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i am slowly working up the motivation to write an essay about june/john and my feelings on them.
#homestuck#aghhhh#i will#eventually#because i have lots of thoughts#I almost wanna reread first#But maybe ill do my lil essay before#ReRead it#and see how my thoughts change
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snippet of a wlw samdean fic i donât think iâm ever going to finish
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samâs head turns and then she looks down at where sheâs seated, her nose scrunching up like sheâs thinking about complaining about the filthiness of the environment (even though theyâve fucked in places filthier than this by a landslide) but deanna shuts her up with a kiss, devouring her whole, trying to cram all of that love and devotion she holds for her down her throat with her tongue. deanna places her hands on either side of sam, pulling back to stare into her eyes and admire her features. itâs not often sam letâs her openly ogle like this and get away with it, so deanna treasures each gas station memory, bottling them all up for when theyâre eventually back on the road and sam gets cagey again, doesnât wanna be touched for more than a few seconds max, something that will either range from two weeks to two months.
sam stares back at her and it makes dean feel vulnerable in a way nobody else ever has, flayed wide open until sheâs paper thin and see through, pinned under the scrutiny of her sisterâs watchful gaze. sam sees it all; all the filthy, griddy shit she keeps buried deep inside, usually hidden under lock and key but sam knows. has known how to jimmy a lock since she was eleven, and the worst part is she doesnât even need to pick this one, it just opens right up real easy for her every damn time. deanâs never been so easy for anybody else, so damned predictable and pliant, and it kind of scares her, but she thinks it should also scare her a lot more than it already does, the kind of flippant power sam holds over her with a bat of her eyelashes and a well placed please.
her sister holds a lock and key to all of her secrets, but sheâs not so sure she holds the key to all of samâs, not anymore. thereâs a hardness there where there wasnât before, prepubescent starry eyed sweetness melting away into an impenetrable fortress of bitchitude that requires some secret, matrix level passcode dean doesnât have anymore just to have a fraction of a decent conversation.
samâs getting harder and harder to decipher these days, and deanâs not stupid, sheâs noticed something brewing for a while; fights with dad have been at an all time high, not to mention samâs been so on edge lately that dean can barely say hello most mornings without getting hissed atâ and she knows sam doesnât mean it, can see that awful look of regret in her eyes afterwards once theyâve stopped yelling over each other, but neither one of them knows how to stop and ask, dean least of all. so, in situations like these, itâs either fight or fuck, and at this point the fighting is almost like foreplay.
they havenât fought this time though, just gentle hands and hushed laughter, and that almost hurts more than the bruise sam left on her cheek a few days ago from a sparring match that quickly turned heated.
deanâs brought back to the present by sam cupping her cheek, the look on her face reverent and open, like dean is the most fascinating thing in the world to her as she drags her thumb slowly across her cheek, pressing down ever so slightly once she reaches the purpled mark, the dull ache throbbing intensely under the pressure. itâs a harsh reminder that the serenity theyâve found here in this little rest stop canât last forever, eventually that feeling will fade too, just like the bruise and the pleasure pull pain of itâ nothing stays forever.
((nothing will ever compare, not to this, not to sam.))
dean thinks, maybe that thought holds more weight now more than ever, the feeling of her little sister growing more and more distant, slipping out of her fingers like sand through an hourglassâthe fear that one day sheâll wake up and sam wonât be right there next to herâ thoughts like those send a spike of gut wrenching anxiety through her chest, tightening around her throat like barbed wire until she has to take two deep breaths just to breathe. she knows sam sees it but doesnât say anything, hand resting soothingly against her cheek while she waits for dean to regain her footing. once she comes back to herself deanâs grip around samâs waist tightens unconsciously, hard enough to hurt, and she huffs, a ghost of a laugh before she bats samâs hand away from her cheek.
samâs still just silently staring at her, eyes all narrowed the way they get when sheâs thinking real hard, so to break the tension dean says, âthat hurt, you dick.â but it doesnât come out quite right like she meant it to, bravado lost and replaced with the impending dread of heartache. from where, dean doesnât know, but sheâs had feelings like this before. she knows that whatever it is, itâs inevitable, an unpreventable force, and she hates it. itâs kind of like how dogs can sense when a storm is silently brewing just by the subtle changes in the airâ itâs this horrible, uneasy feeling that weighs on her chest and clogs up her throat, because she knows the storm is going to hit eventually cause the clouds have been kind of gray lately, but she just doesnât know when or where or how the other shoe is gonna drop and itâs fucking awful. so, so fucking awful not knowing.
sam sighs and finally says, âhow many stds do you think weâre gonna get, excluding the ones you already have, if we take our clothes off in here?â
dean snorts, thankful for the derailment, and says, âfirst of all, fuck you, and second of all, how about we find out?â she waggles her eyebrows, fingers prying gently at the corners of samâs shirt, no protest made as the teasing caress of her hands explore the expanse of her sisterâs beautiful skin, groping and squeezing, but before long tender featherlight touches turn rough, dirt encrusted fingernails digging crescent shaped imprints in to the soft sides of her baby. a carnal need for more gradually surges up from deep within; the intimacy and vulnerability of it all makes dean feel violent, crazed, an urgent need to bite, to claimâshe inevitably caves, sliding Sam's shirt up and off of her, tossed haphazardly somewhere behind them on the dirty bathroom floor. sam grumbles slightly, but it doesnât really matter, they have to stop by the laundromat later anyways. skin exposed, dean bites into the expanse between neck and shoulder, body draped over samâs as she sucks deep purple welts into her flesh, bites so deeply it stings; she laps up samâs sweat, the salty taste of her like holy water as she leaves the grooves of her teeth imprinted there, where she belongs. she wishes she could draw blood, sometimes. she wonders if sam would ever let her, if sheâd even care.
#i really like this one like it has potential#unfortunately i have. lost my ability to write like i genuinely cannot find it#like even reading this it just feels like thereâs smth lacking#i donât know how to get that raw feeling back that was present in my old writing#thereâs a boyking!sam fic in the works too but i honestly donât think iâll ever finish it either#but like they both have so much potential itâs kind of disheartening#i wish the spark would strike again and iâd be able to like. write and actually like it once i#reread it#maybe one day :P#masons ramblings#my fic#femchesters
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It's always the glue.
Anyways, fucking peak! You cooked, baked, roasted, fried, stewed, deep-fried, refrigerated, froze, thawed, minced, mashed, diced, sliced, pied, smoothied, ice-creamed, cheesed, milked, pasteurized, processed, dried, humidified, slapped, cracked, spread butter, jellied, peanut buttered, preservativesed, egged, ketchuped, mustarded, ranched, mayoed, brewed, sauced, sauteded, and glued this post straight up!
variations on "feel old yet" meme:
lying (overshooting): feel old yet? the first episode of spongebob aired 36 years ago
lying (undershooting): feel old yet? the first episode of spongebob aired 7 years ago
lying by a ridiculous amount (overshooting): feel old yet? the first episode of spongebob aired 900 years ago
lying by a ridiculous amount (undershooting): feel old yet? the first episode of spongebob aired 15 minutes ago
real date of event no one reading was alive for: feel old yet? the great san francisco earthquake happened 118 years ago
real date of event no one reading was alive for or cares about: feel old yet? prince frederick henry died 395 years ago
event no one reading was alive for and also lying: feel old yet? the great san francisco earthquake happened 4 years ago
event that did not happen: feel old yet? brian mulroney was assassinated 48 years ago
event that did not happen and even if it did this would be a lie: feel old yet? brian mulroney was assassinated 197 years ago
real date of event on a cosmological scale: feel old yet? the sun was formed 4,600,000,000 years ago
lying on a cosmological scale (undershooting): feel old yet? the sun was formed 12 years ago
lying on a cosmological scale (overshooting): feel old yet? the first episode of spongebob aired 12,000,000,000 years ago
real date of a personal anecdote that only you know or card about: feel old yet? i made a really good stir fry 5 years ago
reversal: feel young yet? frozen 3 is coming out in 3 years
reversal on a cosmological scale: feel young yet? the sun will collapse in 8,000,000,000 years
reversal (lying about event): feel young yet? the first episode of spongebob will air in 3 years
reversal (lying about time, overshooting): feel young yet? frozen 3 is coming out in 8,000,000,000 years
reversal (lying about time, undershooting): feel young yet? the sun will collapse in 3 years
reversal (lying about time, really undershooting): feel young yet? the sun will collapse in 12 minutes
real date of a recurring event that wasn't very long ago: feel old yet? halloween was 13 days ago
lying about recurring event: feel old yet? halloween was 10,000 years ago
reversal of recurring event: feel young yet? thursday is tomorrow
reversal of personal anecdote: feel young yet? my laundry is done in 52 minutes
real(?) date of a nonspecific event: feel old yet? something happened 2 years ago
lying about the reader (undershooting): feel old yet? you were born 5 years ago
lying about the reader (overshooting): feel old yet? you were born 650 years ago
making a reasonable guess about the reader: feel old yet? you were born 22 years ago
technically telling the truth about the reader: feel old yet? you were born between 0 and 120 years ago
threatening the reader: feel young yet? you will die in 7 days
non sequitur: feel old yet? half of all chameleon species on earth live in madagascar
non sequitur (lying): feel old yet? chameleons are immune to fire
lying on several levels: feel old yet? chameleons were invented 36 years ago
self-reference: feel old yet? i started writing this post 40 minutes ago
giving up: feel old yyet?th e emmenkr,tn dbw a 8 gn m hk\
i can't finish the joke someone else come up with a punchline: feel old yet?
declarative statement: you feel old.
subversive declarative statement: time isn't even real.
reference another meme: feel old yet? yeah. this is the beach that makes you old.
reference another meme specifically about injecting non sequiturs into long posts: feel old yet? the glue that lets you walk up and down anything was invented 36 years ago
#It was fun thinking of the food words#Anyways#Amazing post#Would forget about it#Reread it#And then get my original memories back#For twice the joy
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Fun Story to Share.
