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wholoveseggs · 3 months ago

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Stocking Stuffer

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♡♡Merry Christmas♡♡

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} Elijah spends the season giving to others, but tonight, it’s your turn to show him how much he means to you.

3.4k words - Warnings: sssmuuuttt, riding, festive roleplay, stockings (the sexy kind), praise, oral (m!receiving), blood drinking, slightly sub elijah (if you squint) && a santa hat...

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Christmas time is always a busy time of year, especially when you have a big family. There were decorations, shopping, baking, and more decorating. Elijah had been running around for weeks making sure that his family would have the best Christmas possible.

You had spent entire days shopping with him, watching him meticulously pick out the right gifts for his family and friends. You helped him wrap the gifts, decorate the house, and hang stockings. He was endlessly giving, endlessly sweet. Yet, as much as you loved his dedication, something tugged at your heart. Watching him scurry off to take care of yet another errand, you couldn’t help but smile—but it wasn’t without noticing how tired he looked.

But there was one thing that bothered you. Elijah was taking on too much by himself. You wanted to show him how you appreciated him, how much you loved him. But every time you tried to take something off his plate, he refused. He had a certain pride, a desire to shoulder everything alone. But love meant knowing when to intervene.

And tonight, you would.

While he was out doing errands, you took some time to set up. You grabbed a santa hat that was hanging in your closet and put it on. Then, you kept looking around deep in your closet for the perfect present to wear. When you finally found what you were looking for, you grinned.

It was a pair of stockings, not the kind you hang over a fireplace. These were the type that were only for Elijah's eyes. You had purchased them for an elf costume you wore last Halloween, and they had been tucked away in the back of your closet. You had a red one and a green one, both with little pom-poms at the top. You slipped them on and looked in the mirror. There was a childlike glee in the way you giggled at your reflection. Elijah was going to love this.

You took off everything else you had been wearing. All that remained was the stockings and the very important santa hat. At first you didn't know where to sit, perhaps the chair in the corner? No, that's not quite right.

You decided on sitting on the bed, your legs crossed and waiting. Nervously anticipating Elijah's arrival, you bit your lip and tried to get comfortable.

Candles were lit, twinkle lights hung, a bottle of whiskey was ready on the nightstand, and your favorite playlist was ready to go. Even with all the romantic touches, you could feel the nervous energy bubbling under your skin. What if he was too exhausted? What if the moment fell flat?

The front door opened, and the sound of bags rustling filled the hallway. Usually, you would be rushing downstairs to help him. But this time you sat there quietly. Your heart pounded, each thud matching the rhythm of his approaching footsteps

"Y/N?" He called out. You didn't respond.

There was a loud sound of bags dropping and him rushing up the stairs. "Y/N?!" He called out, worried.

You grinned when the door flew open and Elijah ran in, his hair a mess, and his shirt half untucked. His face was full of worry and his chest heaved as he caught his breath. "Are you oka-"

Elijah froze mid-sentence when he saw you sitting on the bed. The soft, colorful lights of the room gave your skin a glow, and the candles illuminated the space. His eyes scanned your body, from the santa hat on your head to the red and green stockings on your legs, and all the bare skin in between.

"Merry Christmas." You said softly.

Elijah swallowed and took a step toward you. "Am I dreaming?"

You smiled and shook your head, slowly uncrossing your legs and leaning back onto the bed. "I want to show you how thankful I am. For everything you do. For being so good to everyone."

His lips turned up in a smirk. He started walking towards the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. You noticed the small details. A slight tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders relaxed as he stepped closer. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to melt away with every button he undid. "Oh, I see. So, this is all just to say thank you, then?"

"No," you said softly. "It's to show how much I love you."

He tossed his shirt to the side and knelt onto the bed, crawling his way up between your legs. His hands moved up your legs slowly and stopped at the tops of the stockings. He pulled on the little pom-pom and let it go, listening to it snap against your thigh.

