#not that dillinger

[the-haunted-office]

@not-that-dillinger - Doom to Ed. x)

[the-haunted-office]

( @not-that-dillinger - Continued from here!)

Doom isn't used to doing much cooking - not that she can't, it's just that she doesn't particularly care for it. She doesn't quite have the patience for it, for one. For another, she oftentimes misunderstands some of the instructions, making her feel like an idiot. And a lot of the cooking techniques, she fucks up, ruining the results. More often than not, her luck with cooking food has amounted to burning things or creating disasters, and so, it's much easier for her to just spawn food in and be done with the whole ordeal.

Watching other people cook, however... is far more enticing. So walking into the employee lounge and finding Ed there, doing things with food, grabs her attention, and she just has to go over and see what exactly it is he's doing with the food.

"Pot roast, eh? Nice, nice. That'll get the attention of the whole building, ehehehe." Pot roast actually makes her think of her mother. She used to make it all the time and it was one of her favorite things back in the day.

The offering of the little tiny potatoes gets her to tilt her head to the side a bit in query, though. "Eh? What is it?" She takes one and inspects it. She's never seen these before.

[riinzler]

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The Users seemed to be under the impression that he’d be returning empty handed, something that was very much not the case. Rinzler would drag Kevin_Flynn back through the portal kicking and screaming if it was the very last thing he ever did. Doing so would be his only hope at redemption in Clu’s eyes, he could not fail, not after the events that had led him here.

He grabbed Kevin_Flynn’s face, pulled it down to his eye level, and all but hissed out,

“I am not leaving here without you. You are coming with me.” It was the most words most of them had ever heard from him. Had it come from anyone else under any other circumstance it would’ve been almost cute, but it was impossible to mistake the words for anything other than what they were: A threat, a promise. No matter what he had to do he would achieve his mission success, would see it completed and no one, not even this group of Users would stand in his way. With that done he pulled the User towards the laser aperture, fully prepared to force their hands, until the second User, Dillinger, stepped closer. The grip he had on Kevin_Flynn tightened enough to crack his shell, a harsh growl tearing out of his throat. What was he trying to do?

“Back up” He’d been somewhat torateable for a User, but that didn’t mean Rinzler wouldn’t derez him.

[nytehavyn-circle]

/* for the vampires or Zephyr, or whoever you want to throw at Ed --@not-that-dillinger */

The only reason Ed ever visited bars was when he wasn't in a safe headspace to go home and Encom's walls felt more oppressive and confining than they did safe. That was exactly the reason why he was at this one.

Meetings with his boss, with casually veiled insinuations of corporate espionage or sabotage, in an office space that had once been his father's nearly three decades ago, and used to contain a unique touchscreen computer with a particular malicious AI that gave him nightmares as a kid, had a tendency to do that.

He sat in a dimly lit back corner of the bar with HeliOS booted on his computer and a grapefruit seltzer next to him. Code, he found, was always a good for distracting from unwanted trains of thought. Though he wasn't foolish enough to work on any of his projects for Encom in such a public place. What he was currently working on was debugging Talos, a program that was part assistive AI, and part system security.

He looked up from his screen, suddenly feeling the unease that someone was watching him. Ed closed out of what he was working on, and scanned the room over the top of his screen.

It was probably nothing, but with the restraining order fresh in his mind after his meeting with his boss, and considering that the legal protection it granted was about sturdy as the paper it was printed on when his father--CEO of the Encom's biggest competitor--could very easily bribe his way out of any repercussions or hire someone to carry out his threat of abduction, it never hurt to be cautious.

Zephyr watched this Ed person from a corner of the bar. Apparently, he was a big shot in the tech world. Was the son or grandson of a man who had created a giant virtual reality game. Zephyr didn't need to know the details. All he needed to know was a name, a place of business, or place of residence, and he did the rest.

Ed seemed paranoid. He was constantly looking over his shoulder. both figuratively and literally. Zephyr continued to watch him through his computer, having tapped into the security cameras on the bar, and having tapped into the guy's laptop camera. And no, Ed would not be alerted because Zephyr was just that good. He made a living doing this. And he would have been a shitty PI and a shitty hacker if his subjects knew they were being watched.

However, after another half hour of watching the paranoid man, Zephyr figured it was time to approach him on Terran's behalf. And if this Ed didn't know who Terran was, he was either living under a rock, or really didn't pay attention to news outlets or magazines.

Zephyr had a feeling that was not the case.

