Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
how does one explain to the average person that their comfort episodes of television feature a medieval cosplay video game, a decapitated head in a box, a main character getting shot and almost dying, and another main character almost getting blown up and actually getting set on fire? oh and sue sylvester is there and she has schizophrenia
have we considered you grabbing the headboard while riding it? his hands gripping your waist and you gripping the headboard for leverage going from slow experimental strokes of your hips, to slamming your pussy down around his cock over and over, while he curses and moans loudly and your tits bounce in his face ??
scott miller gives your mouth something better to do
a/n: y'all, i CANNOT be held responsible for any of this. i literally wrote this after reading a VERY filthy joel miller drabble at four o'clock in the morning. not in my right mind, and still not. i need this man, bruh :(
cw: nsfw, smut, car sex(?), ball worship, some degradation, praise, dirty talk, petnames (puppy, princess, good girl), size kink (obv), light dumbification, cum eating, piv at the end, this is kinda nasty guys...
You don't know how you keep ending up like this…
You don't do it on purpose. At least, you don't think you do. He's all huffy, fixing his cap too roughly, spitting his gum to the ground like a bullet, mumbling under his breath to avoid saying something with too much bravado. He's already been pissing you off, driving you up the wall with his smugness, his arrogance, the way he grins at you like he thinks he's superior.
You get mouthy, his jaw ticks. You say something that strikes a chord in him, evident in the darkening of his eyes before he ever opens his mouth.
And now you're shoved in the small cavity of the driver's seat, crammed beneath the wheel like a rag doll. Scott's got one foot propped up on his seat enough to spread his legs nice and wide. It's no wonder his truck is so big, he wouldn't fit in it otherwise. He wouldn't be able to look down at you with that same smug smirk as you bury your nose in the heavy musk of his balls.
“Don't got much to say now, do you?” he scoffs, grateful the summer air outside the truck is hot enough to pin his pink-kissed skin on. His fingers play with your hair rougher than they need to as he lets his head fall back against the head of his seat.
Your tongue laps against the underside of his balls, right down the middle where they split. A deep groan rumbles in his throat. You watch him with the most lewd look in your eyes, glossy with lust, screwed up like you're still annoyed, and utterly soaked in the high of his scent.
The heat has made his sun-accustomed-self hot enough to have him beginning to sweat. It's just thick enough to have the heavy musk of his balls permeating your brain, overwhelming your senses with something especially sharp. You can't think past the feeling of his trimmed hair poking at your tongue like pop rocks.
“Always wanna start somethin’ knowing you'll just end up right back here.” He tsks, shaking his head and rolling his head like he's still smacking his incessant gum. One of his hands lands on the top of your head, not pushing you but holding your steady. His voice comes out a little strained, “If you needed my balls in your face so bad, all you had to do was ask. Don't needa go makin’ trouble.”
He grunts at the sight of you, literally drooling all over him, one of his heavy balls filling your mouth as you suckle on him like candy. It's dripping down your chin in a steam of saliva that's seeping into his precious truck’s seat.
Scott turns his nose up at you like he's actually disgusted. “You're makin’ such a big fuckin’ mess, princess. So needy, so pathetic, gargling on my balls like you are.” He's taking his cock in his free hand, fisting himself quite cruelly. His jaw clenches hard, and something inside of you pulses with the sudden need to have your throat between his canines. “Look at you, my little puppy just needed somethin’ to play with. Does it feel good, havin’ your mouth nice and full o’me?”
With no other thoughts in your brain and no other sound but the sound of his voice to entrance you, you nod and whine pathetically like the little puppy he claims you to be.
“There ya go.” He sounds pleased, huffing and pumping himself faster, his fists tightening at the head of his cock until he grunts before stroking back down to the base. You're dangerously close to humping his shoe to quell the ache between your legs and deep inside of you that only makes your need that much more desperate.
“Look at you,” he coos mockingly. “Humping my leg, droolin’, whinin’ at me. Now you're gonna start cryin’ all over yourself.” You hadn't noticed the tears spilling down your cheeks until he mentioned it. “What is it you want, puppy? You want me to cum all over this pretty face? You wanna taste what you earned with all your hard work?”
God, if you had the sense to remember your feminism right now, you'd regret how badly his words are making you need him. The thought of him painting your tongue like that makes your eyes roll back. You're (thankfully) too drunk on the heady taste of him to reply with a vehement “yes, please, yes, please, yes, please”.
Instead, you nod with more enthusiasm than you need. He curses under his breath, stroking his cock faster, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge of his pleasure. “That's a good girl,” he breathes. “Needy girl. Gonna look nice and pretty with my cum all over your face.”
