ardently [strangers to friends to lovers, tutor!reader]
when you end up tutoring the school freak, you find out theres so much more than meets the eye [smut &angst & fluff]
phantom heartbeat [enemies to friends to lovers, vamp!eddie]
you go to get something for dustin in eddie's trailer, but eddie is there. which is weird because he died a few weeks ago. and hes a little different now... [fluff]
on the rocks [frenemies to lovers, fake dating]
you're the bands photographer and merch girl. the guys of corroded coffin have a system for when creeps hit on you at the bar. but maybe you and eddie both wish it wasn't just an act. [smut & angst & fluff]
so it goes [friends to lovers, modern au]
after months of subtle pining between classes, a spilled drink leads you to eddie's apartment and into his bed [smut & fluff]
unbirthday [friends to lovers, virgin!eddie]
your best friend visits for your birthday, even though you did want to celebrate, and you both get a good gift this year... [smut & fluff]
my (bloody) valentine [friends to lovers]
you have your period while alone with eddie on valentines day, but he makes sure your cramps are fixed. [smut & fluff tw: period talk/period sex]
unlaced and enchanted [acquaintances to lovers, chubby/curvy!reader]
eddie helps you with your corset for the school play when you're feeling insecure [smut & fluff, tw: body image issues]
lessons in sociology [friends to lovers, college au]
one study session turns into a more practical class on power dynamics... [smut & fluff, D/s dynamics]
motel afterglow [friends to lovers, virgin!eddie & virgin!reader]
you and your best friend share more than just secrets in the dark... [smut & fluff]
miss americana and the heartbreak prince [coworkers to lovers, modern au]
you and your coworker, eddie, are polar opposites when it comes to aesthetic. but maybe you have more than just a love for music in common deep down... [smut & angst & fluff]
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p-in-v & unprotected, oral - f!receiving, fingering, creampie, lots of dirty talk, edging, p-pronouns, light p-inspection, mentions of somno and free use), dom!Bucky, power imbalance, sugar daddy / sugar baby dynamic, age gap (reader in mid-to-late twenties while Bucky’s in his early forties), mentioned illness/death of parents (minor characters), money troubles, i.e., debt, bills, etc., alcohol consumption, one instance of smoking, no mentions of y/n
word count: 31.8k
summary: The arrangement is simple enough: you give him friendship, he gives you a better life. But between the private dinners cozied up in a booth and the charity galas pressed to his side, it’s getting harder for you to hold up your end of the bargain when you’re starting to feel things for your sugar daddy that were not included in the contract…
PARTS:
part one
part two
part three
DRABBLES:
coming soon…
thanks for reading!🤍 check out more in my masterlist
Find a link to every kinktober fic listed below the cut.
Each will link off to their own masterlists for extra ease, but all kinktober fics will be listed below by the year they were posted! The breaks in the indent separate full fics from the mini extras I wrote that year.
disclaimer - assume all fics are x fem!reader unless otherwise specified.
2021 - AO3
Feather Play with Professor Hawks - fem!reader
Toji's Sadistic Orgasm Denial - fem!reader
Choking with Bucky Barnes - fem!reader
Blindfolded with "Professor" Kakashi - fem!reader
Bondage with Aizawa's Binding Cloth - fem!reader
Itachi's Genjutsu - fem!reader
Flame Play with Dabihawks - fem!reader
Overstimulation with Vampire Gojo - fem!reader
Fat Gum - fem!reader
Nanami - fem!reader
Hawks x Endeavor x fem!Reader - Pegging
Aizawa x fem!Reader - Stuck Kink
2022 - AO3
Aphrodisiac with Doctor!Viktor - fem!reader
Degradation with Demon!Dabi - fem!reader
Praise Kink with Sub!Steve Harrington - fem!reader
Overstimulation with Villain!Aizawa - fem!reader
Size Kink with Ghost!Jayce Talis - fem!reader
Begging with Camboy!Hawks - Camgirl!reader
Cock-drunk with Vampire!Eddie Munson - fem!reader
fantasies - brother's best friend!dabi x fem!reader
car sex - brother’s best friend!Eddie x fem!reader
hazing - midnight x fem!reader x aizawa pornstar au
dacryphilia - deity!jayvik x gn!reader
wet dreams - unspecified masc!character x fem!reader
somnophilia - steddie x fem!reader
testing - madscientist!viktor x fem!reader
2023 - AO3
a night of games and discoveries - jerk!dabi x innocent!fem!reader
last ditch effort - villain!aizawa x hero!fem!reader
one misstep off the already beaten path - vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader
midnight fun - incubus!steddie x fem!reader
four goals and a night of risks - onlyfans!dabi x inexperienced!fem!reader
Helping Viktor - gn!dr!reader - after taking an aphrodisiac, vik goes to you for some help
Cockwarming w/Din - gn!reader
Teasing Nanami - gn!reader
Having Fun w/Vik - gn!reader
sexy handholding with steve - gn!reader
praise kink w/steve - fem!reader
oral fixation w/Dabi - fem!reader
size difference w/Sidon - fem!reader
a meeting w/magic!dabi - fem!reader
pillow humping w/steve - gn!reader
2024 - AO3
A Taunting, Tortuous, Tantalizing Haunting - Ghost!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x BFF!Steve Harrington
Visiting Strangers - Vampire!gn!Reader x sub!Eddie Munson
Technique Practice - Jerk!Masseur!Dabi x Virgin!Fem!Reader
Eager Hypotheticals- masc!Werewolf x sacrifice!fem!reader x fem!Vampire (OCs)
A Night Out - Brother's Best Friend!Remy LeBeau x fem!Reader
Prototype Testing - Researcher!GN!Reader x Volunteer!Viktor
Bred in Entanglement (pt 1) - (pt 2) - Alien!Eddie Munson x Researcher!fem!Reader
A Rather Unforgettable Evening (pt 1) - (pt 2) - (pt 3) - Magneto x fem!Reader
A Testament of Fate and the Clutches of Humanity - Nanami x Vampire!GN!Reader
A Taut Thread Tugged Beneath the Moonlight - (pt 2) - (pt 3) - Inhuman!Eddie Munson x Inexperienced!Fem!Reader
A Study of Desperation and Denial - MadScientist!Viktor x fem!Reader
Emergency Favors - (pt 2) - Werewolf!Steve H. x fem!Reader x Vamp!Eddie M.
Broken Control - Viktor struggles to hold himself together when you begin wearing short skirts around him. (mini)
The Artifact- Viktor x fem!Reader - Vik's POV & a revamp of Broken Control.
The Devil on His Shoulder- Joel Miller x fem!Reader
Rules and Expectations- Vampire!Aizawa x fem!Reader
Ritualistic Training - Sacrifice!Eddie Munson x Demon!Fem!Reader (painslut!eddie)
Viktor's experiment with a robot takes a turn (mini) - gn!reader
Hawks POV w/sex pollen quirk (mini) - gn!reader
Dabi x fem!hero!reader w/blackmail & sex pollen (mini)
Vampire!Magneto x gn!reader (mini)
A Lustful Apparition- Unspecified!Ghost!Character x fem!Reader (mini) - character's POV
Demon!Dabi corruption kink w/fem!reader (mini)
Waiting Room Problems | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader | 18+ |
Summary: a rough landing in a fight with your brother causes you to land in a crowded waiting room. Meanwhile a rough deal also sends Eddie the same fate. Somehow, somehow you try to keep your eyes on your phone and off his tiny little waist. It proves... difficult.