He opened up a dialogue box and typed- Hello, Mr. Dillinger, Jr. Look, I work for a Mr. Terran Nytefyer. I'm sure you know who he is?Billionaire, philanthropist, humanitarian... and no, he doesn't take after Mr. Stark. He's been around quite a lot longer than him. I am going to let you in on a little secret that might convince you to talk with me before I set up a meeting with Mr. Nytefyer.

What he's told the press, and the paparazzi, and several interviewers of countless magazines about being a Living Vampire... is the truth. Of course, no one but a handful of people believes it, chalking it up as a persona brought on by eccentricities that billionaires are apparently afforded.

Along with his public work, he also runs a rather secret information network. He has tasked me with finding you because he believed you'd be an asset.

If you're willing to talk, I'm sitting in the back corner of the bar. I am currently drinking a red citrus drink. The glass is rather tall, and the drink in said glass is carbonated and red, as I said before. It is sitting on the edge of the table.

When you approach me, just sit down. I promise not to bring attention to you. Especially since you look like someone who's being followed by someone other than me. And don't worry, I've tapped into the security cameras, I'll keep a watch on you.

If you choose not to approach me, I will return to Terran and tell him it's a no-go. After that, if he decides to approach you, he will do so himself. I'm just a precaution.

Zephyr hit 'Send', and then sat and waited, staring at the camera boxes on his screen.

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"The what-ifs." The words left her so easily, but they would be the only ones to do so. The canine spirit gave him a twisted smile, yet it didn't reach her pale eyes. "What if I didn't give it all up, ya know?. Like..."

She paused, her pupils sharpening into strange diamonds; turning her mind back to clouded memories, ones she earnestly buried with numbing vices. Having to verbalize them reopened those wounds, and shame bled over once again.

"What if I hadn't given up goin' ta school, what if I hadn't given up on applyin' ta better jobs. What if I hadn't wanted ta die--"

Her hand restlessly shot up to rub at her bent ear, but it offered little comfort. "What if I hadn't tried ta drug myself ta ignore the cold, on my last night...What if I woke up before burnin' alive?"

Her dust colored paws began to pace, making her look more like a frantic, trapped wolf. Her tail lashed and head hung low in a aimless prowl. "Would I have a place o' my own, somethin' better than that cheap apartment, or a nicer job? Would I have been able ta give back after all the shit I gave ta my family? Would I be worth somethin'?"

Her head turned towards Ed, the smile had long melted into a pained grimace. "I could'a been a somebody, someone wit' a future! Jus' like ya! If I jus' hung on longer, I could'a done good things, important things, like ya..."

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Her eyes widened at the delicate and beautiful wreath in Ed's hands. "Wow, what's that for--" Her question froze into a quiet gasp once he placed it on top of her tousled hair. Her gaze dazzled with delight and her face took on a warm, rosy glow. "Gaaaaw-lly!" Shikoba turned her head away bashfully, yet a smile grew across her face. "Thank ya, this is so--Wow!"

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Komet felt like he was going to throw up, and maybe even pass out. The world around him was spinning and he pressed his hands against his eyes, hoping it would stop. They both sat there for a while, trying to catch their breath.

It was Komet that spoke first. "Where are we?" He mumbled, hands still pressed against his face. Apparently this was the User world, but where exactly, he didn't know.

It was dark and musty. Almost like the Outlands. After a moment, he peeled his hands off his face and took a look around. His Gridsuit was missing and in it's place where what he assumed were User clothes. This is what he was wearing...before...before...

He winced and reached up to rub at his temples. "My head is killing me."

What possessed Ed to pick the lock on the arcade, to shoot himself with a high powered laser, he wasn't really sure. He wasn't even sure what drew him to the arcade in the first place. Perhaps it was that the board meeting was particularly rough, and the temptation to snap at his boss was near overwhelming that made him a bit more reckless and in need of a walk. Perhaps it was the old file he'd found buried deep in the server that contained rambling notes from a long lost CEO that fit into place with the angry rants his father used to have while he was growing up.

Perhaps it was the intrigue of a twenty-year-old mystery that Ed may have just stumbled on the key to solving.

