MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED STAN STAN STAN STAN

Last one standing..

Stanley Jobson x reader (neighbor!au)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜ଘ(˵╹-╹)━☆ 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ＆ 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘓𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘦̂𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺, “𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺”𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 -3- !!－， 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭😭

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦ଘ(˵╹-╹)━ ♡︎ 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑥 𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒．．．．𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟．．．

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You couldn't give in. It felt like the legacy of damn near feminism itself was counting on you.

It was all HIS fault.

A frown creeps on your face as you recall what- or rather who seemed to coast in from Texas bringing not only himself but his unconventionalness with him while also single-handedly being responsible for the position you’re currently in. And to make matters worst, you hadn’t even done anything to catch his attention.

To your knowledge (the apartment grapevine) you’re one of the few strong soldiers still standing who haven’t fallen to his charms. You never thought you’d live to the day where you’d be mentally cursing a 6’3 man with short hair as messy as his life, unfairly bright under eyes, perfect teeth, dimples, the most clutchable forearms you’ve ever seen and eyebrows that just won’t quit.

Fucking Stanley Jobson.

You shake your head- no you’re not fucking Stan. Even though since about three and a half weeks ago, he’s been driving you crazy trying to get you to go out with him. The last time you saw him he was guaranteeing that “you’d have a great time pretty” and from the suggestive flick of his brow as he looked down at you, head tilted, you tried to fight the warmth crawling over your body at the picture his words painted you. It didn’t work though because almost immediately you were swarmed with images of him. Laying naked in Stanley’s bed, nails digging into his broad shoulders before raking down his equally sculpted back, big arms wrapped around you as he stretched you out, rolling his hips into your slick heat over and over moaning raggedly into your mouth-

Stan’s gentle questioning hum breaks you out of your daydream and you stare back dumbly into his eyes before taking a deep refreshing mind clearing breath of crisp completely sane air before giving him a tight smile, turning around and promptly getting the fuck out of there.

The more you avoided him, the more he seemed to haunt you. Physically and metaphorically.

Another incident was when you were using the complex’s washing machine. Usually you’d go to a different laundromat but it was pouring and you needed clean underwear. Again, thanks to your shit luck, you ran out of laundry detergent half way through and the free stuff was on some high ass shelves above the machines that you couldn’t climb because they were old as fuck and just as unsafe which left you to the tried and true method: tiptoes and jumping.

You still couldn’t reach and for some reason it filled you with such a rage that you consider knocking all the shit there over but before you could throw your fit, a large hand holds your waist along with a solid chest to your back while his other hand reaches up to grab the soap powder, placing it softly in your hands then resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How are you cute even when soap has you all pissy?” Stan huffs out an amused chuckle, the air tickling your cheek. You catch yourself rolling your eyes fondly, tilting your head back a little.

Maybe you could entertain him a bit.

Relaxing in his hold, you try to calm your racing heart. Stanley was so big and he smelled so good and you can’t even think about his voice and all the dirty things that would sound heavenly coming from him. Especially right now, standing pressed flush to him with no panties on under your shorts.

“That’s because I wasn’t getting pissy-“, another chuckle from Stan, “I was getting annoyed. The difference is key.” You retort sassily, feeling him nod on your shoulder. “Yeah, sure you were baby.” The petname makes your heart skip hard as heat blooms to your chest and you swallow. Goosebumps raise on your arms as Stanley rubs them up and down, softly humming as he does. You wish you were unaffected but unfortunately you need to stay strong.

Clearing your throat, you ask aloud: “what are you doing?” He runs his hands up to your shoulders, applying firm pressure as he starts to massage the tension there. “Helping. This whole week whenever I saw you, you always look so stressed…”

Qué?? Your brain shuts down and suddenly you have a second heartbeat as the hottest man you’ve ever come in contact has your resolve crumbling by the second. His thumbs drag across a particularly sore part of muscle and a relieved gasp spills from your throat. “I- yeah?” You say, trying to concentrate but the deep hum in your ear scatters your thoughts again, Stanley clouding your senses.

“Yeah…and y’know I could fix that..help you relax..” He trails off but god you know exactly what he means, biting your lip to keep from accepting immediately. You should stop. Back up off him and come up with some nonsensical excuse to leave before you kiss him but you don’t. Instead you ask-

“…how?”

You won’t repeat the things he whispered in your ear.

Only that they had you running back to your place to do something- anything to distract you from the ache between your legs. Leaving your laundry altogether.