Your jaw goes slack as you suck on him, giving in to the aching between your thighs that finally has you grinding down on his shoe in search of some friction. He curses, tilts his head back, clenches his jaw like it's taking everything in him to keep it together.
“Fuck, baby, I'm–” Scott grinds his teeth hard as his hand slows where it's gripping around his cock. His hand, tangled in your hair, pulls you up from where your nose is still buried under the weight of his balls as they draw up with the pleasure filling them.
Your mouth falls open wide, and he growls at the sight of you. Tears are gathered at the corner of your eyes, falling over soft cheeks and being joined by ropes of white. Hot spurts of cum coat your lips and tongue, make you filthy and messy as he loses himself in the look of your debauchery.
“That’s a good puppy,” he grunts, watching his cum paint your face like you're nothing but a cheap whore. You keep your eyes locked with his, taking every rope with gratitude as it lands on your tongue and decorates your face. You take what he gives you, and he watches you do it through hooded eyes. “Just needed to worship my balls, is that it? Fuck, I bet you've been drooling for ‘em all day, nasty girl.”
You wait with an open mouth until he's finished. He huffs and clenches his jaw, taking a long moment just to stare at you. Your eyes flutter when his giant hand cups the side of your face.
“Just like that, baby,” he coos. His thumb gathers his cum from your cheeks, wiping it away before he's smearing it along your lips and tongue. Your eyes droop hazily, you barely restrain the moan caught in your throat. His voice is low but firm when he orders you with a single word, “Close."
You do as you're told without hesitation. He watches you swallow his cum down obediently, opening your mouth once more to show off your clean tongue.
Scott smirks, proud and triumphant. He gives your cheek two gentle smacks. “Good girl,” he purrs. Your hips jut forward, seeking out that friction again as your clit throbs. “Poor girl,” he corrects. “Still needy, huh?”
He pinches your chin, looking down at you still tucked between his thighs, eyes hooded and glazed, jaw slack as you lick your swollen lips. “If you can behave, then I'll fuck you in this seat like you want me to. Think you can do that, puppy?”
You whine and let your hips rock forward once more, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yes, please.”
He grins smugly, igniting that flame in your belly that you can never distinguish between pure irritation and unbridled hunger. So you settle on both as he pops the door open and helps you out (almost like a real gentleman) before promptly bending you over the seat, yanking your jeans and underwear down your legs, and nudging your feet apart with far less decorum than necessary. Your nails dig into the seat beneath you as you drip and brace for his thick, more than ready for him to ruin you with it just like the both of you have been aching for all day.
“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” It's the only warning he gives you before splitting you on his thick cock.
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my phone died while i was reading the next part on the unsub!reader fic and i had a fit. i just need you to know that you have officially fucked up my brain for a while. i'm gonna be thinking about this forever. hholy shit
hehehe i love spreading the unsub!reader mind virus i’m so glad there are people out there as insane about this stuff as i am
Pairing: dark!Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k words
Warnings: NSFW, DDDNE, smut, noncon (rape), optional dubcon/cnc elements, masturbation, drunk sex, drunk!Reader, nowhere her right mind, pervert!Eddie, optional best friend/girlfriend, praise, swearing, implied somnophilia, implied repeated offenses, creampie, breeding kink...
A/N: I don't know what happened, guys. There's a trend happening right now and you will see it when/if I ever post the other drafts in my docs. Anyway, enjoy and beware!
Eddie's name is sung with a smile as he lays his eyes on you, leaning against a pillar on the porch of some house party he had no interest in going to. You give him a sticky smile as he walks up to you, one hand already held out to receive you and your clumsy body.
You look just as pretty as he imagined, hair messy from dancing, skin still lightly damp from the sweat you gathered while dancing. Your glassy eyes and squeaky giggles make his pants tighter than they already were. His hand twitches with the need to relieve some of the tension.
You'd called right in the middle of him taking care of that issue. His fist had tightened so nicely around his cock, his head thrown back as hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He'd been so close, with your name on his tongue and hips canting up into his hand when, like the devil, the phone rang and startled him out of a satisfying release.
He'd grabbed the phone with more force than necessary as he grumbled his fussy greeting into the receiver. And then he heard your voice, happy and slow and undoubtedly inebriated.
“Eddie, you answered,” you exclaimed, your glee felt through the line.
He sighed, his frustration less potent at the sound of your pretty voice. “Yeah, I did. What's up, sweetheart?”
“Need you,” you'd said, lazy and honest. “Stuck at a party, ‘n I wanna leave but…I don' have a ride. Can you please come get me please?”
He glanced down at his lap, his cock hard as a rock and only getting worse with each passing second. Your hiccup was heard through the line and something in him darkened as his cock twitched needily.