Everything after that had been a whirlwind. He found the secret basement lab with the laser, and then the Grid. He solved the mystery. Flynn--Kevin Flynn was dead. And what became of Kevin Flynn's son--

The sense of vertigo that accompanied the flash of light as the Grid faded out of existence around Ed was all too familiar, though he wasn't sure if it was a side effect of being re-materialized in the... (not the real world, the Grid had been just as real, but...) on the the user side of the screen, or it it was his body choosing to give out on him after the mad rush to survive and then escape, Ed didn't know, but it was years of practice and stubborn determination not to collapse in Encom's labyrinthine halls that kept him on his feet when he found himself back in old Flynn's dusty lab.

His companion was not so lucky.

"Whoa, easy there," he murmured, keeping his voice as quiet as possible. Even for Ed, after spending only a relatively short period of time on the Grid, this side felt loud, and bright, and disorienting. He could only imagine the feeling was amplified a thousand times for Komet, who hadn't been on this side in a very long time. He stepped toward Komet to catch him, and guided him toward the dusty couch.

"Let's take a minute, catch your breath, re-orient yourself," he said, settling on the other end of the couch and staring at the ceiling until it stopped spinning. "When you're ready, if you're up for it, we can try to figure out the what-next, alright?"

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Claustrophobia (Edward Dillinger Jr. x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr x female reader Summary: What's worse than getting stuck in an elevator when you're claustrophobic? Being stuck in an elevator with your hot boss/work crush when you're claustrophobic! Word count: 5,141 Contents: Slight age gap (Reader is in her 20's, Edward is in his early 30's), only one use of Y/N, reader is claustrophobic, reader has a panic attack, virgin reader, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, pulling out, technically public sex. Edward asks for consent a lot. Author's notes: This is a collab with my dear @lauuren! She wrote the intro and the oral sex scene and I am in awe at her talent. I desperately want to spread the "stan Edward Dillinger Jr" agenda. I will not stop. There's a character playlist I made about him at the end of this fic. Please stan Edward Dillinger Jr, Lauren and I are all alone in this boat.

A quiet ding could be heard throughout an empty modern hallway of the ENCOM building, announcing that the elevator had just arrived at your floor. After both automatic doors had slid open, and a quiet sigh escaped your lips, your steps made their way inside the confined space of the machine.

Not only a second after, a loud confident stride joined you inside, just before the doors closed. You already knew who the person was just by the sound of his fine leather boots on the floor, and by his signature scent you, oh, so adored.

Your boss, Ed, or rather Mister Dillinger, as you usually called him, stood right next to you, fixing his navy bow-tie. You caught a glimpse of him with your peripheral vision and you felt your cheeks burning with heat. And not just them. The shameless sensation reached your pussy at record speed and you could feel the fabric of your crimson-colored panties getting slightly damp. Something that had been happening ever since you started working for him.

It was his nicely ironed dark blue suit, his silky-smooth vest, his glasses, or maybe the way he stood there paying attention to the screen of his iPad - it all sent shivers to all the right places. The places you never even knew you could feel something at.

“Evening, sir.” You chirped, hoping to catch his attention.

His head turned upwards from the tablet, his eyes finding your own. He fixed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and you were fighting all your inner demons to not stare at them.

“Ah, Y/N…” His sentence was interrupted by a weird rambling and a thud. The lights of the elevator flickered a few times, and the machine stopped.

You always felt kind of nauseous every time you stepped into that elevator. All your muscles tensed and your breathing got slightly shallow until you got off. But being stuck in such a horrible and confined space really did not help your claustrophobia. Quite the opposite… You felt panic starting to flood your mind, darkening it with fear.

“Oh, my God.” A last breath of tranquility escaped your lips when everything above and below you stopped dead on its tracks. And the brief flicker of the lights prevented it from coming back to you.

Your desperate fingers broke through a tremor and frantically pressed every button that looked like an emergency one. And then, when the elevator doors did not magically open, you rushed to double-press every single button to no avail. 

“Shit!” You exhaled, giving up and giving in into your worst fear. The metal around you sizzled and constricted like it burnt, your vision blurred and the pressure in your stomach made you feel so hollow yet so heavy. The tortuous beating of your heart took over your ears so loudly, you didn't catch your boss' voice. It wasn't until his hand touched your shoulder, that you could make out the words.

“Hey... Relax.... Relax.” Edward repeated, his voice so unfazed, like it wasn't his first time stuck in there. You didn't turn to face him, it would have mortified you twice as much. So you pressed your forehead against the wall, finding it colder than expected.

“Calm down, people will come for us. It won't take long, I promise... Just calm down, breathe with me…”

It was all a big, draining whirlwind you were trapped in, but somehow you found the will in you to follow him. Seven seconds of air filling your lungs, five of holding it there and six of exhaling it. Repeated several times until your feet were back on the ground and your forehead felt the wall warming up to your touch. 