I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.
Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.
Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).
Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethyâs comment.
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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.
#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#comment comment comment#always#and then comment again when you reread again#love all you creatives#youâre the best
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
#was rereading the hunger games series when this thought hit me like a truck#it beautiful#its haunting#its heartbreaking#its melancholic#quotes#dark academia#books and reading#books & libraries#books#young adult#ya books#young adult books#movies#coming of age#the hunger games#the divergent series#the maze runner#the fault in our stars#musings#midnight musings#thoughts#mine
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Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.
#chrambles#not a lily orchard video (i have never watched one in my life im sorry for whoever did)#being a homestuck fan alone is hell. people make shit up and call it canon unironically its painful#can be of any form of analysis btw your responses are so insightful (and also funny)#if you mention dirkjohn in the tags then youre the one who needs to reread the canon material again lol
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I feel like Iâve been shot. How dare you pull my heart out, stomp on it, then shove it back in. 11/10 owns me mind body and soul.
Caught Me Slippin' | escort!eddie au
(a/n) yes, this fic is based on the Kiss Quotient, and, therefore also Pretty Woman. Thanks to everyone who voted on the poll for me to work on this fic. I had a lot of fun with it! So, even though its a bit all over the place, haha, I hope you still like it.
If you want to see more of this fic, please send an ask and we can chat about it but Do Not Ask For Part 2. This is a One Shot.
Summary: [modern!au] feeling insecure about your skills in bed, you decide to find someone who could help you learn. Except, when the guy actually shows up, a mistake seems to have occurred. Fortunately, you're both quite adaptable (or, at least, you try to be), and the night quickly takes off into unexpected territories.

Word count: 13.2k
Warnings: SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. dual POV. rich!female!reader. shorter than Eddie. self-consciousness. slight miscommunication - quickly resolved. swearing. drinking. awkwardness. [mention of infidelity, side characters]. non-monogamous relationship. smut. male sex work (obviously). slight dom! Eddie. inexperienced!reader. mentions of bdsm- bondage, sadomasochism. nipple piercings. nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving). light pussy slapping. Eddie has an innocence kink. I'm probably not representing sex work 100% accurately, but this is [fan]fiction. You should always take it with a grain of salt. + apparently, kind of angsty, idk i guess I'm dead inside.
if you think I'm missing any warnings, please let me know, and I'll add them. if you do not like the sound of any of these- then this is not for you. do not read.

All the errors left unlearned, oh
But I am the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy in the world
- David Bowie, The Loneliest Guy
What the hell were you doing?Â
Sitting at a bar, which was mistake number two. One of many, for that matter. The third was ordering a drink you knew you wouldnât drink but had picked when panic swooped over you as the bartender walked up. The red liquid looked quite pretty, but you could smell the alcohol the second the girl put the glass in front of you. An attempt at a sip was made, and you brought it to your lips, but the bitterness overwhelmed you.Â
There was one thing you had gotten right, and that was at least picking a bar that wasnât crowded. The music played at just the right volume, and people kept to themselves, to their booths and their tables. You tried to let your mind wander off, not to overthinkâ that would only cause more anxietyâ but it always went back to what the people around you were talking about. You never meant to be nosy, and you never butted in⌠but it was entertaining what random strangers had to say to each other.
â Youâre shitting me.Â
â No, Iâm serious. Sarah told me herself. She walked in, and there he was, fucking their pool boy.Â
The table behind you erupted in a chorus of gasps.Â
â Poor Sarah, though.Â
â Yeah, well, she had been sleeping with her yoga instructor.Â
How were people so comfortable talking about such things in public? Where everyone could listen in? You almost felt bad for this Sarah that her complicated marriage was being shared with the entirety of this small bar, surely then retold all across the city.
You glanced around you, side to side. The bar counter was quite long, with enough space for eight barstools to stand next to each other. Besides yours, four more were occupied. Having opted for the last chair, you were worried about someone sitting on one of your neighbouring chairs, but luck had been in your favour.
That is, until he showed up.Â
Your first, and probably, the biggest mistake that you made that night.
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From the second that Eddie sat down beside her, he could tell something was wrong. He always could with such things. As well as assume what might have been the cause of the problem.Â
Her eyes widened, nearly doubled in size, as he sat down next to her. He couldnât have made a mistake; she had sent what she would look like and be wearing, and the description was accurate. She should have known what Eddie would look like as well; thatâs basically what the whole selection was based on, look, and yet⌠the way she stared at him⌠he had the urge to wave his hand in front of her to make sure she wasnât going into shock.Â
âHey,â instead, he opted for a kind smile as he leaned against the bar, asking for a quick confirmation of her name, and took a moment to take her in properly while she defrosted and returned to reality. She was cute, to his surprise, definitely not the type he would usually be coming across these nights. Pretty and young, but mostly, shy. The bar was definitely not in her comfort zone, and he had picked up on that the second he noticed het sitting there, back stiff in nerves, drink untouched except for the little straw she stirred around in circles mindlessly. At first, he thought, maybe itâs all an act. The shy and naive girl next door, he was into it, but no. Now he knew better; she was terrified.Â
A few seconds later, when his eyes moved back up to her face, she spoke her first words.Â
âWho are you?â
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There had been a mistake. There must have been. Whoever the guy sitting next to you was, he was not the guy you had paid for.Â
Jesus that sounded so stupid. How could you have been so dumb thinking it was a good idea to hire a guy for the night. As if that would make you feel better, make all your problems disappear.Â
The man blinked in confusion. Your reaction had clearly been a surprise. As he stumbled over his words, you took him in quickly.Â
Long brown hair fell over his shoulders in messy waves. He had layered up, but not for practicality. You couldnât see how the leather jacket or the denim vest over a thin t-shirt would help him against the evening cold, not to mention his ribbed jeans. Overall he looked like he had been directly cut out of an 80s rock magazine. Sure, some women must be into that kind of look; you couldnât even deny he was pretty attractive, but it was not what you had wanted. Not for now. You needed something simple. Comfortable. Easy.
Those large rings and metal chains were most definitely not comfortable. Or simple. Or easy.Â
Oh god.Â
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âIâm Eddie,â he stated, hoping it would clear something up, but her confused stare didnât falter. âDidnât you bookâŚâ Eddie knew all the people around him were poking their noses into everyoneâs business, so he tried to pick his words wisely, â... the appointment?â Fuck, did he walk up to the wrong girl? He knew it would have been too good to be true to get an actual girl his age. People always lied on these forms. He was ready to apologise and walk away, but she answered.Â
âI did.â Her eyes wavered again over him. âBut not you. There must have been some kind of mistake, IââÂ
âIs everything good here?â The bartender walked up, towel across her shoulder, her piercing blue eyes digging right through Eddie. Her question had been directed at the girl, and she nodded quickly.Â
âAll good, just a little misunderstanding.âÂ
âAlright then,â The bartender sent Eddie another suspicious look before heading to the other side of the counter to take another order. This was fucking fantastic. Yeah, just great.Â
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âOk, so who did you think you were meeting?â Eddie asked when the woman behind the bar walked away, slightly backing away from you, letting his shoulders fall.
You tried to remember the name of the guy who caught your attention last evening. Would the name mean anything to Eddie? You didnât expect all these guys to hang around together...
âShit, yeah, ok, that makes sense.â You could see all the puzzle pieces coming together behind his eyes. âHeâs out on a date tonight as well. They must have sent us each otherâs⌠wait,â he quickly grabbed his phone.Â
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Eddie searched through his emails. It didnât take long to ignore the few spam messages he had gotten since this morning. And there it was. The booking confirmation he had received. Having gotten them so often, he had read it on autopilot, not even realising that his own name was missing. All he had needed, he thought, was his clientâs information. But there it was, literally the first two words of the email: Dear SteveâŚÂ
Oh, the office would have a field day with this.Â
But some of him also could not wait to ask Steve how his date went.Â
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âYeah, they fucked it up,â after a few seconds, Eddie had turned his phone around to show you an email. Even though you only needed the first two words to understand the mistake that occurred, you took the time to read as much of it as possible to make sure it was real. From what you could tell, it seemed legit. Just what business operated solemnly through emails⌠and apparently, not even automated ones.Â
âIâm really sorry for the inconvenience,â Eddie apologised as he pulled his phone back and placed it into his pocket. âI can call the office and get you a refund. I promise you that this is usually nothing of the standard we usually operate at.â You appreciated his professionalism. Despite never thinking you were that judgemental, perhaps you had actually judged him a bit too harshly at first glance. And he was quite attractiveâŚÂ
âNo, wait,â you stopped him before he could dial the number of his boss, or whoever was in charge. âUhm⌠did your⌠friend⌠send you something? About his date?â Steve was now, of course, also on the wrong job. Eddie looked up at you for a second, before glancing down again at his phone to check his notifications.Â
âNo, havenât heard anything from him. I guess the other person didnât seem to care which one of us they got.â he chuckled, which surprised you. Did other people not care about who they slept with? You get to pick a person for a reason, donât you?Â
âI donât need a refund.â You stated after a short moment. Eddie glanced up once more.