Warnings: strangers to lovers, fleeting glances, slightly cocky Eddie, sex in a public bathroom (trust me on this, just trust me), and general horniness at Eddie's general appearance, unprotected piv, against the wall fucking, deep throating, daddy kink
Authors note: I just spent 8 hours last night (when | wrote this) in the fucking waiting room. At two hours in a guy came in and he radiated Eddie's energy so my mind ran away with it. (Everything is ok).
Thanks for the hype on the preview! Hopefully this lives up to the hype
Thanks so much to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing bestie ❤️
As the night swallows you whole, you sit in your mom’s passenger seat of her car as she drives you to the ER. While roughhousing with your older brother you landed on your hand wrong and bent it way back. It’s definitely not broken, but it for sure needs to be looked at.
As the lights of the night pass you by, you insist you’re fine and the sprain will heal after a few days. Your mom, however, was having none of it as you rolled your eyes in exasperation.
She’s as stubborn as you are, so you sit arms crossed as you know you have no choice. Ouch, ok, crossing your arms was a bad idea.
She wishes you well, her kind eyes wide as she leans over to ask you to keep her updated. You can’t help it, slamming the door after letting her know you will. You should’ve been enjoying some spiked eggnog and watching holiday movies, but now you’re spending Christmas Eve in the ER.
The large window to the waiting room lets you know there’s already a long line up just waiting for the triage and most seats are taken. Fuck, you’re in for a long night.
The kind and sunny nurse takes your vitals and information, gently assessing your symptoms and palpating your wrist carefully. She lets you know it’s definitely sprained and will need a gauze wrap.
Soon, you find yourself sitting in a brown, cracked, leather chair sitting close to a man who is coughing up a lung and groaning in pain after each bout. Not that there are many options to begin with.
Your phone in your hand and your charger in your bag, you sit comfortably and wait for your name to get called as you look at memes and watch videos with one headphone in.
Ninety minutes goes by while your best friend texts you to keep you busy and entertained, not even noticing you’ve been waiting for so long. Thank god for her.
For the first time in a while, you look up to assess the state of the waiting room. As far as you recall, about five people have been called to the back. Those seats have been replaced with new patients and their support, what seems to be a never-ending cycle.
Your eyes flick to someone who walks into the line that is long enough to extend into the hallway, stepping up a place in line and finally into the actual waiting room. Your eyes scan him, the boots, the ripped jeans, the leather jacket covering a graphic tee, all leading up to his shaggy brown hair and gorgeous face.
Your mouth partially opens, momentarily taken aback by how unbelievably hot he is. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong, at least, until you notice the tear in his shirt peeking at white gauze on his torso. From the stain, it’s clear he was injured.
His face doesn’t reflect such, patiently waiting as the two triage nurses take their time. By the third time he blinks, you realize you’ve been staring and shift your eyes back down to your phone.
As the line moves, his boots in the corner of your eye, you grow increasingly aware of how much you want to continue staring at him. Something about him is just so enticing, drawing you in. Especially his lack of response to a wound as such.
Time passes on and soon you find yourself bored of the videos and turn on your Spotify to the comfort playlist. Your eyes flicker to the triage station, wandering around the room aimlessly. Unfortunately, it lands on the stranger you’ve been lingering on and witnesses him lifting his shirt to show the nurse the reason for his visit.
The black shirt lifts to show a slim waist scattered in black and grey tattoos, lifting the white gauze to reveal a gnarly wound. You can’t tell but from its shape it looks to be a stab wound. However gory his uncovered wound looks; you can’t help but stare at his bare torso.
Then, it fucking happens. His eyes flicker to you, for a fraction of second, he keeps the eye contact. His mouth twitches, leaning into something you’d call a smirk. As a reflex you shift your eyes away from him, cheeks heating up in embarrassment from getting caught.
You spend the next few minutes convincing yourself that it was all in your head, and that for all he knew you were zoned out and happened to be zoned out on him. It feels like a reach, especially with his torso as revealed as it was.
Time itself blurs as you zone out on your phone, attempting to distract yourself from your thumping heart and the arousal that pools into your cotton underwear. A shift in movement catches your eye, blurred and black in your periphery.
Your eyes by reflex glance up, catching a glimpse of him slouching in his chair, a foot resting on the other as knee he uses wired headphones and stares at whatever’s on his phone. Somehow, his confidence at making himself at home is still attractive, drool gathering in your mouth.
You look down at your phone before he catches you again, this visit at the ER sending a thrill through you that you didn’t expect in the least.
More and more people get called to the back, and you're still stuck waiting. Everyone who you’ve told is surprised to say the least that it’s been hours and you’re still just in the waiting room. You don’t mind though, sneaking glances at the beautiful stranger has become your favourite pastime.
Four hours in, if someone asked your highlight it would be when he head-banged to whatever assumingly heavy metal band he listens to. By the time the nurse calls your name to the back, it takes a strong second place.
About twenty minutes pass before it’s your turn for a bed, and you are let your eyes wander around, now bored of your phone. As they do, they catch sight of the man you’ve kept an eye on yawning in a big stretch. What this yawn has you so captivated by is the sliver of skin his stretch reveals, and the curly brown treasure trail that peeks from just above the hem of his low sitting jeans.
Your mouth floods with saliva. With your mouth agape and eyes subtly widened, you can’t help but gawk at him. Something about the way you suddenly picture yourself pulling him into the bathroom to nuzzle into his hair takes you aback just a little bit.
Time slows down for you, stretching into hours, but it's only seconds. Finally, as his body relaxes from the stretch you turn your eyes back to his face, hoping he didn’t see your fleeting glance. Startlingly, his eyes are already on yours. This time you can’t find it in you to look away in embarrassment. As if reading your mind, he smirks right at you, and you swear his brown eyes darken a shade.
This time for sure, he caught you. He doesn’t seem to care one way or the other, arms crossing over his chest as he keeps his smug expression right on you.
It’s hard to resist the smile as you go back to your phone, promising to yourself that you will remember his face for as long as you can.
-
Eddie thanks Gareth for dropping him off at the hospital, gritting his teeth at the slight pain stretching his torso gives him.
As he wanders into the hospital, his eyes take in the crowded waiting room and he groans, wishing the wound wasn’t so fucking deep.
He got stabbed. He got fucking stabbed. Wayne is going to kill him when he finds out he got into a fight, especially one where knives were in the crossfire. He couldn’t even say how the situation got so heated so quickly, just another fight in a parking lot after a deal goes sour.
The guy pulled a fucking knife on him, pushed it into his torso and ran off with the goods before Eddie could even realize he had been harmed.
All for fucking weed. Wasn’t even cocaine!
