#plot what plot

[softaestluv]

cw: size difference, smut

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Just thinking about how Ghost is just so big.

Big meaty paws. Thick veiny arms. Broad shoulders. Muscles packed densely.

Sometimes he forgets just how big he is, but you never fail to remind him.

He remembers everytime you sit next to him and you take up half of the space he does, smaller thighs pressed to his.

Everytime he tugs on your tactical gear to make sure everything’s in place before a mission and you glance up at him wide eyed, dwarfed in his shadow.

Everytime you chose him as your sparring partner and he pins you under his muscular thighs, pelvis pressed to your ass purposefully.

You like it, he knows you do. It’s apparent from the way heat radiates off you in waves when you’re next to him, from the way your lashes flutter and your lips part when he stares down at you, from the way your legs twitch together for something more anytime his larger hands touch you.

So, when he finally gets you spread around his fat cock after months of you staring at him with hunger in your eyes, it’s amusing the way you protest like you don’t like it, like you haven’t been imaging him stuffing you full, haven’t been imagining how easy it would be for him to pin you down and make you take it.

“Ghost ‘s too much— too big.”

Your words are broken between choked breathes, tears framing your lashes, pawing at his hold on you like he’s suffocating you and he’s barely half way through. His hands engulf your waist, fingers touching at the small of your back as he pushes you to take more.

Your glassy eyes and tinged brows are a sight, but the way your tight cunt stretches thin around his girth is even better.

“Come on, doll, make some room f’me.”

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Bull hybrid cowboy x chubby fem reader. He runs a little ranch all by himself no one for miles and her car just so happens to break down near his road. He offers her a ride into town but ends up kidnapping her. Would love it if he ties her up and shows her all the reasons why she should stay with him.

Hmm... Now do I write another hucow scene or don't I? Only kidding, you all know where this is going.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 34: Free Range

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: kidnap; dubcon; noncon; lactation; impregnation;

A/N: Thanks again for the steady stream of requests, you lot! Remember if you want to see something, want me to revisit a kink or scenario I've done before, or have a totally new idea, let me know and it'll probably happen!

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You loved that little shitbox of a car, mid 2000's spec, old enough to drink and still going strong. Up until about 5 miles back. You were on a tiny country road in the middle of the night, cruising at 60, when you heard an almighty bang followed by a jangling noise. Your revs went through the roof for a moment before you started to coast. By the time you stopped and inspected the damage you'd already figured out what happened. The jaunty angle of the gearstick and the lack of any resistance on it meant your gears were probably strewn across several hundred metres of road. At least your engine still worked so you had light, heat, and BBC 2.

You didn't, however have any phone signal.

So you sat in the layby in your car, idling the engine to keep the battery running and listening to the 80s. Sleeping in a running car seems like something that's probably illegal, but you figured if the police found you, they could probably give you a tow to go with the fine. Hopefully you'd make it to morning and then walk however far the nearest town is to call your insurance.

A horn behind you shocked you out of your thoughts. You looked around as a rugged 4x4 pulled level with you. A window rolled down and the driver motioned for you to do the same.

He was a bull hybrid, horns wreathing his head, a thick gold ring adorning his nose. "Need a tow?"

"Yeah, I think my gearbox is fucked" you smiled at him

"That'll do it for you, I can get you to town if you want, climb in"

You got out of your car and into his, grateful for the save. He hooked a rope from his car to yours and pulled away, your stricken vehicle in tow.

You didn't think anything of the route he took, country lanes are far too narrow to turn around in, especially in a big vehicle like this one, but you'd been travelling for a while. It's not like he wasn't charming, softly spoken with just a hint of an accent, apparently he had a herd of dairy cattle that he pastured around the area, and you were being regaled about the trade. The radio in the car gently playing some tiny local station or other, predominantly focusing on spinning old records and talking about the weather.

Suspicion set in when you turned off the road, he was taking you up a gravel track in the pitch-dark. He seemed to know the area pretty well but you figured that to get to civilization, you should probably be following the asphalt rather than abandoning it.

He pulled up at a house and turned off the engine, shoving the keys into his pocket "Come on, let's get inside"

You got out and bolted away from the house. You're not stupid enough to follow him in, you'd only just met!

He was faster than you. You'd barely made it twenty yards when you were tackled to the ground. The bull huffed as he tied your ankles together and hefted you over his shoulder. You hit and struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your assault. "Spirited, aren't you?" He opened his door and carried you over the threshold "You'll do fine here"

He put you down onto a plush sofa and sat in a chair opposite to you. Minutes passed in silence, you sullenly staring at him, him eyeing you up like a cut of meat.

"What will you do with me?" You spat at him

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seemed like a soft townie when I picked you up. I'd thought maybe let you call for a tow, give you a coffee, and maybe a roll in the hay." He was still staring at you

"But?" You felt like there was a but coming

"But, you're not badly built, and you're not such a pushover. Now I'm deciding if I want a wife or not"

You recoiled at his comment "If you think I'm marrying you, you can fuck off!"

He shrugged and got up "Plan B then. With hips and tits like those you'll be a good fit"

He lifted you into a seated position and tore off your top, baring your chest and the rolls of your tummy. He grabbed one of your tits and hefted it "Natural, very good"

If looks could kill, you would've atomised him. As it was he merely met your gaze as he roughly inspected you.

"I was right, you'll do excellently" He picked you up again and swung you over his shoulder before carrying you outside. He crossed a field, not caring about your yelling and screaming for help. He knew nobody was around for miles, even if someone heard you they wouldn't be able to help you. He pushed open a barn door and carried you in, putting you down on a pile of straw "I'll see you tomorrow"

He left you there. The ropes were tied tightly around your ankles. You struggled against them until your fingers went numb to no avail. The other occupants of the barn stirred with your struggling. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, you could just about make them out.

They were other women. Some cow hybrids, some not. All of them plump, many pregnant. They looked at you with big doe eyes, curiosity on their faces as they regarded you.

The first one put her arms around you in a hug, then another and another until you were smothered in a dozen round women, their full breasts pressing against you as they started to doze off on you. Stuck there in the centre of the cuddle pile, you couldn't help your eyelids getting heavy, your head cushioned against a plush belly as sleep claimed you too.

You woke with the dawn. The other women mooing eagerly and dispersing around the barn. The bull man from last night opened the door and stepped in. He looked over at you before settling to work. One by one he attached milking cups to the other women, who each settled down contentedly as the machines pumped them, the milk being drawn into tanks at one end of the barn.

Finally he got to you.

"Enjoy your night?"

You spat at him. He laughed.

"Damn, I wish you'd reconsider being my wife. As it is, I can still put a calf in you." He lifted you and carried you to a fence, tying your arms to it before cutting your ankles free.

Your tits swung below you as he pulled your hips up and hiked your skirt up. He tore a hole in your tights, revealing your pussy. You screamed as he started to lick you, his thick tongue penetrating you already as he fingered your clit. You felt your skin flush as your body responded to him, getting wet and ready for him. His licking and stroking was drawing you in, until you quivered with a tearful orgasm.

You felt him straighten up behind you. He lay his cock on your back and you shivered with the length of it before he pulled back and started to ease the tip in, crooning as he went "You're doing great, girl, just a little more, a little more"

The sound of his voice was making you wetter than his tongue did. You whimpered from the fullness from his cock pushing slowly into you, stretching you out. Your hips were pushing back against him, sending waves of motion up your body. He started to push harder, move faster. Your whimpers turned to blissful sobs and whines as you sped towards your next orgasm, the length and girth of him getting you off all by itself. When he squeezed your hips it was too much. Your body tried to push back, but it didn't need to. He could feel your impending orgasm and hilted himself in you, tiny thrusts slapping his balls against your clit and driving you over the edge. He started to throb and pulse in you as your cunt clenched around him. His thrusts were fast and deep, he was close and wasn't going to cum anywhere but inside you. His pounding on your cervix was getting to you, as was his gripping your waist and your hips, and the jolting swaying of your tits. He pushed a hand between your legs and circled his fingers over your clit. You came again. This time he joined in. Your moans and grunts mingled as the other women watched you, still mooing in euphoria from being attached to the pumps.

He stayed inside you, his cock still giving occasional pumps of cum. His huge hands tracing patterns on your back and rubbing your aching muscles. Then he pulled out, and you heard a spatter of his cum fall out of you and onto the straw below. He cut your arms free and helped you off the railings, laying you on the straw.

"I treat my ladies well, you'll see"

A month has passed since you joined the herd. You spend your mornings hooked up to the milking machines, your afternoons lounging in the fields munching clover and enjoying the company of your new friends, then in the evenings Aaron, as you leaned his name, would often visit you and put another load in you. You're already late on your period, you just haven't told him yet.

Yeah, you're giving up some freedoms, and you're pretty sure you're getting dumber

But it sure beats your old job

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Postscript: A bit of an experiment in trying to split the difference between "awful human farm" and not being overly horrible to the POV character. Hopefully it hits the mark nicely. Who knows, I may do a continuation or a "what if" where it goes into fluffy marital sex between Aaron and Fem!Reader...

At any rate, this is your periodic reminder that my ask box and DMs are always open, and to not hold back on your requests! I'm not in the habit of airing anyone's dirty laundry so if you do cross some unforeseen line the worst you'll get is a no

[solsticic]

birthday sex.

pairing: luffy x afab!reader.

"it was luffy's birthday and you wanted to give him an unforgettable gift."

cw: smut — minors dni. oral sex, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, face sitting, riding, dom/sub undertones, soft domination (reader), creampie, dirty talk, mutual pining.

the sound of the party spilled through the corners of the ship, giving new meaning to the word celebration — laughter echoed, drinks were raised, and food arrived on the table, only to disappear just as quickly.

it was the captain’s birthday, and he himself seemed to be the celebration. luffy had turned twenty-two, and with that came a party he eagerly embraced — dancing, eating, laughing. his joy was infectious, his eyes glowing with a light that belonged only to him.

and that glow only fanned the flames of your desire even more.

from the corner of your eye, your gaze betrayed you, drifting to him every chance it got. time had been kind to luffy, gifting him quiet changes that somehow made all the difference — muscles now more defined, tracing boldly wherever his skin was bare. his hair, longer. his complexion, deeper from the sun. his smile, however, remained unchanged: bright, disarming, and full of a warmth that felt like an embrace without touch.

it made you understand why others would follow him to the ends of the earth, without question.

when everyone had grown tired from the celebrations, the night settled into a soft hush — quiet, yet peaceful. luffy stayed on the deck, and in that stillness, you felt your resolve shift, deciding it was finally time to let go.

you stepped toward him softly, your movements light, almost cautious. the ship had gone still; everyone was asleep. it was just the two of you now.

"hi, luffy," you said, your voice low, almost shy. he turned to you, eyes meeting yours without hesitation. "did you enjoy the party?"

"yeah," he said, that familiar grin spreading lazily across his face. "i loved it. it was fun, don't you think?"

"hmrum, it was." your voice caught in your throat, heavy with what you wanted to say but couldn't quite form. maybe you'd regret it, maybe he wouldn't want it — but you were already too far in to turn back now. plucking up courage, you said: "so... is there still time to give you a gift?"

luffy immediately perked up, stepping closer. curiosity lit up his eyes, making his grin widen even more. "sure!" he said, cheerful as ever.

god — you just wanted to ruin that damn man standing in front of you. not just because of the way he made your body burn, but because, somewhere deep inside, you'd already chosen him — long before tonight.

there was a brief moment of hesitation on your part, but you pushed it aside and took his hand, gently guiding luffy toward the room that, for now, was yours alone. a cold shiver ran down your spine as you closed the door behind you and quietly locked it. still, you offered him a soft, reassuring smile — hoping to ease the sudden tension your gesture might’ve caused.

the light was still off, but moonlight spilled across the bed like a soft veil, casting a silver glow over the room. you moved to the nightstand and lit a few candles with sweet, lingering scents, their flames flickering gently as you stole glances at luffy, who stood there, looking a little lost.

turning back to him with a tender smile, you motioned for him to sit — and luffy, without question, obeyed.

"luff," you said, stepping close — close enough to feel the warmth between you, but still giving him space. "the gift i want to give you… it’s something i know no one’s ever given you before." you let the silence stretch, just enough to let the words sink in, before your voice dipped lower. "i want to give you a night with me. one you won't forget. i want to fuck you."

a moment of silence settled over the room. luffy’s eyes, warm beneath your gaze, held steady — present enough to feel him there, but distant enough to leave space for breath. he didn't speak right away. his brow furrowed a few times as he seemed to weigh something quietly, and you didn't rush him. you just waited, letting the silence stretch, even as part of you braced for a rejection that might never come.

he seemed to be thinking it over a lot. you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. luffy wasn’t stupid — quite the opposite. he was smart, even if he had trouble showing it. you were sure he understood your request well enough.

"take me," he said finally, breaking the silence. "if it's with you... i want it."

you didn’t expect his sudden response. luffy's words took you by surprise, but you tried not to let the flicker of nervousness show. you exhaled softly, the weight of his statement settling in.

you took a few steps forward — close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. his gaze stayed on you, almost enchanted.

one of his hands was taken, guided across bare skin of your thigh until it rested on your waist, making him feel you. a small pull back followed, and luffy’s eyes stayed locked on your figure before him, tracking every move.

then the dress slipped off your shoulders, falling down your body. he swallowed hard, watching. the lingerie you chose was intended to take his breath away — and yeah, it worked. once his comfort was certain, you climbed onto his lap, noses nearly touching.

“you can tell me if it’s too much,” you whispered, your voice rough, thick with lust. that man was your undoing, and he didn’t even know it. all those sleepless nights, fantasizing about him... your desire had built into something nearly unbearable, and now, you couldn’t wait to fuck him senseless.

your lips brushed against his, soft and slow, giving him space to feel and taste you — the sweet lip gloss you’d picked just for him. after a few seconds, luffy parted his lips, and the kiss shifted, turning eager, almost desperate on his end. with a finger beneath his chin, you coaxed him to open further, slipping your tongue between his soft lips.

luffy moaned at the raw contact, the sound alone making your body throb. his moans were angelic — a sound you never knew you craved so deeply.

the hardness beneath you pressed against your core, and you began to grind, chasing friction with growing need. your breaths grew shallow, matching the rhythm of your movements, the urgency building in both of you.

at some point, you found yourself sucking on his tongue, slow and filthy. your hips moved against him with increasing desperation, the heat between you intensifying. his hands, still timid at your waist, finally moved with more intent, and you guided them to your breasts, still covered but aching for his touch.

he let out another needy sound, louder this time, and so did you, both of you unraveling just from the contact, even through fabric.

you then moved to remove the remaining clothes luffy had on — his vest — standing to help him take off his hat, gently setting it on the opposite nightstand, the one untouched by candles. you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching how needy he seemed with so little. his chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes half-lidded, a glimmer of lust in them.

all of it was because of you and your touch. what an honor, huh?

you grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of him, then helped him strip off his pants and boxers, tossing them into the corner with the rest of the clothes. now, luffy was completely naked. he didn’t seem shy about it, and when your eyes roamed over him, your breath hitched, stalling for a beat.

luffy was long. really long. a little thick — but mostly… just huge.

you’d never been with anyone like him before. your body ached with want, but a single thought clung to your mind — hot, breathless: could you even take him?

he watched you closely, eyes tracking every move. when you knelt and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking slow and deliberate, a moan escaped him. his body arched, seeking more, but you held him down with a steady hand at his waist, grounding the moment.

“you have to stay still, okay?” you whispered, your voice hushed.

he nodded eagerly, lips parting with a soft breath, anticipation thick in the space between you. you smiled at his desperation, then bent down, running your tongue along the entire length until you reached the tip — already slick with pre-cum — never once breaking eye contact. luffy let his head fall back with a groan, and when you sucked the head into your mouth, slow and full, he moaned loud enough to echo.

thank god the room had some insulation — you silently thanked franky for that.

little by little, you began to take him into your mouth — slowly, hungrily — though his size made it impossible to fit it all. you made up for it with your hand, moving in a slow twist, opposite to the rhythm of your mouth — a perfect spiral of pressure that made him tremble beneath you. even when your jaw began to ache, you didn’t stop — pulling back just to trail soft licks along his length, your hand never slowing.

when you felt him start to throb, his breathing turning ragged, you dove back in, sucking greedily.

"wait, wait!" he gasped between moans, voice thick with lust. "if you keep going, i’m gonna—"

"come for me, pretty boy," you whispered, your mouth returning to him in wet, eager licks. "let me take you."

with your lips and hands working in sync, it didn’t take long — he came hard, and you swallowed every drop of his cum as it flooded your tongue. to your surprise, the taste wasn’t bad — in fact, it was faintly pleasant, warm and uniquely his. even as you pulled back, his cock still twitched slightly, half-hard, and luffy’s eyes were locked on you, watching through heavy breaths.

you stood, wiping the corners of your mouth with your fingers, then brought them to your lips. he moaned at the sight, head falling back against the pillows as he reached for you, pulling you onto him.

you kissed him then — deep, giving him a taste of himself, letting him feel it on your tongue. the kiss turned hungry, laced with lust and something deeper. when you finally pulled back, his hands moved to your back, fumbling with your bra until it came undone. your chest was bare now, and luffy, wide-eyed and wanting, leaned in to suck on your breasts greedily.