âAre you sure? Itâs a lot of moneyââÂ
âNo, I mean, I would like to continue the night⌠with you.â This was, for sure, getting out of your comfort zone, right? Being adventurous, getting a life, all that shit your friends nagged you about for years. Eddie smiled with the corner of his mouth.Â
âAlright then, would you like to get out of here?âÂ
âYes, please,â you let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the volume in the space picked up quite a lot as more people entered, drowning out your conversation, but it was getting a bit too much for you. âJust⌠one minute.â you stood up, heading to the bathroom, but Eddie called your attention for one more second.Â
âYou forgot your purse.â he looked down at the ground where your bag was lying. You gave him an awkward smile and picked it up before making your way to the back of the bar.
Closing the stall door behind you, you wished for some decent internet; thankfully, it wasnât the worst. You didnât bother trying to be quick about it. There was no doubt in your mind that he knew you were looking him up online. With shaking hands, you typed in the name of the agency where you had found Steve. They had a list of all their âmodelsâ, as they nicely labelled them, and you scrolled through them. There was the guy you had planned on spending the night with. You had picked him because he looked sweet, and hot, obviously, but with enough cockiness thrown in the mix to tell you he knew what he was doing. And the little sales pitch the website had written up for him to sell the fantasy worked well. You didnât bother rereading it now, but it was something to do with âthe sweet jock that knows how to take care of his girlâ. It was extremely cheesy, you were more than aware of that, but cheesy was good. It was safe.Â
Your friends would have probably laughed at you.Â
They probably would have picked out a guy like Eddie.Â
Speaking of the guy waiting for you at the bar, you found his profile. First thing first, the picture. That was definitely him; you recognised the unruly dark hair and brown eyes. He had several photos posted in his profile, like most of the men on the website, and they were of semi-professional quality: self-taken, but with a very nice camera and lighting. He had put effort into his presentation. First, there was the portrait, showing his handsome face, shirtless but cropped to the shoulder, revealing enough of the silver chain around his neck but not showing what was actually hanging off it.Â
The following picture was a full-body pose, with clothes on that were not significantly different from the ones he was wearing now. No denim vest, but a different leather jacket on top of a black shirt. Dark denim jeans with a belt, buckled by what looked like to be steel handcuffs⌠had he been wearing that tonight as well?Â
Your throat tightened up as you swiped to the next post, which was, of course, the obligatory nude. All the âmodelsâ had to have them, since that was basically what people paid for. If it wasnât for the fact that the site saw itself as one of the âclassierâ agencies out there, the naked pictures would have been the only ones available. You, for one, appreciated the variety.Â
Eddie was posed on a bed, on his knees. With one hand in his hair, and the other over his thigh, he didnât leave anything to the imagination. Despite not even looking at the camera, the smug smile on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing. He got you looking, and he knew you liked it. Yet, what you couldnât stop looking at were the tattoos that covered his pale skin. Dozens of them, at least, varying in size and style, covering most of his arms, upper legs, ribsâŚ
You scrolled on, remembering he was still waiting for you outside, but the next picture didnât make anything better.Â
It had been a session shot. You had stumbled across similar ones on your initial look at the website. The men posing out the act of some kind of intercourse. Different positions, different actions, whatever described their style in the profession. For Eddie, that included the shot of a naked woman in bed, the same bed in which he had taken the previous picture. Her limbs were spread apart, tied to the bed corners. Her eyes were covered with a black and white bandana, and the rest of the features tightened in bliss as Eddie was positioned between her legs. His mouth was right at her core. If that wasnât enough, he had put some props up on display next to the woman; some extra handcuffs, a vibrator and what you assumed to be a flogger.Â
What the hell were you getting yourself into?
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She returned after a few minutes, and Eddie could immediately tell his assumption was right. The poor thing couldnât look him in the face. She sat back down on the barstool, holding onto her purse, lip between her teeth and eyes on anything but him. Yeah, she had looked him up.Â
In all honesty, he thought it was a good thing. He didnât care for people who didnât do their research into things. Saying that, as quite a spontaneous person, you couldnât jump into things head first all the time. Sometimes, it was important to test the waters. Make sure there were no sharks swimming around.
âI paid for your drink,â Eddie remembered. She looked at him, stunned.Â
âOh, you really didnât have to.â Did she seem apologetic?Â
âPlease, its the least I can do, for, you know, being the wrong guy and all.â He smiled, hoping she would return the favour. The corner of her mouth curved up the smallest amount, still quite unsure of the situation.Â
âReally, Iââ she was ready to get her wallet, most likely pay him back, but Eddie stopped her by placing his hand over hers. That made her freeze, look back up at him. Eddie felt two pairs of eyes on him. Hers, and the bartender behind him, most definitely reassessing the whole situation. Everything about this evening was going to shit. He could probably wave his perfect 5-star rating goodbye, it wouldnât be the end of the world, but he for sure as hell was not going to get put on any registers tonight. However, trying to seduce a stranger into bed with him when he is so clearly not the type for this girl⌠why was he even trying so hard?
He didnât like using the term âvanillaâ, it got too much of a bad rep, but that is what she seemed to be. Her clothes werenât flashy, not even considering for âoutgoingâ. She wasnât the type to go out and hook up, let alone get an escort. He wasnât surprised she had decided to go for a guy like Steve. But Steve wasnât here; Eddie was. He now had the job of taking care of this girl in any way she wanted him to.
âOk, shall we?â She took a deep breath as she got up.Â
âAre youââ maybe they should talk about this? He didnât want her to do anything she wasnât comfortable with.Â
âCâmon,â next thing he knew, she grabbed Eddie by the wrist and whisked him off the barstool, dragging him along outside. It was early in the year, but late in the evening. The air was crispy, and the wind blew harshly. Eddie had definitely not dressed warm enough for the night, but that would have been an understatement for her. She would freeze in a few minutes.Â
âI got a room in the hotel just across the corner,â she spoke, rather determined. Some people might have mistaken it for confidence, but Eddie saw the other signs. Her clenched jaw, her consistent avoidance of eye contact⌠she was putting on a brave face. And thatâs how people get into situations they donât want to be in.Â
If it had been warmer, he would have stopped them on the street, but he had to get her out of the cold, so he let the girl drag him across the sidewalk to the hotel's entrance. It was big. The warm lighting reflecting off of all the decor, giving it a golden glow.Â
She did not stop walking until they reached the elevator. She clicked the button, and the arrow above the doors pointed down. The numbers slowly descended from 14.Â
âI know you looked me up.â Eddie started, having no idea how to introduce the topic fluently.Â
âOk.â She was biting her lip nervously.Â
âSo I know you know what my usual gig is.â They both watched the numbers go down. 7⌠6âŚÂ
âSo weâre on the same page.â She glanced up at him; he could see it in the reflection of the metal doors.Â
âI donât think we are.â The elevator pinged open as Eddie said so. They walked inside.Â
âWhat do you mean?â She finally looked him in the eye, only momentarily, but he saw that some of her fear slowly faded as she pressed the button to her floor. 15.Â
âThat, yes, I usually am pretty rough with my clients,â he couldnât hide the smile on his face, but could anyone blame him? He enjoyed his work. âBut thatâs because they want me to be rough.â He looked at her intensely. Not to intimidate her, but to show her the seriousness of his words. âI donât do anything that you donât want me to do. You paid for an evening with⌠well, not me, but itâs all the same. If you get your moneyâs worth from a good pounding, Iâm more than happy to oblige. From cuddling and watching a movie? All fine by me.âÂ
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Itâs all the same.Â
But it wasnât, was it? They werenât all the same.Â
âWhat about you?â you asked just as the elevator opened on your floor. Eddie let you walk through first. Now, you couldnât look away from him, letting your head almost spin around a whole 360 to get your glance at him.Â
âWhat about me?â He had his hands in his pockets. Suddenly there didnât seem to be anything scary about him. His hair was soft. His jacket, while not exactly winter-weather proof, looked cozy. The patches on his vest were hand sawn. With an image of him sitting at home, sewing them on, one by one, you got a sudden urge to ask about them, but who did that? Surely, in your situation, questions like that were out of bounds.Â
âWhat do you like?âÂ
âThat doesnât matter,â he chuckled, which confused you.Â
âDoesnât it? I might not be the most knowledgeable about the whole sex thing, but⌠shouldnât both people involved be getting off? Doesnât that make it better?â You had reached your door. Weirdly, from having focused on the conversation as you walked, you didnât feel any nerves unlocking the door. The room was dark, and you switched the light on. The nerves still didnât bubble up. You could do it.