Okay, so you shouldn’t have flirted back but experience is important. Now you know that letting the stupidly built man you’re fighting tooth and nail to resist hold you is a bad idea. You live and you learn.

But….all these encounters are starting to take a toll on you and Stanley is wearing you down. You can’t recall when he even started to be this big of a problem for you. When he first moved in, you didn’t see him much but heard a lot. Excited talk about some gorgeous guy and disputes over if he had the perfect nerd or fireman look until you saw him and understanding dawned on you. You won’t lie, there was no point: he was fine. Standing in grey adidas track pants with a tight sleeveless tank as he helped an elderly lady carry her things to the elevator with a effortlessly gracious smile but from then on you decided that was it. Guys like Mr. ‘Pregnancy is only 9 months’ were nothing but trouble. Plus seeing just about all the women in the building vying for his attention, you knew what you weren’t going to do: him. Until you see him one night standing in front of the mailboxes holding a childrens drawing with a look so sad it made you mourn with him. Walking up to him, placing your hand on his arm.

“I don’t know who she is but I’m sure she understands.”

A longing sigh leaves Stanley’s lips and he’s silent for a beat. “…she- Holly- is 10. I had to send her away again this week. We talk and stuff but my work always has me runnin’ off somewhere n that’s hard n just…”, there’s another sigh and you know what he means because you miss your own folks sometimes, “I miss her. I don’t want her to think she’s not apart of me because we’re not always together.” First step to comforting someone: don’t cry. You rub his arm in soothing motions, nodding gently. “Well technically, you aren’t apart. She’s in your blood, you’re not a lonely man.”

The way Stan snapped his head down at you, staring into your eyes with a tender look was definitely the first warning but did you listen? No, all you did was stare back before softly bidding him goodnight. Leaving behind your perfume and the warmth of your hand.

After then, he was steadily more different towards you. More open, even more charming, but you willed yourself not to go there with him. If you were any other woman, you’d have bit his dust a long time ago. Hell, you know a plethora of women who already did which leads to what do you do now? You’re both getting closer but you’re trying to stay friends. If you start, it might never end so you keep tiptoeing..

Solid knocks at your door break you out of your brooding, slightly confused because you didn’t order anything and you weren’t expecting company. Padding over to the door, you swing it open and your eyes widen as your heart leaps up your throat. Stanley stands looking as yummy as ever smiling down at you. His shoulders seem even broader and you can’t think clearly with his aftershave in your face.

Fuck your life and the horse it rode in on.

Suppressing a deeply inconvenienced sigh, you grin tightly at him. “Yes Stanley?” The sound of his name from you makes his already glowing face positively blinding. “You and me, 7:30 tonight. Let’s paint the town. What do ya say sweetheart?”

“What about Holly?”

As if summoned, you hear the little things voice from way down the hall and you poke your head out to see her. She’s all toothy grins, waving excitedly as she poorly holds a familiar looking dog with one arm. “Emmie and me are having a slumber party tonight! And look! Isn’t he cute?!” She explains before thrusting the dog forward and while cute, you do feel bad for him because that can’t be comfortable. Emmie is the daughter of one of the military men next door. You see them around and they’re always nice. Just as quickly as she appeared, she’s gone again, back in the door to go play with her friend. A soft laugh leaves you as you turn to look at Stanley but he’s already looking at you. And closer. You gulp.

“Well, I would but-“

“Scared you’re gonna have fun?”

His playful jab riles you up in the way that’s always been easy for him because it’s him and you rush to wipe the smirk off his aesthetically pleasing face. “Actually I’m scared you won’t be able to keep up with me.” Stanley looks stunned for a second before chuckling lowly, biting his lip as he nods slowly and the air shifts. “How are you so sure I can’t keep up if you don’t give me a chance?” The air feels hotter and you roll your shoulders to try and shake it off but the images are back and it’s so not your fault. Stanley gets closer. “If anything…,” his breath washes over your face like mint and lemon sweet tea, “you’ll be breaking to keep up with me.”

Oh.

“And what if I can’t? Do you go find someone who’s more your speed?” You ask coyly, going for a different approach entirely so you don’t yank him to your lips. “No, I help you keep up. For as long as you’ll let me.”

That’s it.

Silently, you back up a few steps into your apartment because you know he’ll follow you. When he does, you motion to the door with your hand and Stan looks amused but closes it anyways, coming to stand in front of you when you crook your finger for him to come closer.