It takes a stupid amount of time for him to finally get to the nurse. She tells him to sit down for his vitals, and he refuses, wanting to show the wound and get it out of the way.
He lifts his shirt at her request, showing the darkened gauze and hissing as she takes a closer look at the wound when it’s removed. Eddie realizes the irony of exposing his chest in the triage, looking up to face the windows that allow other patients to see through.
He does a quick scan of the room, no one having seemed to notice how he’s shirtless. No one, but you. He saw you when he walked in, you were on your phone with one earbud in as you tapped your feet to whatever beat you were listening to. He thought you were cute, his mouth twitching in a smile as he notices you’re cradling one arm across your chest.
It couldn’t have been confused with zoning out, your mouth in a small O shape you openly stare at him. The look you have on your face is enough to turn Eddie on a little, having the urge to caress your face as you look up at him with those same wide eyes. His mouth twitches as he thinks of it, the thought enough to distract him from the shooting pain in his chest.
Your eyes dart away as soon as it registers that he’s looking back at you. His smile widens even more as you sink in your seat, your eyes glazing over as you scroll through your phone. Made him want to embarrass you more, in much worse ways.
After the nurse takes his vitals, he’s instructed to sit down, thanking some deity that the seat across from you is freed. You’re keeping yourself distracted, much to his dismay, so kicks his shoe to grab your attention, placing it on his other knee.
It works as well as he hopes, your eyes flickering up to him. He can’t help but look as if he can’t be bothered. In the corner of his eye, you look back to your own phone, biting your lip.
Eddie spends the next little bit getting your attention however he can, wondering how much it takes for your eyes to wander back to him. By trial and error, not much. He turns on a heavy metal band, nodding his head enthusiastically to the loud drum beats.
As time goes on, he gets more bored and waits impatiently for his name to be called. He figured stitches would be a priority, no? It’s past his bedtime, he decides, as he yawns a big stretch, despite the pain he causes for himself.
As he does, he catches the way your eyes are glued to him, particularly the strip of skin his shirt lifts to show. In real time, Eddie witnesses your eyes glaze over and how your teeth nervously graze your bottom lip. Whatever was on your mind, he desperately wanted to know, mesmerized at the way your throat swallows.
Finally, you make eye contact with him, and Eddie needs to let you know how much he just saw, your lust for him clear as day. He can’t lie, the feeling is entirely mutual, the look on your face is something he wants to see over and over as he rails— he’s getting ahead of himself.
Instead, he opts for a smirk, admiring the way your pretty eyes hold his gaze this time. He relaxes back into his chair, daring you to say something as he smiles with a hint of satisfaction…and all the cockiness his body can handle.
You shyly look back at your phone, failing to hide the smile that invades your face. It takes Eddie a moment to gain the courage, but he finally decides he can’t let you go if he's nursing a hard on in the fucking waiting room from your gaze alone.
By the time he finds a pen and paper to give your number, he’s writing it down when the nurse calls your name.
Eddie sighs, watching your ass in those jeans as you walk away. Just his luck.
-
As the new year passes, the memory of the hot stranger in the waiting room fades, much to your dismay.
The very night you had a dream where he meets you in some sort of dark room, tugging down your jeans you were wearing and wrapping those hands around your neck as he fucked you from behind.
Your hyperventilating mixed with the way your cunt spasmed as you came woke you up, taking a minute to catch your breath. That morning you groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more but to track him down.
Days passed and soon you’re in the grocery store, arm still wrapped for another week as you walk around the store for some basics. Milk, eggs, bread, all on your mother’s tab, of course. You were two seconds away from pushing your small cart to the checkout counter when you remember you're out of mouthwash.
As you try to decide whether to grab the one you liked which was not on sale or the one that was, a set of footsteps pass and settle right next to you, the customer also assessing mouth hygiene products.
The person's foot tapped, and by reflex you switch your glance down to the sound, and immediately recognize the boots. Your head moves up so fast you swear you give yourself whiplash to his face, facing the shaggy locks you found yourself obsessed with that night in the ER.
“Oh shit” you say out loud, before you could even stop it.
His eyes flicker to yours and recognize you off the bat. His smile gives way to deep dimples. He’s exactly as hot as you remember, if not more.
Of course, you can’t find it in yourself to assume he recognizes you, even if his eyes spell it out for you. “Sorry, I-I just remember you from the ER last month. How’s that stab wound?”
He chuckles, something that makes your legs clench together. “Uh, it’s better.” He comments, lifting his shirt to demonstrate. Is it unnecessary for Eddie to show his stitches? Absolutely. Did he do it for the visual reaction he missed so much? Also, yes.
Unfortunately, his bare waist is gone as soon as it appears, barely giving you a second to take in the purple stitches. You bite your lip as you glance at his face, his smirk displayed almost driving a whimper out of you.
“How’s your arm?”
“What?” You ask, incredibly distracted by the everything about him.
He chuckles pointing to the wrapped arm you can’t use as you shopped but to push the cart. “Oh, one more week then I’m free.” You comment, indicating the gauze.
“That’s good.” He comments, switching his glance back to the toothbrushes he was glancing at earlier.
How are you already messing this up? Might as well cut your losses. “Alright, nice seeing you, again.”
“Whoa, whoa.” He says, grabbing at your uninjured arm before you make your hasty exit. Your eyes peer at him curiously, wondering what he could’ve possibly wanted. “Here,”
His hands move to the leather jacket and grab a folded piece of paper to hand out to you. “What’s that?”
“My number” he answers, stating the obvious. “Shoot me a text, call me, I don’t care. Just do it. Please.”
“You’re really giving your number on a piece of paper?” You ask, tilting your head and forgetting your nervousness for two seconds. “What is this, 1986?”
He laughs, deep and whole, and for some reason it causes a heart palpitation. “Yeah, I guess I am. I planned on giving it to you at the ER, but the nurse whisked you away before I could.”
“Huh?” You ask, your brain short circuiting.
He laughs again as you accept the number, your hands holding onto it tightly as if it might disappear. He picks a toothbrush, seemingly at random and examines it, shrugging as he tosses it into his basket. “Call me,” he says, winking, and walks away from where he came from.
As he walks away, his cologne invades your senses, breath stuttering as you breathe him in. Oh, you are definitely calling him.
As soon as you’re checked out, you find yourself having to use the bathroom, so you wander to the back of the store and down the hall where the single unisex bathroom is.
It’s locked, so you check your phone as you wait, leg shaking to distract yourself from the need. When the bathroom door opens, you look up to face the patron and your brain deflates.
“Holy shit.” You gasp, facing the kind stranger, whose name you learned is Eddie from the number he gave you. You stare at one another, taking each other in, your breath heavy and your heartbeat in your ears. Why were you here, again?
Instantaneously, his hands are grabbing at the fabric of your winter jacket, tugging you forward as he places his lips on yours. Your bags drop from your hands as you gasp in surprise, your brain taking a moment to catch up.
As soon as it does, you grab onto his jacket and kiss him back, meeting his enthusiasm feverishly. His tongue darts out to meet yours, you accept it wholeheartedly, taking in how weak his lips alone make you feel.