“That's it... It's ok…” Edward repeated, his hand very gently touched your upper arm and slowly pulled you away from the useless button board and towards his chest. He must have set his Ipad down on the elevator floor during your panic, because he carefully guided you with both hands towards the center. You calmed down a little more, putting all your focus on the right amount of seconds for each breathing phase. With all the gentleness he had, he started to sit you both down, with you between his legs, your back against his chest and your ear close to his lips.

“Easy… That’s good… You’re ok… You’re going to be ok…” He kept soothing you, his hands rubbing comforting circles over your arms. Slowly but surely, it had an effect on you. And then it finally hit you: you had just had a panic attack. IN FRONT OF YOUR BOSS/WORK CRUSH. And while you dreaded thinking about it, you wished the elevator would just plummet down the building. 

“You know, this has happened to me two times before… The longest I’ve been here is about 15 minutes… They always notice if there’s something wrong with the elevators.” Edward’s warm voice snapped you out of your thoughts. At least a rescue was ensured. But that still didn’t fix your embarrassment… Oh, God must really like seeing you suffer. What must Mister Dillinger think of you now? He must think you’re pathetic and stupid and…

“So don’t worry, baby…. I’m here with you…” Baby… BABY. You almost didn’t believe it. And you would have told yourself it was an auditory illusion but then, his hand slowly started to move down your arms. His lips and stubble caressed your ear, giving you a good shiver. Edward kept whispering soft praises the more you relaxed and you felt in heaven.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and your cheeks burned. The cheeky little warmth your pussy always felt when he was near returned with renewed intensity now that you were in his arms, and now that you were “baby” and “good girl”. 

His left hand stopped tracing circles on your arm and traveled to your chest, tenderly lazing over the side of your breast. Not kneading it or even attempting to cup it, just lingering there in a silent plea for permission.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop…” His voice was soft against your ear, his hands completely stayed still over your beautiful body, expectant for a cue or a full on red light. You had found that his touch had a soothing effect on you. There was something so calming about his big hands, his warmth and, on top of all things, his understanding nature.

“Don’t stop…” More than a cue, this was a soft little plea. You needed to feel him all over you, his warmth washing away the fear and the constriction. 

On command, his hand on your breast kneaded the flesh so softly over your bra until he found your nipple, making you moan quietly.

“That’s it… Just relax… Let me take care of you…” His voice was huskier now. The combination of his stubble and his breath on your ear was a sensory experience drawn out straight from your fantasies. You obeyed, the last bits of tension in your body fading away the more he fondled your now hardened nipple.

As for Edward, he swallowed thickly, his cock was growing uncomfortably harder in his tight pants. A desperate need started to tug on his reason and he swiftly moved onto the next step when he noted your new calmness and your quiet moans. 

“Is this ok?” He whispered again, making your eyelashes flutter and your lips part when the hand that wasn’t massaging your breast reverently and very carefully traveled down your abdomen. You nodded and he smiled ever so slightly before taking in the shape of your thigh with his palm.

That morning when you picked out your outfit, you decided against a pair of pants for not matching with your new shoes, and God, you were glad you had. Because instead, you chose to wear a cute black skirt and stockings that Edward now palmed in admiration. 

“I’ve never told you… But you always look so stunning…” He confessed to the skin of your neck before planting a soft kiss there, getting a reaction out of your needier and needier body. Your underwear felt damp and your lower abdomen felt hotter, lonelier.

As if he had detected it, Edward rode up your skirt slowly at first, in his usual search for permission. When you nodded again, he continued, exposing the sheer fabric of your stockings and then, a view that made him smile, your crimson panties with a flirty lace trim. 

“Naughty little girl.” Edward couldn't contain himself. Your choice of underwear had been unintentional. All your panties that would have been more suitable for a black skirt were in the laundry and your choices were limited. But you pretended it was a deliberate seduction tactic. Perhaps part of a plan to cross your legs in front of him, or bend down to pick up something at the office so he could have an ‘accidental’ little peek. Whichever way, he was a fan. His thick fingers lowered them well enough to see your little bush, something that got a guttural sound out of him.

“Just how I like them.” He growled. His fingers attracted to your heat like a magnet to metal. He ran two digits across your needy cunt, rewarding you for being so wet for him with a lustful kiss. You moaned softly once more, your eyes closed as you let the feeling sink in. You spread your legs a bit further, only hearing his breaths, the smacking of your lips together and, of course, the sounds of your slick arousal.