"I love you too." He leaned down and kissed you softly.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he pulled you closer, your legs wrapping around his hips. His hand pressed into your lower back, holding you in place as his lips began to travel across your jaw and down to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving him better access.

"I do have a special request." You moaned as his lips grazed your neck.

"Anything." He murmured.

You ran your hand through his hair, tugging gently as his tongue ran along the side of your neck. Then you pulled the santa hat off your head and placed it on his. You pulled away to see the red hat against his dark hair and couldn't help but giggle.

"It looks cute on you." You admitted.

He gave you a mock glare, his playful side shining through, as if daring you to say it again. The contrast between his serious demeanor and the ridiculous hat made your laughter all the sweeter.

You kept your eyes locked with his as you tugged on his belt buckle, pushing it open and pulling his pants down. He pulled away and finished undressing. Standing there in just a santa hat, his broad chest rising and falling, the glow from the lights dancing across his skin.

"Dear Santa," you began, biting your bottom lip. "I've been a very good girl."

"And what is it that you want for Christmas?" He asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"You."

Elijah grinned, his dark eyes raking over your body, and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hands ran up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his chest.

You could feel his hands moving up and down your sides. Every so often his fingers would dig into your skin, reminding you of his strength. You arched your back as he slid his hands down and pulled your hips toward him, his touch igniting a trail of heat.

"You look so sexy in these stockings." He groaned.

"They're elf stockings."

"Sexiest fucking elf I've ever seen." He whispered before kissing down your neck again.

"I love when you swear."

Elijah chuckled against your neck, the sound vibrating against your skin, and then bit down. You yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He sucked the spot where his teeth had just been, soothing the ache.

Then, his hand ran down your stomach and between your legs. Slowly, his fingers moved up and down. Teasing you, drawing out little whimpers. The ache inside you grew unbearable, every stroke of his fingers leaving you trembling.

You were already wet. You had been anticipating his touch for too long. But, as usual, he liked to tease you. It was his way of getting even.

But tonight wasn't about you, it was about him. So, you pulled his hand away and brought it up to your mouth. You made sure his eyes were on yours as you licked his fingers.

You were delighted when you heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his grip on your thigh tighten. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked a little harder, swirling your tongue just the way you knew he enjoyed. The low groan that escaped his lips sent a shiver down your spine.

He watched as you swirled your tongue around his finger and then released him with a soft pop.

"Lay back," you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and did as you told him. While you leaned over him, there was a fleeting moment where you simply admired him. His chest rose and fell in anticipation, and his dark eyes were locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. His vulnerability, his strength, the unwavering love in his eyes. You wanted to give him more than pleasure. You wanted him to feel adored.

You kissed his neck, nipped at his skin, your lips lingered at the hollow of his throat, savoring the slight hitch in his breath before trailing lower. Your lips brushed across his chest, leaving soft kisses in your wake, moving down to his stomach.

His fingers threaded into your hair, his other hand gripped the sheets tightly. The faint tremor in his grip told you how much he was holding back, letting you take control. You kissed his hips, and then ran your tongue along the crease where his thigh met his hip. His breathing grew heavier, and the muscles in his arms tensed.

You licked the underside of his length and looked up at him. He was watching you intently, his pupils dilated, the intensity in his gaze making your skin flush.

Your tongue ran across the tip of his cock, tasting him. Then you wrapped your lips around the tip and swirled your tongue. His hands gripped your hair, holding you there, the gentle tension making your scalp tingle.

You sucked on the tip of his cock and slowly took more of him into your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length.

He let out a soft moan as you took more and more of him. Each sound he made sent a spark of heat through you, fueling your movements. When he reached the back of your throat, you hummed, enjoying the way his grip on your hair tightened and his breathing picked up.

You bobbed up and down his length, using your hand and your mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible. His hand was still wrapped in your hair, gently guiding you. His moans encouraged you to go faster. To take him deeper.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and his grip on your hair tighten. You knew that meant he was close, so you slowed down. You wanted to drag it out. Make him desperate.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow, the santa hat slipping off his head.