Eddie starts to pull you backwards and into the bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, you’re pushed up against the wall, whimpering as he moves his body against you. “Fuck.” He whispers against your lips, taking a moment to catch his breath.
You hum in response, lips reaching for him again. As you do, your hands sneak past his jacket and onto his t-shirt, clutching at the fabric as you finally feel up his torso.
“Nuh uh.” He tsks, pulling back from you. When you pout, he laughs and gives you a look of pity. “I just gotta know one thing, there, sweetheart.”
“Anything.” You promise, not knowing what you’re getting into. You just wanted his lips back on yours.
“Anything, huh?” He asks, slightly taunting you. “Okay.” He leans down, breathing down your neck as he places his lips by your ear. “What were you thinking about in that waiting room while you ogled me, sweetheart?”
Okay, not that. You sigh in embarrassment, learning he knew exactly what you were thinking while you gawked at his chest, gawked at him.
“Don’t act all embarrassed, now.” He chides, observing how your eyes widen just how he remembered. “Tell me. Tell me and we’ll do every raunchy little thing that pretty brain came up with.” He taps the tip of your nose gently with the pad of his finger. You wish he'd shove it past your lips.
Your eyes widen as the arousal floods the panties you wear. All you can do is breathe hard and attempt to find the words.
“Let me help you.” He says, shifting his weight against you slightly. “Was it my hands down those tight ass jeans you were wearing?” You gasp as his fingers barely graze your jeans’ waistband. “Or even better was my tongue on that wet cunt of yours?” You shake your head no, as much as you wanted both of those things. You didn’t even get that far. “Were you on your pretty knees?” Finally, you nod, confirming exactly what you were thinking about.
“Your cock was down my throat while I nuzzled your…” you trail off, lifting his shirt to see the patch of hair again, “oh my god.”
He chuckles, rewarding you with a wet and dirty kiss. All too soon, he pulls away. “Then what, baby?”
Your mind is dumb, trying to come up with it. “Then…then you bent me over and fucked me—” you whine as his knee bucks up between your legs and makes harsh contact with your cunt, “with your hand around my throat.”
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, teeth gritted as he gives you a look at screams with lust. “Believe me, if you asked, I would’ve.”
“Yeah?” You ask, licking your lips as your head leans back into the door. “What about your cut?”
“To hell with my cut! I had a pretty girl practically giving me the eyes, you think I care about some little scratch?”
You stare at him in disbelief, your body and breaths stilling for a minute. “Then do it.”
Eddie smirks at you, and you stare at his pretty pink lips as he leans in and kisses you, both impossibly dirty and sweet simultaneously. Eddie’s knee contacts your cunt again, this time forcing a moan out your lips. Blindly you move your hand down his chest, finally gripping the hard-on straining against the fabric of his jeans.
He gives you his first moan, a sound that opens the floodgates. “Wanna get on those knees for me, baby?”
You nod, giving one last kiss to the spot where his jaw meets his neck. Slowly, you kiss your way down his body where finally you find yourself face to face with the cock that’s pushing its way out of his pants. You fumble with the button for a second before you finally reveal him, and it’s so much better than you could’ve imagined.
So much bigger, too.
You smile up at him through your eyelashes, grateful for fates allowing you in the same place at the same time. He places his hand under your chin, licking his lips as he examines your expression of desire. “Suck my cock, baby.”
You eye his treasure trail, dipping your nose into it as you inhale his musk, uninjured hand wrapping around his thick girth. You mewl at the scent; the aroma is even better than you had imagined. One of his large hands slides itself gently along your cheek, his long thumb stroking at the apple of your sweet smile. You stare up at him, kissing the underside of the head of his cock with wet lips. Your tongue pokes out, flat as you lick it slowly, taking your sweet time, admiring the way he lets out whimpers.
“Oh…shit.”
This urges you to wrap your lips around the head, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck on it gently. You take your lips off him, spitting the excess saliva in your mouth onto his shaft, your hand slowly moves up and down, jerking his length to spread the slick along his cock. The shine is pretty, the spit accentuating the pink blush.
“Pretty cock,” you compliment him, laughing breathily as you go cross-eyed just staring at it. “Tastes better than I thought it would.”
“Did you think about tasting my cock, sweet girl?”
You wrap your lips around him again, bobbing your head up and down as you confirm what he asked with a simple hum. He’s big, the tip hitting the back of your mouth and that wasn’t even half of it. You choke on him, the guttural sounds echoing loudly against the tiled walls. A want of more of him in your mouth invades your mind, not tasting nearly enough of him.
You attempt to take in more of him, choking on it even more but struggling to, despite the desperate need. “Settle down, sweet girl,” he mutters, harshly brushing his fingers against your cheek as he peers down at you. “Relax your throat. Take all those tense muscles and relax ‘em.” You think about it, letting those reflexes remain tense to rest. You’re holding back more saliva, but you fail to realize it until your mouth is flooded with spit, overflowing past the barrier of your lips. “Oh, good girl.”
It's alien but mind numbingly arousing as you feel him move down your throat, moaning around him. His fingers comb through your hair, and roughly move against your scalp. “That’s it, breathe through your nose, sweets.”
The heel of his palms rest on your forehead, moving you up and down his cock. You find it stupidly easy to submit to him, the tip hitting roughly against the back of your throat. His groans are louder than the guck, guck, guck that are hitting wall to wall against the tiles. He’s brutal about it, increasing his speed from 0 to 100 quick as a thought.
Hot tears spill over your water line down your cheeks, trailing the makeup you wear down to your throat. Your hands weave themselves against the cotton of his t-shirt, fighting to keep letting him fuck your throat. “You’re so damn good at this, sweetheart, pretty little mouth working so well.”
He finally lets go, poking his cock against the inside of your cheek one last time, appreciating the swell as the glistening from your tears shine on your face. He uses his thumb to lift your chin up to him, his darkened eyes raking over your face. His pink lips parted, his dilated pupils, the heaving of his chest, there’s nothing you’d want more than to earn this gaze again. “C’mere.”
He lifts you by your chin up to kiss you, dirtily lacing his tongue against yours. “What a good girl you are, taking it so well.” A smile lights up your face from his praise. He tugs you back in for another one, a hum vibrating against his lips. A hand of his trails down your body, single handedly unbuttoning your jeans. “Good work like that deserves a reward, hmm?”
His large hand moves past the opened fly and works itself against your panties. A gasp escapes your mouth only at the touch of his fingers on your covered folds, mewling as he keeps his eyes trained on yours. He’s not even really moving them against you, but just his touch gives you some of the pressure you needed. “Christ, you’re wet,” he comments, dipping his head to work his tongue against your pulse. “Choking on my cock really got you off, huh?”
You nod, eagerly agreeing with him. “So big.”
He smirks, pressing pressure on your clothed folds, in small circles. “You like my big cock, huh? Is it as big as you thought it would be?”
“Bigger,” you gasp, hands grabbing on any clothes he wears anxiously.