“can i make you feel good like this too?” he asked, eyes half-closed, mouth still on one of your breasts — the view from heaven, in your opinion.

“you can eat me, luff,” you replied, your voice almost a muffled groan.

“eat you... that’s it. i want to eat you,” he said, voice low, like the idea might disappear if he said it too loud.

you stood up, making luffy frown and prop himself up on his elbows to watch you. his eyes followed every move as you slid off your panties, his gaze trailing over your body from head to toe, sending a shiver through you — and making you wetter.

“lie down with your head near the headboard, pretty boy,” you instructed, watching as luffy promptly obeyed. he settled between the pillows, looking up at you anxiously, waiting.

“i’m going to sit on your face, okay?” you said, making sure he heard. he listened closely as you climbed over him, positioning yourself above his strong body until your thighs framed his face. his eyes were fixed on your dripping pussy, and one of his hands reached up to touch it, sliding through its folds. a moan escaped you at the contact, your breath hitching. you placed his other hand on your thigh.

“give me three slaps if you feel like i’m choking you, right?”

“yeah,” he gasped.

when you lowered yourself, luffy didn’t hesitate — he dove in like a man starving, devouring you with ravenous enthusiasm. he was clumsy, yes, but eager. his tongue dancing up and down, exploring every nerve, while you subtly rolled your hips or guided his movements. the sounds he made — wet, noisy, obscene — filled the room.

you were already throbbing with need, the knot in your belly unraveling fast, pulling you toward the edge. maybe it had been ten, maybe twenty minutes of luffy fucking you with his tongue — but considering how often you’d touched yourself thinking about him, it was more than enough.

you arched your back, whimpering and writhing, as he kept going, murmuring into your pussy, making a glorious mess. you loved that boy — and you already loved the way he took you to the peak.

a few more licks from him, passing through your hole to your clit, and you came undone — your mind went blank, and a grunting noise escaped your throat. your legs weakened, trembling along the insides of your thighs as the orgasm crashed through you. luffy licked up every trace of your release, making you moan his name even louder.

"you’re so sweet," luffy murmured, his voice hoarse, his face soaked. "i’ve never tasted anything this good before."

"i’m glad you liked it, luff," you said, your breathing slowly beginning to steady. then you lowered yourself onto his lap, his erection pressing hot and firm against your stomach — admirably huge. when you kissed him, you tasted yourself on his lips. before pulling away, you adjusted him on the pillows until luffy was settled and comfortable, then looked at him:

"i need you not to move too much — your dick is big, and i’ll have to ease into it first. can you do that for me, baby?"

"okay, i’ll stay put," he said.

you grab his cock and guide it through your slick folds, making luffy close his eyes and let out another loud moan. then you position the head at your entrance. even though you’re already prepared and soaked, as you ease him in inch by inch, you still feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. luffy’s noises grow louder with every bit of him that disappears inside you.

“oh, fuck... you’re so tight,” he gasps, voice thick with pleasure. “shit, that feels incredible.”

you can’t help but moan in response.

once luffy was fully inside, you pause for a few seconds to adjust, then begin to ride him slowly. after a few minutes, your body has adapted to his size, and the rhythm shifts — from slow rises and descents to smooth, grinding motions that draw out both your pleasure.

luffy gazes at you with his mouth open, the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies. his eyes can’t seem to decide between your face and your bouncing breasts, which he stares at whenever they’re not rolling back in pure bliss.

as the rhythm grew intense and steady, and luffy’s hands stay anchored on your waist — not guiding you, just feeling you — you give it a try: squeezing his cock as you ride him. it’s not timed or precise, just a teasing pulse to test the waters.

luffy lets out a sharp groan, gasping as he feels it. "what is that?! ohhh—fuck, that feels so good."

"something i wanted to give only to you," you whisper, voice low and warm, your breath still shaky against his skin. "not just a fuck — but everything i’ve been holding back. all of me, for you."

now that you had his approval, you keep going. you move up and down, squeezing his cock in steady pulses, milking him as you chase your own orgasm. the sounds luffy makes only push you further — his cock slams deep into your walls, and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm. but you want him to come first.

"babe, i'm close," you murmured. "will you come with me? cum in me?"

"yes— oh shit, i want it so bad— i'm so close too," he groaned, stretching his neck.

you stopped squeezing him and sped up your hips, leaning in to kiss and suck on his neck. he moaned louder, then climaxed hard, filling you with his release. you kept grinding against luffy, your clit pressing into him until your own orgasm hit hard, making everything around you disappear for a moment.

when it was over, you found him sprawled across the bed — hair tousled, lips swollen, neck marked, with a few accidental scratches on his chest. he'd definitely need to wear a shirt for a few days.

you pulled out and felt your shared release drip down your leg, a warm, sticky mess, before curling up beside him. your fingers traced lazy, meaningless circles on his chest. you looked up at him again — and god, you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again.

"did you like it?" you asked softly, your voice breaking the silence.

he turned to you, catching his breath, and pulled you close.

"it was amazing," he said, breathless at the memory. "can we do this every year?"

his smile was contagious. "we can do this every week if you want. happy birthday, sweetheart."

he sighed contentedly, closing his eyes, satisfied. you then got up to clean yourself, always feeling his gaze on you, quietly following your every move. when you finished, you snuggled into his chest, sleep tugging at your limbs. you wanted a shower, but you were too tired to move.

"thanks for the gift," he mumbled, already slipping into sleep.

you just hugged him tighter — and fell asleep too.

it was his birthday, but you also got something that day.

all works belong to @solsticic — 2025. do not copy, steal, translate, repost, or feed to ai.

[thefandomsfervent]

JayVikMel x Reader Four Glasses and a Bottle

minors DNI.

Summary: You aren’t sure how you got here. There had been talks before. Talks. That was all. Talks and imaginings. Ideas that were hidden in drunken conversations. Jokes that lingered in the air too long. Now you’re here, in Jayce’s apartment.

AKA - A fic where Viktor and reader are dating, Jayce and Mel are dating, and everyone likes each other. A lot.

Word Count: +3.4k

There is no plot. Reader is AFAB with female pronouns.

Tags: Slight Overstimulation, Polyamory, Cunnilingus, Plot What Plot, Gratuitous

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Dinner was going well at least, but the energy in the room was tense. Dessert forgotten on the table. A bottle of wine had been uncorked hours ago, sitting in a bucket of ice. You were nursing your glass slowly, it was lukewarm now. Mel had two already. Viktor and Jayce? You weren’t sure how many the two had drank. Not because they had too many to count, but because Mel kept her eyes on you all night. Golden freckles glinting in the low light of the living room.  She was enchanting. Viktor hadn’t really spoken much that night, his hand on the small of your back whenever you were together. Jayce and Mel had kept the conversation flowing for most part, you chiming in on occasion. Viktor offered small hums in acknowledgement, only ever speaking if he disagreed with a statement.

All four of you knew why you were here. You have a feeling that the councilor is enjoying drawing it out. Watching as you swirl your wine for the umpteenth time in this last hour. Watching when you bring it to your lips. The blush that had been creeping up your neck since dessert was definitely to your ears. You could feel the cool breeze of the window on them, on your cheeks. Jayce had been drawing patterns on Mel’s leg, her dress pulled higher and higher. Soft calves, lush thighs, smooth skin. You look away but Jayce catches your eyes. A hungry hazel gaze. You breathe out slowly, quietly. Viktor notices and plays with your free hand. His fingers opening and closing your own. 

“And you?” Mel’s talking to you. Has been for the past couple of minutes it seems. 

“Hmm?” You try to remain nonchalant. It fails, she sees right through you. You know she does. She laughs, a quiet rich sound. Like a bell cleansing the air. 

“Do you want more wine?” She’s getting up, walking towards you. Jayce doesn’t join her but does lean forward to watch. Waiting. 

“Oh! No thank you. This,” You raise your glass,” is plenty.” You sip some partly in show, and partly to quell the sudden dryness in your throat. It doesn’t help. 

Right. It’s a red wine. “Water, maybe, would be nice.” This was going to be a long night. 

“Sure.” Ever the pleasant host, she brings you some. Her hand so warm in contrast to the glass. It lingers there when you grab it. “But some liquid courage might help your nerves.” Fingers ghosting over yours. 

“Viktor?” her voice pulling his attention away from your hand. The fiddling stills. “How do you deal with such a tantalizing pet.” You almost choke on your water. “Easy to tease, I presume?”

The heat on your face multiplies tenfold. Viktor’s hand presses firmly into yours. He keeps his gaze level with hers, waiting until she sits down to answer. 

“The same way you deal with yours.” Oh. Oh it’s happening. It’s happening now. Were you ready for this? You had to be right? You were. He feels you tense, hand moving to your knee. The circles he’s drawing would usually soothe you. Now? They’re lighting a fire. Every inch he’s touching is burning. “Discipline and Reward.” His other hand is on your back now. You regret taking off your coat earlier, despite the heat emanating off your skin. 

“I think we have different rulesets.” You’re looking at Jayce, to see what he’s thinking. But his gaze is on Mel, a lovesick puppy. A man utterly devoted. Her hand is snaking up to his hair, tousling the brown-black locks. He’s leaning back in her touch, humming. Eyes closed. It deepens the swirling in your stomach, and somehow calms your nerves. “Reward and Training.” 

A long night indeed. 

“Well then, how should we start?” She’s standing again, Jayce with her. It’s hard to look at anyone in the room now. You stare at the floor. You feel Viktor pull you up with him and you don’t fight it. Now more than ever you need grounding, direction. And he would give that to you. 

“Perhaps somewhere more comfortable.” Your lover replies. She leads you to Jayce’s room, a couch facing the bed. She gestures for Viktor to take it, it has more room. She wastes no time in starting to disrobe. She was utterly beautiful, all three of them were in their own way. You felt self-conscious. Jayce helps her before shedding his own layers. Viktor’s taking off his shirt, but not his pants. He grabs your face with both hands, looking you in the eyes. Cool thumbs rub circles into your cheekbones, a small smile to soothe you. You reach up and grab his forearms.  It grounds you and he leans closer to kiss your forehead, your nose, your mouth. He pulls away when you sigh, much calmer than before. 

“Koloušek, help me with my belt.” It’s a question and not. It’s a command. You’re nodding, hands moving on their own accord. Muscle memory navigating metal and leather. He leans into your ear. “Are you ready?” You nod. Slowly, but you nod. His amber eyes looking into yours. Lids lowering. “Can they touch you?” You’re nodding again, a little faster. You were ready for this. For them. He turns you around, hands gentle on your shoulders and pulls you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. 

“You are wearing too many clothes. Both of you.” It’s Jayce speaking now. He looks to Mel, who’s naked body is stretched along the couch. Like a goddess amongst people, like she lived like this. She gives him a dip of her head, royal hand gesturing at you. Viktor beckons him forward, and softly pushes you back up to Jayce. You try to stand steady, confidently. He’s holding his arms out. As if he was only expecting a hug. His big arms surround you in warmth. He smells like oil and cinnamon and sweat. “I’m nervous too.” his voice reverberates through your body, his chest muffling the murmur you reply with. “But we’re in good hands aren’t we?” You nod and his hands are undoing the strings of your dress. It pools around your feet and despite the lack of clothes you were still too hot already. No bra tonight. You knew it would get in the way. Yet you still had a pair of underwear on. For posterity if not to show that you had nice lacey sets. To present you as a well groomed package. 

Viktor is standing again too, leaning over your shoulder to kiss his fellow scientist. His hands find your chest, your back, the hem of your underwear. He’s pulling them down, and you widen your stance. Lifting a leg when necessary. You were well-trained. You can hear a whine and it’s not your own. It’s Jayce’s. You can’t move. Not that you want to, you’re caught between the both of them, watching Mel watch the three of you. She had a third glass of wine in her hand. 

“Help him out Jayce.” Is all Mel has to say for him to pull away from you and circle behind Viktor. Scruffy kisses on your lover’s neck. You move to sit with Mel, tentatively taking the seat next to her. She’s looking at you with desire and playfulness. A cat with its toy. She sets her glass down and leans towards you. “Don’t be shy. Come here.” Her arms pull you to her, but just enough that she can push you down onto the couch. Your legs are parted open for her to lean in between. Her pretty arms caging you on either side of your head. “Look at them.” Her nose is nudging you to face Jayce and Viktor. The former had Viktor in the same position as you, his pants had been pulled off at some point, forgotten at the edge of the bed. Jayce was kissing him so softly, like you do. It pulls something in your chest. Something hungry. “They look good don’t they?” Her voice is like honey in your ear, soft bites at the column of your throat. 

“Can I touch you?” You barely get it out as a whisper. You feel her smile into your neck, a hand pulling your arm to her chest. An answer. You’re moving slowly, cataloging every curve and dip. You’re trailing down her stomach when she kisses you. She tastes like wine and salted caramel, the dessert from earlier sweetening her breath. You’re whining against her lips, especially when her hands settle on your waist. Your hips buck into hers and she pulls away.

“Do you want your lover back, Viktor?” You mewl at the loss of contact. You’d never kissed someone so soft before. So sweet. “She seems desperate.” She nips at your bottom lip on the last word. When you chase her lips with your own, she pushes you back down. “Uhn-uh-uh. Behave.” Mel doesn’t miss the way you gasp at that. “Eager to please, aren’t you?” You're nodding dumbly at that. Putty in her hands. You’re leaning into her again when she speaks. “Why don’t you go back to the bed and let the men take care of you. Such a pretty girl.” 

The two perk up at that. Separating. Viktor is sitting up, opening his legs and patting his lap. You feel sluggish, head spinning. So much movement happening in such little time. Mel helps you up, waiting for you to cross over before she lays back down. Watching. 

Viktor is holding your legs open with his own. rubbing soothing circles on your hips as Jayce leans down. His puppy dog demeanor is hard to believe when his eyes hold a sweltering heat in them. He looks at you before looking to his partner. You feel Viktor nod at the crook of your shoulder. He's kissing your neck, nibbling on your ear. And Jayce is leaving small love bites on the inside of your thigh. His breath fanning over your obvious arousal, cool on your hot skin.

He spreads you open, fingers dipping dangerously close to your true center. He doesn't push in, just holds you open and stares like it's the finest meal he'll have in years. Mel is watching from the couch, swirling her wine in one hand. When you catch her green gaze you whimper. She hums in response, eyes narrowing in delight.

“Go on Jayce, don't leave the poor girl waiting.” He dives in, slow circles of his tongue to start. The contact has you leaning into Viktor. His hands on your side, moving slowly up to your chest. You can feel him behind you, straining in his boxers. It's hard to think about anything and you've barely started. So many eyes were on you. Two sets of hands. 

"You taste so good” Jayce is slurring over his words, wet slurps against your core. His voice is deep with want. He's speeding up, still not delving into you more than the occasional slip of his tongue. He's focused on your clit, hands rubbing a ticklish spot behind your knees. 

"Tell us more, let her hear your devotion." Mel is trailing one jewelry adorned hand over her breast, she's laying on the couch. Propped up like the muse of a painting. Kneese barely parted. 

"So fucking good. Needed to be here like this. For you." He looks up at you, chin shining with your slick. 

He's growling against your flesh at the eye contact. Eating like a man starved and you can't hide your gasps any longer. You don't know what to say. You don't know if you're supposed to say anything. Viktor's hands find your breasts. Knuckles slowly dragging on the underside of them as he starts to grab at you. His long fingers kneading, pushing and pulling, letting the weight of them shift in his palms. He's whispering something you can't quite understand. Rutting against you when you push back at a hard suck on your clit. He's biting at your ear and your eyes screw shut. 

You're close, already, you realize this and the moan that leaves you is a high keening sound.

"Please."

"No dear, not yet." You open your eyes at that. Your breath is getting harder to control. It doesn't get any easier when you see Mel lower her hand to between her thighs. Her beautiful hand setting a slow pace for herself. She knows she's asking the impossible and offers you a painful mercy. "Jayce, come here." He doesn't move at first, he's still licking at you and you're breathing heavier as you approach the peak. She calls him again, firmer. Sharper. "Jayce." He pulls away, pupils blown open and eyes apologetic as he leaves you to sit with her. She pulls him towards her by his hand, down for a kiss. It's filthy, mouths open, you hear his groan when she deepens it. Your arousal is shared on both their lips now. 

Viktor taps your hip twice for you to get up. Standing on shaky legs you turn to face him. He's freeing himself from his boxers, lithe hands peeling the fabric away. You can't hide the hungry look in your eyes at how pretty he is. Length springing forward and caught in one hand as he beckons with another. You move to straddle him. 

"Impatient. Kneel." Simple words. Observation and command. You whine but follow his order. He's stroking himself slowly, amber eyes almost hidden by blown pupils. He smirks at you, his bottom lip red like he's been biting it this whole time. You're scooching closer to him. 

"Please” you ask again, voice wavering. He doesn't answer you, just puts his good leg forward. You know what he wants. You sit up, straightening your back as you set yourself on the shiny leather of his shoe. 