You continued to suck his cock. Slowly. Savoring the weight of him on your tongue. Enjoying the way he tasted. Enjoying the way he clung to the sheets, his muscles tensing. You enjoyed the noises he made. Soft moans. Groans. Begging. He wasn’t just beautiful. He was utterly undone beneath you.

You knew he was trying to hold back, always the gentleman. But tonight, you didn’t want him to be the gentleman. Tonight, you wanted him to be greedy.

So you pushed his cock all the way to the back of your throat and hummed. You felt his body tense up, his hand gripping your hair. His breathing was ragged, and his hips bucked. And he finally let himself go.

His cum filled the back of your throat. You swallowed every last drop, the salty warmth making you hum with satisfaction. You licked his length, making sure to clean up any excess. You pressed one last kiss against the tip of his cock and pulled away, your lips tingling as you smiled.

His chest was heaving, his eyes closed. His features softened, completely at peace. You could tell he was enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. You smiled, feeling rather pleased with yourself. You did a damn good job.

But, the night wasn’t over yet.

You gently crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. Your hands pressed into his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm," he hummed, his voice low and velvety.

"May I sit on your lap, Santa?" you teased, biting your lip.

He let out a soft laugh, his chest rumbling as he nodded. Then his hands moved to your thighs, his fingers running across the lace and silk stockings. You grabbed the fallen santa hat and placed it back on his head. Then you reached down and placed his hands on your ass.

"Santa needs to fill this naughty elf’s stocking," you teased, running your hands over his chest.

He squeezed your ass, his dark eyes glittering. "Oh, I’ll fill your stocking. I’ll make sure it’s stuffed."

You giggled, leaning down to kiss him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, and you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach, his arousal already returning.

You reached between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The head of his cock nudged against you, slick and hot, as you slowly sank onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure as he filled you completely. You gasped against his lips, his breath hitching at the feeling of you enveloping him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to steady you as you adjusted, your bodies perfectly aligned.

Slowly, you began to rock back and forth, letting him slide in and out. Your hands pressed against his chest for leverage, his skin warm beneath your fingers.

You were already so turned on from earlier, that it didn't take long for your body to respond. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you.

"That's it. Good elf," he praised.

You let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head back and letting his cock slide in and out of you. You picked up the pace, riding him harder. Your hips rolled and his hands gripped your waist.

You could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. He was so deep, filling you up perfectly. His hands held you tight, and his eyes locked with yours. You took one of his hands and placed it on your throat, encouraging him to hold you there.

His hand pressed against your throat, gently squeezing. Not enough to hurt, just enough to add a new sensation. Your mouth opened, a soft gasp escaped.

He smiled at you, his eyes hooded, and his hair messy. The santa hat was barely hanging on. You felt yourself get wetter. The sight of him underneath you, the feel of his cock inside you, the pressure of his hand on your throat, it was all too much.

The orgasm tore through your body, waves of pleasure washed over you. Your nails dug into his chest as your back arched. Your eyes closed, and you cried out his name.

Elijah's hands held you in place, keeping you steady as your body shuddered. He whispered words of praise and encouragement. He told you how beautiful you were, how amazing you felt. His voice was like velvet.

When the orgasm subsided, you slumped against his chest. Your breathing was heavy, and your body was warm.

Elijah pressed a kiss against your forehead and then rolled over, placing you on the bed beneath him. The santa hat long gone.

He hooked one of your legs around his hips, feeling the stocking against his skin. You were so pretty, your cheeks flushed, your eyes sparkling, and a smile on your lips.

He took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, and then pressed them against the bed. Slowly, he eased himself back inside of you. Your body was sensitive and still buzzing from the orgasm. So he took his time, making sure you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

His hips began to move. Slow, sensual, deep thrusts. His lips brushed across your neck, you could feel his fangs against your skin. But he didn't bite. Instead, he left a trail of kisses along your jugular. You knew he wanted to sink his teeth into your neck. But he wouldn't. Not until you told him it was okay.