His finger easily moves the fabric aside, finger attaching itself right to your clit. The pleasure is good, eyes fluttering closed as it grows startlingly fast. “Fuck,” you swear, your voice rough. “Eddie.”
“Hmm, close?” You nod, despite the embarrassment that floods your senses. “I haven’t even started to touch you yet, baby. I still wanted to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my fingers.”
His actions mimic his words, inserting two fingers hastily into you, moving them expertly as they fuck you. With how wet you are, his two digits slide in easily. They’re long, reaching a depth in you that you could only dream about. You gush around him, music to his ears as your whimpers grow more and more pathetic. His thumb touches your clit again, rubbing frantically.
You gasp, mewling as his teeth start to nibble skillfully along the length of your neck. “Oh my god.”
Eddie’s tongue licks a sinfully long stripe up your neck to your ear, his voice intense and husky. “Cum all over my fingers, sweetheart, make a fucking mess for me.” Your hand tangles into his hair, gripping at his root. You stutter through a sentence of whines and half-finished words, failing to convey how good his fucking fingers make you feel. “So pathetic, huh?”
The words that you wanted to say were, you make me feel so good. Instead, you say, “M-ak-m, so-so good.”
Your good arm wraps itself around his shoulders, pulling his body against yours. Against your better judgment, your other hand moves his chin so your lips kiss his desperately, wanting every wet touch of them on yours. Your whimper into his mouth, pussy fluttering around his fingers as you finally cum, drenching his fingers just as he had requested.
“There she is,” he mutters, his flat palm moving under your jacket and shirt and grazing gently along your bare torso.
It takes you a second to recover from it, still feeling the effects of it throughout your body as it lingers. You unzip your jacket, letting it fall on the bathroom floor. You can’t find it in yourself to care for the moment, but it will find itself in the wash later. As it’s a walk-in bathroom, there are poles next and adjacent to the toilet. Perfect.
“Fuck me?” You ask, eyes glazed over as they reach his.
He chuckles, hands landing on your hips. Your jeans are pushed down your legs, resting just below your knees. “I thought you'd never ask, sweets.”
You grin, pushing his jacket off his shoulders onto the floor. Before it even hits the floor, you grab onto the fabric of his shirt and step backward over your own jacket to pull him across the room to the said metal bar installed on the wall.
His fingers slink into his pocket that’s now down his leg, holding a condom between you and him. You pick it up from his fingers and fling it across the room. “I’m on birth control.”
Eddie’s hands grab under your legs when your back hits the wall, supporting you surprisingly well as your ass rests on his forearms.
He sighs, eyes half mooned as he stares down at you. “My arms are occupied, mind helping me out here?”
You giggle, spitting on your hand and grabbing between the two of you at the cock that keeps brushing against your inner thigh, moving it against your entrance. It slides in easily, the mushroom tip pushing in as two of you moan in sync. Your hand moves to the bar on the wall, starting to help him as you lean some of your weight onto it.
“How is your pussy even better than I thought it’d be?” Eddie asks, gasping in uneven breaths.
“So, so full,” you gasp back, his size far bigger than you’ve ever had. “So big.”
“You’re fucking tight, sweets.” He mutters, jaw dropping as he watches you watching him.
“Move.” You urge him, the stretch too much yet his still hips are driving you crazy. “Need you to move,” It comes out as a pathetic whine and you know it, but you’re long past caring at this point.
“Say no more,” Eddie mutters, starting to move slowly, his hips rolling perfectly against you.
He hits deep and he hits hard. “Just like that! Fuck!”
“Your pussy, fuck, baby, yours is just a new fucking standard!”
You curl into his neck, nipping and starting to mark the pale skin with purple, teeth digging in harder the faster and harder he fucks. You can’t answer his compliment, but the way you tighten around him is confirmation enough that you are in complete agreement with him. It’s like he knows exactly how you like it before you tell him, intuitively knowing you before even has the opportunity to find out.
He watches every reaction you give him carefully, how your legs tighten around his waist, your hands twisting themselves in his shirt, the mewls that leave your mouth mixed with words that you never finish, he takes every hint as gospel. He’s always intuitive to what a partner of his needs, but you’re a special case, every reaction you give him only makes him insatiable for more. The way your eyes roll back in your head is everything he’s ever wanted to see from you and more, never could he have imagined anything like this when you glanced at him in the E.R.
“Fuck, your pussy is so good, I’m gonna cum, sweets,” Eddie moans, fingers digging into your bare thigh, the pressure surely bruising the skin.
“Choke me.” You gasp, voice desperate for him.
“Hands are occupied, babe.” He answers, gruff and brows furrowed.
You tap the bar, using both hands now. “I got it.”
He whines, high-pitched and gorgeous. The kind of whine you listen to on men whimpering audios. Maybe you can make it happen more. Maybe one day he’ll let you worship him for a few hours…the idea is enticing. His large hand wraps itself around your throat, the metal of his rings causing harsh friction on your neck. He admires the way you revel in it, tongue poking out of your mouth like the slut you are for him. “You’re more of a slut than I thought you are, hmm?”
You nod, his strong arm flexed and mouth watering. The drool that slips down your tongue is pure proof of it, dampening your shirt in a little streak.
“What a good little pathetic slut,” he grins, rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His grip tightens, only enough to send stars in your vision.
You tap his arm, begging him for air. “A slut for you.” You gasp, whining for him. “Want your cum, please, please cum in me.”
“Can you beg for me one more time?” He asks, your question almost making him erupt on the spot.
“Please, please, please,” you beg, arms starting to lose their strength. “I wanna be dripping from you, so bad.”
“Yeah, want Daddy’s cum?” he asks, hands gripping into your hair.
Of course, this man has a daddy kink, you couldn’t expect anything less from him. “Yes, Daddy.” You whine, grinning at his hold on you. “Fill me up.”
“Baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up—Jesus Christ.” He interrupts himself, cutting himself off as he ruts into you a final, gasping, sweaty time. He twitches in you, feeling him fill you up as some of starts to trickle out of your pussy and down your thigh.
His hand lets go of your hair, wrapping around your torso as he pulls you into an embrace. This is the kind of sex that takes time to recover from, both out of breath, his dick still twitching. A smile takes over your features, invading every muscle in your face.
“So, think you’re gonna call me?” He asks, hand moving itself under your shirt to gently brush against your bare skin.
“I’ll definitely text you.” You answer, chuckling at the annoyed look he shoots you when he pulls back in your embrace. “Oh, come on.”
He chuckles, and for some odd reason the last thing you expect from him is another kiss, his lips working marvelously against yours. They’re much gentler, much sweeter than you expected, yet everything you’d crave from him.
“What was that?” You ask, watching his two gorgeous brown eyes.
“What, you think I’m gonna let you go after that?” He asks, half a smile on his face. “Wanna come to my place later?”
“Later?” You ask, one eyebrow quirked at him.
“I’m heading home right now, wanna join me?” He kisses the top of your eyebrow, your cheekbone, your jawline, your still covered shoulder. “I kind of need to spend a few hours with my nose buried in that pretty little cunt of yours.”
Your jaw drops, your mouth drying completely from his admission. “Y-yeah, th-that sounds nice.”