âI suppose soâ wait, youâre not a virgin, are you?âÂ
You shook your head no.Â
âOk. not that there is anything wrong with that. Everyoneâs living life at their own pace, I just donât feel comfortable with that kind of responsibility. No oneâs first time should be withâŚ.âÂ
âA professional?â you raised your eyebrow, suggesting a possibly more classy term for what he wanted to say.Â
âNice.â He smiled, and made his way over to the bed. You watched him get comfortable on the edge as you took off your light jacket. Your arms were freezing from the cold air outside, but the hotel room was cosy. Not to mention, the nerves were heating you up once more by the second. This was it. Eddie spread his legs wide, almost calling for your eyes to look at his thighs and how they stretched the material of the jeans.Â
When your eyes moved back up to his face, you were terrified to see that he was staring right back at you, devouring you with his gaze. He definitely saw you checking him out. But it was becoming harder to concentrate when you looked at how his large hand grazed over the faint stubble on his face.Â
âCâmere,â he said with a nod, and thoughtlessly, you followed his order. Eddie took you by both hands once you were close enough and placed them on his shoulders, then let his hands settle on your waist. His eyes found yours for a quick check. When you gave him the green light with a smile, he immediately mirrored it and asked: âwhat were your plans for this magical evening?â He briefly tightened his grip on you and kept moving his hands up and down lightly as you tried to respond. As if that wasnât hard enough with his eyes staring deep into you.Â
âNo, uhm, nothing special.â You didnât need special. Special meany complicated, and you just needed someone to help you out with the basics.Â
âMaking it special is kind of my one job, you know,â he pulled you in for a hug so that his face was only a few inches away from your stomach. His arms now enveloped your frame, hands comfortably positioned over your ass. A complete stranger was hiking up the hem of your shirt, touching your bare skin underneath it. âSo, what is it that you want?â When he pulled up enough of your shirt to actually reveal the skin underneath, he placed a soft kiss on your side. That feeling alone felt electric. He kept on leaving fluttering kisses over your middle. It was a strange sensation as well as a pleasing one. So simple, and yet it had a great effect that you couldnât quite explain.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to concentrate on Eddieâs question as his kisses continued. What did you want from this night? But should you tell him the complete truth? Wasnât there some way to avoid the embarrassing details? Then again⌠how could he ever help you with your needs if he didnât know what they were?
âI wantâŚâ you gasped lightly when his teeth grazed your skin. For some reason, that pushed you over the edge to just put everything you worried about out there. You were already here, in this hotel room, with him. Fuck it.Â
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âI want you to help me be good at sex.âÂ
Eddie didnât mean to stop. He saw in her reaction that that had been the wrong thing to do. She must have seen his widened eyes and taken it for judgement, while really, it had just been a small surprise. He wasnât exactly used to people asking him to teach them how to have sex.Â
âSorry, uhm, nevermind. Just ignore me.â She scratched at her neck while looking away. That wonât do. Eddie had to fix this before they would do anything else.Â
âNo, wait. Letâs⌠letâs talk this through for a moment.â He led her by the hand and let her sit on the bed next to him. âGet comfortable. Is there anything in the minibar?â he noticed the small fridge in the closet across the room and hoped she would understand his question to ask permission to use the service provided in the room.Â
âGo ahead, take anything you want.âÂ
âLiving large, are we?â He cocked his brow before making his way over to the minibar. The selection of drinks was quite understated for a place like they were in. two cheap beers, a small bottle of champagne and two sodas. From what he had gathered at the bar, she didnât seem to be a big drinker, so he grabbed a beer and a soda can. âHere.â
âOh, thanks.â She didnât look up at him as she took the can from him. Fuck, what was she embarrassed for? He doubted she would speak up in the conversation by herself, so just started out with a question. âWhy do you think you need help with sex?â She said she wasnât a virgin, so sheâs had experience. With a glance at her hands, he saw no ring or sign of regular wear of one. That, of course, didnât exclude the option of a boyfriend or a partner. Maybe even a guy she just wanted to impress. The possibilities were endless, and for some strange reason, at the thought of her having sex with someone else, a strange feeling started gnawing at Eddieâs guts.Â
âBecause Iâve had sex a few times and so far itâs been awful.â She sighed. âBut I know that, to get better at it, I would have to go and endure endless dates to find a guy who would want to sleep with me, but then what if I do meet a great guy but just put him off because Iâm shit in the sack?â
âDonât you believe that, if you did really find the right guy, he would help you? Or not even mind your alleged lack of skills âin the sackâ?â Eddie asked, taking a sip of beer. She just looked at him with a look that told him everything. Right. Men are egoistic scum. She had a point.
âSorry, you must think Iâm insane.â She tapped on the top of the can. The metal ticking sounded hollow in the quiet room.Â
âI really donât.â If it wasnât for the fact that he had a moral spine, he would have happily told her about some of his other clients.Â
âYeah, but Iâm just wasting your time talking your ears off with absolute nonsense,â she tried to laugh at it, lessen the tension.Â
Eddie leaned over the bed on his elbow. âDonât you know that escorts are the new therapists?âÂ
âWasnât that bartenders?â
âI brought you your drink, didnât I? Call it a 2-for-1 combo deal.â He put his beer in the air for a toast and took another sip. âAnd I was serious earlier. You already paid for the whole night, so Iâm all yours, sweetheartâ He hoped that didnât sound dismissive. The last thing he wanted to do (again) was to upset or offend this girl, who genuinely looked and seemed amazing. The idea of her not being able to find someone for herself, having to go down the process of finding someone like him to make her feel goodâŚÂ
âAre all the guys at your agency this nice?â she looked up from the lip of her can, bringing his mind back into the room.
âNo, Steve is a giant dick,â Eddie laughed.
âRight, while you have one,â she teased.
âHa. Funny.â He pointed at her in appreciation before taking a sip of the beer. âBut I suppose youâre not wrong.â She had seen his pictures; she knew what he had in stock. He wondered what she thought of itâ sure, she might not have been ready for his regular repertoire, but that didnât mean âneverâ. But what he wanted to know the most, which felt like the biggest surprise, was what did she think of him? For the first time since he started this gig, he wondered what she thought of his appearance. Did she like his tattoos? Was his hair too long, maybe? Were his clothes too shabby? Perhaps it was because she had not actually picked him. She had chosen Steve.
Oh, Stevie. They couldnât be more different.Â
âAre you sure youâre ok with me⌠being here?â
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âI am.â You didnât know what else to reply to that question. Of course, the night was not going anything like you had expected. Until two hours ago, you were planning to have some alright sex with, what you could describe as a âregular hot guyâ. Instead, you were on the bed, fully clothed, drinking a coke next to a Metallica reject. Was it too late to still do any of the things you had initially paid for, or was the mood entirely ruined? Did people recover from going into highly personal and dramatic tangents in front of the escort they had hired?Â
âOk, cool. Just⌠making sure. Fair warning, I might do that a few more times through the night.â The idea of still having an entire night to spend with Eddie made you really happy. Even if you didnât know what to do with him in this small room. With a large king-sized bed in the middle, and not much else but the essential hotel decor, the room was perfect for exactly the reason you had booked it and not much else.
Just as you thought it was getting a bit too quiet between the two of you and had wanted to speak up with a question, Eddie opened his mouth to say something as well. So you also simultaneously apologised and let the other person say their piece.Â
âNo, go ahead,â you nudged him. Whatever he had to say would probably lead the conversation better.