"Do not move." He tells you. Your legs are sore from being held open by him and Jayce. He knows that. His half-lidded eyes staring down, daring you to disobey. You do your best to listen. A shake has set in your legs as you sink down slowly. The cold of his shoe helps soothe you some. Not much. Want is growing in you by the second as you hear Jayce and Mel behind you. Mel is laughing at something and when you turn around you see why. Jayce is kissing her neck, his beard tickling her ear as he ruts against her stomach. Her elegant arms playing with his hair. He's whimpering, whispering pleas to be inside her. To be good for her. You clench around nothing.

"Don't look at them, look at me." A hand on your jaw. A thumb in your mouth. You're mumbling apologies around it. Tongue swirling around the digit. You're gently grabbing at Viktor’s wrist. Needing to be anchored, eyes watering at his disapproving tone. 

"Koloušek" his voice softens at the tears welling. "It is okay, you are doing so well."

"You just got distracted. It's okay, come here." He pulls you up. He's kissing your face, trailing his fingertips down your back. "Do you want to watch?" He whispers in your ear. You nod fervently. "They are pretty. Yes?" You're whining again, misdemeanor forgotten as heat settles in your core again. He turns you around like you were earlier, holding himself up in one hand. You've done this before. You sink onto him. Back to his chest. The action is slow, every inch of him stretching you open. You let loose a breath at the feeling, mouth opening. Viktor is groaning at the heat of you. When you're flush against him he wraps his arms around you. "Don't move love. Just watch them" you're so full and you feel like you're going stupid. 

He is so warm. Holding you tightly against him. He curses when he feels you clench around him, your walls fluttering when you see the two lovers before you. 

Mel is smiling at Jayce, he's already spent himself once on her chest and stomach. The contrast obvious on her skin. They are sitting up, and she's rubbing soothing shapes into his arm. He's nuzzling against her neck again, golden shoulders heaving as he takes deep breaths. She looks at you again, sitting on Viktor's cock. Her eyes are dragging over you, past his hold on you. To where you are connected.  He can't help a thrust when you tighten again, or a second when you let out the most pitiful whine that night. 

"Well aren't we lucky," she's looking at you but speaking to the Zaunite. "Such devoted lovers. Such good listeners." Viktor just hums, chest rumbling against your back. she's reaching down, grabbing hold of Jayce's softening erection. He jumps at the contact, leaning further into her touch. "What should we do?" This time the question is directed at you. She's pumping her hand up and down, softly kissing Jayce’s temples as she awaits your answer. 

"Let him fuck you." You're blushing hard, panting. You want to move so badly. You want to feel Viktor go in and out of you. You want Jayce to make Mel feel bliss. You want bliss. 

"Quite the command." An airy laugh before she lays back down. 

"Well?" She's looking to Jayce "Don't disappoint her." he's climbing over her, lifting her waist up with one arm, one hand curled on her hip as the other lines himself up. He's groaning when he pushes inside. Head falling back, mouth open. Hair stuck to his forehead. It's a beautiful sight. Her eyes fluttering shut as she wraps her legs around him. He's rocking slowly at first. Her little sounds of pleasure joining the heavy breathing of the room. Viktor starts moving too, one hand finding your clit and another holding your hand. Fingers intertwined as he begins to quicken his pace, grinding slow circles into your core, rubbing gently on your bud. It's too much, the visuals, the sounds, the sensation. You don't have time to warn him before you're cumming. You're crying out and squeezing his hand hard. He doesnt stop, just flips you on your back and fucks you through it. His balance is off, kneeling on his good leg. Letting his right leg hang off the bed. He's cursing as your back arches, forcing him deeper into you. "Fuck.” It's quiet at first but he repeats the word over and over as he gets closer. You're thrashing against the bed. It's too much.

Mel is egging Jayce on. You hear the couch start to creak. Telling him he's doing so good, that he feels so good. He's between cries and growling, obviously pushed over the edge too. You can hear his rough sob as he cums, and her gentle groan at the feeling of being filled by him.

Its’ too much. Viktor hasn't stopped either. His thrusts were getting sloppier but he hasn't stopped, you don't know how long you're like that. Dangling over another edge as he pumps into you. You feel a cool hand on your face, brushing hair out of your eyes. You know you must look a mess right now, fucked out of your mind. Someone is kissing you gently, the sensation opposite from how rough Viktor is going. Wine. You taste wine. Mel is kissing your face, telling you how good you're doing. "Do you know how fun it is to see you like this? Behaving so well for us." Jayce is behind her, holding on like he can't bear a second without her. He's eyes are on you. Still dark but soft. Tired and content. He's holding one of your hands rubbing a thumb into your palm. A second, softer orgasm rushes through you, your eyes are watering again.

Viktor's hips stutter at the feeling. He pulls out and strokes himself. Once. Twice. And paints your stomach in his release. He leans back, hands on your thighs as he collects his breath. He looks down at you, covered in him. At Mel cooing over your face. And Jayce pressing himself into both of you. Jayce looks at him, his other arm raised for him to join. He's sore. Exhaustion setting quickly in the room. Talks of everyone bathing later fading as he settles on the bed next to you.

Despite the stickiness of everyone's skin, it's a comfortable piling that happens. A tender silence that fills the room. Breaths even out, soft caresses for everyone’s come down. The first of many nights like this. 

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[the-greywarren]

Breaking point

Inspired by this post by @reddtulips:

Age rating: explicit, 18+

CW: Rough sex, anal sex, heavy make-out, sort of choking but not really?

Word count: 1.333

A/N: I was this post by @reddtulips and I just had to write it out, thank you so much for letting me 🫶

The door hadn't even fully closed when Ghost slammed Soap up against it, rattling the thin walls of the barracks. He pinned Soap's hands above his head, kissing him with a bruising passion he hadn't been able to unleash in weeks.

They had been on a mission in the middle of the desert for just over a month, forced to share a tent with Price, Gaz and a few other soldiers. They'd manage to catch a few private moments in between, stolen kisses and quick gropes over the pants like a couple of teenagers, but the tension between them had only grown with every hurried touch.

So of course, as soon as they landed back on base and Price dismissed them, the two of them had vanished in a cloud of smoke, heading straight for the barracks and losing Gaz twenty pounds in the process (poor sod had bet they would at least shower first).

Ghost hadn't even fully taken his mask off yet, only pulling the balaclava up over his nose so he could lick his way into Soap's warm mouth, biting at his lips and tugging, pulling small whimpers from the sergeant.

"Fuck, Lt," Soap moaned when Ghost broke away from his lips, moving to bite and suck at his exposed neck. He was already panting, rock hard in his pants and writhing in Ghost's grip.

"What Johnny? Tell me what you want," he rasped, licking a wet strip up the column of Soap's neck before taking his mouth again with his own, dipping his tongue into Soap's waiting mouth. Soap moaned louder, grinding his hips forward to try to get some friction from Ghost's thighs slotted between his legs. Ghost just pressed him harder into the wall, until moving became almost painful and Soap's wrists started to ache.

"Come on sergeant," Ghost teased. "Cat got your tongue?" Soap groaned, slamming his head back against the door when Ghost moved his thigh against him, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

"Shit, fuck, I- I need you to fuck me, right now," he said, words blurring together in his rush to get them out. Ghost kissed his cheek, his forehead, nuzzling their noses together softly, lips hovering just out of reach of Soap's

"How, Johnny. Tell me how." His lips brushed against Soap's with each word, rough and wet with saliva.

"Missionary. I wanna look at your bonny face as you fuck me," Soap gasped out, rewarder by another kiss from Ghost. He finally released his wrists and Soap took the chance to wrap his arms around Ghost, still dressed in his full gear. He started pulling at straps and undoing clasps as Ghost led him towards the bed. Ghost did the same to him, pulling his shirt off over his head and pulling him forward by the belt on his trousers.

Soap reached up, pulling Ghost's mask off roughly and tossing it to the side, running his hands over Ghost's rugged face. He hadn't seen it all mission, and he intended to look at him as much as he could as long as he could.

Ghost spun them around, shoving Soap onto the bed. Soap stared as Ghost undid his belt and shoved his trousers down along with his pants, kicking them off to the side. He stood in front of him, soft light from the bedside lamp emphasizing the contours of his sculpted body.

Ghost raised a brow at him and Soap started undoing his own pants, moving as slowly as he could and watching as Ghost's eyes followed his every movement. His piercing brown eyes sent shivers down Soap's spine as he raised his hips, tugging his trousers down slowly.

Ghost snapped as soon as he saw the wet spot on Soap's pants, soaked through with his precum. He surged forward, tearing Soap's pants off of him and pushing him down on the bed with a hard hand on his chest. Soap smirked up at him, pupils blown so wide his blue eyes seemed almost black.

Ghost reached for the bottle of lube on his bedside table, squirting a generous amount into his hand and coating his cock with it. He sighed loudly at the contact, mentally chiding himself for how close he already was. He locked eyes with Johnny as he ran his lubed up hand between his cheeks, making him shiver again.

"You think you can take it, or do you need some time to adjust?" he asked. He knew Soap usually liked it when he fucked him with no stretching beforehand, but he always made sure, just in case. Soap's smirk widened and he laid back, spreading his legs wide for Ghost and wiggling his hips.

"I can take it, sir," he said, voice laced with challenge. Ghost stroked a hand over Soap's thigh, from his knee down to his groin, moving his hand away from Soap's hard cock and grabbing his hip.

"You remember your safe word, Johnny?"

"Aye sir. Yellow for slow down, red for stop," he said proudly. Ghost smiled, brushing Soap's cheek.

"Good boy," he whispered, and pushed into Soap's warm hole. Soap's moan was absolutely wrecked, his back aching as his hands grabbed for Ghost's arms. Ghost tried to go slowly, but the soft walls enveloping his cock like a vice urged him on. He bottomed out in seconds, barely stopping before he started pulling out again.

He moved back until his tip caught on Soap's rim before pushing in all over again, pulling another heavenly moan from Soap's lips. He was trying his best to keep looking up at Ghost, but his eyes threatened to close with every powerful thrust.

Ghost fell forward onto his arms, hovering above Soap as he fucked into him, slowly but deeply, wringing filthy moans from Soap's lips every time he moved. Soap's grip on his arms was bruising, his short nails biting into Ghost's skin.

Ghost was already closer than he wanted to be, sure he wouldn't last much longer even if he tried, when one of Soap's hands let go of his arm and grabbed at the chain of his dog tags, pulling it hard until Ghost was forced to move closer to him. Soap wrapped the chain around his hand, holding Ghost in place as he crushed their lips together, his tongue diving into Ghost's mouth, brushing against the roof of his mouth.

Ghost growled, the pull of his dog tags against his neck and Johnny's possessive behaviour urging him on. He gripped Soap's hips, pulling him towards his hips as he fucked into him faster and harder, chasing the climax cresting inside of him. Soap was close too, his cock twitching against his abdomen and dripping precum steadily.

Johnny bit at his lips until they bled, licking it up and shoving his tongue back into Ghost's mouth. He was moaning uncontrollably, chest heaving as he fought to breathe, too desperate for Ghost to stop kissing him. Ghost's mind was full of him, his scent, his taste, his touch, as he thrust into him faster and faster, his rhythm faltering as he came, filling Johnny up with his come.

He fucked Soap through his orgasm, letting go of his hip with one hand to wrap it around his neglected cock. He had barely even touched him when Soap came as well, spilling ribbons of cum over his chest and pulling harder on Ghost's tags, the chain leaving red divots in his hand.

Ghost moved his hands to rest on either side of Soap's head, raking his fingers through his messed up hair. Soap was panting as if he'd run a marathon, his legs trembling on either side of Ghost's hips. Ghost smirked, kissing up Soap's neck and nibbling at his jaw. Soap leaned into Ghost's touch, fucked out and limp in his arms, eyes dazed.

"I love you, Johnny," Ghost whispered, kissing Soap softly on the lips. Soap smiled, cupping Ghost's cheek with his free hand.

"I love you too, Simon."

[wench-of-the-woods]

I have no excuses.

[joelmiller-lover]

Truck drives and blowjobs

18 + warning

764 words , 3993 characters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64951312

Joel took you everywhere, he made sure you and Ellie were always safe. So once you were all at Jackson, he felt like he lost a bit of his purpose. Ellie was safe, and you were too. He was just Joel in Jackson. Which is why he took on runs, anything to help out, make himself feel useful. He still enjoyed taking you on runs, this time was no different.

The older man got the truck packed while you grabbed some clothes. Joel wanted to fill the truck with supplies so you knew you’d be gone for a while. You made sure to give Ellie a kiss on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the truck.

It had been a week and Joel was always driving, and when he wasn’t he was grabbing things or sleeping. You were on the way back to Jackson and you both needed energy. You leaned over Joel’s lap while he rambled about nonsense on how he didn’t find everything he wanted. Slowly you undid his belt, Joel’s head turning down to you “I- What the hell’r you doin’? We’re on the road” You lifted your head “Keep driving, I want to get to Jackson by tonight”

Joel shuddered but kept driving, trying to ignore the way your hands undid his jeans. Your lips pressed against the cloth around his dick, pre-cum already leaking. His hips bucked slightly as his breath shook “Fuck..” He muttered

After a bit Joel grew impatient, he needed your mouth so badly. He craved it. It had been a week since he felt your mouth, let alone anywhere near his cock. He was touch starved from going to sex daily, then nothing for a week. You caught onto his neediness, pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to come out.

His tip was against your lips, the salty flavor of his pre seeping between your lips. His cheeks were dusted pink, head slightly back while he still kept his eyes on the road. He wasn’t worried about cars, but more so trees or railing or even infected.

Joel’s pubes brushed against your cheek while your hand made its way down his length. His breath hitched as he slightly swerved “Joel, calm down” You looked up, watching him nod with a sharp inhale. “Yeah- Yeah calm down”

You brought your head up to his tip, slowly licking. His soft groans filled the almost silent truck. He needed you, he hadn’t felt your touch recently which made him even more pent up. When you started licking up his shaft he tossed his head back, causing the truck to swerve a bit. He almost immediately looked back in shock, forcing his eyes to stay on the road. Even if it took everything to not look down at you.

Joel brought one hand to your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. He was trying his damndest to not buck his hips, he knew you’d kick his ass if he did. You gripped onto his boxers before pushing your head down all the way. As Joel felt you choke against his cock he let out a long string of moans, his grip tightening in your hair. “Holy- Fuck I can’t-“

Your saliva dripped from Joel’s cock to his boxers, not that either of you cared in the moment. He let go of your hair to grab a fistful of your ass, not caring if he left a few mark. He felt himself growing loose as your tongue coated his shaft, cheeks a bright red.

As Joel grew closer and your jaw ached, he just had to pull over, he was going to lose his mind. His whimpers filled the truck as he pulled into a patch of grass on the side of the road. He led out a string of nonsense as you kept bobbing your head, his pre leaking into your mouth.

“Wa..wait I’m close, I’m close-“ Joel’s grip on your ass grew tighter as he tossed his head back, moans of just your name and random curses filled the air as he came. You pulled away, swallowing and bringing a hand to your jaw “Fuck..”

It took Joel a bit before he composed himself again and was back on the road to Jackson. He kept a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes as they pulled into the gate.

Tommy stood, his brows furrowed and arms crossed, watching you two get out. “Y’all get everything?” He smirked as his eyes met yours “You’ve got a lil’ something on your lip”

[lacebird]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as KURT MATHESON The Last Man (2019) | dir. Rodrigo H. Vila

[badkitty3000]

Anonymous asked:

THE ONE FROM THE TRAILER BITTING HIS LIP AND THE SITTING ONE OH LORD HOLD ME BAAAACK please write something for those specific ones (+ last 2 ones duh) like i don’t even need plot atp the one bitting his lip made me go feral 😀

I needed a few days to work on this, but I got it done! This ask is referring to a post I made featuring some sexy Five gifs that you can see here.

And well, you said no plot was needed, so here you go!

Summary: You and Five get down and dirty on the train. 1.3k words

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, blow jobs

You hadn’t stopped nagging him about it since he came back and he told you about the never-ending time traveling subway that only he could access. He had deciphered the map fairly quickly after accidentally getting stuck and it had only been a few weeks for him, and only a few minutes for you. But in those few, lonely weeks, he had needed something to occupy his mind, and so he dreamt up multiple scenarios involving the two of you on that train. After your steamy reunion, when he told you about them, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

So, now here you both were, standing at the bottom of the subway stairs as the first train came squealing to a stop in front of you. Five wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He wanted this, but just because he had made his way out before didn’t guarantee that he’d be able to do it a second time. If you became lost in time, unable to get back home, he’d never forgive himself.

With a worried glance back at you, he saw that gleam in your eye that only meant one thing, and fuck, he was not a strong enough man to resist that look. Biting at his lip with hesitation, because he knew he shouldn’t be risking this, he gave in. When the doors slid open, he took your hand and led you inside.

The car was warm in contrast to the chilly platform. As it started to pull away, while some unintelligible voice that sounded awfully familiar spoke overhead, the hum of the train and the darkness of the tunnel created a false sense of security. As Five sat down, he spread his legs just enough to convey what he wanted. Then he looked up at you, settling into the seat like a king on his throne, resting his arms across the back, and raising an eyebrow. You knew what that look meant without any words being spoken.

Get over here. Now.

You obeyed his silent command, and you stood in front of him while his hand roamed up your bare thigh and under your skirt. You had specifically chosen to not wear any underwear today, and when his fingers grazed your bare ass, he smirked; clearly pleased with your wardrobe decision.