He laughs at your stutter; your pussy having tightened around him upon the mention of it.
Three knocks hit the door, loud and abrupt. “Hurry the fuck up!”
You look at one another with wide eyes, laughing at the disruption. He backs up, his cock leaving your entrance being a loss you whimper at. “Don’t worry, sweets. I will fuck you more than enough times to satisfy that need.”
“Dunno,” you start, legs shaky as you land on them, “I think I’m pretty insatiable at this point.”
“Then we’ll just have to keep going, won’t we?” Eddie asks, pulling his jeans and boxers up his legs.
“And if I’m never satisfied?” you ask, tilting your head as you pull up your own pants.
“Well then I guess we’ll just never stop.”
You grin at his answer, biting your lip excitedly.
The silence is comfortable as you pick your jackets back up and the bags on the ground. His fingers intertwined with yours, leading you down the hall past the angry customer and out the front door of the store.
He offers to eventually take you back to your car when you need to go back home, wanting more time with you even if it’s the mere ten minutes that it takes to get to his apartment.
Not one moment is wasted as he yanks you to his bedroom, pushing you onto his bed. As promised, your jeans are yanked down your legs quick as can be, burying his nose deep in your cunt.
Only after the eighth orgasm does Eddie yank off your clothes, followed by his, finally skin against skin as he rails you in every position, even the ones you didn’t know were possible.
You might have to thank your brother for spraining your wrist, it’s the best thing he’s ever done for you.
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Warnings: 18 + Only! 🔥 Smut, smut, smut, did I mention smut? Both adults. NSFW, porn. P in V. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, praising, daddy kink, choking, teasing, fingering with the rings on, squirting - he got you making a mess, oral sex f receiving. Soft/fluffy.
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Eddie settles between your legs slowly, like he’s savoring the moment, like he knows exactly how much power you have over him. His breath stutters, soft whimpers slipping out before he can stop them, filling the hush of his room. His hands trace you with reverence, lingering on every curve as if committing you to memory. He needs you — the way your body responds to him, the barely-there sounds you make, the way his name leaves your lips like it means something more. You have him completely undone, heart-first and willing, wrapped so tightly around your finger that letting go would hurt… and God, he never wants to.
He presses wet, lingering kisses along your jaw, trailing down the delicate line of your neck, nipping softly at your skin like he’s testing your patience. His body shifts closer, heat and pressure unmistakable, coaxing a quiet whimper from your lips. Your hands find his back, nails dragging slowly as if to anchor him there, and the sound he makes in response tells you just how deeply he feels it.
“Eddie—,” You moan, gripping at him as if you were to let go he would slip through your fingers. “Fuck me, please,” You beg, as you grind your clothed heat against his bulge causing a groan to escape his lips.
“Needy, sweetheart?” He whispers softly against your ear before pressing a kiss to your earlobe, a shiver runs down your spine.
“Mhm, please?” You beg, grinding your hips harder against his.
“I love when you beg, baby.” He smirks, thrusting his hips into yours. “So needy, so sexy.”
You can feel the warmth spreading beneath your panties as you roll your hips toward him without even thinking, drawn in by the way he feels so close. His voice slips into your ear, low and unhurried, sending a shiver straight through you. He barely has to touch you — his voice alone is enough, enough to make your breath hitch, enough to leave you trembling. He’s done this to you before, murmured things meant only for you, words that linger and echo, leaving you undone long after he’s finished speaking.
Eddie loves watching you come undone — really loves it. Loves the way your composure slips because of him, the way your body responds before your mind can catch up. He knows exactly how to get you there, how to wind you tight, make you needy, breathless, aching for more. And he enjoys it a little too much, the soft smirk, the quiet satisfaction when he knows you’re right on the edge because of him.
He lives for these moments with you — the intimacy, the trust, the way you let yourself go so completely in his hands. He loves how fearless you are with him, how playful and unrestrained you become when he’s got you all worked up, eyes bright, desire written all over you. And maybe he’s a little possessive about it, too — because this version of you, the one who falls apart so beautifully, belongs to him… and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.
He continues pressing kisses along your neck, while your fingers trail to the hem of his boxers. His cock twitches against your soaked heat, pre-cum dampening the fabric. He’s growing desperate to have you, to fuck you senseless, but he can’t resist teasing you a little longer. He nips at your neck again, soft and deliberate, drawing another whimper from your lips. God—you want him to ruin you right here, right now.
Slowly, your fingers trail down his hips, pulling his boxers lower until they rest on his thighs, leaving him exposed and achingly close. Every kiss, every nip along your neck is deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and you can’t help the soft, needy whimper that slips past your lips, echoing through the quiet of his room.
His breath brushes against your ear, hot and heavy, sending shivers rippling through your body, making your skin tingle and your heart pound. Every brush of his lips, every teasing touch, drags out the tension until it’s almost unbearable, a delicious ache that coils tighter and tighter inside you. You feel him everywhere at once — in your hips, your chest, the back of your knees — and the world narrows until it’s just him, just you, just this moment.
He slides his hand down to rest over your chest, feeling the rapid thrum of your heartbeat under his palm, each beat a silent plea for more. His index finger drags languidly along your soaked, clothed slit, tracing the warmth he’s already stirred, and you can’t help the soft hitch of your breath that escapes. Your hands grip his thighs, nails digging in, holding on as if letting go would make you shatter. Every brush, every movement, coils the tension tighter, leaving you achingly aware of him, of yourself, of the delicious torment building between you.
“So wet for me, princess,” he murmurs, his smirk deepening as his lips trail down the curve of your neck to your breasts. He presses slow, wet kisses over your skin, teasing, savoring, until he finds your nipple. His mouth takes it gently at first, swirling his tongue, then sucking and nibbling just enough to make you shiver, your body arching toward him. His dark eyes lock with yours, unrelenting, holding you there, breathless and exposed.
A soft moan slips from your lips as your fingers thread through his dark curls, tugging lightly, grounding yourself to him while he keeps working his magic between your thighs. Every touch, every brush of his fingers, every heated gaze coils the tension tighter, leaving you aching and desperate, on the edge, and completely undone.
“God— Ed, please.”
He pulls your nipple from his mouth with a soft, satisfying pop, lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk as his dark eyes lock onto yours. “Please what, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and deliberate, thick with mischief. Every pause, every glance, drags the tension out, making your pulse race and your body ache with need, leaving you on the edge, desperate for whatever he wants to do next.
“Fuck me,” you whisper, voice trembling, arching your back against the mattress as if trying to press yourself closer to him. You can’t take it anymore — every teasing touch, every deliberate pause has driven you to the edge. You ache for him, every fiber of you burning to feel him, to feel every inch of his thick, gorgeous cock filling you completely. Your body trembles, every breath ragged, and all you can do is beg him, silently and openly, to give you what you’ve been craving for far too long.