âI was just wondering, when you said âhelp be good with sexâ, which aspect are we talking about here? Just regular? Oral? Foreplay? Like, what are we talking about here?â
âUhm, pretty much everything.â You winced at yourself. So far, all your attempts at intercourse had been not great. It always felt awkward and uncomfortable. The guys would get what they were there for and didnât feel the need to wait around for more. And if it kept on happening, then the math was simple, wasnât it? Just look at what the overlapping factor was in all the situations. It was eventually your friends one night, after a few bottles of wine, who suggested the idea of just hiring a guy to teach you what to do. It would be so much easier. No feelings, and they know what they are doing. Foolproof plan.Â
And somehow, you still managed to make things complicated and weird.Â
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âNow see, I donât believe that,â Eddie smiled. There was no way she didnât know how to do anything. Especially since most of it was just pure instinct. There is a reason why people call it âmessing aroundâ, and itâs not because of any guide or formula that one should be working off of to get it right.Â
âWell, then you should ask the other guys.â Again with that little smile, trying to undermine her own feelings.Â
âNo, fuck them. I bet they didnât even make you cum.â He accused. Her lack of response was enough of an answer. Eddie could bet his entire wage that she thought it was her fault they didnât get her to climax and that⌠that actually pissed him off. How often had he had his clients tell him how their husbands, the men supposed to take care of them, never bothered to fulfil their one simple and honestly fucking delicious duty? A thought sparked in his mind, and he couldnât keep back the grin that sprouted up with it.Â
âWhat?â she asked at the sight of his smile.Â
âHave you ever?â
âEver what?â
âHad a climax?âÂ
âOh,â the way she got shy talking about it, to Eddieâs embarrassment, turned him on. The best thing was they didnât even have to play pretend. âI mean, I think?â
âYou think?â He raised an eyebrow.Â
âYeah, sorry,â she cleared her throat, âUhm⌠Iâll just be right back.â And having said that, she ran to the bathroom.Â
As she closed the door, Eddie pondered on the idea of undressing. It would speed things up, possibly breaking the icy wall that closed her off. With one naked person in the room, it was hard to think about much else, which meant less to worry about. But he didnât think she would actually appreciate it. No, she needed to take it slow. And he would happily guide her through it all.Â
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You splashed some cold water in your face. There had been no reason for you to run out of the room like that except for being a total chicken. The way Eddie was so open and comfortable, talking about all of that⌠brought out a new fear in you. One you didnât know you had. One you couldnât even identify. You just knew you had to get out from under his gaze. Those big brown honey-glazed eyes.Â
Why the hell did you leave the room? He was sitting so close to you. Your legs were nearly touching. He still sat with his legs spread, basically inviting you to get between them. And what do you do? Run away.Â
You splashed some more water onto your face.Â
There wasnât much makeup on your face to begin the night, and whatever you had left of your mascara and blush was wiped off with the towel you grabbed. One more look in the mirror to ensure no grey ink streaks down your cheeks, and you were ready to get out again.Â
Just one big breath in. and out.Â
The bathroom door handle moved silently, and you pulled the door open to be met with Eddieâs chest. He was standing right in front of you.Â
âOh, hi.âÂ
âHey, just wanted to make sure you were ok in there.â He knocked on the door frame in a delayed manner for extra effect. Knock knock. You noticed he had taken off his vest and jacket. Just in his t-shirt now. The sleeves ended right at his biceps, revealing the sleeves of tattoos he hid underneath all those removed layers.Â
âSo are you alright?â he asked when you didnât respond to what he had said earlier. The question pulled your thoughts out of the clouds and your head up to look him in the eye.Â
âYeah, yeah, justâŚâ your mouth was extremely dry. One more second and no words would be leaving it ever again. It was just gonna have to come out now. Then, with a quick exhale, you admitted. âIâve never had an orgasm.â From Eddieâs reaction, it didnât seem to have been any news to him. Like it was the most normal conversation, which, given his job, it probably was. You tried to ignore the thought of him and the many women he must have helped.Â
âWell, I would be more than honoured to change that for you.â He took a step forward, and the proximity forced you to look up at him to see his eyes.Â
âIs that a rehearsed line?â Apparently, your one outburst of truth led to the pandoraâs box in your brain, and now you couldnât shut up, saying the first thing that came to your mind. And unfortunately, it was still filled with the images of him with other people; him making all of them feel ecstatic.Â
Luckily, Eddie laughed at your presumption. His head tilted back, and when it came back down, and his eyes were once again locked in with yours, his lips pulled up into a smirk. One of his hands found its way up to your cheek before he leaned in. you were ready for him to kiss you, but instead, his breath lingered over your skin. So close that you should have been able to touch him, and maybe you did. Because there was something that made your mind a thick haze, impossible to navigate through. Everything spun around you except for Eddie.
âSo what if I did rehearse it?â his words hit your jaw as he hovered over you, then whispering directly into your, he asked: âWhat if Iâve already planned 10 different ways in which I want to make you writhe underneath me? Would you mind that?â Would you mind?Â
Whatever for?Â
In a shaky breath, you spoke the only thing you could think of at the moment.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
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Eddie didnât need to be told twice.Â
He must have been grinning like an idiot, and he could only hope it didnât put her off as he brought their lips together and kissed her. Deeply. Passionately.Â
The hair around her face was slightly wet, as was her jaw, telling him she had just spent the last minute splashing water in her face. She tasted sweet, like the coke she had been drinking earlier.Â
Her hand crept up to his collar, shyly grabbing at it and pulling it down, revealing the slightest inch of the tattoo on his clavicle. Not that she would see it, having closed her eyes the second their lips connected.Â
Eddie let one of his hands find its way back to her waist. Holding on to each other, they stumbled back onto the bed. She let out a whimper as Eddieâs knees hit the edge of the bed, and he fell backwards, taking her right down with him.Â
It was a slow tear-away, leaving both in a haze. Eddie watched her sit up straight, straddling him and keeping him locked. If she moved, she would feel how hard he was getting.Â
âI assume kissing was not on the agenda of the lesson?â He brushed some of his hair out of his face.Â
âWell, if you have any tipsââ she tugged at the bottom of her shirt. A nervous habit, probably, but all Eddie could think about was how he wanted that material as far away from her as possible.Â
âYouâre joking, right?â She must have been. The kiss, though brief, had been⌠he felt alive after it. His chest was tight as he caught his breath. âFuck, câmere.â He pulled her right back. It might have only been one kiss, but it had been more than enough for him. He was already hooked.Â
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His lips were slightly chapped, but not in any way to make you feel uncomfortable. Nothing that some chapstick before going out into the cold couldnât solve. You could smell the bitter beer he had just drank, and despite the drink having been cooled, it brought a warmth out in you. This heat swam over your cheeks and the parts of you that he held close. His hands were now back to playing with your shirt. The material was creeping up over your stomach, up up upâŚ
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âCan you take your shirt off first, please?â she asked nervously once the second kiss parted. Her small voice sent sparks flying down Eddieâs body, directly to his dick.
âYeah, âcourse.â All he could do was smile. She shuffled down his legs to give him space and remove the shirt. There was no way she didnât feel how tight he was getting in his trousers, but she didnât show any reaction to it, eyes focused on his chest. Eddie looked down at himself. He had almost forgotten about those.Â
âYou have piercings?âÂ
He kept on forgetting to update his pictures on the website. It was such a hassle. Taking the time to plan it all in, preferably with someone else, so he could have some action shots. There was the editing, and then he would have to send them into the office so someone could actually upload them⌠he just couldnât be bothered. As much as he was meant to keep his clients aware of what they were paying for, it was selfish of him to love their surprised reactions. Just now, the way her eyes immediately locked in on them in surprise. How her hand lightly fought against reaching for him.Â
âYou can touch them. It doesnât hurt.â He took her hand and placed it right over his chest. She immediately regained control over her body, and her finger lightly traced over the silver bar. Eddieâs body tightened for a second in bliss. âSee? It feels fucking good, actually.â He hadnât meant to whisper the words out or for them to be so shaky. It was supposed to be a light joke to keep the tension away, yet it pulled the atmosphere down to something intense and sultry. Hopefully, it wouldnât scare her away.
But she smiled and leaned in again for a featherlight kiss. Fuck, she could kiss. It was like a gift from the gods themselves. A little piece of heaven. If this was how she kissed every guy, Eddie couldnât comprehend how they didnât line up for more. And then her hand kept moving, slowly tracing the ink on his body. Her fingernails grazed over the drawings. Perhaps it was a placebo, but he had always considered the tattoos to be more sensitive than the rest of him. The soft touches made him shake in need of her.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â he asked, nearly out of breath, mind spiralling with everything he wanted to do to her. He couldnât keep it in a straight line anymore. Meanwhile, he was supposed to be the professional here. Meanwhile, she expected him to teach her⌠he was absolutely fucked.Â
And then her following words only made his situation worse.Â
âJust tell me what to do, Eddie.â Somehow, he missed the exact moment when her lips travelled down to his jaw. It must have been some kind of jokeâ there was no way this incredible woman did not know what she was doing.Â
âFuck, baby.â He groaned. He actually groaned. Eddie never did that during his sessions. It just wasnât something he thought he could do with his clients. It turns out he had never been this turned on by any of them.
It made sense. How often did he think up hour scenarios before meeting the ladies? How often did he imagine he was with someone else? He had thought that maybe, because of the rules of his job and the frequency of his sessions, that maybe sex just wasnât really anything for him. Not that he didnât enjoy his job or regretted ever going into the business⌠money was good, and he was good at what he did. Yet, it was still a job. And jobs could often tire a person out. Maybe he had become desensitised to it all.Â
But this proved all of his theories wrong. He was entirely in the moment. Aware of everything that was happening between him and her. Nothing between them was new, or necessarily exciting, and yet it felt like nothing he had felt before. Nothing but kissing sent him down a road he could never return from.Â
And now she wanted him to tell her what to do. Yes, in the teaching context, he understood. But was she even aware that this would not be that far from the ordinary things he did in his sessions if they had just removed that context? Just add in some leather and handcuffs.Â
âTake your clothes off, baby.â He spoke softly, not wanting to roll back into his regular role. This wasnât that, he reminded himself. He didnât want it to be that.Â
When she started to pull her shirt up, he quickly took over. âNo, wait, go slower. Take your time.â Fuck, please take your time, he internally cried out. He didnât want this night to end. It all felt like a dream, and he didnât want to get dressed and wake up. He didnât want to leave because once he did, coming back was not an option for him.Â
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You followed his instruction, slowly pulling your shirt over your head. Focusing on him. Looking at him prevented you from getting too much into your head. After all, it was hard to think or worry about anything with someone like him, half-naked, under you. You traced his tattoos. They were all black and white, the ink scratchy and uneven on most as if done at home.
Not precisely stick and poke, but not from a studio either. A pull at your heartstrings made you think of how much money you had paid. How much he needed that money⌠See, hard to think of your own insecurities when looking at him.