“On your knees,” he said plainly.

Dropping down onto the hard and dirty train floor, you rested your hands on his thighs. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, Five shrugged off his overcoat and began unbuckling his belt. Just the sound of the clinking metal made your mouth water and your pussy ache. As he freed his hard cock, stroking it a few times, you licked your lips.

“Go ahead, honey. Make Daddy proud.”

There was nothing to say to that, and it didn’t matter anyway, because a second later your mouth was filled with his thick cock. Hissing through clenched teeth, Five dropped his head back. You knew how to drive him crazy by sucking hard on the head and using your hands to stroke his shaft and fondle his balls. The rocking of the train helped you out, and you moved your head up and down with the steady rhythm. Lights would pass over and then disappear again, creating a hypnotic effect over both of you. When you looked up, he was watching you again, those steely green eyes piercing right through you. 

“God, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he moaned, petting your hair gently while you choked and gagged on his dick.

Hearing him praise you like that would have soaked your panties if you had been wearing any, so instead you felt a warm trickle of wetness slide down your inner thigh. You increased your pace, quickening your hand and hollowing your cheeks to suck him off as hard as possible.

Five’s groans were growing louder and you focused on every beautiful sound that came out of his mouth. The way his breath caught in his throat, the thick swallows, the sharp gasps of air drawn in between the quiet whimpers you knew he was trying to hide. With his hand on the back of your head, he sank lower into his seat, opening his legs wider and thrusting his hips into your face.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured through clenched teeth as his fingers flexed in your hair. “Keep going, just like that, honey. You know how Daddy likes it.”

Removing your hand from around his shaft, you took his entire length into your mouth, shoving it down your throat with each bob of your head, and expertly working through your gag reflex. This was nowhere near the first blow job you had given him, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. He loved watching you kneeling before him, worshipping his perfect cock with your hot mouth. But doing it here, in this weird, supernatural traincar, while your bare knees ached from the hard floor and you had no idea where you were going to end up… that just made it all the more erotic.

You could tell by the higher-pitched grunts and erratic thrusts of his hips that he was about done. With his cock slicked with your spit, you removed your mouth and started to jerk him off fast and hard, sliding your fist up and down at a frantic pace while Five let go of your hair. His eyes closed and lips parted as he let out a long, low moan.

“Fffff-UCK!” he cried out, right before he released himself to your amazing handwork.

Long ropes of cum spurted out of his twitching cock and into your open and waiting mouth. You lapped up the bitter-tasting semen, swallowing as much of it as you could, while the rest dripped down your chin and neck, and covered the front of your dress in white streaks.

As the last few drops were expelled, and Five’s hips stilled and then relaxed into the seat again, he let out a long sigh. When you let go of his slowly softening dick, you sat back on your heels and licked your lips and then the palm of your hand as you stared up at him with a coy smile.

“How was that, Daddy?” you asked, resting your chin on his knee as you blinked up at him.

“So damn good, darling,” he breathed out.

As you stood up and Five started to pack himself into his pants again, the train began to slow as it approached the next stop. You held onto the pole while the brakes screeched loudly and that same odd voice spoke gibberish through the speaker. You peered out of the grimy windows, trying to read the large neon sign that was just outside the platform. 

“Where are we now?” you asked, a little worried.

You had been hoping to stay on the train for a little while longer. Your groin was still throbbing and dripping wet, and you had assumed he would be repaying you for your generous service in the form of either his mouth or cock. Or both.

But when Five stood up and took your hand, the doors opened and he started to lead you out. You hesitated at the door, poking your head out and staring curiously at the sign that you could now read clearly.

“Max’s? What is this place?”

To your surprise, Five grinned widely in that way that meant he was up to something. Then he pulled you onto the platform, taking your chin in his hand and kissing you long enough that when he pulled away you whined a little at the loss of his lips on yours.

“Five, my dress is covered in your cum and I am not wearing any panties. I was also kind of hoping you’d you know…” you pointed to your much-neglected crotch region. “... Take care of this for me.”

He chuckled, pulling you along as he headed for the weird, random deli up ahead. “Come on, darling, I think you’ll like this place. They’ll take real good care of you here.” He looked back at you with a smirk. “And don’t worry about your dress… it’s about to get a lot dirtier.”

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Thank you for this ask, this was fun!! ❤️

If you'd like to check another amazing sexy Five one-shot, featuring some very sexy artwork based off of a couple naughty pics that are included in the original post, @kaybreezy3000's Lips Of Wine will not disappoint 😉

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“Hot…”

Sorry guys had a bf for like 5 mins broke up with him and now I miss him (I could jus be ovulating idk) Also got hit in the head with a ball today (we love pe <33) any tips to gain back aura? Anyway stay sigma and enjoy 

Oh btw this is inspired by literally every Toji smut fic trust I probably read them all (#numberoneTojigooner✋🏼😪😔)

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You were the first (and last) person to ever break up with him

👉Im not really sure how to tw but its really just pure smut mhmm 69 pose uhm mating press, praise, he spanks her like one time uhh toji takes more of the assertive role jus lmk if i need to add stuff👈

Word Count: 3,515

“I just don’t think this is working…”

You say immediately darting your gaze elsewhere the split second his emerald gaze interlocks with yours.

Toji had to admit the sudden abruptness had caught him off guard. He's usually the one ending things with his flings yet even then if it ended like this he felt he wouldn’t bat an eye. Why was he so irritated the moment those words left your perfect mouth?

He rakes over your form; from your captivatingly long eyelashes, the way your outfit hugs your divine body, the way your pretty hair frames your face and oh god his favorite… the way you look at him as if he’s the only man alive.

He knows he needs to get a grip. He was not one to beg by any means but damn.

How could you say those words while looking at him like that?

He’d been hesitant to even date you initially but your soft personality that he mistook for a thorn in his side ultimately won him over. When did he begin to think he couldn’t live without you?

That’s when yesterday's events hit him when he officially asked you to move in with him, he almost chuckles at the reminder of the expression you had.. Like a deer caught in the headlights.

 He raises a brow, the scar on his lip slightly curving up. Toji was a simple man even in moments like these he knew why you were running and he couldn’t help but find you all the more adorable for it.

“Is that so…”

He drawls out the ending as if what you said was a question and not a statement. He inches closer to you not missing the way you inch back.

Oh he was not having that. His toned arm snakes around your waist as if it were always meant to be there, the space between you both almost nonexistent.

You feel heat rush to the tips of your ears. It’s not that you didn’t like him…if anything you liked him too much it was just nerve racking, you wanted to be with him all the time and when he looked at you like that how could you not want to kiss him.

Toji full on smirks now…  he loves it when you get like this. The way your resolve crumbles right in front of him at the slightest touch. The way your face was so easy to read. Your lips move and all he notices is the slight stutter in your voice.

“Y-yes I just don’t…”

You trail off not knowing the right words to express how you feel. How do you explain your breaking up with him because of potential clinginess or fears he could grow tired of you? Words lost as thoughts swirl through your brain.

Toji was never a patient man but for you he really did try. God did he find your overthinking cute most of the time but right now it seriously was pushing that patience he tried so hard to learn for you.

“Don’t what sweetheart?”

He says as his other hand moves to the side of your cheek cradling your jaw sweetly caressing your skin. 

You look at him once more, his touch growing distracting. Did he know what he was doing? Did he realize what effect it had on you? Your voice, lower than before as the words escape you before neediness can.

“Just.. don’t want to annoy you..”

The breathiness in your voice wasn’t lost on him and he couldn’t help but finally let the chuckle he’d been holding back escape him. You really were just so cute. 

His weary patience had finally  snapped his lips melting into yours.

Your eyes widen at the suddenness of his action yet you subconsciously inch closer for more. It was almost as if your body had been begging him to touch you. When he pulls away you have to fight the urge to suppress a whine voice breathy and shocked.

“mnn~ y-you can’t kiss me if I’m breaking up with y—“

He doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence going in for more. His grip around your waist tightens as he pulls you into his chest. Your brain almost forgets what you were saying, lost in the sensation of his tongue taking charge over your mouth, the only reprieve being when he chose to speak.

“If you think your annoyin…just wait till i'm done with you”

Toji was fully captivated by you. He couldn’t help himself roaming the hand on your waist under your shirt. Screw patience if it had you thinking like that. He would make sure all you could think about was him tonight.

“mm~ Toji we shouldn’t—“

God the way you breathily said his name had his cock twitching in his sweats.

“shh lemme think for you pretty”

He says between kisses, hands trailing down your thighs carrying you without a care in the world. His kisses trail down your neck letting out a guttural groan at the way you squirm instinctively wrapping your arms around him.

You're sprawled on the bed and he doesn’t waste a moment before going back to trailing kisses down your neck, hand resuming its place under the hem of your shirt, lifting it up. You make even a plain bra look so sexy… Your flushed cheeks and neck, the way your legs rub together craving more….

Just how could anyone part from this?

“mmm.. perfect…all mine”

Your brain is a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Was it really okay to take things further with him? Be so official? You wanted to harp more on these thoughts but being exposed in front of him led to the forefront of your mind. His declaration had your mind in spirals, pooling to your already drenched core.

“F—ahhh Toji please~”

You had no idea what you were begging for but as his lips trail down your stomach you lift your hips heat rising as he chuckles at your eagerness nonetheless giving you want you asked for removing your bottoms with one swift motion.

“So polite…This wet already baby?”

Toji smirks loving your eagerness, the feeling being more than mutual.  He wanted nothing more than to shove his aching cock into your plush walls but you were nowhere near ready to take him. He runs two fingers along the damp fabric intern causing it to rub against your core.

How embarrassing you thought instinctively going to close your legs stopped by his grip on your thighs. You let out a yelp feeling his breath so close to your core mouth agape feeling his hot tongue through the fabric hips bucking into him. You wanted—no needed more—needed him.

“Ahhmn~?! f-ah more~!”

He’d make sure to keep a mental note of just how weak you were to pleasure. Hell he was practically memorizing your body so enticed by just how sweet you were. Toji holds your hips in place pulling your damp panties down to your ankles. He chuckles between your legs tickling your aching heat,

“mmm what an eager little thing…”

You smelled so sweet and he felt his aching cock twitch at the thought of being inside you. Practically begging to feel you but he uses the little restraint he has to tease you a bit more.  Licking a stripe up your entrance giving it an oh so sloppy french kiss before looking up at you, his  lips glistening with your sweet honey.

“Mmm c’mon pretty tell me you want me..”

The way his tongue was teasing you had you whimpering, unable to suppress your sounds, unable to buck your hips into him because of his grip. 

Truth is you wanted it all— everything he could give you but you were scared of that commitment. Hitting you with that in a moment like this showing him all of you..his surprising understanding..his effort.. you nod shakily.

“mmhmm.. wan’ it Toji haa~ need you so bad”

Your voice is so breathy and that’s all he needed to hear before lapping your wet folds as if it were his last meal. He needed to taste you, his tongue moving with crazed skill hitting you just right as the heels of your feet dug into his sheets.

“gah~! Gonna mnnn im~! Please can I?”

Toji maintains eye contact in that moment, letting out a guttural groan pulsing against your aching heat. You asking something so sweet at such a corrupt moment, enabling him with so much power, reminding him just how much you trusted him. He loosens his grip on your hips, hovering over you for what felt like too long now that he got a taste of you.

“fuckk give it to me pretty l-let me mmn taste you~”

And with that his mouth was back on you like some starved animal. You felt right on the edge as his tongue sunk back into your needy cunt hitting just the right spot. Your hands tangled into his raven locks as your back arched off the bed. 

“C-cominggg~!! f-ah wai— mnngg!!!”

The gush of your sweet sweet fluids had him weak. He kept at it going through your orgasm. Your mouth forming the cutest ‘o’ shape. Your grip on his hai,  almost painful yet Toji never felt more pleasure filled. He doesn’t think anything could compare to the taste of you. Pulling back lips and jaw shamelessly coated and on display with your sweet essence.

Your head was a dazed mess. It’d been a while since you had done it with anyone but after Toji you hope he would be the only and last. You don’t know what came over you, brain too lust filled, hands tracing the band of his sweatpants breath still uneven looking up at him.

“mmm pleasepleaseplease need you so bad Toji..only you f-ah just you”

As the words leave your mouth you sit up kissing his leaky tip  through his boxers looking up at his emerald eyes.

“please…~”

Oh

Oh

Oh someone shoot him if he were to ever let you go. Just when did a timid little thing like you learn to do that? It took everything in him not to ram himself into you.

 But how could he say no when you looked so perfectly doe eyed all on your hands and knees. He almost forgets you were here supposedly breaking up with him, he could almost laugh if he weren’t so utterly turned on by you.

“your not ready f’r me yet pretty”

He says as he cups your jaw, eyes lighting up as if he came up with the best compromise. 

Before you have time to protest he manhandles you so that you're on top of him in only the most shameless of ways. His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt closer as you’re facing his rock hard cock begging to be sprung from his boxers, your cheeks flushing at the lewd position.

“W-wai Toji didn’t mean thi— mmng~!!”

You yelp as his fingers enter your slick cunt. Your mind blanking at the moment he combines that with licking your aching bud. 

“Jus giving you what you were beggin for… Don’t tell me you don’t want it, baby?”

He knew what he was doing you thought…But even so you couldn’t not deny his words freeing him from his boxers. Pupils widening at the size and girth of his veiny cock. Hands gripping his thighs when he goes back to stretching you out. 

Cheeks painted a fresh crimson as your mouth meets his tip kissing and tasting his salty precum unable to hold back any sound escaping you. You lick a stripe up his curved cock slowly taking in what you could. The side of your mouth stretching at his girth hollowing out your cheeks the best you could.

“fuuuuckkk jus like that pretty… doin so good f’r me”

The praise makes your stomach swirl clenching around his fingers now three going in and out of you. Oh you were such a naughty little thing…so perfect for him. His head lilts back for a moment when you take in his full length the feeling of your warm plush tongue sending waves through him.

“mmm~ atta girl”

You don’t even need to tell him how close you are. He can feel the way you clench around his fingers mouth resuming it’s previous position in a way that has you crying out although the sounds are  muffled having your mouth stuffed full, the vibrations making him let out a moan.

Unable to take anymore you lift your head unable to breathe with all the pleasure he was giving you, the praise going straight to your head so close to your second orgasm drool on your chin, cheek on his thigh a moaning mess. A whine escapes you when he pauses his movements brain already half stupid his warm tongue… the thickness of his rough fingers everything felt too much.

“mnn~!”

He could only imagine how out of it you looked already. Maybe he was still frustrated at the notion of the way you would rather break up with him then admit you wanted him.

 He wants to push you just a little more.

“ah-ah keep working that pretty little mouth of yours f’r me”

Your voice is breathy and he almost feels bad but just watching your walls twitch at his words —oooh were you such a naughty girl.

“C-cant~… please~”

His hand cups the fat of your ass caressing it and then pressing a reverberating smack!

A warning.

“mnngh~?!!”

Your eyes widen going back to your previous movements, tongue swirling on his plush swollen tip.

He pauses at the way you clench around nothing, your movements so sinful; a stark contrast to how you usually are. You were sooo filthy…absolutely made just for him.  It takes everything in him to not finish right then and there as he continues to lap at your sweet honey god you were so addicting.

“Toji~!! not gonna la—ahh~ mmnn~!!”

He didn’t need you to say anything with the way your walls were clenching around his three digits and tongue. Your thighs coated with slick from your first orgasm he groans finding that spot that drives you crazy, his mind melting at the way your moans vibrate around his long thick cock. 

His ego wouldn’t let him cum before you, one hand moving to push your head down while the other gripped your thigh replacing his fingers now with his tongue completely.

“Fuuuuuckkkk pretty give it to me~ cum for me”

It’s as if that was all you were waiting for, practically mush at the lack of oxygen from having him hit the back of your throat. He groans, tasting your sweet sweet essence already hooked. He doesn't think anything could compare to the bliss he felt.

“y-yeahhh ….that's my good girl~”

He draws out groaning as he feels himself tip over the edge. Your eyes widen tears falling from your pretty eyes down to your flushed cheeks as you taste his salty cum in your mouth. 

“mmpphh—?!”

His grip loosens in your hair tugging you off with a pop! as he laps at your sensitive core. He was a starving man and it’s as if you were the only cure. Feeling your shallow breath on his thigh…it wasn’t a want anymore he needed to be inside you.

With one swift motion he manhandles you so your back hits his mattress as he lines his leaky sensitive tip with your entrance. 

Toji takes a moment to bask in just how wrecked you were. The way your wet lashes lazily met his gaze with that sweet expression you’d only ever show him, your flushed cheeks the way your breasts followed every movement of your ragged breath, your glossy lips coated in a mix of light drool and his cum.

You were such… a sight.

“~huff~ need you so bad… please Toji”

The way your voice takes on a broken lilt as if you couldn’t survive without him has Toji wasting no time. Just hearing you he knew the feeling was mutual. He couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking his thick mushroom tip through your warm welcoming walls.

If he was no better man he would have bottomed out right then and there. He’s not even half way in yet and your already tensing. He lowers himself kissing your neck. 

Toji was never the affectionate type, if it were anyone else he’d ram it in. It was only ever about him and what he felt. 