"God... Hear that? Hear how wet you are? Is that all for me, babe?" He gently broke the kiss and his whisper teased the skin of your earlobe along with his stubble. His fingers slowly buried themselves into your tight cunt, this time spreading you open with a scissoring motion. His index and middle fingers stretched you once experimentally, making you gasp and whine and making him groan in a pleasant surprise.

"Oh, don't tell me you're still a virgin, baby? A pretty girl like you?" He teased, half in disbelief, half in arrogance. He was going to be your first then? That knowledge filled him with a greedy, possessive, perhaps a little old-fashioned pride. Nobody had touched you or had you before. You were going to be all his. He smirked like a devil and continued his motions to get you ready for his cock.

You moaned again, lost to the lust and willing to be his, when suddenly, a sound made you clam up and open your eyes widely. Two voices outside the elevator, loudly complaining that the machine was not working.

"Mister Dillinger..." You tried to warn him in a rising panic despite the coup d’état your pussy threw over your brain. Somebody had to be the voice of reason here. Remind you both that you were stuck in the elevator, that the people you just heard could hear you. And even if they didn’t,  they would still try to get the doors to slide open. And if they did, they would discover you two were fucking in there. The embarrassment made your cheeks even redder. Or maybe it was the feeling of his fingers that kept massaging your walls. It got hard to think, your cunt only got wetter and your mind cloudier. You moaned so softly, so needily, eliciting another groan from him.

"Ed. Just call me Ed." He completely ignored the voices and whispered into your neck, placing soft kisses that led him lower and lower. His hand left your heat for a moment, making you whine in protest.

"Ed..." You called out for him. Your anxiety at being caught dissolved in your dampness. The absence of his thick fingers in you pushing you over the edge of carefulness. You've wanted him for so long, your entire body begged for his touch. 

A third voice from the outside almost pulled you out of this renewed state. But as soon as you heard the relief in that voice, telling the other two about the other elevator that still worked, you relaxed. All voices disappeared away and all you could hear now was the heavy breathing of Ed, who never stopped kissing your neck and touching you. It was the first time in your life you were glad that people who could have rescued you didn’t even notice you were there. 

“That’s it, pretty girl… It’s ok.” Ed placed another slow, rewarding kiss on your lips, and you were lost on him again. Finally, there was no tension left that could block your true wants.

He noticed that right away. His hands that roamed slowly over your breasts and waist started to travel to your hips. 

“Are you ready?” You were not sure what he meant exactly, but you were ready for anything.

“Yes.” You replied and he wasted no time. He groaned softly as he manhandled you in a 180 turn, pinning you down against the elevator floor with your knees up.

"These have to go. You're so pretty to be all covered up." Edward charmed you while he fully took off your crimson panties, tossing them aside. Once they were off, he delighted in the sight of your wet cunt. So pretty and needy. It made his cock twitch in his pants and his tongue lick his lips. A low growl of approval, more than that, rumbled in his throat.

Your arousal successfully lured him in. Each hand took hold of one of your thighs to spread you open, his grip on the soft flesh firm but careful. He didn't want to scare you, he wanted you to feel revered and beautiful. Confident and determined. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. So he looked into your eyes, his pupils behind his glasses were so dillated it made something in you flutter.

"Tell me what makes you feel good." He whispered, lost in your gaze, before lowering his mouth to your clit.

You quickly tried to figure out what you liked, but since you had never done anything like this before, you didn’t know what you preferred and what not. Of course you touched yourself on the loneliest of nights, however that was completely different.

“I…”

But the single-worded reply was everything you were able to say, before a loud gasp left your lips as his mouth connected with the already sensitive skin of your damp folds. The mere feather-like contact of his lips and stubble against you was enough to throw you off edge. 

Your reaction caused his smirk to be more prominent. He opened his mouth wider as his hot breath tickled you – a prediction of his drool-covered tongue licking a fat stripe down your wet cunt. He started moving it up and down at a slow but teasing pace, wanting to reach and explore every little space and corner of your arousal, wanting to taste and devour all of you. 

“Mmhh…” your quivering voice creating a pleasurable melody for his ears.

The tip of his nose was buried at your clit, right under the bushy cut, pressuring against the receptive spot. Ed was relishing at the fact the touch increased the shivering of your already tensed up muscles, bringing you close to release of the tight knot in your lower stomach.