Your eyes met, and you tilted your head back. You pressed a finger against your neck, an invitation.

"Go on," you whispered.

His eyes darkened, his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips moved to the spot on your neck where your pulse was the strongest.

There was a brief moment of pain. A pinch. Then, your entire body filled with euphoria. He held you like you were glass, so careful and precise.

With each sip, your body responded. Your hips rolled. Your toes curled. You let out a soft moan. His hips were still moving in a perfect rhythm, his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside you.

Elijah's hand slid between your bodies and found your clit. He began to circle it with his fingers, applying the right amount of pressure.

You felt your muscles tense, your back arch, and another orgasm build. It was stronger this time. The pressure coiled tighter, and you let yourself fall into it completely. Your eyes rolled, and your legs trembled.

The room was filled with moans, groans, and gasps. Skin against skin. The two of you chasing bliss.

And then, everything came to a crescendo. Your entire body lit up, the pleasure so intense it bordered on overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and your ears rang. Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being. Your body was shivering. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving marks.

He drank deeply, tasting the euphoria in your blood. His own orgasm followed soon after. He came hard, his body shuddering.

When his teeth left your neck, he ran his tongue over the wound. Closing it up and soothing the ache. Then, he kissed the spot, his lips lingering.

You laid there, breathless. Your chest heaving, the santa hat was somehow underneath you, and your stockings were a mess, torn and twisted on your thighs.

He rolled off of you, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face.

"You’ve definitely been very good this year," he said softly.

For the first time in weeks, he truly seemed at ease. The lines of stress that creased his face were replaced with a contented glow. The sight filled you with pride.

You smiled, getting off the bed and handing him the bottle of whiskey. He sat up, his chest glistening with sweat, and opened the bottle. He took a big swig, his eyes roaming over your naked body.

"What?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He put the bottle down and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his lap. "I'm afraid I'll have to keep you."

You giggled, grabbing the santa hat and putting it back on his head. Then you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead to his. "I think I’d be okay with that."

For a moment, the two of you sat there in comfortable silence. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs idly stroking your skin as he leaned back, taking in your presence. "You’ve given me a lot of gifts over the years, but this might just be the best one yet."

"You deserve it," you said softly, running your fingers through his dark hair. "You give so much to everyone else. You deserve to have someone give back to you for a change."

His grip tightened slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me." His voice was low, steady, filled with an intimacy that made your chest tighten.

You kissed him gently, savoring the moment. "I love you, Elijah."

"I love you, too," he murmured against your lips.

The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around the two of you as he shifted, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "Now, I think santa’s elf needs some rest before I keep her up all night," he teased, his signature smirk returning.

You laughed, nestling closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. The faint scent of whiskey lingered as his hand traced lazy patterns along your back.

The world outside faded. No more stress, no errands, no responsibilities. For tonight, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the glow of candlelight and the quiet hum of contentment.

"Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered.

You smiled against his skin, closing your eyes. "Merry Christmas, Elijah."

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lichenes · 4 months ago

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!!! SEASON 2 ACT 3 SPOILERS !!!

Could I request Silco x reader where the reader has been transported from the show’s timeline to the au episode where everyone is alive and happy and she finally gets to see her love again. Mix of fluff and angst plsss 💞

Thank you for the ask anon!! Happy Silco THE love of my life. I hope you like it!!! CW: established relationship (kinda not since hes dead... but... yk...), petnames (dove, sunray), parental!reader x jinx mentioned like once. wc: 525 . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

You were in the malaise of the Hexgates for what felt like centuries. Your senses - not quite with you, sudden pangs of hunger like you’ve never felt before and a constant feeling of pain circulating like blood in your veins. Then, light.