But you… 

Oh he’d warship anything that had your name plastered… the way in which  you were so giving he now made it his mission to make you feel so good you’d never think of leaving him again. Toji wanted—no needed you in the most primal gut shattering of ways… it was almost pathetic. 

He’d already gotten a taste and no way was he pulling out now.. Not when he’s so close to reaching a sense of bliss he himself did not know existed. A bliss teetering so close to being a drug.

And for this very reason he’d found himself taking in your needs first whispering sweet nothings nipping that one spot by 

your ear he knew drove you crazy.

“You can take me pretty… doing so ah~ good f’r me”

You whine at the stretch squirming almost instinctively trying to run away. He was just soooo big even after everything it was still a stretch that had your brain going fuzzy again. Tears prickling your eyes with a fresh set as he kissed them away. The pain slowly faded as pure gratification began to sink in.

“Fu~ahh Toji~!!”

He notices the way your face begins to contort with pleasure once he fully enters you and he wasn’t far off either. The way your plush walls that tasted so sweet were hugging and clenching around him had him so close to bottoming out. But no he wanted you both to reach that high one more time.. together.

“Mmmm pussy was jus’ made for me baby~”

Toji says gruffly as he starts to move slowly at first then picking up the pace when your plush walls flutter against him. He holds your thighs up so your knees press against your soft tits. He wasn’t sure if he could ever escape the feeling that you. His scarred lips find yours and lord help him with the way you lazily follow his tongue a mix of whimpers and moans has him.

The moment he isn’t attacking youre kiss swollen lips you're letting out breaths and moans of how he’s “too deep” yet its as if you're begging to milk him for all he’s worth.

“s’ that so? ah~ can’t help it when she’s squeezing me so tighttttt~”

Your brain is a mess you're so beyond overstimulated feeling another orgasm follow along yet you can feel the tenderness within the moment. He was pressing against you in the most tantalizingly practiced of ways. The only thing left in your static filled mind is thoughts of him.

“mnngg~ cu~ahmm gonna cumm”

Before you even say anything he can feel your walls clenching around him in a way that has his mind wrecked. He continued pressing that spot ramming into you as if he were a madman and couldn’t dare to part with you.

“mmm~ ooohh fuck~ gonna cream pie this pussy.. s’ that what you want?”

All you can do is helplessly whimper and nod as your body shudders on the cusp of ecstasy.

He’s practically tipping over the edge himself as he grabs your chin inching closer breath mingling with yours.

“mmm c’mon use your words~”

Your mouth opens and your eyes roll back feeling your orgasm crashing upon you. Your ears pop everything so intense words spilling out of you.

“~!ahhmm yesss f-ah wan’ it ~ need it—need y-you mnng please”

You're a babbling mess and he can’t help but relish in the sight of it.

He’s utterly ruined at your whimpering pleas bottoming out in your sweet inviting walls continuing to thrust as you squeeze him for all he’s worth. The way your walls flutter he can feel your buzzing orgasm only adding to the ecstasy that racked his body and brain.

“fuckkk~ t-take itt yeahhh —fuckkk~ mmm good girl~”

You're both breathless as you shudder feeling the aftermath of your orgasm eyes fighting to stay open as he shifts, placing your legs tenderly on the bed slowly pulling out in a manner that has you letting out a low mewl. He lays next to you planting a slow sensual kiss onto your plush pink lips admiring your marked up figure.

“still wanna end things?”

He says lazily scarred lip twitching in the beginnings of yet another smirk as if daring you to challenge him

You can only let out a light breath before sleep washes over you, still conscious enough to witness him pulling the covers over you both, as his arms securely wrap around you holding the answer to his own question.

Ive never written smut before it's kind of a weird experience to write but so thrilling to read. Hence the lack of posting that and like eight mid-life crisises anyway I hope it was enjoyable for you all as always open to criticism!

Title and fic inspired by the song "Hot" by Cigaretts After Sex

[thepinkpanther83]

I had this idea for Eddie because his hair looks so fun to play with- you’re just chilling, watching tv on his couch and his head is in your lap. Without thinking, you start petting his hair, twisting the curls in your fingers and scritching at his scalp. Eddie would be torn between the soothing brain tingles and how good the contact feels and turns into a puddle of goo, with or without spice. If not your speed, no worries! I just love how you write Eddie and reader and this idea had me swinging and kicking my feet. 😅

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Cover image by: Hellfire_Mvnson

Curl Me Up, Stroke Me Slow

One-Shot Request: “Curl Me Up, Stroke Me Slow”

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

💌 Author’s Note: Thank you to my sweet Anony 🌻🦡 for this irresistibly tactile prompt, your idea had me swinging and kicking my feet, too. 😘 I had way too much fun bringing this one to life. Hope it gives you all the warm fuzzies and the brain-melting heat you were craving! 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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🎸 Summary: It starts innocently, just you, Eddie, and a lazy afternoon on the couch. But when your fingers find their way into his thick curls, what was sweet and soothing turns sinfully indulgent fast. Turns out, Eddie Munson isn’t all that great at staying still.

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“Curl Me Up, Stroke Me Slow”

The couch creaked as Eddie flopped down onto it like a man dramatically dying of exhaustion. He stretched his legs out with a groan, one sock slipping halfway off his heel, the remote barely making it onto the coffee table before his hand gave up and let gravity win.

You were right behind him, dropping into your usual spot with a half-full bag of chips and a can of soda sweating condensation onto your palm. It had been a long day, errands, band practice, Hellfire drama, Dustin again, obviously, and the two of you were spent. And not in the good way.

Outside, the sun was starting to set. Inside, the TV was humming with the low growl of some B-grade horror flick that neither of you were really paying attention to. The light from the screen flickered over the room in irregular flashes, cool blue, blood red, flickers of shadow across the wall. But it wasn’t scary. It was quiet. Safe.

Eddie sighed, loud and unapologetic, then shifted so his head landed, plop, right in your lap.

“Comfiest pillow in Hawkins,” he mumbled, eyes closing with immediate dramatic flourish. “Might need to keep you here forever.”

You snorted. “That’s bold, considering I’m charging rent now.”

One of his eyes cracked open. “Is it by the hour?”

“Per groan.”

He groaned again, louder this time, just to be an ass.

“Cool. I’m already in debt.”

You rolled your eyes, but your hand drifted automatically to his curls, just brushing over them as you got comfortable. You didn’t even think about it, just the natural pull of your fingers to him, like magnets drawn to soft static.

Eddie didn’t react right away. But then he exhaled… and it lingered. Like he’d been holding it in all day, and now that he was here, now that it was just the two of you on this beaten-up couch with popcorn salt in the cushions and holes in his socks, he could finally breathe.

The movie droned on, all grainy violence and terrible dialogue.

You weren’t watching. Not really.

Your fingers started moving again.

Slow. Absentminded.

Tracing a lazy path through his curls, just above the nape of his neck.

He made a noise, so soft you almost missed it.

Not quite a purr. Not quite a sigh.

Just a sleepy, involuntary sound of something in him unwinding.

You didn’t stop.

Why would you?

His hair was a dream. Thick and tangled curls and soft in places you didn’t expect. There were tighter curls at the base of his neck, little frizzed coils that wrapped around your fingertips. And when you started gently scratching at his scalp, just idly, lovingly, like you were reading braille, or petting a cat, he let out another one of those sleepy sounds.

“Hmm,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. “That should be illegal.”

You smirked. “The scalp scritching?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’d report me?”

“No. I’d let it ruin my life.”

You giggled under your breath, but kept going, twisting a lock around your finger, then untangling it just to feel the slip. His hair glowed a little in the TV light, strands catching that deep brown-cherry warmth that was usually hidden in daylight. You could’ve sworn you felt him sink heavier into your lap.

Eddie Munson, going boneless. Loaf Mode: Activated.

That alone was a victory.

But you didn’t notice the little tension sneaking into the line of his jaw. Or the way his breathing had started to slow, not from sleep, but from something deeper… warmer… stirring just under the surface.

And he didn’t tell you.

Because right now? This was heaven.

And Eddie Munson would happily let it ruin him.

You didn’t even notice when your fingers started getting more deliberate.

One minute, you were absentmindedly stroking his hair, watching some half-forgotten horror villain stumble through a foggy graveyard. The next, your fingertips had started combing deeper, scratching gently at Eddie’s scalp, brushing behind his ears, twisting his curls around your knuckles like you were testing something. Tension? Texture? His restraint?

Whatever it was, he was failing. Spectacularly.

At first, it was subtle. A twitch of his jaw. The way his eyes fluttered a little longer with every stroke. Then came the sighs, barely-there, but felt. Felt in the way his shoulder tensed on top of your thigh, in the way he pressed his head a little harder into your lap, like he couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t sink deep enough into the cushions… or you.

And then…

He made a sound.

Low. Raspy. Almost a groan, but it ended with a stretch, as if he could blame the noise on something innocent. Something platonic.

You looked down at him.

He didn’t meet your eyes. Just kept his lids half-lowered, lips parted, a lazy smirk ghosting across his mouth like he wasn’t coming apart at the seams.

But you felt it.

The shift.

His body wasn’t loose anymore. It was too still. Like he was bracing for something. Like he was hyper-aware of every place your hand touched… and didn’t.

You traced the curve of his scalp behind his ear and he shuddered.

This is fine.

Totally normal. Just friends. Friends watching movies. Friends who sit close. Friends who play with each other’s hair and scratch their nails just right and… fuck. What is my dick doing. What is my dick doing. Calm down, man. Be cool. BE COOL-

“Y’know…” Eddie’s voice came out low, thick, and full of grit. “Keep that up, and I might start purring.”

You raised a brow, but your fingers didn’t stop. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” His eyes finally met yours. They were darker. “Unironically.”

You grinned, letting your fingernails lightly trace his temple. “Should I be flattered?”

Eddie didn’t answer at first. He just watched you. Lips parted. Pulse visible in his neck. His chest was rising and falling a little faster now, but so was yours.

His eyes flicked down.

Dangerous territory.

You twirled one of his curls tighter, tugging at the root, and it pulled the tiniest gasp out of him… barely audible, but there.

Your legs shifted beneath him. You didn’t think about it.

The TV droned on in the background, mostly forgotten to Eddie. The space between you and him shrunk and thickened at the same time. The air felt heavier. The couch felt smaller.

Eddie swallowed hard. Shifted his hips slightly.

His arm brushed your thigh, and for a second, your hand stilled.

That second was electric.

And then it passed, and your fingers resumed their rhythm.

Slower now.

Teasing.

Torturous.

Eddie Munson was not going to survive this.

You weren’t trying to tease him.

Not really.

But the second you brushed your nails just beneath the edge of his jaw, scratching softly behind his ear and dragging down the side of his neck, you felt it.

That subtle jerk of his thigh.

The way his whole body stiffened just a little. How his chest hitched on the inhale.

Your hand stilled, ever so slightly.

Wait a minute…

You glanced down, just a flick of your eyes, and that’s when you saw it: the faint but unmistakable shape of his cock tenting the front of his gray sweatpants.

Oh.

You froze.

Eddie didn’t.

He cleared his throat, the sound hoarse, barely biting back a curse as he shifted again, an attempt to adjust himself without it being obvious. A fail, honestly. He was pink in the ears now. His face looked calm, but that calm was cracked. His fingers twitched on his stomach like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore.

Then his eyes flicked up and locked with yours.

Wrecked was the only word for it.

Dark, heavy-lidded, and full of an aching kind of heat that made your stomach flip. Your fingers were still curled just shy of his collarbone, the ghost of that caress still hanging in the air between you.

“…Did I do something?” you asked, voice quiet but firm. Genuinely curious. A little amused.

Eddie huffed a breath through his nose. “Not unless you’re deliberately trying to make me lose my fucking mind.”

You blinked.

He smiled, crooked, shy, and so turned on you could feel it radiating from him.

You tilted your head. “I was just playing with your hair.”

He laughed, but it came out breathy, like he couldn’t quite catch it. “Yeah. And I was just watching the movie.”

You looked at the TV.

There was a man being eaten alive by possessed vines. Neither of you had truly looked at the screen in twenty minutes.

“…So,” you said slowly, your fingers brushing his curls again, lighter this time. “You’re hard because I touched your scalp?”

His face crumpled like that physically pained him.

“Jesus Christ, woman, don’t say it like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… should I’ve said ‘aroused due to cranial stimulation’?”

“I will leave this couch.”

“No you won’t.”

You dragged your nails gently behind his ear again, and stroked down his neck just to prove it.

Eddie moaned.

Soft and mortified.

“Oh, fuck me,” he whispered, eyes squeezing shut.

Your smile turned sharp, hungry. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He opened one eye.

You were grinning.

And you were still touching him.

And he was about to absolutely explode.

The movie played on like none of this was happening, some poor final girl screaming on screen while the living room turned into a pressure cooker of heat and hunger.

You hadn’t moved your hand from his curls.

And Eddie…

Eddie looked wrecked.

He stayed frozen in your lap for a second too long, breath shallow, pupils blown, mouth parted like he couldn’t remember how to speak. You could see him weighing his next move, jaw flexing like he was fighting himself.

Then, he shifted.

Turned onto his stomach in your lap with a groan so low and drawn out it felt filthy just to hear. His cheek pressed against your abdomen, lips brushing the fabric of your shirt, and his hands, those big, ringed hands, slid down the outsides of your thighs, then crept slowly, slowly between them.

“Eddie,” you whispered, heart thundering.

He looked up.

And fuck.

That look.

There was nothing sheepish in it now. Just hunger. Raw, reverent, starving.

“You can’t stroke me like that,” he murmured, voice rough and ruined, “and expect me not to do something about it, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught.

His fingers ghosted over the seam of your leggings, teasing the dip between your thighs.

You squirmed.

He smirked.

Then he pushed your legs apart, slow but deliberate, his hands curling under your knees as he sat up on his own, kneeling now between your thighs, still staring up at you like you were made of fucking magic.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, pressing a single, reverent kiss to your belly. “If you want me to. I will.”

Your hand threaded into his hair again… this time not for soothing.

For leverage.

You tugged.

His groan vibrated into your stomach.

“Don’t you dare,” you said.

The grin that spread across his face was filthy.

“Fuckin’ love when you boss me around.”

He moved like a man on a mission, mouth trailing kisses down your abdomen, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings. He looked up one last time for confirmation, and you nodded.

That was all it took.

He dragged your leggings down slow, savoring it, kissing each new inch of exposed skin like it was holy. When he reached your panties, he growled.

“Pink?” he asked, cocking a brow.

“They were clean,” you muttered, flushed.

“They’re adorable. Gonna ruin ‘em.”

And then he did.

It started soft.

Lips brushing, barely touching, like you were testing the waters, seeing if this would break the spell or deepen it.

It deepened.

One soft kiss became two. Then three. Then a greedy, gasping fourth that had you both tipping sideways on the couch. Eddie’s hand cupped the back of your head, guiding your mouth against his like he’d needed this, craved it in the dark corners of his mind long before you ever put your fingers in his hair.

When you climbed into his lap, straddling him, his hands went everywhere. Palming your ass, dragging up your spine, clutching your hips like he could mold you to him if he held tight enough.

And God, the way you moved.

That first slow grind of your hips against his crotch made him whimper.

Yes, whimper.

Low and broken and real, like the friction was almost too much, his cock trapped against his thigh in his sweats, painfully hard now, aching for more.

“Jesus,” he hissed, bucking up just a little. “Fuck, baby, you’re… God. You’re soaked.”

Your shirt was bunched up under your arms now, his rough palms exploring every inch of your torso, your stomach, under your bra, feeling and memorizing like he’d never get the chance again.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you touch me like that,” he groaned, rolling his hips under yours again. “Can’t think straight.”

You smirked against his jaw, tongue darting out to taste the sweat beading along his throat. “Then shut up and let me do it again.”

And you did.

You rocked down, slow and delicious, grinding your clothed pussy against the thick line of his cock in his pants. He swore, head tipping back, eyes fluttering.

“Fuuuck… yeah, yeah, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop-”

You didn’t.

Your mouths met again, messy and open, teeth clacking and tongues tangling as you chased the pressure. His ringed hand slid down the back of your panties, grabbing a handful of your ass, fingers dipping dangerously close to where you were dripping.

“I wanna taste you,” he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked. “Wanna fuckin’ drown in it.”

“You will,” you whispered, grinding harder. “Later.”

Eddie groaned like he’d just been denied heaven itself.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

“And you’ll die happy.”

You were still in just your panties and a shirt, straddling Eddie’s lap like he was your throne, like he belonged underneath you. His hands were everywhere, gripping your ass, dragging you down to grind against the thick heat straining his sweatpants.

The way you moved? Languid, deliberate, sinful. A slow, teasing grind that had the head of his cock brushing right against your soaked panties through the soft cotton of his pants.

It drove him insane.

His breath hitched every time your hips rolled just right, dragging slick heat over his aching cock.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, fingers flexing hard into the curve of your ass. “You’re so fucking wet.”

You hummed against his lips, not bothering to hide the way your hips bucked a little harder in response. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and ruined. “That from me? Just from my hair through your fingers?”

You didn’t answer right away. Just smiled and did it again, grinding slow and firm, right where he needed it most.

Eddie choked on a curse.

