite customer— even if you’re not the one, you know, actually using my product.” he shook his head.
“then i’ll have to keep coming back.” you fluttered your eyelashes, leaning forward a little to give him a better view down your top. he froze again, taking the bait and glancing down to your chest, then at your lips, then back at your eyes.
“mm.” he’d hum thoughtfully. “you know, ‘should probably stop meeting like this. i’d hate to get a good girl like you in trouble.” his voice was low, and hearing him say the words ‘good girl’ was enough to press your thighs a little closer together.
“we should. i could show you how much of a good girl i really am.” you smiled, and nearly flew off his seat at the heart palpitations you gave him. totally not the words he expected to come out of your mouth, sat across him in your pretty little white dress— the vision of a saint. he was now more curious than ever to find out what you’re really like. in a daze, not breaking eye contact once he pressed the fat baggie he had packed into your palm, rings brushing against your fingers as he lingered there.
Eddie fucks you all rough and dirty and that's how people see him - some trailer trash hooligan lower than the dirt beneath their shoe - but then you're all sweet to him and it gives him butterflies because even when he's spitting on your pussy and playing with your ass and making you slobber all over his balls you still see him as the goofy pretty boy that you want to go on dates with and dress up pretty for ☹️ so he fucks you hard and calls you his dirty whore one minute and the next he's kicking his feet and giggling because you kissed his cheek on your way out of the trailer
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