“Okay,” he hummed. His voice was slow, deep as he lilted in your ear. “But you gotta help me with something, okay?”
“Yaaay!” You giggled happily. “Y’gotta hurry ‘cause ‘m kinda sleepy.”
He nodded to himself. “Yeah, yeah. Where are you?”
You made a sound like you were about to answer, and then you didn't. A moment passed and you muttered “hold on” into the phone. A second later, your distant voice was heard asking who he assumed to be another party go-er, “Where am I?”
Fuck, you're wasted.
Wrapping his arm around your waist now, he pulls you away from the pillar and with him in the direction of his van parked a couple houses down. He loads you into it and tries to keep you from slipping on the footstep.
You're smiling at him with droopy eyes as he closes the door behind you. Once he's in his seat and the engine finally kicks to life, you look at him with the prettiest eyes.
“Are we going home now?” you murmur, leaning on the center console. He glances at you and shakes his head, pulling out of his spot and onto the dark road.
“Not yet,” he says. “Remember? You gotta help me with something, first.”
You look like the memory has just hit you. “Oh, yeah,” you breathe, eager all over again. “What are we doing?”
A smirk makes its way over his lips. He doesn't look at you as his cock twitches in his pants. “You'll see.”
~
“Fuck, good girl.”
You let out a lewd little moan as Eddie's cock buries itself deep inside of you. Your fists clench around the headrest of the seat, holding on tight as you try to adjust to the thickness stretching you out.
“Eddie,” you mewl. “You're so big. I don't–Ahh, can't take it.”
One of his hands moves to the back of your head, pressing you down into the seat as he slowly drags himself out to the tip. “Shh,” he says, his voice low and rumbling. “Don't tell me you can't, baby. I know you can.” Your hips wiggle as you squirm beneath him. “Just be quiet and let me use you.”
His hips snap into yours with a force that makes you cry out. He's glad he chose this secluded little spot along the side of the road, covered by trees and the night sky and away from any prying eyes or ears. His free hand grips your hip tight, rewarded by the prettiest little whine each time he sinks in deep.
Your head spins with the pleasure that's writhing within you. He fucks you hard, grunting and groaning above you as you moan. He's rough, relentlessly smacking his hips into your ass as you lay there and take it without another choice.
Even if you did have another choice, you're too drunk to make it. Not that you really care either way right now. The pleasure strings you up like a puppet and bends you to his every will. “E-Eddie! So big, I–” A sob slips past your lips, rewarded by a particularly rough thrust that makes your eyes roll back. “Please, s-slow…slow d-down.”
He grunts, shaking his head at your weak little plea. “I know you love it when I do this to you, baby. Even if you don't remember.” He fucks you even harder, your desperate cries and moans like music to his ears as you take every one of his thrusts. “You take me so well every time. You fuckin’ swallow my dick up like it's candy.”
You can't think straight. You're weak beneath him, and the only thing you can really think about is the fact that he feels really good inside of you. Despite the ruthless thrusts, the unbothered coos in your ear, the fact that you're aching all over because he's fucking you just a little too deep, it feels like heaven as your vision swims and your pussy squelches around him.
His hand suddenly lands hard on your ass, a loud smack accompanying the sounds of your whines. You gasp, burying your face in the seat as he continues to rut into you.
“There ya go. Good girl, takin’ me so fuckin’ well.” He moves his hand from the back of your head to clasp around your neck. He pulls you up, your back flush against his chest as he whispers and pants in your ear. “You cry every time, but you always suck me in like you need it.”
Every time? Has this happened before? You're not really sure, and your head is too fuzzy to try to remember anything past one of the many drinks handed to you back at the party. Even that's hard to recall with the way Eddie's cock slams against your cervix.
Your tendency to drink until you black out is one that Eddie really truly appreciates. It's not like you do it on purpose. You're not even a lightweight! You get happy and lax and accept drinks left and right until suddenly, you need help standing up straight because you're beginning to lose control of your legs.
The first time it happened was a mistake. Eddie had been drunk, too—though not nearly as drunk as you. You made a lewd joke, he got too hard for his own good, and you both ended up on the floor, Eddie holding onto your hips as he pounded away and you took it like a champ. You woke up the next morning with a killer migraine and no memory of any of it, and he kept it that way after worrying himself sick about you getting mad and leaving him behind.
Once became twice, twice became four times. And now he takes his opportunities as they come and slips a Plan B in with your Advil because you just take him so well. You moan his name like a song, you suck him into your pussy and whine as he fucks you. You're drooling onto the seat right now, limp but still squeezing around him like a vice.