“Shit… don’t do that. I’ll fucking cum like this. I swear to God- can’t get enough of you.”

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, before quickly removing your bra, and Eddie barely got out a strangled sound before your tits were in his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, already leaning in, mouth hot and open as it latched to your nipple. He sucked hard, tongue laving over the sensitive bud until it peaked, then moved to the other like he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t decide which one to worship harder.

His palms squeezed your tits roughly, thumbs flicking the tips while he bit, just enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers tugged at the waistband of your panties, but Eddie stopped you, growling against your skin.

“Let me,” he said, voice dark and dripping with hunger.

He slid them down with both hands, and when he got them off, saw how wet they were, saw how soaked you were underneath, he laughed.

Low.

Filthy.

Wrecked.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes wide with disbelief and lust. “You’re dripping for me. That’s so fucking hot I might actually pass out.”

You bit your lip and sank down just enough to slide your slick folds along the line of his cock again.

“Then maybe I better sit on your face after this,” you teased.

Eddie whined, whined, and grabbed your hips like his life depended on it.

“Deal,” he breathed. “But if you ride me first, I swear to God, I might cum.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “That’s the idea.”

Eddie’s hands were greedy. One gripped your hip, keeping you pressed against him, the other slid between your thighs like he had every right to be there, and honestly? After the way you were grinding on him, he did.

His fingers found your clit with practiced ease, the pad of his middle finger rubbing slow, maddening circles that made your whole body tighten.

“Yeah,” he whispered, watching your face like it was the only thing he’d ever believe in. “There it is. That’s what I wanted. Let me make you feel so good, baby.”

You gasped when he slid two fingers inside, the stretch perfect, the pace unhurried, just slow pumps, curling just right, stroking a spot that had your mouth falling open and your thighs starting to shake.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, already rocking your hips in rhythm, riding his fingers like you needed it to breathe. “Eddie…”

He leaned in, lips brushing your collarbone as he spoke, voice thick with heat.

“Bet you’d let me taste you right now,” he murmured, filthy and reverent. “Throw your legs over my shoulders, let me tongue-fuck you until you forget your name.”

Your breath caught. You clenched around his fingers, and he felt it, grinned like a man possessed.

“Ohhh, you like that idea,” he chuckled, voice smug and adoring. “Say the word, baby, and I’ll have you crying on my tongue in five minutes flat.”

You bit your lip, nervous but so fucking tempted.

He pulled his fingers free slowly, trailing them through your slick folds one more time just to watch your eyes flutter, then sucked them into his mouth with a groan that made your toes curl.

“Jesus Christ, you taste unreal.”

Your thighs tightened instinctively, and he clocked it immediately, pupils blown wide.

“C’mon,” he whispered, guiding you gently down onto the couch with him until he was flat on his back. “Sit on my face. Let me have you.”

You hovered above him, breath shaking, heart hammering.

“Eddie-”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

Your eyes met his, raw, tender, hungry.

You nodded.

“Then ride my fucking face, sweetheart.”

You climbed over him, straddled his chest, then inched up slowly, trembling and bashful… until your thighs framed his face, and he got his first full look at your soaked, swollen pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, hands gripping your thighs like he was about to pray to them.

The second your folds brushed his mouth, you lost your breath.

Eddie went feral.

His tongue licked a thick, wet stripe right up your slit, then circled your clit with dizzying precision. He sucked it between his lips, moaned into you like he was devouring the world’s sweetest sin.

Your hands shot to the back of the couch, hips stuttering as you began to grind against his face, the nerves and shyness melting away with every flick of his tongue.

He loved it.

Groaned like he was high on your taste. His tongue fucked into you, messy and hot, while his nose nudged your clit just enough to keep you right on the edge.

You were panting. Babbling. Shaking.

Eddie’s voice rasped from below you between licks, “That’s it, baby. Use me. Fuckin’ take what you need. God, I could die like this.”

And if the way you were riding his mouth was anything to go by?

You might just let him.

You didn’t even realize how tangled up you’d gotten until you were both breathless, your thighs shaking from the come-down, Eddie’s curls sticking to his forehead, his lips slick and red from absolutely worshipping you.

But you weren’t done.

Not even close.

“C’mere,” he rasped, voice wrecked as he pulled himself up, back resting against the arm of the couch. His chest heaved, the rise and fall of it downright hypnotic. His sweats were still clinging to his thighs, stretched over the hard, throbbing outline of his cock. “Wanna feel you around me.”

Your hands slipped beneath the waistband and tugged them down, revealing him fully, thick, flushed dark at the tip, leaking steadily with how long he’d been aching for you. His breath hitched when you touched him, fingers wrapping around the base.

“Jesus fuck,” he groaned, head thudding back, hips twitching. “You’re gonna ruin me for anyone else.” he murmured as he slipped off his shirt.

You didn’t answer. You just climbed over him, straddling his lap once more. The head of his cock caught at your entrance, and you both stilled, holding your breath like the next second would snap the world in two.

Then you sank down.

Slow. Deep. All the way.

Eddie let out a choked moan, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. His eyes rolled back, mouth open in stunned, desperate pleasure.

“Oh my God, sweetheart,” he gasped. “You’re so… shit- tight, fuckin’ squeezing me like you were made for it.”

Your head fell forward as you rocked your hips, adjusting to the stretch, the pressure of him filling you up so perfectly you swore it was science fiction. The couch groaned beneath you as you started to move, grinding, then lifting just enough to drop back down with a wet clap of skin on skin.

It was primal.

Unfiltered.

The kind of ride that wasn’t just sex… it was need.

Eddie was losing his mind beneath you, hips bucking up to meet each bounce, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, or a curse.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Take what you need. Take every inch. Fuck… look at you.”

You met his eyes as you rode him, hair falling around your face, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. He looked up at you like you’d hung the fucking moon.

And even though his jaw was clenched and his breath was ragged, you knew, he was holding on by a thread. Every nerve in his body was coiled tight, but he wasn’t letting go. Not yet. Not until you did.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, forehead slick against his neck, and your nails dug into the meat of his upper back. “Eddie,” you whimpered, over and over again like a chant, like he was holy and you were on your knees in front of a shrine. “Eddie, Eddie, fuck, don’t stop-”

You kissed him hard, sloppy and deep, and you moaned into his mouth when you tasted yourself on his lips. His tongue tangled with yours, hands everywhere, your ass, your waist, gripping your back like he was trying to leave fingerprints behind.

The heat was unbearable. The sweat. The friction. The gasping, wet sounds filling the trailer with every bounce.

And the couch squeaked like it was trying to keep up.

He groaned, hips stuttering for a second as you clenched around him. “Say it again,” he begged, barely audible. “Please, baby, tell me again, tell me how good it feels, tell me how much you need me-”

“You feel so fucking good, Eddie… don’t stop, don’t stop… please, I need you-” You were practically sobbing now, every muscle shaking as the heat coiled tight behind your ribs.

You met his eyes as you rode him, hair falling around your face, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. He looked up at you like you’d hung the fucking moon.

“I won’t,” he gasped, voice breaking. “I won’t, baby, you’ve got me… fuck… I’m yours.”

Those last words shattered you.

“I’m gonna-” you whimpered, voice trembling, thighs shaking as you ground down harder.

Eddie’s voice dropped low, rough and reverent. “Cum for me. Do it while I’m still inside you. Wanna feel you fall apart, sweetheart. Wanna fuckin’ feel it.”

You cried out, clutching his shoulders as the orgasm ripped through you, white-hot, mind-melting and overwhelming. Your hips ground down hard, helpless, riding the high as your entire body convulsed around him.

That’s when Eddie broke.

He came with a strangled sound, groaning your name, moaning into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips jerking and breath coming in broken gasps, cock twitching inside you. His grip on your hips went vice-tight, keeping you flush to him as he rode out every last pulse, his hips jerking helplessly with every pulse of heat he spilled into you.

It was messy.

It was perfect.

You collapsed against him, chest to chest, both of you breathing like you’d run a marathon, sweat and sex sticking you together in the best way.

He kissed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips, gentle now. Soft. Still trembling with aftershocks.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You really shouldn’t have touched my hair like that.”

He was still buried deep inside you, hands gripping your hips like they were the only thing tethering him to the planet.

Your chest heaved, breasts brushing his forehead as he slumped forward, completely spent. His curls clung to his flushed face, damp with sweat, and his lips moved softly against your sternum as he groaned your name like it was the only word he remembered.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment. Just panting. Heartbeats thudding in time. Skin sticky and slick where it pressed together. The couch beneath you was wrecked, smeared with sweat and sex and too much affection to clean up any time soon.

Finally, you exhaled a shaky laugh, fingers sliding into his curls again.

“Jesus,” you murmured, boneless and dumb with pleasure. “We’re a mess.”

Eddie didn’t lift his head. Just let out a choked little laugh into your cleavage. “I think you just rewired my fucking brain.”

You giggled, nudging your nose into his hair as he continued to stroke lazy circles over your bare thigh with a reverent kind of slowness.

“All this just from petting your hair?” you teased, smirking.

He finally looked up at you, eyes heavy-lidded and wrecked, and gave you that crooked grin that usually meant trouble.

“Yeah…” he said, voice rough. “You should pet my dick next.”

You snorted, smacked the back of his head gently, but you didn’t disagree.

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Kabr0z Writes Episode 9: Farm Work

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CWs: Noncon; kidnap; lactation play; transformation; restraints; corruption; forced impregnation; forced tf; bondage; probably a dozen things I've missed

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Maybe you stayed out a little late? Maybe you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? All you know is you got jumped.

It was on the way home after work, you hadn't noticed them get off the train behind you, hadn't heard them gaining on you. You only noticed them when the chemical-smelling rag was pressed against your face, and the world went dark.

You woke up already naked and sweaty. Your arms were bound down your back, forcing your chest to push out, showing off your tits in the half-light. You could hear shouting in the next room, then everyone went quiet quiet as a voice called out 

"Next is lot 35, female, mid 20's, recently acquired"

They pushed you forwards and you stumbled, your ankles tied so you could only take small, hobbling steps, your bare feet numb on the cold concrete floor.

You emerged through the door into a spotlight. Blinking against the light you could see the room was full of people but you couldn't see any faces. 

Everyone could see you, bare, glistening, unable to cover yourself. You cowered away from their gaze, and yelped when a man hit you across the buttocks with a cane.

The auctioneer started the bidding, calling out numbers and taking bids faster than your addled, panicking brain could follow them. All the while, the man with the cane was watching. If you slouched? Whack. If you looked down? Whack. If you tried to hide any part of you? Whack.

The gavel went down. You're not sure how much you sold for. You were led off into another room, then into the back of a van.

You weren't sure how long you were in there, gradually coming down from whatever they used to knock you out. When they opened the doors you were somewhere else.

A large man, bald and scarred, manhandled you up and tightened a collar around your neck. He attached a long pole to it and started to manoeuvre you out. You were pulled through a maze of corridors, into a room with dozens of other women restrained to the floor and groaning. A smaller man waited, dressed in riding gear and carrying a crop.

"Ah, the new arrival." He pulled out a torch and examined you by the light, prodding and poking, feeling your tits and forcing open your mouth to see inside "All her own teeth, reasonable build, looks perfectly adequate. Get her settled." He left the room by the door you came in. 

The large man pushed you to a space between two other women and attached your collar to the floor with a short length of chain before going behind you and connecting your ankles to the floor. 

You were stuck there, knelt down with your naked ass in the air, face inches from the floor. 

That's when you heard it. Something was being led up behind you. Something huge and snarling. You could feel it's breath on your behind as it got to you. It was smelling you. Then it was upon you. 

It was heavy on your back, driving your face and chest into the floor as it thrust it's cock over your ass. It felt huge on your back, already oozing fluids. You cried out as it found its mark and started pressing against your pussy. It slid off again and again as it thrust madly, over and under you, until it didn't.

The pain almost made you black out. It was bigger than anything you'd had down there, and it wasn't letting up. Again and again it pounded into you until you couldn't see for tears and your screams turned to hoarse whispers.

Only then did it slow. One. Two. Three last mighty pumps into your quivering, punished pussy before it held in its throbbing cock. How breath on the back of your neck, stale and damp. You could feel the cum filling you up, pooling in your womb. It pulled out, your pose stopping any from spilling out despite your loosened hole. Whatever it was was being pulled away from you. Drawn sullenly back to wherever it was kept. 

You didn't move for the rest of the day. Not that you had much choice.

You woke to a bowl in front of you, filled with a tasteless beige slop. You tried not to eat, the food making your stomach turn. You weren't given a choice. You had your face pushed down into it, forced to eat just to make enough space to breathe.

This continued for weeks.

You thought it was just the food at first, making you sick when you woke up. Then you realised you hadn't had a period yet. Then you felt yourself start to grow. Your belly and your tits both getting larger. You couldn't not notice it. They couldn't either.

You woke to someone hefting your tits. They were manhandling them into plastic cups, suctioned on around your growing nipples. Then they turned the machine on.

You groaned. The machine was suckling you. Gently pulsing the suction up and down to start milking your tits. It lasted for hours. Days. Eventually you felt yourself starting to give milk, you saw it flowing down the tubes leading from your body. 

The food changed. It wasn't just flavourless any more. Now there was something different about it, something strange that made your tits and clit tingle and throb. 

It didn't stop. All day and all night the machine would pump out milk, more and more as the drugs and your own body did their work. You felt something else as well. Your clit kept tingling and buzzing, the drugs and the unending stimulation keeping you on edge, always ready to orgasm at any moment. But the moment never came.

The handlers don't touch you now. You hadn't had the creature since the first night. You're nothing but a whimpering cow, mooing and braying on the machines.

Until you aren't.

The handlers are taking notice of you again. You're hearing them talking about you. You're almost ready. 

You wake to someone behind you. You wiggle your ass to get some attention, and feel something strange between your thighs. Your clit feels big and hard against your legs. It must be at least an inch long after all the drugs and the edging. You feel it. Another tube suctioned over your clit. You hear a button clicking on the machine milking you. The cup on your clit starts pulsing in time with the others.

It's too much.

You cum immediately, the orgasm causing your swollen pussy to contract and throb, begging to be filled with something, anything. You moaned and begged for the man behind you to just fuck you already, you didn't care any more, you just wanted him inside you. 

He walked away. 

You don't know how long the orgasm lasts. By the time you can think straight again you're face down in a puddle of drool, your hips still bucking in time with the suckling on your tits and your swollen clit.

The strange taste is still in your food. It feels like every few days your tits grow another size, your clit another inch. 

Then it happens. You can feel something welling up from within you, pulsing through you. It feels like something is travelling up the length of your distended clit, coming closer and closer until inch by tortuous inch it starts.

You cum. Your pussy cleanches and squirts, your body convulses and you thrust your hips forward reflexively.

You can feel something coming out of your clit. Thick, hot cum is flowing out of you in a steady stream, each pulse makes you cry out in ecstasy. 

The drugs, the humiliating position you'd been stuck in for months, the beast growing in your belly, all forgotten.

This is all you want. To kneel here. To be milked for everything you have. To be knocked back up whenever you finally give birth to whatever it is in your belly.

You won't leave here, not for anything

[tayl0rsvers1on]

easy, girl.

remmick (sinners) x female!reader

also on my ao3 💋 no judgment because genuinely this is the first time i've written since i was in my preteen wattpad phase

tags: PWP, whole lotta smut, period sex, breeding (if you squint), unprotected piv, unnecessary amount of nickname, aftercare

"baby.” he coos as he walks through your log cabin. his footsteps echo against the walls, before he stops behind your body, his hands rubbing from your lower back to your hips.

“y'seem off.” you roll your eyes at him, putting down your ink pen on top of the book you're writing in. your hands are partly stained by the ink, black splodges against your fingers.

“you're perceptive today. must be something in the air.” your snark catches him off guard, but he just smiles that sweet, slow smile he always does. he's completely unfazed. you could speak to him in any way, and he wouldn't blink a damn eye. stubborn ass.

“and you've got an attitude. you on, baby?”

you sigh and nod slowly, planting both your hands on the kitchen counter that you were previously leant over as you wrote. you thought that would've been obvious by now.

“can't you smell it?”

“yeah, but wasn't sure if it was you or the lingering scent of last night's... meal.” he shrugs, smoothing his hands up and down your waist, before tugging at your skirt.

the talk of him biting someone doesn't really faze you anymore. it's been a long time since you found out he was a vampire, and a long time since you'd accepted that fact and allowed him into your life intimately. you love him despite it all. even if it is a bit morally... wrong.

“remmick.” you scold. “i'm on. ain't no way you're fuckin' this.” you pull down your skirt a little, feeling a little self conscious.who'd wanna fuck that? surely it'll be disgusting for him, even being a vampire.

“when has it ever seemed like blood is a problem for me, darlin'? huh?” he smirks, continuing to hike up your skirts.

he bunches up the fabric in his hands and presses his hips into yours, so you lean over the kitchen counter a little. he grips your skirts in one of his fists and holds it up, as he inspects you.

“goddamn, look at that ass. ain't i the luckiest man in the world?” he grins, rubbing his calloused hands over the smooth expanse of your ass. the rough skin against your own softness makes your breath hitch in your throat.

he then hooks his fingers into your panties and rubs your hips through them, leaning down and pressing kisses up your neck and over your collarbone, teeth gently scraping against your skin.