Eddie moved up to lean on his elbow. You were sitting still for too long; he must have sensed something was off. With a gentle touch, he stroke your bare skin. You were both shirtless, though you still had your bra on; his hand was sneakily moving up to the strap over your back, ready to unclasp it.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart.â It must be some kind of trick he was pulling, something he learned over his experience on the job because of the way your whole body fluttered at the sound of the little nickname⌠it must be a trick. But there was nothing you could complain about either.Â
Once again, your mouth worked faster than your brain, and before you could tell yourself to shut up, you answered with the first question that came to your mind. âDo you do anything else⌠besides this?â a second later, before he even had the time to react, you butted in with your own response. âThat is probably way out of bounds. SorryââÂ
âOnly a little bit,â he was taking it lightly with a chuckle. Clearly, with no intention of stopping what the two of you had been doing, he littered your jaw and neck with kisses between his answer. âIâm in a band. But garage gigs donât exactly pay the bills.â You felt him tremble with a laugh against your neck. Eddie had by then sat up and kept you in place on his lap with a tight hold. As he kept kissing you, you let your body speak for itself, closing your eyes and trusting your instincts. Somehow you knew what felt right and what didnât. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against Eddie. You tried not to think about what you were doing, knowing you would just start to freak out and freeze. Instead, you thought of Eddie on stage with his band, imagining him in all the different positions, trying to figure out which instrument fit him best.Â
As if he could read your mind, he said, âI play guitar.â His hand had now officially made its mark on your bra, grabbing the backstrap, and wringing it until it unclasped.
âThatâs hot.â
âYeah?â The bra snapped open. Eddie took it upon himself to slide the straps off your arms. You threw the item off to the side of the room, and Eddie didnât waste a second to bring his attention to your breast.
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Had no one ever touched her properly?
All that Eddie did was kiss her tits, and she was almost coming undone. He felt a pang of terrible guilt on behalf of his entire sex. How the fuck did no one make her feel good⌠not only that. How did men make her feel as if she was the problem? That she had to step her game up and learn. If he ever got his hands on one of those assholesâ woah. Calm down.Â
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âYeah,â you gasped out the small word. âSo- so hot.â It was hard to keep a sentence straight when he had his full attention on your nipples.
One preoccupying his lips, while the other was cupped by his large hand. He was rough in his touches, pulling and squeezing, but not in any way that felt too much. On the contrary, you needed more. More of him.Â
He switched from one breast to the other in his movements. Then when he pulled away, he kissed you again. Then, he looked you in the eyes, a false seriousness covering his features.Â
âSo, let that be lesson one: foreplay. Extremely important before any kind of sex.âÂ
âBut⌠I didnât do anything?â You blinked. It was true, wasnât it? He had been doing most of the work; meanwhile, you hadnât done anything for him. But Eddie frowned.
âOh, baby, you did plenty.â His hand reached down to his own trousers. âYou feel this?â When you hesitated, he took your hand to guide it over his crotch, where you could clearly feel the outline of his dick. âYeah, thatâs all you, sweetheart.â He was so cocky, so confident.Â
He kept on talking. âAnd let me ask you one more question.â For this, he leaned in to almost whisper the words against your hot skin. âAre you wet?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
Eddie clicked his tongue in disapproval. âI think you do know, but let me check then, hmm?â You werenât sure how he did it, but he brought you underneath his body in one fell swing. You were now lying on the bed, and he slid down to sit on his knees at the end of the bed. âProfessional opinion and all, right?âÂ
âRight.â You hid your face in your hands to laugh. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?
Eddie reached for your hands, making you look down at him.Â
âI wanna see your pretty face.â But, God, speaking of pretty faces, his smile might have been one of the most beautiful sights in the world. He could have been a model, probably⌠and yetâŚÂ
You didnât want to look at him, however, when he started unzipping your trousers. The button opened up, and you heard the zipper move down, releasing the tension of the material around your waist. Eddie tapped your hip, telling you to move them up. Once you did so, with one big tug, he pulled the pants down to the middle of your thighs with one big tug. It took him three more to get them off entirely. The next second, the trousers were in the corner of the room, along with your shirts.Â
âOh, baby,â his syllables were long, dramatic, playful. âYou are fucking soaking through these.â You felt your back stiffen at the feeling of his fingers on you. Two, his pointer and middle fingers, slowly tracing down over the thin cotton. Then heâd roll them back up, letting his knuckles press the slit.
âFuck, canât wait to taste youâ can I taste you, baby?â He asked, eyes pleading you for it.Â
âYou donât have to,â you responded. The air in the room seemed to be turning colder and sent shivers over your arms.Â
âI know I donât have to.â Eddie scoffed, teasing. âLet that be lesson two then: if a guy doesnât want his mouth near your pussy, then you shouldnât come anywhere near his dick.â He growled out the last words, and his hand had such a tight grip on your panties, that, with one quick move, he tore the material in two.Â
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âEddie!â she shouted.Â
âShit, sorry.â He got too carried away in everything. âIâll pay you back.â Thatâs when he glanced down; it was like his memory was instantly wiped. âOh, fuck yes. Fuck you got the cutest pussy Iâve ever seen.â He left a kiss a few inches above it and slowly made his way down. His fingers returned to the slow up-and-down motion he had done before, and each time, he let himself go deeper. Her body tensed up, and breathing hitched in her throat until it came out in a soft moan.Â
âThatâs right,â Eddie said before one last kiss on the most crucial spot. And this kiss lasted. After a few seconds, he practically made out with her clit, as his fingers entered her.
That is when her hand reached for his hair. The touch was enough to make him moan against her.Â
âOh fuck,â she moaned loud, eyes tightly shut in pleasure. Keeping his fingers deep within her, Eddie mused:
âThatâs right, baby. Does it feel good?â
âSo good.â She dug her nails through his hair, nudging him on to continue whatever he was doing.Â
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Even though you had not meant to pull at his hair, it was all much more of an impulsive action, Eddie groaned out against. He pulled you in closer, sending the vibrations from his body right through yours.Â
You had expected, thinking up this plan of hiring someone to teach you sex, that it would be much more formal. That the guy would give you step-by-step instructions on how to do things, tell you everything directly, and you would follow. Maybe that is how it would be with anyone else, but with Eddie, he made you feel it. Without saying a word, you knew how to listen to him. Through his reactions, you knew what to do. His moans encouraged you to pull his hair, to close your thighs around him. Meanwhile, your response spurred him to go, let his fingers move harder, his tongue slick deeper through you.Â
âFuck, Eddie, fuck.â You felt that feeling inside you, the build-up. It wasnât familiar, for you had only experienced it very few times, mostly on your own. This tension deep within you. It grew, quickly reaching its tipping point.Â
Eddieâs free hand fastened itself onto your leg; he seemed to have lost himself in you. Then his eyes moved up, locking right with yourself. A part of you wanted to take a picture of what you saw in front of you and cherish the memory forever. His honey-brown eyes glazed in need of you. This spark of all-knowing deviltry.Â
Your whole body tightened as you felt it coming, tighter and tighter, like a rubber band ready to snap.
But instead, Eddie let go of the band as he pulled away from you to accompany your last moan of his name.
A whimper left your mouth, and pleads were ready to follow it, begging him to not stop. Not now. Just a few more seconds.Â
âLesson number three,â he wiped his mouthâ which was glistening in the room's warm lightâ with his thumb but never wiping the smug smile off his face. âTease, tease and tease. The longer you keep them waiting, the sweeter their reward will be.âÂ
At this point, you could not imagine it being so sweet, as all you felt was a horribly empty feeling, deflating your insides by the second.Â
âEveryone likes that?â You asked.
âHmm, good question.â Eddie got up to remove his belt. He made a spectacle out of it, sliding the whole strap from between the loops, then throwing it down to the ground. âIt does probably depend on a person, what their limits are. How much they can last and take.â Like a showman, he made you watch. Made you wait. âIâm sure some people would rather just get on to the final act.âÂ
âNot me?â you asked as he pulled his jeans down along with his boxers.
Just like the picture.Â
âHmm,â with a pondering expression, he fell down onto the mattress beside you. âNot you.âÂ
âWhat makes you say that?â It took all your willpower to keep looking into his eyes. He, however, wasnât as courteous. His eyes roamed over your naked body as his hand found its way back between your legs. A quick snap. He slapped your clit lightly, but it was enough to immediately sent a spark through you, nearly bringing you back to the spot of tension.Â
âJust a hunch.â He slapped you again.Â
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She was so fucking sensitive. Like a little porcelain doll.
For good measure, and the fact he couldnât get enough of how her body moved when encountering intense pleasure, he gave that pussy a third and final snap. Maybe he would have kept going, he certainly had not felt like stopping any time soon, but it was when her hand reached for his. Fingers around his wrist. Her eyes closed lightly, mouth parted just a tiny bit, enough for her to whisper his name.Â
âEddie.â
âWhatâs up, sweetheart,â he leaned in his lips almost on her cheek again. She didnât respond. âLesson four: always use words. I donât know what you really want unless you tell me.â He left sloppy kisses over her face as he dictated. âSo? What. Do. You. Want?â He punctuated each word with a touch
âFuck me.âÂ
âOf course.â He had expected her to play around with the words, make him pull it out of him, but no. So, he got up and reached for the wallet in his jeans. He should have checked sooner. This had been too much of a risk, but luckily, the silver foil stuck out immediately.Â
She had sat up again to watch him rip the packaging open.Â
âYouâre making me feel really unprofessional right now,â he chuckled to himself whilst pulling the condom out. âI have a whole box in my bag with the rest of my stuff.â He had planned to get it out of his car after meeting her at the bar, but then everything had gone a bit to shit, hadnât it?Â
âI have a box⌠in my bag,â she said, for some reason almost embarrassed.Â
âSomeoneâs eager, huh?â Perhaps he didnât help, but really, he was talking about himself. Eddie could immediately imagine himself being with her for the rest of the night, the entire fucking week if he could, but something told him that after thisâ that would most likely be it. It was better not to stretch a good thing out. She paid for him to teach her the basics, not exhaust her to her limits, perhaps scare her off of sex forever.