You were panting when you ‘awoke’. “You okay?” Said someone you haven’t heard in a long time. Aged, tired but you knew it was him. You were in bed with silk sheets, ones you’ve asked your husband for, once or twice, as a birthday gift. The undercity was quite hot when the summer months ruled so it was a perfect gift. A perfect gift you never got, at least- in your reality.

“Hey.” Silco said putting his hand on the small of your back, moving it up and down to comfort you. After a moment of disbelief you turned to him abruptly and launched yourself at his neck, wrapping your hands around it. Quiet comfort.

“…” Unbridled silence.

You pulled away from him and cradled his face as if to check if it wasn’t some twisted dream the Hexgates bestowed upon you.

“Dove, what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Your eyes were full of tears threatening to spill as soon as you spoke up. You were hysterical from joy. “Silco- I’ve- I’ve missed you so much.”

“You’ve seen me not hours ago.” You were crying, the tears staining the silk sheets you’ve dreamed of for so many nights. Cold, lonely nights without him. “I can’t believe you’re actually here and… and you look so beautiful- so happy-” He cut you off. “Dove- dove.” You looked at him, your vision blurry from crying.

“I’m here, I didn’t go anywhere. I’m here.” He assured you, trying to calm you down.”

“...” You couldn’t utter a word. You knew what happened. Jinx was inconsolable. So were you. “I didn’t… I-” She tried to explain herself. You were both suffering, her maybe more than you, maybe… It wasn’t time to compare levels of ache. “Honey.” Jinx looked at you. “We need to get rid of-” the body. You couldn’t say it but she got what you were trying to convey.

After a while of sheer uncontrolled, frenzied glee you were experiencing you calmed down. “It was just a bad dream.” He said hugging you tighter than ever. “Nothing to be scared of my sunray.” He accentuated the possessiveness of the statement.

“My condolences.” Said someone random on the street. That was why you didn’t leave your house anymore. That was why Jinx had to force food into you and why you knew this stupid fucking walk wasn’t worth shit. Sun didn’t reach Zaun- what were you saying? The only person who had any chance at making Zaun reality was d-

Now, you were eating breakfast with Silco. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, both physical and metaphorical. “You’re staring dove.” You chuckled. “Sorry, you just look so good in your robe.” I haven’t seen you in years. He looked at you, daringly. “Is that so?” You hummed affirmatively.

“I’ll never get enough of you, dove. Never.” A smile creeped onto your face. “Oh, is that so?”

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littlexdeaths · 5 months ago

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𝔯𝔲𝔫, 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔯𝔲𝔫 - 𝔢.𝔪.

mad hatter eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: primal play/chasing kink, public sex, dom!eddie, pet names (alice, hatter, little rabbit), light orgasm denial, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia, unprotected piv sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is another repost/reworking from my old blog, just in time for spooky season. i hope you all enjoy <3

Eddie has been searching for you all night.

But the moment you crossed the threshold into the Harrington residence, he hadn’t been able to get you alone. Slipping through his fingers at every turn. Even though this party and the couple's costume was your idea in the first place, you've left him hanging all night.

As frustrated as he was, he couldn’t deny that seeing you prancing around in that frilly, blue costume was doing things to him.

What Eddie doesn’t realize though, was that this little game of cat and mouse was a part of your plan all along. A fantasy you didn’t quite know how to voice to him. Your desire to push his buttons until he couldn’t take it anymore, taking you wherever he eventually catches you.

But your boyfriend was quickly beginning to reach his breaking point.

So when he finally corners you hours later in Steve’s kitchen—you flee the room in a flash of blue lace.

Eddie hisses out in frustration, tossing his mad hatter hat aside on the counter before following you out the back door.

“Come on sweetheart, where are you going?” he calls, raising his arms in defeat.

When you finally turn to face him, a playful grin tugs at the corner of your lips. Your body slips out the back gate with ease. A curved finger beckons him to follow, lustful eyes drinking him in…oh so slowly.

“I’m late for a very important date…” you coo, before turning to dash through the thicket behind the Harrington residence.

Eddie growls in annoyance, but quickly hops the fence to chase after you. You can hear the crunching of leaves beneath his feet, unable to hide your glee when you dart ahead of him. With his long legs, you know he’s much faster than you—and at this rate he’d have you in his clutches in no time.

So you quickly duck behind a tree, your back pressed against the rough bark while you attempt to steady your heavy breathing. His pace suddenly slows to a brisk walk, keeping his eyes peeled for any flash of the pastel blue of your costume.

“Oh, Alice?” Eddie calls out, in a tone you know all too well.

You’re in big trouble.

The implication in his voice has you clenching your thighs together in anticipation. But you aren’t ready to give in just yet, he needs to work for it. From your vantage point you can see his lanky frame in the distance, his back to you as he wanders further into the trees.

You remove yourself from your hiding spot to continue behind him, taking slow and careful steps. Your heart pounds in your chest with each step you take, knowing he could turn at any given moment and find you.

The sound of a twig snapping beneath your shoe breaks the prolonged silence, your whole body halts when you notice the muscles in his back tense. But you are quick to turn on your heel, running in the opposite direction before he even has the chance to turn around.

You can hear his growl of frustration, the sound causing a shiver to course through you.

You manage to hide behind some brush, the cool dirt beginning to seep through the thin layer of your stockings as you crouch down. And when you dare a peek through the branches, you catch a glimpse of his combat boots as he walks right past your hiding spot.

His fists are clenched at his sides, rings glinting in the pale moonlight. And despite the chill hanging in the air, the sight causes heat to rush through you.

“Run all you want sweet, Alice…” he mutters under his breath, “I’ll find you soon enough.”

You stifle a giggle, cupping your hand over your mouth. Once you hear his footsteps retreat further into the distance, you slowly rise to your feet. Taking a quick peek around before finally leaving the safety of the bushes.

A cool autumn breeze blows past, lifting your hair from your shoulders and biting at your skin. Leaves rustle, then settle around you as you continue into the darkness of the forest. It is almost too quiet now and the thought alone makes you feel a little uneasy.

Did he get fed up and leave? Or was he just lying in wait?

While you weren’t entirely sure of the answer, you continued on your way. The lights of Steve’s home continue to grow dim the further into the trees you went. The only sounds to be heard were your shaky inhales of breath and the dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.

Now that your boyfriend was nowhere in sight, you were starting to regret your decision to run into the woods. Woods that held stories of mysterious creatures and missing children. Every little noise has you ready to jump out of your skin, while the darkness around you begins to feel suffocating.

But a loud howl in the distance has your whole body seizing up, fear flooding your veins.

“Oh, fuck this…” you mumble, beginning to turn when your back is suddenly forced against a tree.

The bark digs into your shoulders through the thin material of your dress, scraping against your skin. A broken scream is silenced when a hand slaps over your mouth, the other gripping onto your hip to hold you in place.

“I told you I’d find you…”

Eddie’s eyes are dark when they meet yours, pure onyx nearly swallows the warmth of his irises whole. A sliver of moonlight has broken through the canopy of trees, casting a pale halo over his mop of dark curls.

However, his cheshire-like grin is anything but angelic.

Once he sees the flash of recognition in your eyes does he remove his hand from your mouth. Only to quickly gather both of your wrists in one of his own to pin them above your head. You let out a shaky breath when he nudges his knee between your legs, spreading them open.

A shiver courses through you when you feel the cool brush of his fingertips against your inner thigh, a low groan escapes him once he realizes you have nothing on beneath this frilly costume.

“Oh, you’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, Alice…” he hums, “Thought you knew better than to run from me, sweetheart.”

You can’t stop the whimper from falling past your lips when his fingers dip between your soaked folds. Eddie grins wickedly at the sound, lightly nudging your clit with his knuckle. He revels in the way your body shudders beneath him, head tilting to the side in amusement.

There’s no denying how much this chase has affected you, he can feel it in the way your sticky nectar coats the calloused pads of his fingers. But Eddie would be a liar if he tried to say he wasn’t just as pent up as you are. It’s obvious in the way his hardened cock digs into the flesh of your hip.

“But since you decided to be such a fucking tease tonight,” he tuts disapprovingly when you continue to squirm in his hold. “We’re going to be playing by my rules from now on, understand?”

You don’t trust your voice, arousal clouding your thoughts. So you merely nod, but that is not what he wants. Eddie removes his hand from between your thighs to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together harshly.

A small gasp leaves your lips when you feel your slick smear across your cheeks, but your cunt practically throbs in response.

“None of that coy shit, use. your. words,” he practically growls.

“— Yes, Hatter…” you whine, “ I understand.”

Your boyfriend grins widely, thrilled that you’re playing along. He loosens his grip on your cheeks, fingers returning to their previous position between your thighs. And when Eddie slips one of the digits inside, he’s met with no resistance.

“So, you like being chased, huh, little rabbit?” he coos mockingly, “Gets you all hot and bothered?”

He easily slides another finger inside, curving them up to brush against your sweet spot. A soft moan tumbles past your lips, tipping your head back to rest against the trunk of the tree. That signature smirk returns to his features, urging him to continue to rub against that spongy spot inside you.

But slow enough that it was beginning to drive you mad.

“More, please,” you whine.

Pride blooms in his chest at your plea, a deep chuckle rumbling through him. His darkened eyes flick lower, watching in amusement when he removes his fingers from beneath your skirt. Your juices practically shine in the moonlight as he brings his fingers to his lips.

“Oh, I’m not done playing with you yet, sweet thing…” he hums, head tilting to allow his lips to graze over the shell of your ear. “Besides, I know you can beg a lot better than that.”

Your hands begin to twist in his grasp, eager to reach out and tangle your fingers in his wild locks. But Eddie only squeezes them tighter in his grasp before landing a harsh slap to your clit.

And when those calloused fingers slip between your folds again, he doesn’t give you what you want. Not right away. The digits purposefully dancing around where you want them most.

While you know you deserve this as punishment for making him chase you all night, you can’t help the frustrated whines from tumbling past your lips.

“Please,” you hiccup. “I promise I’ll be so good, Eddie. Please, just touch me!”

Tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes, but he chooses to deny you more. His fingers brush over your sensitive nub, drifting lower to dip inside your entrance for a moment…only to quickly remove them.

The male keeps up these torturous motions for a long while, until he witnesses the mascara tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

The sight has him grinning devilishly, cock twitching beneath the dark denim of his jeans. Only then does he relent, thumb pressing against your clit while his plump lips pepper soft kisses along the curve of your jaw.

The gesture was far more tender in comparison to his previous actions, the juxtaposition has your head swimming.

“Eddie…” you pant, “I need you.”

You no longer care how pathetic you sound when you rut your hips up against his palm, but his own need to claim you soon outweighs his desire to tease you any further. His lips press against yours, entirely urgent as he releases his grip on your wrists. You desperately knot your fingers into his hair to keep him pressed against you.

The male takes a step back, then another before his foot catches on a root. Eddie loses his balance, and the both of you go tumbling to the ground. He lands on his back with a small groan, the air knocked from your lungs when you land on his hard chest. You brace your palms on his shoulders, straddling his waist in an attempt to right yourself.

“Mm, as good as you look on top of me, sweetheart…” he trails off, raking his hands up the meat of your thighs.

Your flimsy white stockings don’t stand a chance against his harsh grip, the torn fabric exposing more of your bare skin to the chilly night air.

Your mouth falls open, scolding words beginning to form on the tip of your tongue. But your body is flipped over and underneath him before you can utter a single syllable. Eddie coaxes you onto your knees, guiding your ass up as he presses your cheek against the cool ground.

When you hear his belt unbuckle, you instinctively squirm beneath him. Any logical thought is replaced with pure desperation as you whimper into the dirt. You can feel the rumble of his laughter when he leans over you, lips brushing against your ear.

“I’d rather fuck you like this, little rabbit…” he continues with a grunt.

Your answering whine has him flipping up your frilly skirt, exposing you completely to the elements. A harsh slap rings out into the night when his palm connects with the plush skin of your ass. Landing a slap on the other cheek for good measure, or a silent order to stay still.

You wouldn’t dare disobey him now, not when you can feel the tip of his cock gliding through your slick folds. He nudges it against your sensitive bud, enjoying the way your body jolts in response. And when he finally guides the head inside you, he lets out a low hiss as your tight warmth envelopes him and he fills you with one fluid motion.

“Jesus, fuck you’re tight…” he says underneath his breath, noting the way your body responds to the subtle praise. “Gonna give you everything, sweetheart.”

A muffled moan is all you can manage when he starts moving, feeling every inch of his cock stretching you past your limits. His hips rock into yours at a brutally slow pace, no doubt to tease you a little more. His rings bite into the dip of your hips when you push back against him, impatience guiding your movements.

“Faster— please,” you whimper.

A dark chuckle slips past his lips at your pleading, but he obliges by snapping his hips forward. A gasp is punched from your lungs, digging your nails into the dirt beneath you for purchase. The stark silence between the trees is broken, now filled with the noises of your bodies connecting.

The notion that anyone could stumble upon you both in this position only adds to the experience, your walls pulsing around his cock at the thought.

“Look at you, little rabbit…” he taunts, giving your hip a squeeze. “So pretty like this.”

Eddie can’t force his gaze away from where your bodies are joined, the sticky mess of your arousal smeared across your thighs. And how desperately he wants to see his own desire dripping down your trembling legs.

“Bet you want me to fill you up, huh? Mark you so everyone knows you’re all mine.”

A jumbled array of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ leave your lips, barely audible over the slick sounds of him thrusting into you. Then you feel his hand drift lower, underneath the petticoat of your skirt to encircle your clit.

His brutal pace combined with the delicious pressure on your clit only brings you closer to the edge. Your cries grow louder, more insistent and when he hits that spot inside you dead on…you’re done for.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back once you reach that peak. Your knees wobble, buckling from the force of it. But Eddie is quick to guide your hips back up with a soft chuckle.

He doesn’t let up either, fucking you through your high as he chases his own. But that familiar warmth has started to build in your abdomen again, desperate for another release. Your fingers quickly find themselves between your legs, swiping over your swollen clit in tight circles.

Each brush of your fingers has you clenching harder around him, pulling a throaty moan from his lips. It wouldn’t be long now… Eddie’s thrusts begin to falter, becoming sloppier.

“Good girl…” he praises, voice hoarse with desire. “Come on, give me another.”

One final deep thrust is your undoing, a broken cry rips itself from your lungs as you fall apart beneath him again. And with a low groan of your name, he’s spilling inside you. Warming you from the inside, out. Your body crumbles forward in delightful exhaustion, the cool earth a welcome reprieve against your heated skin.

Eddie gently lowers your hips to the ground, hissing quietly as he slides his softening length from you. You sigh in content when you feel the sticky essence of him dripping down your legs. A shiver passes through you when you feel his chilled fingers on your inner thigh, collecting the combined mess there before he brings it to his mouth with a low hum.

His back hits the ground next to you with a soft thud before he’s coaxing you into his arms. His body is overly warm, sweat clinging to his brow despite the cold that settles into your bones with each passing breath. You spare a glance up at the star riddled sky, his own falling to your features. Gazing at you with a look that could only be described as pure adoration.

“Am I crazy for letting you fuck me in the middle of the woods?” you laugh breathlessly, scanning his face as he grins down at you.

“Oh, sweet, Alice…” he hums, grazing the pad of his thumb along your cheek. “We’re all a little mad here.”

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