“careful.” you say in a warning tone, shooting up a look at him.

“i always am.” he responds, and you can feel his smile against your neck.

remmick's hand slips forwards, to the front of your panties, and he slips his fingers inside, the deft and calloused digits trailing over your mound softly.

“you're fuckin' gorgeous, baby.” he says, handing you your skirts to hold up. he removes his hand and flips you back around, so the small of your back presses against the kitchen counter.

you scramble to hold up your skirt and the underskirts with one hand. as he sinks to his knees, your hand tangles into his brunette locks, gripping on tight.

he drags your panties down, off your legs, and admires the bloody mess in front of him. you gasp at the cold air hitting your clit, the sensitive nub already swollen, waiting for him.

then, you watch him through hooded eyes as he leans forwards and drags his tongue through you.he groans, your arousal and blood coating his tongue before he swallows it. “taste gorgeous, too.”

he dips in for another taste, and your knees wobble. remmick's hands loop around your thick thighs and hold them apart, his nails digging into your skin.

“like salvation.” he says, voice hoarse and raspy. “my own personal salvation. you gon' save me, angel?”

you nod. “always, rem.” because of course you will. you'd go to the ends of the earth for him, and he'd do the same for you.

he grins devilishly, and dips back into you, his tongue finding it's way to your fluttering hole, before dipping inside. you clench involuntarily, and his tongue floods with your combination of juices once again.

your head tips back, and his big eyes follow the line of your body as he devours you. your throat is completely exposed, and it looks good enough to-

no. no, remmick thinks, let's not go there. he knows the boundaries you've set. no biting, no turning. and he's respected that. he may be evil, but he isn't a monster.

well, he is. he's definitely a monster. but he would never do anything to hurt you. seeing you in pain would be his own version of hell.

he licks up you again, his lips attaching to your clit and sucking, as he trails two of his fingers up your thighs and to your pussy.

he dips one inside, and groans, pulling back a little. “damn, sweetheart. your lil' cunny is tight tonight. she wasn't prepared for a fuckin' on her period, was she?”

“remmick.” you groan. “you're makin' me wait.”

“impatient, too.” he grins, and then pushes his two fingers into your cunt with a wet squelch.

you gasp, hand gripping his hair even tighter than before, his scalp stinging, but he doesn't really mind.

his lips wrap around your clit once again, and his eyes flutter closed, savouring the taste of you. slowly, your hips start to grind against his face, and he chuckles throatily, his fingers moving more deeply within you.

quite quickly, he finds that spongy spot, and presses against it. you gasp and rut your hips upwards, legs wobbling.

“ah, there she is.” he smirks.

you don't have the brains to make a witty remark right now. all that's on your brain is getting finger fucked by remmick, and coming on his tongue. he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud, gripping your thighs even tighter as they start to clamp against his head, shaking with the exertion.

“remmick, fuck.” you whimper, tugging at his messy hair.

“you're gettin' tighter and tighter. makin' a whole damn mess of me.” he pulls back and watches your blood drip down his fingers and to his wrist. his pants tighten at the sight, pupils blown wide with lust.

“i can tell you're almost there, sweetheart. you just need t'relax.” he whispers, breath fanning against your throbbing clit.

you whine, bucking your hips in time with his fingers. your muscles are all tense with the incoming orgasm, eyes screwed shut and knuckles white with the force of you holding up your skirts.his thumb plays with your clit, while he leans back on his heels to watch you.

“that's it.” he says gently as he feels you clenching down around his fingers, juices spilling out of your body.

“that's it. attagirl. so fuckin' beautiful. easy, baby, easy.”

with that, your hips shoot off from the kitchen counter, head tipping forwards as your vision whitens at the edges. your core throbs around him, soft little pants coming out from your mouth.

“good fuckin' girl. that's it. oh, you're sent by god for a sinner like me. so beautiful.”

carefully, he pulls his fingers out of you with an obscene wet sound. he takes your skirts out of your strong grip, gently letting them fall to the ground, and then gets up from the ground. his knees ache, but he couldn't care any less. he tilts your chin up, observing how heavy your muscles look after the mind-blowing orgasm. your eyes are wide and glossy and a little unfocused, but he makes sure they're on him anyway.

he puts his blood soaked fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each digit and groaning.

“delicious.” he grins, mouth covered in blood.

you barely have any time to react before he's hoisting you up. with his big arms, he lifts you, hands hooking around your legs. he carries your boneless limbs to the bed, and takes off your dress carefully, unbuttoning the back with reverence.he brushes kisses along your skin as he slips it off, and then tugs it off from your hips.

remmick places the dress over the back of the big armchair in the corner of the room, careful with it as you'd probably tell him to be if you weren't so fucked out, and then heads back over to you. he leans in to kiss your red, plump lips, rock hard as he presses against your thigh.

“you up for more, baby?” he asks you gently, stroking his hand up and down your bare body.

you nod, smiling just a little. “if you are.”

“you know i am, silly girl.” he grins, unzipping his own pants and unbuttoning his shirt until he's just in his underwear. he takes them off too, his cock bouncing up against his stomach, before climbing onto the bed, knees either side of your legs.

“where do you need me, angel?”

“inside, remmick.” you whine, voice needy and wanton. “need you inside me.”

a soft chuckle resounds in his chest, hands skating along your thighs as he opens them up, wide enough to fit his hips.

he sees a mess of blood and wetness, and his dick throbs in front of him. he leans forward, and the tip of his cock catches on your still clenching entrance.

he smirks and pushes in, keeping a tight grip on your hips. a shaky gasp tumbles out from your mouth as he continues to push in deeper, your walls stretching around his girth as if it's your first time all over again. when he finally buries himself in, he groans, taking a moment to catch his breath. he squeezes your hips, assuring you that you have time to let yourself adjust to his size.

you then nod, hands coming up around his neck. he pulls out, before pressing back in, his pace slow at first, before attempting to go a little faster, his cock sliding in and out of you and soaking it in blood.

“fuck.” he groans, eyes closing. “you're as tight as a damn virgin, baby. takin' me so fucking—” he slams into you. “well.”

he leans his head down, his breath ghosting across your chest, before he attaches himself to one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth until it goes plump and pink and soaked in his spit.

the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix, and you throw your head back, nails digging into his back. “fuck— oh, fuck. there, rem. that's it.”

“oh, i know, baby.” he grins, continuing to thrust into you, lifting your thighs to wrap around his hips. “can see you reactin'. your little heart's pumping faster, your chest risin' quick. your pretty little pussy clutching me like a vise. keep movin' those hips for me, sweetheart. i know you can take it.”

you roll your hips upwards, lost in your pleasure. covered in scratches, his back heaves with each heavy breath and groan.

one of his hands slip downwards, and gather some of your slick, swiping it up towards your sensitive clit, and spreading it around it.

“ohhh, fuck.” you moan. “don't stop. please don't stop.”

he chuckles, his voice breathy with his own lust. “is that what you want? want to feel me for fuckin' days? want to be filled up so much you can feel me drippin' out of you?”

he thrusts in, and presses his hand to your belly, pressing down. “want to feel me right here? right in your little belly?”

you nod feverently, tits bouncing as he slams in and out. “yes. oh, god, yes!”he smirks darkly. devilishly.

“there ain't no god, baby. jus' me.” he plays with your clit gently, the slap of wet skin against wet skin getting louder and more frequent. each drag of his cock made his tip brush against your cervix, and you find your back arching up. he slips his bloody fingers into his mouth and sucks your essence off them, balls tightening.

“i'm— remmick.” you whine, unable to explain yourself.

“shh, easy, girl.” he whispers, before groaning at a particularly hard thrust into you. “you can let go, angel. i've got you.”

you let your body go lax, and he grunts as he feels his own impending release.

“inside, baby?”

you nod.

that's when your hips snap up, and your mouth opens in a silent scream. your cunt clamps down on remmick's cock, squeezing him tight and making his eyes roll back.

in the throes of your own climax, remmick starts to ramble. “gonna fill you up. fill this sweet little cunny up. take away all your cramps and all sorts. gonna fill you up till it takes.”

that last statement tips him over the edge, a loud groan slipping from his mouth as he topples forwards, his hot seed painting your walls. his neck strained with the intensity, dangerously sharp fangs slipping out at the loss of control, as spurt after spurt of his cum fills you.

remmick slumps down over you, still moving his hips a little to help you ride out your orgasm better. you shiver underneath him, eyes cracking open and smiling at the sight of him all spent.

he leans back and pecks your lips, smiling. “my pretty girl. ain't that right?”

outside, the sun has started to dip below the horizon, and you feel a sort of dread sink in your stomach. the post-orgasmic haze won't last long, because he'll be going soon. to bite some people, to kill some people.

ecetera, ecetera.

he frowns at your sudden change in expression, brushing your sweaty hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “hey, what's that for?”

“you goin' out tonight?” you ask, looking at the slowly fading orange hues of the sun.

“i wasn't gonna.” he replies. “can't leave you after i just fucked you, can i?”

you turn to him, doubt playing in your eyes. “you're stayin'?”

“course i am, silly girl.” he scoffs, but light-heartedly. “m'not gonna up and leave ya.”

slowly, he pulls out of you, his cum mixing with your blood and making your pussy pretty and pink. you whine at the loss, entrance fluttering around nothing.

“still lookin' for something to hold onto.” he muses. “she's a pretty thing, your cunt.”

he scoops up your mixed fluids and pushes them back into your clutching entrance. “keep it all in there, baby. ain't lettin' a drop go to waste.”

he closes your thighs and stands up from the bed, his sweat cooling against his skin and making him cold. he pulls a t-shirt and underwear on, and heads to the bathroom.

he comes back to you, sprawled out across your bed like an angel. he has a wet cloth in his hands, and he starts to wipe up your body with it. he swipes the warm flannel between your legs, cleaning up the mess he made. he presses a quick kiss to your lips, and pulls a pair of panties back up your legs.

he takes the cloth back to the bathroom and rinses it, before walking back to your bedroom. he finds you half sleepy, eyes closed and chest rising and falling steadily.

“hey, baby.” he whispers, pulling the covers over your almost naked body, and then tugging your body over to his, so he can wrap his big arms around you. “you did so well. made me so proud.”

you hum, feeling the love radiate through your body like warmth injected into you. “thank you. and thank you for not bein'... disgusted, i guess.”

“sweetheart, i'd never. there ain't nothin' disgusting about you. you're the most gorgeous woman i've ever met.” he presses a kiss to your head, holding you tight. “and i love you.”

you smile, and close your eyes, leaning into his gentle touch. “love you, too.”

[lunaatthezoo]

Rough (One-Shot) | Elriel Month 2025

🚨NSFW!!!!🚨

If you'd prefer to read on AO3, find it here.

I just had a random craving to write extremely rough Elriel sex during @elriel-month 👉👈 I also really wanted to try out blended/overlapping POVs. It's almost like they share one mind…

Summary: Elain & Azriel like it rough.

CW: general pain/impact play, choking, spanking/hitting, biting, scratching, blood play, power play, very light breeding kink. Everything in this fic is consensual ☝️

Thank you @a-court-of-lust-and-stardust for the idea of Azriel's shadows cleaning up pillow feathers 😂💖

Fic below the cut:

Elain shrieked as Azriel threw her onto their bed with his full strength, the frame creaking under the impact and the headboard smashing into the wall with a crack. Shadows burst from him in every direction as he did so, partially obscuring the room in swirling, undulating patterns of darkness.

Before he could even climb over her, Elain had thrust herself back up onto her knees and was ripping at his shirt, tearing the fabric from the neck down to his chest. Azriel snarled as her nails scraped the bare skin she had exposed, leaving angry red scratches down his chest. He kneeled before her on the bed and shoved her down again, flipping her over with rough hands before she could advance on him again. 

Elain gasped as he leaned over her and sunk his teeth into the base of her neck, straddling her with his massive thighs and holding her arms next to her head with brute strength. She struggled beneath him, wiggling, but he just laughed darkly and released her arms so that he could yank the skirts of her dress up over her ass.

A low sound rumbled in the back of his throat as he took in Elain’s lace-clad backside and the sheer stockings that enveloped her legs and ended in lace trim at the thickest part of her beautiful curving thighs.

“Fuck,” he ground out, before leaning down and digging his fingers so hard into Elain’s hips she cried out beneath him, even as wetness pooled at her core beneath her. She could almost feel her skin bruising beneath his punishing grip as he kept his fingers digging into her flesh while leaning down behind her, and she felt his teeth on the back of one thigh. 

Elain tried to look over her shoulder to see what Azriel was doing, but he suddenly shot a hand up and gripped her hair hard, turning her face back down to the bed as a whimper of need escaped her. Suddenly, his teeth were sinking into the flesh of her thigh just above her stockings, hard enough that she cried out again, knowing it would leave a mark. But Azriel was showing her no mercy tonight. Just as the beautiful pain became almost too much to bear, he released her, only to sink his teeth into her flesh once more just an inch or two away from the first bite. He held her still by her hair as he marked her with his teeth on the back of her thigh three times before gripping the edge of her stocking and pulling it down her leg with his teeth. When it got too far down her leg for him to continue with his teeth, Azriel reached back and tore the stocking clean off her calf, ripping it down the middle. He then moved over to her other leg, repeating the punishing bites and hostile removal of that stocking. 

Elain’s hips were beginning to roll against the mattress now, she was so overcome with her arousal and need for him. But then Azriel’s wing was suddenly sliding between her body and the mattress, one sharp talon pressing against her lower stomach dangerously close to her core, while one fist still held her hair and the other gripped her roughly on the hip again. 

“I’m not done undressing you,” he growled, smacking her on the ass so that the talon of his wing pressed even further into the soft flesh of her stomach, almost pricking her. 

And then he leaned down and bit her on the ass, too, right through her lace panties. He snarled as he ripped them off her body with his mouth, rolling his hips against her as he did. Elain could feel his cock, solid and massive, pulsing against the backs of her legs as he did so. Overcome, she shot a hand out and scraped a nail lightly down his wing against her. That had decidedly been a mistake, because Azriel flinched so violently his talon dug into her stomach and scraped across it, tearing the skin and drawing blood. 

Elain sucked in a sharp inhale of pain and Azriel froze, before he swiftly dismounted her and flipped her over. His face blanched as he saw the gash across her lower stomach. It was shallow, but it stung. Shadows began caressing her skin, seeking to comfort her. 

“Fuck, Elain, I’m so sorry-” he started, but she just raised her arms and pulled his head down roughly by his hair until his mouth was on hers, her tongue invading him as she devoured. She bit down hard on his lip, holding him captive until he growled and she released him. 

“I hurt you,” he said gruffly, running a hand over his face and moving to get up, despite his very obvious arousal. 

“It’s okay,” she breathed, her eyes aflame with desire despite the stinging in her flesh. Perhaps even because of the stinging in her flesh. “Just kiss it and make it better.”

Azriel looked torn for a moment, his eyes flashing rapidly between hard and soft, concerned and aroused. But Elain just reached down and gripped his cock through his pants, squeezing him hard until the fire returned to his eyes and he bit his lip, looking down at her. 

And then he leaned down, and licked the bleeding scrape along her pelvis, covering the hurt with his warm, wet tongue. And it was more than just a lick, it was almost as if he was…drinking her. She could have sworn she felt his throat swallowing against her. Elain shivered and writhed beneath him, and when he raised his head once more, his lips were coated in her crimson blood. He quickly drew his hand over her wound and glowing cobalt webbing stretched across the cut, sealing it. 

Elain licked her own lips as she surveyed her deep red blood shimmering on his lips, and he seemed to know what she wanted. He leaned down and kissed her, coating her own lips with her blood. They kissed hungrily, tongues and teeth and lips entangled, until both their lips were clean and Elain was once again dripping with need. 

“All better,” she purred demurely once she broke away from his kiss. Azriel’s eyes briefly flicked down to the wound to make sure it was indeed better, before he fell back into the demonic animal that had previously possessed him. 

Elain shrieked as he gripped both of her thighs and swiftly hitched them over his shoulders, clutching her hard enough to leave fingernail marks in her skin. He rolled his still-clothed hips against her core as she released a moan, before he curled both wings inwards and dragged his talons down her legs painfully slowly. Elain did not attempt to interfere with his wings again, even though she was quivering with restrained delight beneath him. He had her completely at his mercy, with the sharpness of his talons an exquisite threat against her skin.

“Are you done teasing me yet?” she asked him breathlessly, as one talon scraped gently over her slick opening and then his wings snapped back behind him once More. Azriel grinned wolfishly down at her, but he was apparently not, because he only turned his head and sunk his teeth into the flesh of her thigh- the inner side this time- once more. Elain mewled under the delicious agony of his bites as he worked his way down one thigh and up the other. She could feel herself swollen, dripping, and she moaned and wriggled beneath him until he finally lowered his mouth to her entrance.

Only Azriel did not lick her gently. No, he devoured her with wild roughness, immediately sinking his tongue into her entrance and then dragging his teeth over her clit, before returning to it to suck with tremendous strength. Elain’s back bowed off the bed as he continued to suck and bite and lick with no mercy, consuming her and ruining her. She thrust her fingers into his hair and tugged with both hands in response to the overwhelming and overpowering sensations he was assaulting her with. 