âNo, I justââ did she notice he was joking? Either way, she hid her face in her hands, laughing at herself. Eddie took the moment that she wasnât eating him alive with her eyes to get a few pumps in. it wasnât even needed; he was rock hard; it was just a routine at this point. He let his head roll back a little back as his hand moved up and down, then got on with putting the condom on.Â
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âHow should we uhmâ how do you wantââ you looked for a good way to phrase it as Eddie got back into bed.Â
âAnything particular in mind you wanted to get a hang of?â he asked. You shook your head no. Stupid. You should have done your research. Come more prepared.Â
But could anything prepare you for Eddie? It didnât seem likely. You could have come in with a four-volume guide, and he would have probably thrown it out the window and shown you a whole new world.Â
âThen weâll just see where the night takes us, why donât we?â He positioned himself on top of you. Arms on each side of your shoulders, stomach hovering over yours. As you both breathed in, you could feel his muscles. He put his weight on one of his forearms as the other hand reached back down between you, moving his fingers in a circular, steady motion.Â
Too occupied with how good his touch on you felt, there was no real thought going through your mind when you pulled his face closer to you, kissing him deeply. Your noses pushed against one another. Your fingers rooted down between his hair. Â
Eddie spread your legs wider apart, creating the perfect position for himself.Â
âYou ok?â he asked, lips practically still on yours.Â
âMhm.â You hummed, but Eddie clicked his tongue, pulling away a few inches to look at you a bit more focused.Â
âMm, remember rule four?âÂ
You didnât want to remember. You didnât want to think. All you wanted, needed, was him inside you. But you answered: âuse your words? Let them know what you want.âÂ
âGood girl,â he kissed you softly. âIt also goes for consent. Probably should have made that the first lesson, but what can you do? Make clear what and when you want something. If the guy doesnât listenâ I donât know, kick him in the nuts.âÂ
âGot it.â You nodded.Â
âSo, letâs try it out.â He didnât move, just waited for you to speak.Â
You took a deep breath. âI want you to fuck me, Eddie.âÂ
âThere we go. Feels good, doesnât it?â His hand returned to rubbing your clit as he moved around above you, getting in the proper position. âQuick lesson five: itâs fucking hot when girls say shit like that. So donât be afraid to get dirty.â Slowly and carefully, he let himself sink into you. His length filled you up, spread your walls. It was a perfectly tight fit, making it impossible to hold anything in.Â
âDirty and loud.â Eddie stayed still, letting you get used to the feeling of him. âDonât hold it in, baby, ok?âÂ
âO-ok.â Your breath was shaky. Once used to him, you placed your hand on his chest. His hot breath burned your skin.
Eddie kept a slow pace, letting both of you ease into the rhythm of being together, but eventually, you felt your body loosen up. Finally, it wasnât enough anymore. Was he holding himself in? Could he tell you needed more but was waiting for you to tell him? Teach you your lesson.Â
âMore,â the word was nearly just an exhale, but it was enough for Eddie. He kissed you passionately with a smile, and he plunged deeper inside you. From then on, his thrusts were harder, faster. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over himself. The new change brought in a whole new angle, letting you feel him through your entire body.Â
The pleasure was intense, and beautiful. Your mind was scattered, so you didnât even feel your teeth graze over your lips, locking in your voice. But Eddie noticed.Â
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The second he caught it, something in Eddieâs mind switched on. As much as he tried to contain that part of himself, keep it away from her, he couldnât. It was fucking primal.Â
He thrust harder than he did before. His hand found its way to her cheek, squeezing itâ not too tight, he pulled himself back quickly, but strong enough to show her he meant itâ and his words came out in a growl.Â
âWhat did I tell you, baby? Donât hold it in.â A few more deep thrusts left both their bodies shaking with each move. âI want to hear every pretty sound that comes out of your mouth.â His thumb pressed against her bottom lip, and, without another word exchanged, she parted those beautiful lips and granted him access.Â
She fucking moaned around it and sucked her own juices off it. Could she taste the sweetness? He hoped she could. He was jealous of every person that ever got to taste it, but he quickly let that thought sink away as he had more pressing questions.Â
âNow, where did you learn that?â He smiled when he pulled his thumb away, his hips only slightly rearranging the pace as he spoke calmly.Â
âSorry, was that wrong?â She blinked. Genuine fucking naivete. Eddie could barely hold it in anymore.Â
âOnly in the sense that it got me this close to blowing my load before you got even close.â He quickly regained his speed.
From that point on, she didnât hold back. Her moans were beautiful. The sound of his name comes directly from the centre of her pleasure was like hitting the jackpot. If only he could live off those cute noises, heâd be the wealthiest man on earth. The luckiest. The happiest.Â
What the fuck was wrong with him?Â
But shit were her tits a sight for sore eyes. Looking at them, he couldnât go a second without touching them. For a moment, he got scared he was too rough, but then the claws came outâ almost literally. Her nails dug into his back. It would leave marks, and Eddie couldnât wait to see them when he looked in the mirror the following day.Â
âEddieee,â it came out so shaky, so desperate. He could tell she was getting close. It took much less than expected. He had a thousand things in his head that he still wanted to do with her, show her, but even he realised then it was wishful thinking. His own words from minutes ago reverberated in his mind.Â
Youâre making me feel really unprofessional right now.
He was ready to burst, and it only took a few minutes in missionary. Usually, he could go for ages.
Then again, he hadnât been this turned on in a long time.Â
âYou close, baby?â He asked and almost hoped to hear yes; Eddie didnât know how much longer he could last, and if he came before herâ he could never live that down.Â
But she was lost in him, too far down to appropriately respond. That wasnât good. Eddie slowed down a bit. âHey, hey, you alright?âÂ
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âYes,â you took a deep breath, âplease donât stop. Not now.â He was making you feel incredible. In a matter of a few minutes, you felt like you had reached the seventh heaven. Absolute bliss.Â
But perhaps you didnât feel how much you actually felt. As good as it was, this overwhelming sensation pulled you away from everything around you. When Eddie brought you back, with the softness of his voice and the touch of his hands, only then you realised how far down you had been.
âAre you sure? We can take a break.â Eddieâs eyes searched your face for any signs of trouble, but before he could spiral, you halted him. A few deep breaths were all it took for you to be present.Â
âIâm ok. Thank you.â You kissed him. Whatever anyone would say if they heard about your plan, this was how you knew you had made the right choice. Or perhaps how you knew that the universe wasnât always against you. Tonight, it brought you Eddie. Whether it was a freak accident or not, you would never regret the choices that led to it.Â
Eddie continued what he was doing, giving you all his attention. To all of you. You didnât feel like an inch of your body went down forgotten. Meanwhile, he was all you could think about. It was like the world around you dissolved. A fire could have burned down the entire room, and you donât think you would have even noticed. Not with Eddieâs cock deep inside you. He didnât falter. Each thrust was full of him, hitting the perfect spot. Mind-numbing, toe-curling andâŚÂ
Soon, you felt that feeling again. That tightness inside you. This time even tighter than previously. It was to be expected that Eddie knew what he was talking about. The longer the wait, the better the reward. And to think only a little time had passed since the two of you entered the hotel room. Not much time at all compared to how much you wished you could be with him. Was it insane? Probably, but you didnât care.
You just wanted him, and you would take as much as he could give you.Â
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Eddie could feel how close she was.Â
It had definitely scared him when he saw how far down she had been, already blaming himself for taking it too far. He had been ready to pull the plug and return her all the money. It didnât matter if her payment had actually gone to his account; he would make sure that his fuck ups were compensated.Â
But she was fine. Like a little firecracker that she was, she kissed him, wiping his whole mind clear of anything but her. Her and that sweet, sweet taste.Â
It didnât take much longer for breathing to break up in quick succession. Moans got louder, likely uncontrolled, and her grip on his tighter. Her nails dug into his shoulder just as he loved it.Â
âCâmon baby, come on.â He encouraged her to lose all of her control. Lose herself to the pleasure. She needed to know how it was to be treated right. He needed her to know. And he didnât know how much more he could keep it going. His last few thrusts still reached the deepest parts of her, and got everything out of her he wanted, but he felt himself lose his momentum. With each second, it was getting harder to concentrate.Â
âOh my god-â she whimpered as she released underneath him with a high-pitched scream at that. As much as he wanted to hear all of it, he kissed her to mute it. There was no need for the neighbours to get concerned.Â
Though from all the other noises they made, from how the bed shook and banged against the wall, they would make the correct assumption.Â
Not much later, as she was still coming undone, Eddie let himself reel in the pleasure. Then, stilled within her, his lips on her neck now, he came. When he pulled away, he wished he could have left a mark on her, but he knew that would be a step too far.Â
âThank youâ were the first words to come out of her mouth when he discarded the full condom in the trash. He wasnât sure what to do now. He didnât like feeling naked post-sex, but he didnât want her to get the wrong idea. Maybe she expected more. If so, he could give it to her, but he just wasnât sureâÂ
âItâs my pleasure,â he sat on the edge of the bed, just in reach to place his hand on her leg. They were both covered in sweat, naturally, but the cold was taking over. âYou should get under the covers.â The last thing he wanted was for her to get sick.