Adding his lips to the skilled movements of his tongue, he started sucking your clit and folds. Your breathless moans heightened on the frequency and volume. The man was hungrily lapping out on you as if you were a fine five course meal and he was a starved animal. And God, saying he could not get enough was a light word. 

“Ed-” you whined his name. “Uhh, oh God!” 

A groan formed deep down in his chest rambled out of his throat, vibrating at your slick pussy. His hands gripped at the flesh of your hips and thighs tighter, not letting you shift even an inch away from him. Your juices mixed with his drool tasted as if heaven itself landed in his mouth. It was like an addictive drug possessing all his senses.

“Fuck, you taste divine.” he was able to quickly mutter before getting back to eating you out until you would be a trembling mess.

Your hips started bucking and squirming, and he knew you were close. And he couldn't wait for the sweet treat in the form of your orgasm. His tongue kept torturing your throbbing cunt. The heat of the moment and your wetness made his glasses foggy, but your boss did not care. There was no way for him to stop now.

The merciless movements of his mouth continued until the tight knot in your abdomen finally untied as you reached the peak of pure bliss, with your moans following along. He slurped on everything, what came out as if it was the most delicious dessert he had ever eaten. 

"That's it... You're ready for me, baby." Edward whispered. His index and middle fingers traced a sticky line across your pussy, proudly showing just how eager you were for his fat cock. You moaned softly at the touch, more than aware of what you wanted: him.

“Oh God, Ed, please…” You begged ever so softly, guided by the hand by your need. Ed found it so exquisite he didn’t know when his hand reached for your cheek to cup it so tenderly.

“‘Please’ what, baby? Tell me.” His voice was a warm whisper that kept you at ease, a complete contrast to the fuss between your thighs. And he knew it. He reveled in the look in your eyes, in the way your folds clenched the air. Your mere presence had him addicted already, and he still hadn't been inside you. Yet…

“Please… Fuck me…” Embarrassment be damned, you thought, your body begged and cried for him. You wanted him not just inside your thoughts every day, you needed him everywhere he could fit in. 

“Say it again.” He commanded firmly but still with gentleness towards you. He just wanted to hear something so filthy come out of your innocent lips again. His thumb traced a path of adoration on your cheek. His baby blues glimmered like a beacon with the lights of the elevator.

“Please, fuck me…” Another sweet whisper for his ears’ delight. He smiled in a mixture of tenderness and desire. He would not make you wait much longer, it would be torture for the two of you.

“As you wish, babe.” His voice was slightly hoarse already. He never once stopped looking at you as he unzipped his black pants and lowered them just enough. He would have wished he could undress completely. Have your soft skin bare against him so every inch of his being could memorize the feeling of you. But your circumstances were not ideal. He still held out hope for a rescue. And if the elevator doors slid open mid-fuck for a bunch of concerned ENCOM employees to see, he would at least appreciate to still be mostly clothed.

Lucky for you, the elevator was still stuck, and Ed was free to release his hard cock from the confines of his dark blue Calvin Kleins. 

He let out a hoarse sigh, and you gasped softly. You had seen penises before (your reaction to seeing his made you feel like a sheltered Victorian girl), but you had never seen one that was this close and erect for you. 

You swallowed thickly at the sight. He was not pornographically big, but ‘small’ was not a term you would use to describe it. It was a perfectly fine cock with a pink mushroom tip that would have made you smile had you not been a little nervous. You could barely tell from the confines of his underwear, but it seemed like he was well groomed down there. He did look like he took good care of himself in general. This only made you a little self conscious as you remembered that your own little bush was on display. Not that he seemed to mind. You had to remind yourself that he had just gotten back from gladly eating you out.

With an immediate drive, Ed used the remains of your wetness on his fingers to lube himself up as much as he could, just so he could give his cock a few pumps that made his eyes close for a moment and his eyebrows furrow. He was so ready for you it could drive him insane. And you, despite the nerves, could feel the neediest parts of your mind and body luring him in.

It worked. Ed crawled towards you, his body caging you in. You thanked the architects and designers of this elevator for making it wide enough for missionary. Had it not been you would have probably had to lose your virginity against the wall. Or, if Edward wanted to be nice and considerate to you, in an awkward kneeling missionary position that, you figured, would work better on a bed. Fuck his knees, he would have done it even if it hurt. But lucky for his 30-something-year-old patellae and ligaments, this elevator had space. God bless ENCOM.