“Not until I’ve had my fun, sweets,” he groans, his voice low and deliberate, thick with mischief. Slowly, he slides your panties aside, exposing your slick heat, and your breath catches the instant his finger traces lightly along your slit. He moves deliberately, teasing, lingering just long enough to make you ache, every touch sending shivers through your body. Your hips press into him without thinking, desperate for more, but he holds back, drawing out the tension, making every second feel like it stretches on forever, until all you can do is whimper and beg silently for him to finally take you.
“Look at you — so wet, so needy. Just the way I like it,” he murmurs, smirk curling over his lips as he leans back on his knees, cock glistening with pre-cum. He drinks you in, eyes tracing every curve, every shiver, every gasp that escapes your lips. The way your body arches off the mattress, the flutter of your lashes, the soft moans filling the room — it’s all for him, and he’s completely captivated.
To him, you’re more than beautiful. You’re an angel, sent from the heavens, breathtaking and gracious, a living answer to prayers he didn’t even know he’d made. He doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve you, and maybe he never will. But he’ll spend every second of every day thankful that you’re here, that you’re his, that you’re his sweet, perfect angel. Every glance, every touch, every shiver makes him ache with gratitude and desire all at once.
His ringed finger dips slowly into your entrance, and your walls clamp around him, every movement setting you closer to the edge. God, you love it when he fingers you with those rings on. You tremble, breath hitching, hips pressing instinctively against him as if trying to swallow him whole. He doesn’t rush — he takes his time, watching every shiver, every whimper, every flicker of your lashes. Then, just his middle finger curls upward, pressing against that sweet, impossibly sensitive spot, and your back arches, nails digging into the sheets as your body aches with need, every nerve on fire, every thought consumed by him.
“F-fuck… Ed—” you moan, voice trembling, barely more than a whisper. “Right there.”
His smirk deepens as he slides another finger inside you, slow and deliberate, thrusting just enough to make your body arch, to make you shiver and whimper. Your stomach tightens, hips pressing instinctively toward him, eyes fluttering closed as every nerve in your body burns for more. Wet, needy sounds spill from your lips, filling the quiet of the room, each one driving him further, making him watch with hungry fascination as his fingers disappear deep inside you, every movement calculated to coil the tension tighter and leave you trembling on the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, voice low and thick, each word deliberate. “Look at you… taking my fingers so perfectly in that pretty little pussy of yours.”
He can’t hold back anymore, but he lingers, watching, savoring. Every whimper, every shiver, every arch of your back is a fire he can’t resist. You’re a hot, needy mess, trembling beneath him, and he loves it — loves how completely undone you are, how every movement, every sound is for him alone. The way you squirm and whine, desperate and aching, makes his desire spike, and he knows there’s no turning back — not for you, not for him.
“I-I’m going to cum,” you moan, spreading your legs wider, arching your back hard, your head about to disappear into the pillow beneath you. Your walls clench instinctively around his fingers, and you can feel it — that familiar, tight knot building, coiling through your body. Your moans grow louder, heavier, desperate as your release edges closer.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, voice rough, quickening his movements. “Cum for me. Soak my fingers.”
He can feel exactly how close you are from the way your hands grip his fingers, trembling and clutching, pulling him closer. You chase your high, every motion, every thrust of his fingers driving you faster, until finally it hits — your body shattering in waves of pleasure, squirting over him, the mattress, every inch drenched in your sweetness.
“Fuck, angel… you’re so sexy,” he groans, his voice low and deliberate as he slowly slides his fingers from inside you. He lingers, watching every shiver that follows, before curling his fingers around the fabric of your panties. Slowly, teasingly, he drags them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed. Your slick heat glistens, exactly the way he loves it, and he hums in appreciation.
“But I’m not done yet,” he murmurs, settling between your thighs with measured, teasing slowness. His lips trail soft, lingering kisses along your skin, nipping and biting in all the right places, making you whimper and arch toward him. Inch by inch, he moves lower, until his mouth hovers over your slit. He drags his tongue slowly along your wetness, savoring the taste, the sound of your moans filling the room.
Your fingers tangle in his dark curls, pulling him closer as you spread your legs wider, giving him full access. He teases your clit with slow, deliberate swirls of his tongue, then wraps his lips around it, sucking and licking with careful precision. Every motion is drawn out, every brush and flick sending shivers up your spine, leaving you trembling, desperate, and aching for more.
“Oh—God… Eddie!” you moan, hips rolling and grinding desperately against his mouth, chasing every sensation as he devours you. His tongue laps at your juices with greedy precision, slow and deliberate, as if he’s memorizing every inch of you.
“So sweet,” he groans, voice low, dark, and rough, pressing against your skin with every word. His praise drips into you, making your walls clench reflexively, trembling even though they wrap around nothing. Every flick of his tongue, every suck and nibble, pulls another shiver from your body, making your breath hitch, making your heart pound.
You’re lost to him, to the way he worships you, every moan and gasp a symphony of need. He drags you higher, slower, teasing, intoxicating — and you can feel yourself unraveling, each second stretching out, dragging you closer to the edge until it feels like you’ll shatter completely under his touch.
You can feel it building again, that fire coiling tighter and tighter inside you, and Eddie knows it. He hears it in every desperate, needy whimper, every hitch of your breath, and it only makes him push further. His finger slips inside you once more, slow, deliberate, curling perfectly against that sweet spot, while his tongue drags and swirls around your clit, sucking and flicking with insistent precision. Your walls clamp down reflexively, trembling, clinging to him as if letting go would make you shatter.
“F-fuck… I’m going to cum again,” you moan, hands tangling in his dark curls, tugging him closer, pressing him deeper into you.
“Cum, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over me,” he groans, voice low and ragged, dark with need, as you grind your hips against his mouth, chasing the knot twisting tighter and tighter in your stomach. His fingers thrust deeper, curling and dragging you higher, every stroke, every flick of his tongue making your body shake uncontrollably.
Your walls clamp down around him, stomach knotting, breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, and then — shattering. You erupt over him, squirting with abandon, your juices soaking his face, his mouth, dripping down his chin, your body trembling and quaking in absolute ecstasy. Every moan, every tremor, every desperate gasp is for him, and he groans into you, utterly captivated, watching you unravel completely under his touch.
He pulls back slightly, resting on his knees, cock rock hard and slick with pre-cum. Every inch of him aches for you, every fiber of his body pulsing with need, but he doesn’t move yet. He lets his eyes drink you in, dark and hungry, tracing every curve, every shiver, every tiny gasp you can’t hold back.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls, voice low, deliberate, vibrating through the room. Slowly, torturously, he leans in between your thighs, letting the tip of his cock hover just above your folds, teasing, brushing lightly over your slick heat without fully pressing in. Your breath hitches sharply, back arching, fingers digging into the sheets as every nerve in your body screams for him.
He lingers there, moving the tip inch by inch, watching you writhe and tremble, feeling every twitch of your hips, every desperate arch. He drags himself slowly along your folds, letting you soak him with your anticipation, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter inside you. His hands rest on your thighs, holding you just enough, restraining you while he teases you relentlessly, until it feels like every second is burning, every nerve alight with need.