Burly arms wrap around your midsection, pulling you completely against him and it feels so good you’re dizzy, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck but Stanley’s height makes it hard and you groan. Knowing how you can get (laundry incident) Stan lifts you, arm around your waist with the other hand splayed across your ass then your legs around his waist. The feel of his warm muscles under you make you throb and suddenly breathing is slightly harder. Biting your lip, you run your hands up his corded neck then back down to his chest, letting your imagination run wild. Stanley just lets you as he clears his throat to get your attention.

“You wantin’ something from me, baby?” You would have said something smart back but you don’t have it in you. Instead, “just kiss me already-“ and then your mouth is immediately consumed by his.

Like the rest of him, his lips are warm and you’re burning up, moaning the second he slots his mouth over yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks along the seam of your lips, making you tighten your legs around him and kiss him even harder.

Stanley groans at your roughly sucking at his bottom lip before licking hotly into your mouth. His tongue coaxing yours into his, languidly sucking at the wet muscle and you melt down, dripping from your cunt, soaking your underwear and the need to be naked becomes urgent. The wet smack of your kissing makes you both heady as your grind yourself on his abs, gasping wetly at the friction and you tug the hem of his shirt with a needy whine.

To your dismay, Stan pulls off from the slick of your mouth, dragging you slowly down his body, watching with blown pupils as your pouty mouth drops open when your clit catches on every ridge of his stomach and the tent of his erection through your tiny shorts, until you’re set back on your feet, glaring at him. He pecks you on the lips to soothe you but you’re feisty. “I’m hard, you’re hard. Why’d we stop?” Laughing at the whine in your voice will only frustrate you further so he stamps it down, taking your hands in his.

“Because, we need to go on our date first.” You pout despite the warmth in your cheeks and nod. “Right. Tonight at 7:30.” This time he does laugh, the sound making you smile as he nods. Bringing your knuckles to his lips to kiss them, then your cheek. “You got it, pretty.”

You walk him to the door and motion him down, kissing him sweetly one more time, bathed in the warm way he looks at you.

“See you then…”

It ended up being the best date of your life.

Lifetimes To Come // Loki Laufeyson

Hi! Welcome to my blog and I'm so glad you like my work. I really liked this idea so I fiddled around with a few different possibilites and this was the result. I hope this is everything you hoped for. Enjoy!!

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1621

Warnings: Teeny-tiny, itty-bitty sliver of an allusion to smut.

Summary: Loki has been captured by the TVA and he watches his life play out, and discovering that you play a bigger part in it than he would've thought.

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Finally alone, Loki let out a long sigh. He’d seen and learned too much about timelines and life for one day, so he was thankful for this moment of peace; no matter how brief it may be. Glancing at the holographic image hovering by the wall, he approached the small table. The screen of the computer-like device glowed a faint blue. The words ‘resume’ and ‘restart’ were on the screen, encased in little boxes, and Loki pressed the one that read ‘restart.’

The hologram flickered for a moment before stabilising. He watched his life begin with wide eyes; never in his life would he have thought he’d see this. It was odd, maybe even a little discerning, as he watched his birth and journey to Asgard play out.

He gasped aloud when he saw you.

Sitting at the grand banquet table was torture. Everybody was watching you. Correction, everybody was watching your sister, Brynli, the fresh-faced goddess of victory, luck, and warfare.

“She’ll do wonders for the people! Her and my son would make the perfect match!” Odin proclaimed, raising his chalice for all to see. And the people of Asgard fawned and cheered for who they hoped would become the new queen. But the younger siblings sat back, too used to being overshadowed, meeting each other's gaze from opposite ends of the table, and you rolled your eyes. After the feast, you found Loki kicking pebbles in the garden.

“So, what do they call you?” You asked, the etiquette lessons you’d spent torturous hours sitting through falling away as you fiddled with the lacings on your dress because it was slowly suffocating you.

“God of Mischief,” was his muttered reply, and despite your young age, you picked up on the bite in his tone.

“I meant your name, but if we’re going with titles, Goddess of Vengeance and Redemption.” You dropped into a low curtsy, a few stray curls falling into your face. And the two of you laughed to hide the fear of the power that had been dropped into the hands of children.

Loki recalled how relieved he’d felt in that moment, to meet someone like him. Overlooked, overshadowed, and afraid. To know that he wasn’t the only one that lingered unseen.

The hologram flickered again.