âRight.â She pulled at the corner of the blanketâ always a much more arduous task than necessary in hotel rooms when theyâre tucked in deeper than the pits of hell. As soon as she pulled the white sheet over her body, Eddie regretted his choice of words. It was probably the last time he would have seen her naked, and he didnât even take a moment to appreciate what he had in front of him.Â
He found his underwear, which was almost kicked under the bed. When he resurfaced, her face was full of worry. The furrow of her brows was enough to tell him that.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked as he covered himself up.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
âI didnât do anything. I asked you to help me figure this out, and we justââÂ
âNo, hey, hey.â Eddie practically jumped into bed next to her. Cupped her face in his hands and made sure she looked at him as he spoke. âFirst of all, if this is how you feel, I should be the one to be sorry since I clearly didnât do my job. So Iâm sorry. But you have no reason to think you didnât do well. This was amazing.â He could only hope she knew just how much he meant his words. That she could trust a complete stranger with words as much as she did with their bodies.Â
âNo, Eddie, itâs not that you didnât teach me anything, but Iâ thereâs still so much I donât know. Fuck, I still have no idea how to suck a guy off.âÂ
Eddie cursed under his breath. Just from those words, he could feel himself twitching against his boxers. This girl was going to be the death of me. She kept on talking.Â
âWould it be ok if we do this again? Not as an accident this time, I will book you.âÂ
He wanted to say yes so badly. But he had to keep his mind clear as he answered. âI donât think that will be a good idea.â fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He wanted to punch himself in the gut.Â
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âI try to keep a strict one-time, no repeating clients policy. It makes the job much easier,â Eddie explained.Â
âNo, I understand.â Having to do this with the number of people he does⌠you couldnât imagine how that was. How other people would be with him, and what could have happened for him to make such a rule in the first place.Â
âI would say you should try Steve for real, but I donât believe you need any âsex lessonsâ.Â
âRight,â you scoffed away the comment, but Eddie was persistent.Â
âI mean it. I can tell that you have a whole talent in there for this shit. You just need to find the right guy to bring it out in you because whoever youâve been in the past, clearly, they werenât doing it right. Then you will learn everything else you want to learn by yourself. Basically like you did now.â He gave you a kind smile, and you tried to replicate it.Â
âI did need you.â You couldnât look at him as you said it.
âEhhhâ not so sure about that. For a while, I thought you just wanted me for my body.â He fell over to his back, hand on his chest as if he had just been shot. âThat shit can hurt, you know.â He was so dramatic and made you laugh so easily. You had never expected anything like that to happen that night.Â
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A body to adore was one thing, but he might miss her smile even more.Â
âAre you feeling alright?â
âWhy do you keep asking me that?â She blinked. Eddie pushed down the anger he felt at all those morons that had not treated her right before.
âLet that be your final lesson then,â he pushed down another instinct, this time to make a cheesy reference that she might not get. There was no need to make the mood weird or awkward now. Eddie cleared his throat. âLesson⌠what number are we on, six?â Lesson six: aftercare. Just check up on yourself to see if youâre able to carry on afterwards. While always quite vital, the more intense the session, the more important the aftercare. It keeps you stable.âÂ
She nodded in understanding. âSo, how would that look?â
âWell, letâs seeâŚ. Are you sore? Do you need anything?â Once again, he was mad at himself for going into this without his usual stuff. While his bag was mostly filled with toys that might be a bit too much for her, he also had plenty of shit to make her feel better if needed.Â
âNo, I donât think so.âÂ
âOk, do you need something to drink? Eat?â Before she even replied, Eddie lunged for the can of soda she had discarded on the desk opposite the bed. The bubbles would have mostly flattened by now, but it was still a liquid to drink.Â
âNot really,â she said as he handed her the can and took a small sip. âOk, maybe a little bit.â They both smiled as she emptied the can of its last chug.Â
âMore?â Eddie asked as he tried to read it off of her.Â
âNo, Iâm good.â Just like before, she started tapping on the can. Now empty, it sounded even more hollow.Â
âAnd was everything alright? I was scared I might have gone too far at one point.âÂ
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The way you could see the genuine concern and worry in Eddieâs eyes made you want to wrap your arms around him, kiss him, and never let him go. To think that a few hours ago, neither of you was even aware of the otherâs existence. That you werenât supposed to be aware, that it was all a giant coincidence. And that after tonight⌠that would be all that it ever was.Â
Here was this fantastic man taking care of you better than any other guy had.Â
Sure, you paid him to do it, but something in you, call it a freaky instinct, told you that that was just who Eddie was. He wanted to take care of you.Â
Maybe thatâs why he went into the business. Who could really tell?
âIt was perfect,â you told him because it was.Â
âOk, good.â He nodded, smiling shyly. It was the first time that night that you saw a crack in the confident front of the guy.Â
âReally, thank you.â You reached for his hand, and his eyes followed it. He looked as your fingers lazily intertwined while you watched him.
âYou, uhm, you should probably go to the bathroom. Make sure you wash all of me out. Make it a standard practice, really.â
âWill do,â your voice wasnât hoarse, yet you whispered. It suddenly became hushed in the room. It could have been quiet all this time, but it was then that you grew aware of it.Â
You didnât want to leave the bed, or Eddie, just yet, but you knew you should listen to his professional advice. Everything he had told you so far felt like the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe you also knew of them already, maybe did it too, but it only made sense when it came from Eddie. âDonât leave yet, ok? I want to say goodbye.â The idea of him being gone when you came back felt gut-wrenching for many reasons, but all unknown.Â
All Eddie did was nod.Â
When you returned, he had just put his shirt back on. His belt was in his jeans loops but not yet fastened. Was it weird to watch him get dressed? It felt more like a thing real couples did, which you were far from. It felt stranger doing so whilst you were still completely naked, so you grabbed the fluffy white bathrobe on the bathroom shelf and pulled it on, tying it tightly around your waist.Â
âThatâs me then.â Eddie scratched the back of his neck, looking around, most likely checking if he didnât forget something. A part of you hoped he did. He would realise it only hours later and rush back to find it. That this wasnât the last time the two of you would meet.Â
A girl could wish.Â
âRight.â You put on a brave face as you made your way to the door. âThank you again. For everything.â
All Eddie did in response was nod with a tight-lipped smile.Â
The door was open now. He was already on the threshold. Compared to the soft glow of your room, the corridor's light felt jarring to your eyes. Just like that, it was over.
You could not believe this was the end. It ended as quickly as it started. A whole whirlwind of⌠everything, really.Â
Before you could stop yourself, one last question burst through your lips.Â
âIs Eddie your real name?â You immediately regretted your entire life, couldnât believe you had done that. âIâm so sorry, just ignore me. I donât know why I said thatââ
But Eddie beamed. He took your hand in his. âAs real as anything tonight was.â and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. He started walking before your wrist even hit your hip.Â
You couldnât watch him walk away, so you closed the door and your eyes before he went too far. A minute later, you cursed to yourself.
The whole aftercare thing- You never got to ask if he was ok.
Fuck.
the end.

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if you canât fix it youâve got to stand it being the last line of the brokeback mountain novella is so crazy it makes me feel like my guts are falling out. if you canât fix it youâve got to stand it. jesus fucking christ
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@batbirdies honestly this SOUNDS like something your Jason would say
#every so often i reread ccakt and.....*chef's kiss* yeah#i have actually just started watching leverage myself and tbh. i do have visions of jason todd whenever eliot spencer appears on the screen#he's my favorite best violent boy#thank you for the drawing idea though you were so real for this <3#jason todd#batfamily#red hood#eliot spencer#(by proxy)#leverage#sketchies#fanart
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Tim deciding to put a piece of paper with the Robin logo on it over the Batman symbol on the chair is already amazing (did he draw that? print it out?) but I like how Dick also specifically chose to sit in it while visiting during the parent teacher conference even though he didn't have to. "oh cool Tim made a Robin chair I gotta use it"
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odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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Kaveh Akbar, from "Wild Pear Tree"
#kaveh akbar#poetry#january#i've been rereading calling a wolf a wolf. you'll be hearing from me about this
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
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I had forgot that in Sports Survivors gacha story Chiaki is feeling uneasy when Eichi is buying all five of them food in the restaurant but Subaru goes "naah, Eichi-senpai is rolling in dough, it's pennies for him, just let him treat us" [paraphrasing]. Gold digger mentality. đđ
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did you know there's a day-by-day timeline of the plot in the dungeon meshi adventurer's bible and TODAY is when it all kicks off
happy falin gets eaten and the gang starts eatin' day :)
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