And still, he doesn’t let you have him — not yet. He lets your walls flutter, your hips chase him, your breath hitch and stutter, every sound from you a symphony of need that makes him groan against you. Every brush of his cock, every teasing press, every lingering look drives you higher, leaving you trembling, gasping, aching, desperate — and it’s only just beginning.
“Eddie… please… fuck me,” you whimper, hips pressing and rolling against him, trembling with need, desperate to feel every inch of him buried inside you.
“So needy, princess,” he groans, leaning down to press a searing, hungry kiss to your lips, cock twitching urgently against your slick heat. “You want me to fuck your pretty little pussy?”
“Yes… please… I’ve been so good for you,” you moan, lips parting against his as your hips roll, desperate, needy, craving him. You ache for him to take you completely, to destroy you right here, right now.
“You have been good, angel,” he hums, voice low and dark, pressing another kiss to your lips before aligning himself with your entrance. Then — without a moment to adjust — he plunges deep, bottoming out with a powerful, unrelenting thrust.
Your moans collide, mingling, your walls clenching tightly around him as he fills you perfectly. Every motion, every stretch, every bite of skin against skin drives you higher, and he groans against your lips, lost in the feel of you.
“God… baby, so tight,” he groans, voice thick, lips brushing yours. Your nails drag along his back, leaving marks as your eyes flutter shut, body trembling, lost entirely to him.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Hands on the headboard,” he breathes, commanding, insistent.
You obey immediately, fingers gripping the wooden headboard, bracing yourself as he moves. He bottoms out again and again, each thrust harder, faster, more punishing. Skin slaps, moans spill, and whimpers fill the room. Every powerful stroke drives you higher, every inch of him inside you stretching and filling you to the brink. Your walls clamp around him instinctively, nails digging in, every shiver, gasp, and cry pulling him further, faster, until you’re lost completely, melting into the fire he’s ignited inside you.
Your walls clamp around him, tight and needy, every pulse of his cock sending shivers up your spine. Your moans are ragged, your whimpers desperate, and he watches it all, eyes dark with hunger. One hand curls around your neck, firm but teasing, making you shiver and arch into him.
“Look at you… taking my cock so well, angel,” he groans, thrusting deeper, harder, making you squirm under him. “Such a good little slut for me.”
His words roll over you like fire, every syllable pushing you closer to the edge.
“Your cock… it feels so good, daddy,” you moan, and just the word sends a thrill through him. He wants to feel you lose yourself around him, and he’s not holding back.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum,” he commands, slow and rough, and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten unbearably. Your walls pulse and squeeze around him, fingers digging into the headboard, trying to anchor yourself as he plows into you, relentless, precise. Every inch of him hits your sweet spots, every thrust sending sparks through your body.
“Oh God… Ed—” you gasp, pressing wet kisses to his shoulder, teeth grazing the skin as your body arches into him. His hand tightens around your neck, pulling you closer, and you moan again, back arching, hips rolling, needing him more than air.
“Good girl,” he groans, feeling your body tense and tremble around him. “My sweet angel… I’m going to fill your pretty little pussy.”
“P-please, daddy…” you beg, walls clenching impossibly tight, hips chasing his thrusts, nails digging into him as though trying to keep him inside you forever.
“Fuck… you grip my cock so perfectly, princess,” he growls, voice low and ragged, his body shivering with need.
And then it happens — that sweet, shattering release. Your walls clamp, pulse, and throb as your body explodes around him, your juices spilling over his cock in warm, wet torrents. Moans and gasps escape both of you, mingling in the heat of the moment. Eddie can’t wait any longer — his balls tighten, twitch, and throb as he chases his own climax, groaning as ropes of cum spill into you, painting your walls, coating you both in the aftermath of pure, unbearable, shared ecstasy.
Eddie presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his cum still warm inside you, before pulling back just enough to smirk down at you. “God… you’re perfect,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “So fuckin’ hot… even like this.”
You giggle softly, breathless, curling against him. “Stop teasing me,” you whine playfully, fingers trailing along his chest.
“Stop? Never,” he replies, voice low and teasing, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Besides… I could watch you like this forever. Messy, flushed… dripping for me… and you still look like mine.”
You shiver at the words, pressing closer, and he grins, leaning down to brush his lips against your neck. “Careful, angel… you’re making me want to fuck you all over again.”
“I… I’m still sensitive,” you whisper, hiding your face against his chest, but your flushed cheeks betray how turned on you still are.
He chuckles, low and warm, threading his fingers through your hair. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I love every little thing about you… your moans, your whimpers, the way you squirm when I touch you… even now.”
You let out a soft laugh, curling fully against him. “Eddie…”
“Yeah, baby?” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you. And you’re mine. Always. And don’t you forget it.”
You wrap your arms around him, letting out a content sigh. “I love you too, Eddie.”
He smiles, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along your back. “And you know what?” he whispers, voice playful and low. “Even when we’re old and gray, I’m still going to make you this wet. Still going to make you blush. Still going to make you mine… every damn day.”
You laugh softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and he hums happily, holding you close. “Messy, sweaty, perfect… just like us,” he murmurs, and you both melt into each other, warm, tangled, and completely in love, with soft whispers, gentle touches, and little teasing smiles keeping the heat alive long after the last thrust.
Request: Anon asked, Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!
Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners.
So..... we had to have "Let It Go" shoved down out throats yet again. I loved Fozen when it first came out, but it's getting to be to much. They're over doing it and I'm not even excited for the rest of this world now. None of the other worlds have had singing yet. I would have loved to hear "At Last I See The Light"!
So far this is one of the only really annoying things on the game... it's so pretty and amazing!
Was Truth supposed to get the title... kinda looks like the ref might have fucked up. Mella looked like she was in disbelief.... I'm a little confused lol
I'm so sick of seeing the title on this man.... Finn should have won that.... not only because he deserves it, but because Lesner is a horrible champ. Hes never around and does whatever he wants. I swear to God if they dont take it off him soon I'm gonna end up not watching anymore.
On another note I love me some Becky!!! So happy with the first rumble, now on to the second! Let's go Rollins!!!
I'm literally sitting here watching SD with my boyfrand and he is chanting over and over Becky heel turn.... then he proceeded to look me dead in my eyes and say "everyone wants it". Anyone feel this way too?
Ok I'm not gonna lie... pretty disappointed with the show tonight. I 100% get why they did with Bliss, now neither Nia or Ronda look week, but I'm still not happy about it. Some of the other woman deserved that so much more. I would love to see Becky have another run, I feel like shes improved a lot. Lana really is looking better in the ring. Ember is amazing.... so why did we have to give it to Bliss?
I dont even know where to start with the men's match. I feel like the women put on a better match. I really like Strowman, but he could have gotten a title without the briefcase. Also do they have a clue what they are doing with Finn? The guy is amazing and gets nothing.
Best match of the night was either Rollins/Elias or Nakamura/Styles.
Hopefully wwe starts making some smarter moves and using more of the talent they have....
Ok so I'm super confused... are rematches no longer a thing for the person who lost the title they were holding? New Day had to fight for a chance to get the tag team titles back. Ortan had to win his chance to get the us title back... seriously did I miss something?
Also I totally called Paig running SD before she walked out.