“My pretty girl,” he huffs. “Always so pretty and warm and wet for me.” His arm loops around your neck in a headlock, and the way your eyes roll and your pussy flutters is just too fucking intoxicating not to squeeze.
“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum inside you again, baby. Gonna fuck my cum nice and deep.” He grinds his hips into yours and listens to you mewl. “Could knock you up right now, and you'd have no idea how it happened.”
The thought just makes his need to fuck you that much worse. God, he could just forget your pill one day, and you would be walking around Hawkins with a full, round belly and no idea that he was the one who gave it to you. You'd look so pretty, too. The thought is almost too much to take.
You just continue to squirm beneath him, taking every single thrust with a pathetic little whimper. You try to catch your breath helplessly. “N-Needa cum. Eds, please, needa cum!”
He groans into the crook of your neck, dropping a hand down between your legs to play with your aching little clit. You're drenched in arousal, slick all over and only getting worse by the second. You cry like a baby when he starts rubbing your clit in tight, focused circles.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for me so I can knock this little pussy up nice and good,” he growls in your ear.
Your pussy flutters around his cock, greedy and in desperate need of being filled up. You babble and whine beneath him unintelligibly, your sounds getting higher and higher as you squeeze him tight.
Your whole body shakes when you cum. He pins you down against the seat and keeps fucking you as you take every inch of his fat cock. “Good, good girl. So fucking good for me, baby.” The van rocks with each thrust, and the heated air just gets thicker and thicker as he hooks two fingers into the side of your lips and listens to your sloppy breaths.
You're blissfully fucked out, weak and pliant beneath him like a glorified stuffed animal that he fully intends to ruin. How you haven't figured out the way your pussy has changed to mold to his cock by now is beyond him. But it doesn't matter. More for him to indulge in.
“Eddie, c-can't… God, p-please, I–”
He shushes you again. “I know, baby. You just can't get enough.” He punctuates his words with sharp thrusts that make you sob. “Just hold on f’me. Almost…there…”
You clamp down around his cock as he drives into you. His breath is loud in your ear, as loud as the sound of your blood roaring through your veins. It's hard to think about anything other than the smacking of his hips against your ass, the wetness that clings to the skin of your thighs, dripping down onto the seat below you.
The pleasure is so great that it takes over any other thought in your head until you're whining around his fingers still pulling at your mouth. Your voice is raw, barely louder than a whisper as your body continues to tremble. “C… Ed…” Finding your voice is difficult when you don't know where it is. “C-Cum ‘n me, please.”
Something snaps inside of him. With a groan, Eddie ruts into you until he's spilling his load right into the deepest parts of you. He's loud and his muscles are flexing tightly around your body as he pins you against him. “F-Fuck, goddamnit.”
He pumps you full of his cum until it's dripping out of you. The filthy sound of it squelching and smacking makes your eyes roll back. “Good fucking girl. Take it n-nice and deep, baby.”
He fucks his cum into you just like he said he would. You take every drop with nothing more than a whine, eventually sinking your teeth into the headrest just to give you something to hold on to.
When his hips finally slow and his cock slips out of your fluttering cunt, you let yourself catch your breath. Eddie unhooks his arm from around your neck and straightens his spine to look down at you. His cum is slowly seeping out of you, a glob of white threatening to further ruin his seats as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Took me so well, sweetheart,” he groans, spreading your cheeks so he can see how he's stuffed you. “God, such a good girl for me.”
You let a lazy smile find your lips, your eyelids heavy and your body limp. You're exhausted. All you want is a warm bed to lay in. (Or even another drink would be nice…)
You hum, trying to find your voice as you murmur, “Are we…goin’ home now?”
Eddie bends down to kiss your cheek, breathing in your scent with a deep grunt. He smiles, smoothing a hand down your spine before gripping your hip once more, warm and tight and more than steady.
“Not just yet,” he coos, his free hand wrapping around his cock. He pumps himself once, twice, swelling back up the more he watches his cum leak out of your pretty cunt. “Your little pussy still wants me. You can wait a little longer, can't you, baby?”
The fat head of his cock nudges your lips apart as you whine. “Eddie, please.”
He just shushes you, wraps a hand around your mouth and nudges your thighs a little farther apart. “Just go to sleep,” he offers. “You'll be home before you know it.”
He knocks all the air out of your lungs when he splits you open again. You take every inch of him with little more than a whine.
hi, please may i ask you to tag me in your clark fics, please? also would you mind if i reblog them to save in my blog? ty
oh PLEASE reblog. i will always encourage the reblogging of a fanfiction—that's is how the story is able to be shared with other people and it gives writer's motivation to continue sharing! i will absolutely add you to the taglist, thank you so much for your ask 💕
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
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