The thudding of your footsteps accompanied the beating of your heart as you sprinted down the Bifrost. Skirts bunched above your knees, you clung to the fabric as you left the palace behind, the wind ruining the hair your mother had spent hours curling that morning.

“Last one to Heimdall has to run naked through the banquet hall!” You yelled over your shoulder, grinning as you saw Loki gaining on you.

“What?! Father would kill me!”

“Then I suggest you run faster then!”

Loki had lost the race, but he hadn’t cared. He still recalled the chill of the air on his skin later that night when he had covered his crotch with his hands and hurried through the hall during dinner. The sound of your joyous giggles had played in his head for days after the occasion. When the hologram changed, Loki’s very soul yearned for what he saw.

The grand Asgardian library, sunlight streaming in through the giant windows, was yours and Loki’s sanctuary. Thor and Brynli were on the upper levels, discussing hypothetical war strategies in an attempt to please Odin. You and Loki were huddled around a table a few levels down, heads together, whispering harshly.

“Oh, come on. Mischief and vengeance? It’s the perfect combination.”

“If you think about it, your pranks would be so much better if you let me help.”

“How so?” Loki drawled, cocking an eyebrow.

Loki pondered it for a moment, you certainly had a point, but he shook his head.

“As much as I love chaos, I think somebody might end up dead. Either that or we’d accidentally vaporise the palace.”

Loki laughed at that, though stopped when he heard voices outside the door. They passed and he let out a sigh, turning back to the hologram, and felt tears well in his eyes.

“It’s still you,” you whispered, wiping away the tear that rolled down Loki’s cheek, the pale blue skin was soft under your thumb. “You don’t get to choose your parents, and besides, this doesn’t change anything. You’re still my favourite person in all the nine realms.”

Loki hung his head. He’d never told anybody about his heritage before, Odin and Frigga knew of course, but telling you had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. But the sense of relief that came with your acceptance made his knees buckle.

“Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me that you’ll be with me until the end.”

“I promise.”

Tears warmed the pale skin of Loki’s cheeks and he had to pause the tape. Letting his head fall into his hands, he tried to steady his breathing. This was when he’d last seen you, before everything had fallen to pieces. Whatever was head, he wasn’t sure he could face it. But he wanted to see. He had to see if you would keep your promise.

Once the tape resumed, he watched so intently, trying not to miss a thing. It was odd to think that this was his future, exactly as it would be, but he hadn’t lived it yet. And nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw.

A kiss under the moonlight, hidden behind the grand rose bushes.

His hands on your waist as you waltzed in the empty throne room to music only the two of you could hear.

The curve of your bare hips as you sat astride him, your nakedness kissed by the soft glow of candlelight.

The heavenly echo of your moans as they fell from your lips, more beautiful than any choir.

Loki had not expected any of it, but he hadn’t realised until now, as he watched it play out before him, that it was all he’d ever wanted. He wanted to hold you. To worship you as the Goddess you were. To pray and sin and be born again within the warmth of your embrace.

The hologram flickered and Loki was no longer gazing into his bedchamber as you handed your heart and your innocence to him with only the moon and stars as witness.

There was Midgard; you, Thor, and Loki standing before a crumbled pile of stone.

“I swear this is where I left him.” Loki said, and you had to hide your laugh with a cough. Thor was not impressed, glancing between the pile of rubble and his brother. When the God of Thunder’s back was turned, he didn’t see the sneaky grins that you and Loki shared.

The hologram changed again.

Asgard was falling apart. Smoke poured from the palace windows, staining the horizon black. Screams filled the air around you.

“Loki!” You shouted, unable to see him in the chaos.

“You don’t have to yell, you know.” He appeared at your side, flipping his daggers in his hands, shooting you a smirk.

“How are you so nonchalant about all this?” You asked, swinging your scythe into the gut of one of the shadowy soldiers’ gut. It crumbled around the blade.

“Because this is all part of the fun.”

Loki smirked despite himself, not surprised that he’d say that. Though the hologram flickered once more and the life in Loki’s eyes died.

“No,” he whispered to himself, rising from the chair to approach the image before him.

Thor was encased in scraps of steel, bodies littered the floor of the ruined ship. Suspended from chains in the ceiling, you struggled against your bonds. You watched the dagger materialise in Loki’s hand and you wanted to scream.