“It's ok… Relax and tell me if you ever want to stop.” He whispered. Once again, his eyes focused on yours, on your face. Studying every micro-expression in search for any hesitation, discomfort or a single trace of your previous panic. He only found understandable nervousness and also a gleam of desire that made him warmer. Gone was his usual cockiness for the time being. He was going to be the gentlest man in the world for you.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he shifted closer towards you. A sweet gasp resonated when you felt the tip of his cock poking at your slick entrance. You nodded, and your hands reached up to feel his back. He groaned in pleasure when he started to push inside you, finding his brand new addiction.

“Fuck… You're so tight.” He uttered, completely taken by the feeling of you. His thick eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lower lip in automatic. The tip easily slided in. 

You whimpered and furrowed your brow, it was hurting much less than what you had always expected, but it was still something to get used to. 

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning and panting. The veins of his cock pumping viciously, making it twitch a little. To relax you, he took your mouth in a gentle kiss, nothing too demanding to balance out the arduous work he made your small pussy do. You moaned gently into his mouth, your hands felt him up over his vest. On your own, you put more passion into the kiss, and when your cunt throbbed around him and he was able to slide a little bit more inside you, he knew you were ready.

Carefully, he thrusted in and you moaned. He moved with you, setting up a nice and easy rhythm that was just perfect for you. It all felt so slick, so hot. He was fully lost. Pride swelling up his chest at the fact that he had just popped your cherry, trying to interfere with the gentleman he was being with you. It could be so easy to let go of his sweetness. It was not every day when he had sex with somebody as innocent as you. In fact, it was the first time he was with somebody inexperienced. But no, he was going to remain gentle. There would be other occasions for the roughness.

Soon enough, the elevator filled with your moans and his low grunts, along with the sounds of your bodies colliding. He was in heaven. Your body, your voice, your lips, your tightness. You were an obsession that was going to haunt him and his dreams for evermore. 

And you, so needy and delicious, were almost incredulous to the fact that you were living out your recurring daydream scenario. All the nights you felt desire taking over you would stroke your clit and imagine your fingers belonged to your unreachable boss. Daring to dream that this man would ever do that to you. You moaned again when his actual fingers snaked between your thrusting bodies to draw sweet circles around your clit. Reminding you that this was very much real.

“That’s good. You’re doing so good.” He praised with his voice husky, and your pussy throbbed around him. He took it as a sign, going a little faster on you. With both hips and fingers.

He groaned wholeheartedly, sending electricity through you with the circles on your clit. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice, and it was driving him absolutely insane.

“God, baby. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He whispered absentmindedly, reason unavailable from his pleasure and the feeling of you. In his remaining thoughts, he saw a near future where you walked the ENCOM halls with his cum dripping down your inner thighs. But you, much more aware of the consequences since they would mostly affect you, snapped out of your own haze.

"Wait... Fill?" You asked. Your old friend Anxiety paying you a little visit once more.

"Oh… Are you on birth control?" Ed managed to formulate once he took notice that his fantasies couldn’t always coexist with reality. His labored breath seeped through each syllable. His hips never once stopped moving. A ticking time bomb.

"No..." You admitted. Worry clawing its way out of your arousal-clouded mind. But even then, your cunt had a life of its own. Throbbing all around him in an act of rebellion, drawing a moan out of you and a low groan out of Ed. You saw the pale blue of his iris roll back a little in between fluttering eyelashes before he fought back for control over himself.

"Fuck... Can't risk it... I'm pulling out, ok?" He struggled to talk as his slow thrusts faltered a little. All he needed now was your consent to pound you into the elevator floor and pull out before it was too late. God help him.

You nodded eagerly, holding onto his back and the fabric of his vest. Once he saw you, he went ruthless with you. 

“Shit… Shit!” He moaned, his pace grew desperately faster. It was a race to see what would come faster: a rescue, or him.

Your moans became mantras with Ed’s faster pace. Your toes started to curl inside your shoes and your nails wished they were sinking on his skin and not his clothes. That was the last coherent thought you had for the time being as his cock hit your sweet spot right in the middle. You howled, Ed got the hint. He managed to hold your hip with one hand to keep you there, trapped between the strong pumps and the waves of pleasure this sent through you.

“Ed!” You cried out, unable to handle this for much longer. He huffed in response, attacking your cunt with another series of deep thrusts that made you whine.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.” His word was your command, it seemed. Fact is, you didn’t need much longer to be sent over the edge. Your back arched, making your clothed breasts press against his chest, to which he moaned. The last sound you heard before your scream of pleasure. 