Azriel growled onto her as she ripped at his hair, her back still arched and her legs beginning to quiver around his head. He reached up with one hand and gripped her fingers tightly within his own in his hair, his other hand moving to her head and gripping her hair, too. 

The combined sensations of his fingers gripped so tightly around hers while she tugged his hair, his own aggressive pull on her hair, and the way he was devastating her core had her shattering, a scream escaping her as her legs clamped down around his head. 

Azriel snarled in carnal satisfaction as liquid burst forth from Elain’s entrance and drenched his face as her screams died to whimpers and her body fell lax against the bed, her grip on his hair slipping. 

He lifted his dripping face and bared his teeth at her. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he rasped, his voice nothing more than a rumble through his chest. 

Elain gathered herself enough to unhook her legs from him and reach up, pulling off the ripped shreds of his shirt, dropping it onto the bed beside them, until his torso was completely bare. 

“You’re much too dressed,” she said with dark promise, before sitting up and pulling her own gown over her head and tossing it aside. 

He grinned deviously as he scooped up his ruined shirt and wiped his face clean with it. “Undress me, then.”

Elain raised a brow at him and then reached out, pushing him as hard as he could. Azriel barked a laugh and let himself fall back, unbending his legs and stretching them out before him. She straddled him, raking her nails down his chest again as his laugh died, replaced with dark, brooding fire. 

She leaned down and sunk her teeth into the flesh over his pectoral muscle, and a growl rumbled through him. Shadows fluttered across her bare back as she feasted on his skin. She did as he had done, holding the bite just until he began to squirm, feeling his hardness pulsing beneath her. She released him, only to move over to the other side of his chest and bite him there as well. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath and then his wings curled over her, his talons this time scraping down the bare flesh of her back, just enough to hurt. 

A moan slipped from Elain’s mouth onto Azriel’s skin as she held him with her teeth, but she broke away to kiss down his chest and stomach, lavishing the hard planes of him with frenzied affection. He hummed out a pleasured sound as his hands wound into her hair, gripping her curls tightly. When Elain’s mouth finally reached the waistband of Azriel’s trousers, she let her tongue fall from her mouth and licked a stripe across the skin there, her tongue grazing his waistband. His fingers somehow tightened in her hair, sharp, stunning pricks breaking out across her scalp. 

Elain reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, and then wasted no time in tugging them down along with his undershorts. Azriel lifted his hips so she could tug them off, and his shadows pulled them the rest of the way off his legs for her. Elain bit her lip as his cock lifted and pulsed before her face. 

Azriel tugged her hair forcefully until her eyes flew up to meet his gaze. “What do you want?” he growled at her, his pupils blown wide. Instead of answering, Elain simply leaned down and took him fully into her mouth, letting saliva pool and slicken his hard, throbbing cock. A groan escaped him as his fingers suddenly slackened and his head dropped back flat onto the mattress below him. 

Elain moaned onto his cock, shadows suddenly licking at her core and between her asscheeks. 

It was all Azriel could do as he was overcome by the feel of Elain’s hot mouth sucking him down again and again as her head bobbed, spit leaking from her mouth and the tip of his cock bumping against her throat. 

Elain shot a hand up and encircled as much of Azriel’s wide throat as she could, digging her fingers into his windpipe just enough to make him see stars. His eyes rolled back into his head as he pumped into he mouth, overcome with villainous need to fuck her throat as she squeezed his. 

She was sucking his cock brutally, not letting up in speed or intensity or depth even as he pounded against her back wall, and Azriel was seconds from spilling down her throat before his hand shot out and wrapped around her neck, just enough pressure to stop her. 

Elain grumbled a disgruntled sound but slid off his cock, his fingers still pressing into her throat. Her face was flushed and determined and emblazoned and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“It’s not like you can’t come again,” she muttered, clearly disappointed that he hadn’t released into her mouth. 

“I want every drop of my cum to land inside your tight cunt,” he growled at her, allowing his fingers to tighten further on her throat, until her hips started rocking in response and he knew bruises would be left on her pale flesh.

“Then fuck me,” she whispered through his grip, one of her slight hands climbing up her body to knead her own breast. 

A hiss escaped Azriel as he watched her desperately seeking pleasure, and then somehow his reflexes were faster than even he could keep track of, and Elain had been flipped over once more and was laying flat on her stomach before him, her wrists gathered in one of his large hands above her head. 

“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” he breathed into her ear, leaning down over her and running his cock between her asscheeks. Elain shivered and tried to rise to her hands and knees, but shadows pushed her back down flat, wrapping themselves over her back in tight straps. 

“Splayed out beneath me,” Azriel demanded shortly, no room for argument in his commanding midnight voice. 

Elain whimpered and nodded, her hands still bound in his and the side of her face pressed against the mattress as he loomed over her. 

And then without further warning Azriel was thrusting his cock into her entrance, ramming into her until he bottomed out, his balls pressed against her asscheeks and his cock hitting a spot deep within her. Taut wings spread behind him, flaring wide as he let out a groan of relief and pleasure. His other hand snaked beneath her to lift only her hips, his fingers splayed across her lower belly, holding her pelvis up for the taking. 

“Such a good listener,” he ground out, and then he was pounding into her. Elain cried out, completely unable to move, at the mercy of his deep and hard thrusts. Her body flooded with just-barely-painful pleasure as his nails dug into the flesh of her lower stomach. Azriel released her wrists to drag his hand down to her head, spreading his fingers across the side of her face and pushing it into the mattress. Elain wanted so badly to grind back into him as he pounded into her, but she was stuck there, his thrusts merciless and punishing. He stretched her so thoroughly she could barely take it…but she could take it, and she would.

Just as she thought Azriel’s pounding might let up, he suddenly released his grip on her face and her pelvis, yanking her up to her hands and knees. Finally, Elain could grind back on him as he thrust into her, and she cried out at her body swallowing him so completely and the feeling against her clit every time she ground down. 

“Pull my hair,” she whined, and Azriel snarled as a hand shot up to grip a fistful of her loose curls, tugging backwards as he slammed into her inner wall. A scream left Elain at that, and Azriel reacted by rearing back and smacking her ass with just enough force that they both knew an angry red handprint would be left. 

Azriel felt Elain’s cunt start to milk and pulse with that pain, so just for good measure, he spanked her once more, knowing that a sting was vibrating through her ass and up her body when he did. 

And then Azriel relented on the pull of her hair, slowing down only long enough to take both her delicious hips in his broad hands, anchoring his nails down into her skin, and then he unleashed himself fully and completely. 

Elain’s body bowed as he fucked into her so hard the bed began rattling against the wall, the headboard slamming into it with dull thumps. He pounded her so hard they were suddenly moving across the mattress, inching closer and closer to the head of the bed. 

Elain’s head dropped forward as her screams turned into animalistic cries, shadows swirling around them faster and faster. Something in the bed cracked beneath the force of his fucking but Azriel ignored it, gruff animal sounds of his own bursting forth from him as he felt his nails break skin on her hips. 

Elain’s cunt was clenching down on his cock, pulsing and milking him, her arms and legs shaking. Azriel didn’t know if it was because of the force of her approaching orgasm, or with the struggle of trying to keep herself upright as he pounded into her, but he didn’t care.

He released one of her hips to snake his hand beneath her and pinch her clit between his thumb and forefinger tightly. 

A sound that could only be described as a wail left Elain, and then her body was exploding into a supernova of pleasure, her bloodstream and her muscles and every space in between vibrating with delight as her release barrelled through her, and she could feel herself streaming liquid down past Azriel’s cock and balls. 

Another crack sounded beneath them but Elain ignored it as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, Azriel still pinching her clit tightly even as his pounding into her finally slowed, offering just a tiny bit of relief before she knew they would continue. 

Elain reached blindly for a pillow and sunk her face into it, biting it as hard as she could and screaming into it as her orgasm rolled through her, seemingly never-ending. 

But she did finally come down as Azriel’s thrusting turned to rolling, and then slowed altogether to a stop. He hadn’t come. For some reason, he was holding back, denying himself the release, even though they both knew he could continue to find release multiple times if he wanted to. 

Elain wanted him to let go of that control, so she finally threw down the pillow, not at all surprised to see that her teeth had ripped clean through the fabric and feathers had started to protrude from the tear. As she tossed it aside, more feathers flew out of it, swirling around Azriel’s shadows. 

But Elain had no time to admire the image. She pulled away from him, sitting up on her knees and turning to face him. 

“Lay down,” she commanded him, gaze zeroing in on his rock-hard cock, dripping with the evidence of her release. 

“Yes, my goddess,” he murmured, before swinging his legs in front of him and letting himself fall straight down onto his back, his wings beneath him. 

“It’s my turn to fuck you,” she told him baldly, and watched as his pupils dilated at her words, his eyes darting from her lips to her peaked nipples to her marked and torn hips. Before he could answer, Elain was climbing over him, but he gripped her hips tightly before she could sink onto his cock, pulling her forward towards his face. 

“You're bleeding again,” Azriel breathed, and leaned up to again lick the blood the was dripping from the spots on her hips where his nails had broken skin. He took care of one hip and then the other as Elain writhed above him, squeezing her own nipples as he lapped at her blood. 

When he finished he reached around her and smacked her ass, causing her to jump and snap her eyes down to his. 

“You can fuck me now.” 

Elain licked her lips and edged backwards on him until she was again lined up with his solid, erect cock. She paused to grip it in a fist, squeezing down hard and eliciting a snarl from Azriel. He leaned up and bit down on a nipple, harder and harder until Elain released him with a moan. 

With no further words necessary, she positioned his cock at her entrance and sunk down, swallowing him. 

Azriel grunted and dug his fingers into her asscheeks as he was once again buried in her, the muscles of her cunt clamped down around him. He again brought his wings around her to drag his talons down her back, watching as she arched under the scrape. 

“Move,” he said gruffly, still gripping her ass tightly. And she did, lifting up and slamming down onto him brutally. His wings twitched and he lifted them off her before he accidentally maimed her again. 

Elain began bouncing fervently above him, swallowing him again and again, and Azriel thrust his hips up to meet hers in rhythm. He slid his hands from her ass up to her chest to cup both of her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as they pounded into each other. 

Elain’s head dropped back and he pinched both her nipples tightly. “Look at me,” Azriel demanded, and she lifted her head once more, eyes shooting him. 

But Elain was not in the mood to only be bossed around, so she ground down as hard as she could on his cock, clenching her inner muscles tightly. An uncontrollable moan passed through Azriel's lips as his hands fell from her breasts, clenching her tightly around the waist and pulling her down even harder onto him, grinding her in a circle against him until she whimpered, her clit throbbing with the pressure. 

Azriel released her at the same time as she lifted, and then she was pounding down onto him again, her nails scraping down the side of his neck painfully. He snarled in delight and then grabbed her hand, sinking her fingers into his mouth as she fucked him and he met her thrusts. He sucked on her fingers one at a time before clamping his teeth down on three at once, eliciting a sharp inhale from Elain and then a growing pool of wetness. Azriel chuckled knowingly, releasing her hand and bringing his up to grip her jaw tightly. 

Elain was slamming down onto him so hard, the cracking beneath them finally gave way and the wood slats holding up their bed snapped, the mattress groaning and sinking. She shrieked but he only tightened his grip on her jaw, flicking her nipple. 

“Ignore it,” he growled, and she did, thrusting her fingers into his hair and pulling it tightly from his scalp. Azriel’s own fingers dug into the line of her jaw, hard enough to leave bruises once more, he knew. 

He also knew that Elain loved the bruises, the claiming, the pleasure-pain. 

“You’re going to come,” she demanded, grinding down onto him as she slid a hand between them to grip his balls tightly once.

Azriel jerked with a grunt as she released them, his nails scraping against the skin of her face. 

“If you insist,” he purred, and then he was fucking up into her with as much force as she was pounding down onto him, more slats breaking beneath them and the head board falling at an angle on its hinges. Azriel pulled himself up so he was seated beneath her, Elain straddling him, and took a nipple into his mouth once more, biting down sharply as she screamed and impaled herself on his cock. 

He growled onto her breast, his hand at her jaw sliding around to grip the back of her head tightly by the hair, the other hand coming behind him for leverage to thrust even harder up into her. 

He kept ahold of her nipple with his teeth, tension growing within him, until suddenly Elain was reaching behind him, and four sharp nails dragged down the inner expanse of his wing. 

Azriel bucked and gasped as his release blasted through him faster than he could have prepared himself, whimpering out Elain's name against her breast as he came inside her, clutching her to him tightly as he rolled against her. 

Elain’s third release followed quickly at the feel of his cum filling her, her legs shaking around him as she cried out his own name into his ear, her fingers still lingering against his wing. 

When they were both finally spent, Azriel released his grip on her hair and her nipple, and she collapsed onto him, panting and still slightly moaning, quivering with small aftershocks. 

He held her closely to him, breathing hard as he came down from his own high, still buried deep inside her. He stroked her hair, pressing kisses to her bare shoulder. 

“I love you, Elain,” he whispered into her ear, moving his kisses up her neck.

She sighed and stroked his hair back, resting her head on his other shoulder. “And I love you, Azriel.” 

They finally broke apart to look at each other and around them. They were both covered with bite marks, hand prints, scrapes, bruises. The bed was utterly broken, the headboard hanging at an odd angle and the frame in pieces, the mattress sunk nearly to the floor. Pillow feathers were scattered around them and Elain giggled as Azriel's shadows swirled agitatedly, apparently attempting to clean them up like an exasperated babysitter. 

Azriel grinned as well, running his fingers over the marks he had left along her jawline.

“I suppose we should take care of this,” Elain sighed, still stroking his hair as she looked around them. 

“Later,” Azriel murmured, running his hands down her arms now. “I'm going to take care of you, first.”

And then without giving her a chance to protest, Azriel was standing, lifting her until she was cradled against him, and he strode to the bathing chamber, ready and needing to lavish his life’s great love with gentle affection and care.

[thekitsandthekats]

can't stop, won't stop

Namgyu and Subong fall into each other in the bathroom. With busy hands, breathless kisses and the chance of getting caught, they're drowning in heat.

Thangyu PWP Bathroom Sex

lets goooo

[100yearsofclexa]

NIGHTCLUB

(I had this draft on my mind since the last party I attended as a DJ. Slowly, I hope I'll find my energy back to finish all the stuff that I've been working on. As usual: no beta; English is always a second language; Reaggeton is my biggest addiction after Clexa and Coffee, and you can hear the song that inspired this draft here)

An unknown spanish song blast from the club speakers. 

Besides the basic greetings, Lexa has no actual clue of what is being said in that song. But she knows that is far from anything educational, just take a look at the way the people are dancing with this slow and sensual rhythm.

The way that Clarke is dancing.

Lexa breathes slowly as she struggles to believe that the vision that she’s having right now is real and not a trap of her delusional mind.

Clarke, her coworker - for fuck’s sake, her boss, rolling her hips at Lexa’s own, ass up and practically grinding into the brunette’s groin in the middle of a club. Lexa has her back to a wall (to ground herself and not fall on her knees at the previous sight), she’s holding her drink with an unnecessary force - it’s on the verge of shattering into pieces. The blonde locks cascades through Clarke’s back as she maintains her head leaned into the crook of Lexa’s shoulder and neck, whispering little nothings as she sways in synchrony with the loud music.

Lexa’s throat is dry but she still swallows a lump when she feels a light kiss on her jaw.

In the name of the sweet baby Jesus, this woman might be the reason for Lexa's death by heart attack.

Her boss is grinding on her! In a nightclub!

Her beautiful, mouthwatering, groundbreaking, breathtaking, boss.

Lexa tries to follow her moves, rocking her hips here and there to match Clarke’s own. A delicious, dangerous rhythm follows - the thick heat bubbling in Lexa’s stomach, hot waves going up, up, up - she can feel the sides of her ears and neck burning. But she’s not alone in this atmosphere: a hot sigh leaves Clarke’s pretty mouth, too.

Fuck.

The effect that Lexa seems to have on Clarke also gives her boldness to put her cards on the game. She leaves the already room-temperature drink by the nearest table - or is that a stool? Her peripheral vision is not that reliable right now -, and snakes both hands to find its home at Clarke's hips - just by the waistband of her jeans, holding the blonde impossibly closer. The grinding is in a point of both flesh mingling together, melting into a sinful, filthy, contact.

When the music changes into a completely different vibe - some girly pop that gets some “wooo” from the crowd, Clarke spins on her own axis to face Lexa, but still keeping her in place, trapped against the wall. The brunette gasps when she feels a very inquisitive hand grabbing somewhere too south to be at her exposed abs. She closes the hook around Clarke's hips, not only to keep the blonde’s hand there, but to also prevent any other person from witnessing the scene.

There’s a devilish smile at Clarke’s feature. Lips dangerously close from each other, feeling each other hot, panting breath.

- Follow me, Ms. Woods. - Clarke says to Lexa’s ear, loud enough to be heard despite the blasting music. The brunette feels the simple order right at her core, brewing painfully hot. Your wish is my command, Ms. Griffin, she thinks - or speaks? The music is too loud and they are both too tipsy to know precisely.

Two can play at this game. And Lexa, herself, would never disobey her boss.

So, Lexa follows.