“Loki.” Your voice was almost pleading. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes glowing with the reflection of the flames upon the ground. Tears shone in them, only for a moment, before he blinked them back.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

Moving swifter than the wind, Loki thrust the dagger upwards, but froze. Thanos’ hand wrapped around his neck and you cried out.

“Don’t!” Your voice was hoarse but you ignored the pain in your throat.

Loki could feel the life slowly draining from him as he gasped his final breaths, the hand around his neck tightening with every second that passed.

But you’d stayed with him until the end, just like you said you would.

The crack of his neck echoed through the room and Loki flinched, stumbling away from the hologram.

A scream tore from your throat as Loki's body crumbled to the ground.

"You will die for this!" You squirmed within the chains, trying desperately to get free, to reach Loki.

"I will tear apart the universe to find you and bring you nothing but which you deserve; pain and death." But Thanos had already left. And half your heart, the better part of it, was gone.

Loki watched as the ship exploded and the words ‘End Of File’ rolled across the screen. His knees hit the ground but he didn’t register the pain.

He’d known you all his life and had planned on continuing by your side for centuries. No amount of time with you would ever be enough, but seeing it end had torn a hole in his very consciousness.

He had to get out of here.

In that moment, he realised he’d do anything, even cooperate, if it meant getting back to you.

He didn’t care about Timekeepers or The Sacred Timeline. He only cared about you, and he was going to find his way back. If his time was going to run out, then he had to change how it ended.

He had to.

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cherrywineisawaltz

2 years ago

Stranger Things Social Media Au [ Pt 3 / ? ]

stranger things social media au [ pt 3 / ? ]

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cherrywineisawaltz

3 years ago

Will: *gets vecnafied*

Johnathan: ohshitohshitohshit. Mike! What's his favorite song?!?

Mike: don't worry, I got this one [tender, emotional music playing]

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cherrywineisawaltz

1 month ago

Oh god I’m missing him again….might whip something up tonight

MINORS DNI

NOTES: fuck me Logan PLEASE. As always, I need him, so! Very short as always

WARNINGS: car sex, nicknames, Logan knows who you are before the deed but you don’t, getting folded in half by Logan (hope ur flexible), porn (technically) no plot?

Dofp!Logan is coming to find you the second he gets to his young selfs body. Okay, maybe not the second, he does still have to get Charles and Hank, but there’s a day in between events, where nothing happens and he’s not needed for the sake of the universe and he takes it. And when Charles and Hank ask where he’s going, he just tells them he has someone he needs to see.

Honestly it’s a little too easy to find you. And it’s just as easy to get you all folded up in the back of the Buick, his cock sheathed inside you with your heels scraping the roof, head nearly hitting the car window with each thrust. He was always too good at getting you right where he wanted. You didn’t even know each other yet, no, you and Logan don’t meet for at least five more years, but you’re younger and just a bit sluttier and you’re not exactly banging your hands on his chest after he asks to take you out back after an hour of laying it on heavy at the bar you were working at.

“Look at you, baby, so fucking pretty—mmph—and all for me, isn’t that right?” You nod quickly, skin sheening with sweat, clawing at his shoulders while you’re absolutely gushing around his cock. You might have been embarrassed putting out so easily if every word coming out of his mouth didn’t send a warm tingle down to your cunt.

Your ankles bob on either side of his head where he’s got his eyes craned down to look at where he’s pushing in and out of you, like he’s mesmerized. He pulls out half way, then pushes in half way, just to fuck with you—at least that’s what you think. You have no idea how much he’s savoring the sight of your pussy wrapping around him, how twitchy and pretty she is. He laughs when you writhe and buck beaneath him, but he’s got your hips pinned down to the seat, and god this guy is fucking strong. He growls—fucking growls—when he finally bottoms out, and he looks at you like he could absolutely eat you alive, “So perfect for me, just wanna feel good don’t you, sweetheart?”

It’s hard to answer, especially since he’s sinking over you now, bringing your legs with him, ankles on his shoulders while he’s leaning over you driving even deeper than before. The tinge of pain of being nearly entirely folded in half is lost in every thrust that knock’s repeatedly into the soft spongy spot inside you. His breath fans over your face, and you think he might kiss you but he just looks at you, and then turns his head to kiss the side of your ankle, “Sorry sweetheart,” he groans, “If I kiss you—mmh—there’s no way in hell I’m leaving ya.”

You think to ask what he means, but then he’s got a thumb on your clit and his cock is shoving impossibly deeper, and every one of your thoughts is immediately leaving your pretty little head.

dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and…

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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