Your wet, throbbing, creamy pussy sent the biggest, most wanted orgasm it could have ever given you, all over your nervous system. Making you milk his cock in desperation. He didn’t last a few more seconds upon feeling that all around him.

He thrusted one last, faltering time before painfully detaching himself from your addictive cunt. Quickly, he grabbed the first thing he found: your crimson panties, and clutched them around the head of his penis, whimpering when he used them to contain his spurting cum and not make a mess out of this elevator, or worse, of you. 

You watched the scene unfold. Ed opened his mouth in what it seemed like the most pleasurable yawn of his life and shut his beautiful eyes when he came. His jaw trembled for a moment and he made an attractive sound before the last drop of semen coated your panties. He panted there for a moment, holding his covered cock until he had the stamina to wipe off his tip, half-assedly fold your panties, leave them on the elevator floor and, finally, rest himself on top of you, fully satisfied.

You struggled to catch your breath with the remainder of his weight on you. You could have stayed right there, committing the post orgasmic feeling to memory so you always carried it with you. But a flicker of the elevator lights and a sudden movement dragged you out of the little death and sat you both up. For a moment you feared the worst case scenario.

“What’s-” You didn’t even formulate your question properly when the familiar movement of an elevator going up as if nothing had happened made your already racing heart jump. 

“Oh, shit… It’s working again!…” Edward deciphered with relief, pointing towards the digital numbers on the elevator screen that counted the floor numbers. In your own relief and your gratefulness your eyes grew wide when you remembered the state you were both in.

“Shit!” You whispered, gently pushing him off of you in desperation to get proper again. He got the hint immediately and stood up with the help of the elevator wall. The hand that had been inside you took yours and he lifted you back on your feet.

It all became a blur of clothes being straightened up; thigh high socks, blouse, his zipper. When you looked around for your panties, you only saw him shamelessly shoving something crimson down his pocket and looking at you with a cocky grin.

"Can't let you go out there with filthy panties, babe." Edward explained so nonchalantly he almost convinced you. But you didn't have time to disagree and protest as the elevator stopped on the floor you had initially wanted to go to, and so, before the doors slid open, you unrolled your skirt in a swift motion and prayed that nobody would notice.

"See you." The cocky bastard picked his IPad from the floor and stepped out into the hallway, fixing his glasses before turning to look back at you. It was then, with his vision clear again, he noticed something in the upper back corner of the elevator that had been there all along, too hidden for lustful eyes that only looked into each other and never around: a security camera pointing towards the middle of the metallic floor.

As promised, here is the Ed Dillinger Jr playlist. It has a LOT of Daft Punk cause I headcanon that he's a big fan. Plus some songs I think fit him lyrically or just for the vibes.

[still-alive-mp3]

BE MORE CHILL FANDOM PLEASE SEE THIS

So a while back I had made Broadway BMC Youtooz plushie designs and Youtooz said that if enough people wanted them there was a chance they could be made

It would be super coolio if a ton of people asked Youtooz for them because I NEED Be More Chill plushies 🙏🙏

Here are the designs btw :3

[the-haunted-office]

@not-that-dillinger

Doom can't help but laugh at his theatrics, and of course her first response is to spawn in a piece of chalk and draw a chalk outline around him, giggling the entire time as she does so.

She then steps back and puts her hands on her hips. "Hmm... Something is missing. Oh! I know. This crime scene doesn't look convincing enough. I'm sorry, Ed. I'm afraid I'm going to have to shoot you, ehehehe."

With that, she spawns in a Nerf gun and takes aim... but who knows, depending on how he's landed on the floor, he might not be able to see exactly what she's doing right now until he rolls over or opens his eyes.

[the-twiggles]

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

Remember when I would draw? Yeah me neither

[starstruckxstray]

Impromptu Bed (Ed --@not-that-dillinger)

"S'cuse me." The spirit murmured, the mattress creaked against her knee pressing into it. She climbed on and crawled over, much more carefully now that she hovered over the man. Kerosene eyed his face, ready to pull back the instant he showed discomfort. She never wanted to cross any lines, especially with the mortal she felt she was supposed to protect.

She settled on top of him, chin atop of crossed arms to see his expression. Kerosene wanted to assure Ed felt comfortable with this before closing her eyes.

[golden-geeks-art]

ITS FROM JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAN