#Husky Loops

[musicftmisfits]

ICYMI: Noshows, Husky Loops, and Blaudzun

ICYMI: Noshows, Husky Loops, and Blaudzun We discovered new releases from alt electro rock artist Noshows, Italian London-based genre-boundary pushers Husky Loops, and Dutch pop artist Blaudzun and share our thoughts on them with you!

Noshows – Wants and Needs A vibrant new alternative electro rock track was released by Noshows. His latest is single ‘Wants and Needs’, a harmonious stadium rock track with strong vocals and a thumping soundscape that builds on subtly colourful musical elements. The intro slowly fades into an undeniably catchy chorus that instantly made me move along to its infectious rhythm. The New York-based…

[maquina-semiotica]

“ Tempo”, Husky Loops

[antsday]

honestly a lot of the most truly terrifying and manipulative horror-villain type characters come from romance authors who think they're writing a desireable male lead

[jonreytrevino]

Repost Classic : Mecha Sled Dog

Found an old one today! 6/23/18

[kleiner-detektiv]

Just learned that there will be a german translation of the novels of 7th time loop in summer next year.

While I'm waiting for volume 5 to be delivered.

[finding-flight]

i'm sitting my parents' dogs, and i'm not saying that they're the reason i'm in a massive pain flare-up, but i am saying that german shepherd siblings are the most dramatic beings known to man

[dollwrites]

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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, pwp, creampie, cum play, titty sucking, all characters featured are aged 18+

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Rafayel is a creampie addict.

whether it’s because he loves the way you look with his cum leaking out of your freshly fucked hole or because it’s his way of claiming your body, marking you as his mate, you didn’t know for sure. the only thing you could be certain of is, whenever he started to twitch and throb inside of you; whenever his balls drew up tight, and his ragged panting melted into a needy chanting of your name on a mindless loop, that he was going to cum inside you.

“Raf, ffffuck!” you crooned, breathless and undulating on the mattress beneath him. your back arched up from the surface to push your chest flush to his face, your right hand buried in his mauve tendrils so deep that you could feel the beads of sweat as they drench his scalp, and the heat of his fever transferring deep into your palm. you were gripping those sticky locks, holding on to them for some semblance of control as he rutted into you with wild abandon, his head dipped low to suck on your swell, whilst his hand fondled with other, his thumb mimicking the way his tongue flicked at your pebbled nipple, swiping over the taut flesh and nudging the little bud from every angle.

it was this lavishing of affection, paired with the rapid-fire, shallow pumping into your core, that had your eyes crossing with unadulterated pleasure, and your body trembling as you drifted closer and closer to a release. “I’m getting close, baby…” you half-plea, rocking your hips up to meet him in a sloppy, slick joining. if Rafayel was anything, he was a skilled lover. he knew that you didn’t need to be stuffed full on every occasion, and so he experimented with how many inches to fuck into you each time you laid together. tonight, though his thrusts were quick and greedy, he was only giving you half of his length at a time, letting the swollen, leaking tip of his cock head bully the spongy cluster of nerves that made up your g-spot until you were shaking and sputtering, instead of fucking you deep and steady.

“Yeah?” he asked upon prying his mouth away with a wet pop. his voice husky and low, and saliva glistening against the pink lower tier of his kiss-swollen couplet. his own complexion, though typically porcelain, had taken on a dusky, rosé glow, especially against the apples of his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and the expanse of his chiseled chest. his mouth, though still parted and panting out puffs of hot breath against your hardened nipple, curved into a strained smile as his eyes searched your countenance, equally lovedrunk. “Wanna cum with me, pretty girl?” he asked, his eyes darkened as he buries his face between the valley of your tits, breathing in the scent of the sweat oozing from your pores. his eyelids fluttered as he drank it in, like a man intoxicated, and you felt the warm, bumpy surface of his tongue flat against your flesh to lap at that essence. “Oh, fuck, tell me,” he murmured, muffled, as the lower quarter of his face disappears into your cleavage, but his eyes gaze up at you, the purple hues within them dim and stormy. “Tell me that you want me to make you finish while I cum in your warm, little pussy.”

you nod, eagerly, your voice breaking out of desperation as you tug on his hair, unsure of whether to pull him up to kiss his lips or smother him between your tits. “Y—yes, Rafayel! Please, make me cum with you!”

you’d hardly gotten the beg out before Rafayel was responding. sitting back on his haunches, he allowed almost every inch to slip from your clutching heat— until only his the bulbous head remained notched just beyond the threshold. you mewled at the lack of fullness in your depths, but your disappointment was soon replaced with pleasure. Rafayel allowed his hands, soft yet strong, to slip under your hips and drag your body close, until your bottom rested on the slope of his legs, keeping your lower half elevated on his lap. “C’mere, baby…” he breathed out, one hand splaying out against your lower belly, fingers stroking beneath your navel, allowing his thumb the reach he needed to paw at your clit in tight, concise circles. your own hands, that had initially reached out for him when he shifted positions, now fell back against the pillow your head rested on, fisting handfuls of it, unneeded, while Rafayel tended to your body. you moaned his name, your head tilting up so you were staring at the ceiling, brows furrowed, focusing wholly on his perfect ministrations.

“You look so cute like this,” Rafayel murmured, more to himself than to you, his free hand gripping the girth of his cock tight. he was still slick with your juices, and he used that to his advantage, pumping the exposed inches instead of plunging into you, to the rhythm same rhythm he assaulted your clit. the treatment elicits of moan from his parted lips, that bubbles up from deep within his throat. “— squirming and needy, chasing your high for me. Come on, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

a few more encouraging words and Rafayel’s thumb running laps over your button is all that you need before you catch that orgasm you were so desperately chasing. you hear his voice, as soon as he saw you were about to be engulfed, whisper harshly, “Look at me,” and you were barely able to obey, your eyes flitting to his face just in time to glaze over. you maintained the unfocused eye contact, stars forming in your peripherals, and Rafayel doesn’t let up, coaxing you with furious strumming on your swollen clit to ride out the orgasm he’s giving you. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, knowing damn well the only response you could give him was a strangled yip and a half nod, his breathless smile widening, “Yeah? I know, baby, I know. I feel it, too. I’m cumming,” he growled, pumping himself erratically a few more times before he spilled himself inside you. warmth seeps in, spreads through your shallow core, and dribbles out in thick, streamers when Rafayel pulls his sated, softening cock from you. your cunt clenches, one last stitch effort to keep him anchored inside you, which ultimately pushes another rope of his creamy release out of your freshly-fucked body.

Rafayel sat back on his haunches for several moments, panting, with his twitching cock now draped, flaccid, over his sweat-sheened thigh, as he gazed down at his handiwork— his hands finding your trembling shape. he felt along the flare of your hips, up over your waist, his thumbs gently massaging the flesh there as he eased you out of your aftershocks with gentle fondling. “Come back to me, pretty girl, you’re so cute when you’re cumdrunk.” he murmured, drawing shapes over your heated flesh as he coaxed you back from the brink. his palms pressed against your sides, before careening downward, over your lower belly. “I left this pretty pussy all messy again, didn’t I?” he teased, applying enough pressure on your lower belly to force more of his cum to spill out of you and on to the sheets. you whimper at the sensation, your toes curled, and you nod. Rafayel only chuckles, angling his hand so his pointer and middle finger, slender and deft in their movements, can spread open your puffy netherlips. his breath, which had mostly recovered, left him in a soft, awed gasp as he admired the way his cum painted your folds, leaving them sticky and claimed. his cock twitches on his thigh. though hypersensitive, it jumped, as if waking up to the sight.

Rafayel sighs, rolling his eyes, acting as though the mere re-hardening of his cock was burdensome. “Can’t ever just go one time, can we?” he asked, sarcastically, quirking a brow as he stares up at you.

“You make it sound like it’s my fault,” you counter breathlessly, your hands finally unlatching from the pillow. your muscles are sore, but you run your fingers along the shape of his shoulders as he positions himself to take you again.

“Of course it’s your fault. You look too fuckable when you’ve got my cum oozing out of you.” Rafayel rasps, guiding his now-ready cock back into your sloppy hole. it slips inside easily, his cum frothing around it as he almost instantly falls back into his previous pace, bracing you in place when his hands grip the roundest part of your hips. ���Fuck, yes…” he stutters a bit, pushing his cock deep enough to hilt it once, before dragging it out slow. you cry out; the nerves in your sex already heightened, so this new round of fucking feels almost statically-charged. his eyes list downwards, taking in the way his previous release cocktailed with your arousal coats his cock in rings as he pulls out, marking the depth of his thrust. “And besides, you take me in even better the second time.” he purrs with a contented sigh.

[pseudowho]

"So I was thinking, we head to the plant nursery last, because the flowers will wilt in the car if they stay in here too long, and--"

You moved to open the car door. Kento's hand reached out to loop around your upper arm, pulling you back, and you flopped back into your seat with a laugh. He rolled up the windows, faux-stern.

The shopping centre hustled and bustled outside the car, but while the doors remained closed, you and Kento were in a kingdom for two. Kento cleared his throat.

"A moment."

"For what?"

"We'll be out all day. I won't be able to kiss you."

"Well, you could, but--"

Kento bristled, his whole body starching like a suit at the inappropriateness. You shot him a look, the mirth curling your lips. You sighed.

"Fine, then. Come here."

Kento smiled, not breaking eye contact as he moved to you, like a bee to a flower. His kiss, so warm and familiar, but different every time, brought forth a happy little moan against his lips. He drank it down, tasting it, savouring it, his hand rising to bury in your hair, until your tongue stroked across his lip. He pulled back and shuddered, all electricity and pond-ripples.

"There. Now then...pharmacy first--"

You moved to open the car door. Kento's hand darted out to arrest you by the upper arm.

"Wait," Kento grumbled, husky. He squirmed in his seat. His hips flicked up, his chest rumbling.

"What for, now?"

"We...we can't go out there. Not yet."

"Wh--...oh."

Kento's lap tented and strained. That familiar length, thick and rigid, ran down his thigh. He steepled his fingers over his temples, his elbow leaned against the window and a flush on his cheeks. You grinned, sly.

"Still hot for me after all these years, Mr.Nanami?"

A scoff. No reply. You leaned over, teasing, stroking a hand up his thigh until he squirmed again.

"Well come here then, and I'll give you something to really get hard about--"

"If you ever want to get the shopping done, you shall behave, or it will never go down, madam."

[littlelamy]

with rafe

a/n: SPOILER for S4; rafe x pogue!reader; if you haven’t seen s4 yet and don’t want spoilers please do not read it !!! i wanted to post it tomorrow but i love it so much so I’m posting today!

proposal with rafe

The sun casts a golden glow across the water as Barry’s boat floats in the middle of the water while a determined rafe zooms on his jetski to shore. He swings a leg off the jet ski, wading through the shallow waves as he makes his way to where you’re sitting under a tree, your gaze meeting his. There’s something different in his eyes—a softness, maybe even a hint of vulnerability, and you feel your pulse quicken as he reaches for your hand, his grip warm and gentle.

“Come sit with me,” he murmurs, his voice low but steady, leading you to a spot beneath the shade. His expression is so uncharacteristically tender, it leaves you feeling both anxious and curious. He takes a deep breath, as if summoning the courage for something important.

“Before I... before I take off, I wanted to say something,” he says, his eyes searching yours, his tone holding a weight that makes your heart race. Confused but drawn in, you nod, watching as he sinks down on one knee before you, reaching into his pocket to pull out a beautiful diamond ring. The delicate silver band catches the light, and you see his hand tremble slightly as he holds it out, a touch of vulnerability showing through.

“It was my mom’s,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a softness that you rarely hear. "Been in the family forever, so I know that's some Kook bullshit, but I..." His gaze holds yours, a gentle warmth shining through. “I just wanted to you to have it, before I...I left, so you know that we're real.”

Your heart swells, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his eyes and the gesture that feels so intimate, so unexpected. You nod, a smile breaking across your face, and the weight of his love wraps around you as he slides the ring onto your finger with a tenderness that takes your breath away.

Your heart still pumping fast at his words as warmth spreads through you as he steps forward and sweeps you into his arms, holding you close as his lips find yours. His kiss is deep and passionate, filled with longing and the intensity he’s been holding back. He groans softly, pressing you closer, and you feel the weight of his emotions as you loop your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. He pulls you deeper into the kiss, as if it’s his way of saying everything he can’t put into words.

He pulls away smiling at your now heavy finger, his thumb brushing over your hand before he reaches into his pocket again and pulls out his keys. He holds them out to you, his fingers brushing yours as he places them into your palm.

“I want you…” he starts, his voice husky with feeling, “…I want you to quit your job, and I want…I want you to move in with me.” He pulls you in again with a even more passionate (if it’s even possible) kiss that makes your knees buckle. "Now we got that sorted," Rafe says laughing with the biggest smile as he pulls away from the kiss.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks, all right? Here. Stay at my…..Stay at our place.” He presses the keys into your hand with a firm but gentle insistence. As he pulls back his hands, he rests his forehead against yours, smiling, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you,” he says softly, pressing a final kiss to your forehead, then lips before stepping away. He pauses, looking back at you one last time, his eyes holding a promise, a warmth that leaves you feeling like the luckiest person in the world as he steps back onto his jet ski.

As he starts up the engine and disappears across the water, you’re left with the keys, the ring, and the weight of his words—feeling the love and commitment he’s offering, and the life he wants to build with you.

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[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, doggy style, creampie, blowjob, rough s*x

Summary: you and Bakugo went camping, and you couldn’t believe your new shorts were enough to turn the big guy on so quickly

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

As the golden hues of dusk began to settle over the campsite, the thrill of a shared adventure coursed through your body, amplified by the excitement that Katsuki, your usually so gruff boyfriend, had agreed to this escapade into the wild. 

It wasn't his idea of a perfect getaway, but the hint of adventure and the rugged trails appealed to his untamed spirit, and that was enough to tilt his decision.

Preparations for the trip unfolded over several days. You meticulously selected a new tent, sleeping bags, and all the essentials needed for survival in the embrace of nature. The excitement bubbled within you, and each item was a promise of the memories you were about to create together.

Upon arrival at the campground, a place chosen for its variety of trails, Bakugo’s eyes - those intense, crimson orbs - surveyed the land with a tactical gaze, as if plotting each step he would conquer on the morrow. 

You began setting up the tent, fumbling slightly with the steel profiles. "Kats, could you help me with these?" you asked, trying not to get distracted by his scrutinizing look.

With a gruff nod, Bakugo joined you, his hands adept and sure as he assisted with the tent. "Why don't you start on the fire?" he suggested, his tone brusque but not unkind. "Seems like something you can handle, babe."

You set about gathering dry wood, arranging stones in a careful circle to cradle the fledgling flames you would soon coax to life.

When Bakugo watched you light the fire with practiced ease, a rare smile broke across his face. "Well, well, look at you. I'm starting to think you're a pro at this," he remarked, the rough pad of his thumb brushing a smudge of dirt from your cheek as he approached you.

His compliment warmed you more than the fire, and soon you were searching through your backpack for marshmallows, a sweet treat to end the day. "Hungry?" you asked, glancing back at him.

Bakugo's eyes lingered on you, particularly drawn to the curve of your hips and ass accentuated by your new shorts. “I like your new shorts,” he commented casually, completely skipping the question you asked.

Your cheeks heated under his gaze, and you turned to face him fully. "Do you? They're just material shorts."

"Which hug your ass so nicely," he growled softly, his hand finding its way to your lower back and pulling you closer. 

You gasped, turning fully to face him, arms looping around his neck as he lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his hips for stability. "Did my shorts turn you on that much, babe?" you teased, feeling his breath against your ear.

His only response was a husky, affirmative grunt as he carried you towards the tent. 

Soon, you lay back on the sleeping bag, Bakugo hovering above, his lips tracing a path along your neck. His hands slipped under your t-shirt, discovering with a pleased murmur that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. "Aren't you being a naughty little shit today?" His voice was rough with arousal.

"You know I like it when you put me in my place," you murmured back, rolling your hips against his, your hands deftly working to remove his clothes.

Bakugo responded with equal fervor, his movements urgent as he shed his layers. 

Overwhelmed by a primal urge, you found yourself driven by raw desire, pushing him off yourself and kneeling between his spread thighs. Your tongue darted out, tracing fervent circles around the swollen tip of his penis, the taste of the faint bitterness of your boyfriend’s arousal causing you to moan in delight.

Katsuki began to guide the rhythm, his hips gently grinding forward. The motion coaxed your lips apart, accommodating him fully as he nudged against the welcoming gate of your throat. With each advance, you adjusted, your throat opening to invite him deeper, your initial gag reflex swiftly giving way to a consuming need to take him all in. The feel of his throbbing length, coupled with your swirling tongue, sent vibrations along his shaft, and Katsuki rolled his head back.

You yanked one leg around his one leg to improve your position and started grinding your slick pussy against his knee.

“Fuck, yeah,” the man growled. The sensation was nearly unbearable. Known for his fiery temperament and fierce control, here he was, surrendering to the pleasure you elicited with your little expert ministrations. His pace quickened. The sensation of sliding in and out of your snuggly throat, the slick, rhythmic tightness you provided, pushed him to the edge.

The build-up was intense, his body tightening, a crescendo of raw energy that demanded release. With a guttural cry, he reached the brink. Bakugo’s release was rich, a surge of warmth that he felt from the base of his spine to the tip of his cock while his creamy essence spilled forth in a rush of exhilarating release, filling your mouth and dripping from its corners to your naked neckline.

With a swift motion, he yanked your head off him by your hair and pushed you flat against the sleeping bag. He knelt behind you, spanked your ass a few times, and cupped your cheeks, spreading them to watch your gaping hole, slick with your juices. “Such a whore you are,” Bakugo mused, and aligned himself with your entrance, and the world fell away as he entered you with a single powerful thrust. His presence inside you was overwhelming, a perfect fit that stretched you deliciously.

Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation overwhelming. "Katsuki..." you gasped, your fingers digging into the sleeping bag.

He set a rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last, his groans mixing with your gasps. "I love fucking my sexy girl raw," he confessed, his voice barely above a growl as his hips pistoned in yours. His rock hard cock plunged deep into you with a relentless rhythm. 

You met each of his thrusts with an eager push back, your vaginal muscles clenching around his cock in a delicious squeeze that drew a low groan from his lips. Each movement you made was synchronized with his, a dance of desire that had you both teetering on the edge of ecstasy. You played with the limits of sensation, allowing the tip of his dick to nearly escape your snuggly pussy before sliding back down, pressing your ass against his abdomen tightly. Your hips gave a gentle, teasing twerk, enhancing the friction and intensifying the pleasure that thrummed through every nerve of his.

Each powerful thrust forced a sharp gasp from your lips, his rhythm unabating, as if he were carving his desire into your very being. His movements weren't just fervent - they were meticulously measured to break down every barrier you possessed. Each retreat was only a brief prelude to another overwhelming advance, sending ripples through you. The slick, warm precum trickled out of your abused, swollen pussy whenever he pushed back.

Each thrust stole the breath from your lungs, reducing your voice to ragged gasps and involuntary whimpers, as you were rendered pliant under his commanding touch, your body moving with his like a leaf caught in a storm.

“Fuck yeah, just like that, I’m gonna cream your sweet cunt, bitch,” Bakugo's voice was a husky growl, vibrating through the dense air of the tent. His hand landed with a resounding smack against your ass, the sting blooming across your skin.

His words were crude but thrilling, spoken with the certainty of a man on the brink of conquering, his every word as impactful as his movements, promising a culmination that would leave you both shattered.

When the climax overtook you, it was with a shout of his name, your world bursting into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Even as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you, a part of your mind remained acutely aware, sensing the potent surges of Katsuki's climax deep within your abused pussy. You discovered muscles you never knew you had - working on your boyfriend’s cock, pulsing, squeezing and milking him dry.

His muscles ripped and his thrusts became sloppy. Soon, Katsuki shuddered and expelled bolts of thick, warm semen, giving you one of the best creampies you had ever had. “Take all of my seed, bitch,” the man growled, massaging the meat of your ass. “Such a good, little whore.”

After he withdrew, he once again spread your ass, observing your mixed cums leak out of your reddened, swollen entrance. A satisfied, almost wicked grin spread across his face, reflecting a raw, triumphant pleasure.

Afterward, as you both lay catching your breath, Bakugo's arm wrapped protectively around you, his voice was tender. "I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Kats. I think I should wear these shorts more often if this is how you react."

Bakugo’s laugh was a sound you’d treasure forever. “Just wait until I get my hands on you again. You’re mine, Y/N, and I'll show you just how wild I can get.”

@pixelcafe-network

[munsonsmixtapes]

Is Somebody Gonna Match My Freak?

scarer!Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: you go to a fright night with your friends and can’t help be attracted to one of the scarers who passes by, and when your friends let you know just how weirded out they are by your acquired taste, he steps in and lets you know just how badly he wants to fuck you. If only there was a way to properly thank him for defending you. 

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) oral (m receiving) hair pulling, kinks (mask, breeding) sub!Eddie, dom!reader, reader's friends are bullies

Based on this request and this request!

part two

The place was bustling when you and your friends entered it. It had been a tradition for the four of you to go every year, but the difference was that this year you were going to fuck one of the workers. There was just something about the whole thing that sounded exciting to you, and bonus points if it happened in one of the haunted houses.

You surveyed the place, on the hunt for the person you were going to pick out, hoping that they would agree, but totally understood if they didn't since it was a pretty odd request. You were sure that they didn’t get asked that very often, but you were still feeling pretty confident in yourself. 

Your friend Aria looped her arm through yours as the two of you walked. You were easily closer to her than you were to the others but like the others, she also didn’t understand your whole obsession with or your attraction to all of the employees in their scary costumes, and you didn’t understand why she thought it was so weird. 

A worker slid through the walkway and Aria made sure to push you out of the way so neither of you had gotten in the way. And the man stopped right in the center, giving you a great view of the profile of his mask. And in that moment, you decided that he was the one. 

Aria let out a shriek from beside you and the worker whipped around, turning to face you, and while you were resisting the urge to twirl your hair in a flirtatious manner, your friend was practically shaking like a leaf. 

She stepped behind you and the man turned to you, his face dangerously close to yours. You stared him down, taking in the features of his mask. It looked like plastic and you hadn’t recognized it from anywhere so you figured it had been a random mask that was just supposed to be scary. And it was with the eyes that were a cloudy white and the bloody smile that had far too many teeth in its smile. 

But that didn’t matter anyway. You were attracted to the way he moved, the confidence that exuded from him, the way he inched closer that your faces were so close that you could just lean in and-no-you couldn’t do that, especially when he was on the clock. Instead, you looked down at his outfit. It consisted of a pair of tight jeans, a baggy band t-shirt, and a jean jacket that had a bunch of pins and patches of some of your favorite bands. He really was the whole package. 

You looked back up at him, his hair catching your eye. It was dark brown and curly, perfectly achieving the effortlessly messy look that you knew was hard to accomplish. It also looked so soft and you wanted to run your hands through it to see it felt as good as it looked. It would have nice to hold onto while he-

Your hand reached up and you pushed Aria further behind you as you stared the stranger down. So many thoughts, all of them impure. Why did you have to be the freak amongst your friends? Why couldn’t you have just found these characters scary like they did? Why were you so attracted to the man in front of you? 

“Better be careful,” he told you and just the husky sound of his voice was making you feel things. “Wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt while I’m sliding through.” He was stepping closer and you only backed up so you wouldn’t do something you have regretted. If you had had it your way, you would have taken him right there, pulling him into the nearest space where you could have had some privacy. 

Jesus, you really needed to chill out. It wasn’t like you would have actually had the guts to ask him. It was all just something that would live in your head. All just a fantasy that would never see the light of day. 

“She won’t,” you replied, stepping closer to the man. “I’ll protect her.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Enjoy your evening.” And with that, he turned on his heel and slid across the way to scare another group. You were definitely going to enjoy your evening if you kept thinking about him. 

Aria moved from behind you and for a second, you almost forgot that she was even there, your mind still on the stranger. She looped her arm through yours once again and tried to keep herself composed. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. “That guy was a freak.” Yeah, he was. And now you were beginning to wonder if he was a freak in the sheets as well. 

“I’m good. I think I need to go to the bathroom, though,” you told her, not exactly wanting to say why. You were sure that she’d figure it out anyway. 

“Jesus, you were turned on by that?” She was looking at you with a grimace as her voice raised a bit too loudly for your liking. You didn’t need everyone to know about your kinks. 

“Not so loud,” you moved to stand in front of her. “And yeah, I was. What’s so wrong with that?” You shrugged, watching her nose scrunch up in disgust. 

“So much,” Aria shook her head. “He was wearing a mask, y/n,” she pointed out as if you didn’t already know that. 

“Hence the bases of the appeal,” you rolled your eyes. What part was she not understanding?

“So you want to fuck the man wearing the mask that’s going to me my sleep paralysis demon for the next week? I’ll never understand you.” She was shaking her head in disgust and you didn’t like the way she always made comments on how weird or disturbing she thought your taste in men was. You would have never done that to her if the roles were reversed. 

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes again. “Why don’t you stop kink shaming me and we can go find the others.” 

You pulled her along and found the others in your group by the first house you were going to go into. You hadn’t even been paying attention to what they were saying as the same man slid past the four of you, immediately catching your eye. You stared, your thoughts getting even more impure by the second. 

“Jesus, she’s at it again,” Addison teased, but you ignored her. God, you really needed to get better friends. 

“You really think one of these guys will fuck you?”

“Yeah, you’re not a teenager anymore, y/n,” Claire added, crossing her arms over her chest. “And we came out here to have fun, not to watch you lust over all these weird creatures. And I bet the workers are uncomfortable with it too.” 

Your couldn’t believe it. They were all actually against you. How long had they felt that way and why were they being so mean? It wasn’t like you had vocalized it that many times and you weren’t actually going to fuck any of them anyway. And you supposed you couldn’t do it now that you were thoroughly embarrassed. 

“I don’t mean to eavesdrop,” you heard a voice and whipped around to see the man from earlier. He was approaching the four of you and the three girls backed up, leaving you to stand in front of him. “But I just wanted to say that I’m not embarrassed in the slightest. In fact, I’d be honored. A woman as beautiful as you? Shit, I’d be so down.” 

You blinked a few times, your brain taking a minute to register what was going on. Could it be true? Or was he just saying that to make you feel better? Probably the latter. That seemed more plausible. 

“You-what?” You stuttered, entirely unsure how to go about the situation now. You turned your back and sure enough, your friends had left, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I’m serious,” he nodded. “And fuck your friends. They’re just upset that they can’t match your freak. Which, I totally could, by the way. I’m into anything.” 

Was this really happening? Was the man you had been thirsting over for the past twenty minutes actually offering to have sex with you? It all definitely had to be some sort of surreal dream…right? 

“If you’re up for it, we can meet right here after closing and see where the night takes us.” 

“They’re not here anymore so you can quit the act,” you turned on your heel to leave, but he slid right in front of you to stop you from leaving, taking your hands in his. 

“Oh, but it’s not an act. I swear,” he brought your hands up to his mask, mimicking a kiss. ”I’ll be right here, but if you don’t come, I understand.” Oh, you were coming, and in more ways than one. 

“No,” you shook your head. “I’ll be there.”

“Good,” he nodded as he stood up, putting his fingerless glove out for you to shake. “I’m Eddie, by the way.” You were unsure whether or not that was his real name or a fake one, but you were going to go with it either way. 

“Y/n,” you replied and Eddie nodded. Y/n. He thought it suited you, and because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for five seconds, he couldn’t help but think about how much he was looking forward to moaning it. 

The rest of your night was spent alone as you went through all of the houses you could, not even thinking about what was occurring in each one, not even reacting to all of the scarers trying to get to you. The only thing that was going on in your head was the man in the mask and all of the things you were going to get up to after the event closed for the night. 

And unbeknownst to you, Eddie was thinking the same thing. Sure, he could get laid on his own, but it was definitely not as easy when he was wearing the mask. So the fact that you were so attracted to him while he had it on was doing things to him. He was so turned on that he didn’t know what to do with himself, eventually having to wrap his jacket around his front to prevent anyone from seeing his massive hard-on. 

And as the end of the night came to a close with everyone leaving, he was getting progressively more hard as he thought about what you would have looked like underneath you as he fucked you absolutely senseless until you couldn’t walk. And he couldn’t help but think about what you were going to sound like when you moaned or whined, god the whining was going to kill him. 

He was so close to hunting you down and having his way with you right then and there, not giving a single fuck about who was watching. He could feel his mouth watering at the idea of burying his face into your cunt, eating you out so well, licking and sucking a letting his teeth scrape across it, the movements continuing and getting more rough until your thighs were pressed against the side of his head, practically crushing it as moan after moan poured from your mouth. 

And just as he was about to go find you, there you were, right in front of him, looking like you were about to jump his bones right there. And he wanted you to, to push him up against the nearest object and-

“There you are,” you spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned around to face you and his face lit up at the sight of you despite you not being able to see it. And seeing you there, your bright smile playing on your lips just made him think about how badly he wanted to have them wrapped around his-

“Here I am,” you nodded at him as you stepped forward, standing right in front of him. The entire place was empty as the guests and other employees had left, leaving the two of you alone. And for once, Eddie was so happy that he had been the one in charge of locking up that night so he could have stayed there with you as long as you wanted. 

“So, should we head out to my car?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the exit. 

“Actually,” you stepped even closer, coming toe to toe with him as you grabbed onto his hand. “I was thinking maybe we could go into one of the houses. 

“Well, shit, alright,” he let out a chuckle as he resisted the urge to look at your joined hands. Yours was soft and feeling his fingers against his made him wonder what they would have felt like in his mouth as he sucked on them. God, he was so horny that he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He reached up to take off his mask, wanting to take it off after a long day of work and feeling the need to see you with his actual eyes, not through the eyes of the mask that always made things look just a little distorted. But you had stopped him, your hands resting on top of his. 

“No, leave it on,” you instructed and Eddie wouldn’t dare argue. Shit, had he finally found someone who had matched his freak? He thought he might have. 

“So, you’re really going to fuck me without knowing what I look like?” Of course you were. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had done so, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

“Sure, why not?” You shrugged. “The mask is hot.” He loved how you were so unapologetic about your interests, how you had even defended yourself to your friends about your acquired taste. 

“Really?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows even though you couldn’t see him. Perhaps you were even more of a freak than he was, and he thought that was hard to do. He was the freakiest person he had known, both in personality and in the bedroom, but maybe, maybe you had him beat. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Really. And I bet you’re hot too.” People had told him so on occasion, and he thought so too, but sometimes the trauma of living in Hawkins crept up on him on occasion. But clearly he had won since the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was standing right in front of him, wanting to fuck his brains out. And there was absolutely no way in hell that he was going to decline. 

“Well,” he shrugged. “So what house were you thinking?” He turned his head left and right, taking in all the options. 

“This one,” you pointed to the one you were standing right next to. Eddie was a little surprised that you had chosen the one that had to have been the scariest one in the entire park, but he supposed that he shouldn’t have been considering that you had been attracted to his scary mask. 

“And there’s that hay stack so we won’t be completely on the floor.” You held your hand out for Eddie and he took it gratefully, grinning from ear to ear and he was grateful that you couldn’t see the pink that was staining his cheeks as you led him inside. The whole thing was dark when you had opened the door and that made the experience all the more exciting. 

You turned on your phone flashlight continued to lead him further into the house, not missing how his arm coming to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to him, whether it was to protect you or just an excuse to hold you close, you didn’t know, but either way, you leaned into him, feeling his rock hard cock brush against your ass as you did so. You whipped around and turned to face him with a devilish grin appearing on your pretty lips. 

“Already hard for me, aren’t you, Eddie?” You asked, your hand moving to cup his cock, pressing your hand against it while giving it a little squeeze. He let out an involuntary moan fell from his lips making you grin even more. “Do you need me to take care of you?” You asked and he nodded furiously, needing it so badly that he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

You backed him against the nearest wall so he had something to lean against before you pressed your lips to his mask, letting your tongue glide across it, making Eddie even more hard as he watched you. As your tongue was busy, you unzipped his pants, pushing them down so that they fell to his feet, his underwear following as his rock hard cock sprang free. 

“Look at you, already ready for me,” you said as you got down on your knees, wrapping your hand around the base while your tongue swiped along the tip licking up the cum that had leaked from it which caused Eddie to gasp as he pressed his hands against the wall, desperate for something to hold onto.

 “Relax baby,” you cooed. “Let me take care of you, hm?” You took him into his mouth and began to suck on him, looking up at him even though you couldn’t see his face because of his mask, but you could just tell the kind of face he was making with his eyes shut tight, his mouth falling up as the hottest moans came from it. 

You continued to suck as your tongue swiped across the head, your other hand moving to his thigh where you squeezed like it was your own personal stress ball. His hands moved to your hair, threading through it and giving it a tug when you did something he particularly liked. He’d been sucked off before, but never like that, never so well that the whole thing made him weak in the knees. 

“Fuck,” he whined. “So good.” You continued to suck and hearing his moans was all you needed to continue, but you decided that it was time to switch things up. You removed him from your mouth and looked up at him with a pleading look and Eddie decided that he was going to whatever you asked.

“Fuck my mouth,” you commanded and Eddie tilted his head to the side as confusion washed over him.

“Fuck your mouth?” He had only done it one time before and he hadn’t liked it, but maybe this time would be different. 

“Yes, Eddie, fuck my mouth. Please,” you begged and he shrugged, hypnotized by the look in your eyes, the way your mouth formed the words. Without a word, he grabbed onto the back of your head and brought his dick to your lips, watching you open up as he slid inside, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth, feeling your lips wrap around him, sucking him off every time he got far enough inside. Moan after moan fell from his lips as he progressively fit more of himself into your mouth, addicted to the feeling. 

This had been entirely different than the first time. 

This time, he had known what he was doing and you seemed to enjoy the whole thing, your eyes closed in absolute bliss as you sucked him off, your own moans falling from your lips. And when he was able to fit all of himself inside you, your nose brushing the patch of hair above his cock, your eyes watering as the head hit the back of your throat, he was convinced he hadn’t seen anything so hot in his life. 

His hands tugged on your hair as he came, the loudest moans leaving his mouth as his head was thrown back, leaning forward so it didn’t hit the wall. You opened your eyes just in time to see him do it, the stubble along the part of his jaw that you could see caught your eye and you immediately thought about you how wanted to feel it prickle against your lips as you sucked on the spot. 

You felt cum leak out onto the back of your tongue and you pulled him from you before swallowing, watching him come down from his orgasm before he grabbed onto your arms to help you to your feet. 

“Swear to god that was the best head of my life.” With any other guy you would have thought that was line, but with Eddie, you didn’t know why, but you believed him. It had to be true with the way he had reacted to the whole thing. “Now it’s only fair if I repay you for being so generous.”

“No, baby, tonight’s about you,” you shook your head. “I have to repay you for defending me somehow.” 

“But-“

“No,” you cut him off, covering the mouth of his mask with your hand as you looked into the white eyes, wondering how the hell he could see through them. “You just stay and enjoy, okay? Let me thank you.” 

Eddie just nodded as he stayed against the wall, watching you step away from him as you unzipped your jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind you, revealing the black corset that you were wearing. 

The panels of it were made of a thin lace, leaving practically nothing up to the imagination and Eddie couldn’t believe that, in a way, you had worn it for him. He had overheard you talking with your friends, telling them that you had intended on fucking one of the scarers and he was still kind of in shock that he had been the one you had chosen. Sure, he had offered, but that didn’t mean that you had to agree. 

Your hands moved down your body slowly as they traveled down to your skirt, unzipping the side and letting it pool at your feet before kicking it to the side. You then removed your shoes, followed by your tights, leaving you in just your top and the pretty underwear that matched. And Eddie was convinced that he had died and gone to heaven as he stared at you. 

You grabbed onto his hands and moved them to rest on your back, putting on the most flirty face you could muster. 

“Thought I’d let you do the honors of doing the rest of the undressing,” you bat your lashes and Eddie stayed silent, nodding enthusiastically at the idea. He undid the clasps while maintaining eye contact with you. He had unclasped more bras than he could count so the mechanism was very familiar to him. 

He did it slowly, one by one, watching the thing get more loose until he got to the last one, watching it fall to the floor between the two of you. He then brought his gaze back up to your bare chest, feeling his cock getting harder as he took in your naked top half. Fuck, you were beautiful, angelic. 

“Jesus christ,” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“No, that’s you, handsome,” you winked and he wondered how he had found someone more smooth, more flirty than he was. “Now the panties,” you nodded your head towards the pair you were wearing and Eddie’s hands traveled down your waist, tucking his fingers into your waistband, slowly pulling your panties down your legs, getting lower as they moved down south, getting a look at how wet you were as he did so, seeing it running down your legs.

 If he hadn’t been so shy, he would have cleaned you up with his mouth before draping your legs over his shoulders and eaten you out for hours on end, showing you just how hot he thought you were with just his mouth. 

Once the panties were removed, he stood to his feet with one of the leg holes looped over his pointer finger, holding them out to you. 

“Keep them,” you told him. “Something to remember the night by.” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I need your panties to help me remember what happened tonight,” he chuckled. 

“Keep them anyway.” He let them drop from his finger onto the floor then looked back up at you for further instruction. 

“Now it’s your turn,” you told him. “Shirt off.” Without hesitation, Eddie’s shirt was off and on the floor next to your panties. You stared at his upper body, eyes running over his tattoos, thinking about how much you wanted to run your tongue along them. And you were beginning to think that maybe you would. If he was a good boy, of course. Had to make him sing for his supper. 

“Now the rest of it.” First were his boots and socks that were discarded quickly then tossed to the side, followed by his pants then boxers that ended up in the pile with the rest of his clothes. 

Your eyes raked over his body and couldn’t help but stare, feeling wet as you took in his cock, thinking about how badly you wanted him inside of you, about how you didn’t want to use a condom, about how you wouldn’t have been upset if you had wound up pregnant.

“Lie down,” you told him and he was quick to obey, lying down on the floor, his long hair splayed out around his head. “I don’t want to use a condom. I-I’m kind of turned on by getting pregnant by you.” You were suddenly feeling shy, looking down to hide how much your cheeks were burning. But Eddie grabbed onto your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“You don’t even know what I look like and have decided that you want to have my baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure he was hearing correctly, feeling himself getting even more hard as he thought about it, imagining your stomach getting bigger, growing even more turned on as he thought about how it would have been because of him. 

“What you look like doesn’t matter,” you shook your. “You’re sweet and stupidly hot. At least, body-wise, and I’d be honored to have your baby, Eddie. I know we just met and I sound psycho, but I’m beginning to think that you like that about me,” You bat your lashes again as you leaned over him, your face getting close to his. Jesus, he finally found someone who had matched his freak?

“If you’re psycho, then I’m psycho,” he chuckled. “So, are you actually wanting me to get you pregnant or just saying that you wouldn’t be upset if you happened to wind up pregnant? Just want to be clear.”

“The second one,” you told him as you brought your lips to his mask again and he returned your kiss even though the plastic was a barrier. He was so close to ripping the thing off so he could feel your lips against his, but he decided against it, wanting to help you live out a fantasy that you had clearly been dreaming about for a long time. 

“Fuck it,” he patted his lap, inviting you to climb on top of him and you did so, Eddie helping you sink onto his cock, practically cumming as he heard the loud moan escape your mouth as he got inside you. “Bet you’re gonna look so fucking hot,” he rasped as you began to ride him, his hips bucking against yours as you moved together. “Already do. Fuck, I’m gonna love filling you.” 

“Christ, you have a filthy mouth,” you told him as your hands grabbed onto his shoulders and in one swift motion, he flipped you over so that your back was against the floor, hovering over you, his hair creating a curtain around your face. 

“Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart,” he chuckled again, pounding into you, watching you come undone underneath him. He loved being a bottom, but there was just something about being on top that made him feel so powerful and he wanted to be the one to be in control this time. Wanted to come inside you, watching your back arch as he filled you, fucking you even harder as he thought about your pregnant stomach again. 

“What do you think I’ll look like?” You asked through heavy breaths and Eddie felt like he finally had permission to tell you all the thoughts he had been holding back the entire night because he had been afraid of freaking you out. 

“Fucking hot,” he replied as his pace picked up, hypnotized by the way your tits were bouncing because of how hard he was fucking you, feeling his mouth collecting drool because of how badly he had wanted to suck on them. “Your tits are gonna get so big.” 

“You’re right-oh,” you let out a loud moan. “Fuck, Eddie.” A whine fell from your lips. “What else?” 

“Gonna make you wear tight clothes so I can always see your bump, a constant reminder of this night and what I’ve done to you.”

“I-” you cut yourself off. “I think I’ve finally found someone who matches my freak.” 

“Guess it’s fate that we’ve found each other then,” he winked, even though you couldn’t see him. “And I suppose it makes sense since I’m gonna be the father of your child.” His pace picked up, moving the fastest and hardest that he could and you clenched around him as you watched him reach yet another climax, a howl escaping him as you felt his cum feel you, even more turned on that in just a few weeks, you could have been carrying a child. 

You didn’t care that Eddie had been a stranger. You hadn’t had a connection like that with anyone and thought that he was right, that the whole thing really had been fate. And as you watched him orgasm, you couldn’t think about how you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to father your child even though you hadn’t seen his face. He had shown you how beautiful he was just from his personality. He was sweet and kind and you felt so lucky to have found him. 

Eddie continued to fuck you, wanting to see just how many times the both of you could come until you were each both fucked out, until you couldn’t walk. So you stayed like that for a while, moans tumbling from both of your mouths as you both had orgasm after orgasm right there on the floor of the haunted house. 

The mask stayed on the entire time even after Eddie had pulled out and the two of you had gotten dressed. Even as you had fled the park, as he locked up, even as you both had headed to your car hand in hand. But as you stood in front of the driver’s side, staring up at the mask you had become so familiar with, your curiosity was getting the best of you as you suddenly had to know what he looked like. 

You slowly brought your hands up to the bottom of it, slowly pulling it up, a gasp escaping your mouth as you took him in, the boyish smile, his adorable nose and those damn bambi eyes that were looking at you with so much affection. 

“Eddie-” you said, finally able to put a face to the name you had become so familiar with and decided that he had suited him well. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek and brought his face to yours, slotting your lips between his as his hands moved to your waist, pulling your body to his gently. 

The whole thing had juxtaposed what you had just done in the haunted house and you kind of liked that, loving the feeling of his lips against yours, already knowing that you could easily kiss him for hours and not get tired of it. And before you could get too carried away, you pulled away to look back at the man, your thumb rubbing against his cheek affectionately. 

“You’re so hot that it’s unfair,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, but didn’t mind if he heard you. A wide smile broke out on his face and you couldn’t help but mimic it. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Our baby is going to be beautiful.”

“Well, that’d only be because of you,” he winked, happy that you could finally see it this time. 

“You need to stop saying things like that or I’m going to have to take you right in my backseat.” And before you could grab your keys from your purse to unlock the car, Eddie had you pinned to the door, his arms on either side of your shoulders, caging you in. 

“You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy it,” he whispered, his lips right by your ear. He then pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. He removed his phone from his jacket pocket and pulled up his contact list before handing it to you. You quickly typed in your number and handed the device back to him before grabbing him by the shirt and pressing your lips to his one last time. 

“Don’t be a stranger,” you told him before grabbing your keys and unlocking your car. 

“Oh, I won’t,” he shook his head as he watched you get into the driver’s seat and turn on the engine. He was about to move so you could back out, but you rolled your window down and waved him forward. Eddie stepped closer and leaned down, watching you lean forward. “Need one for the road,” you told him as you puckered your lips and he was quick to oblige, pecking your lips then pulling away so you could roll up the window. 

He then moved out of the way so you could pull out of your space, watching your car roll by, immediately deciding that he was going to text you as soon as he got home, knowing that he was going to think about that night every day for the rest of his life, hoping that you wanted to be apart of it as much as he wanted you to. Well, he supposed you did since there was a possibility that you could have been having his child. And he really hoped that you were.

[esmeefreckles]

Mirror | Alexia Putellas G!P x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

PRAISE KINK. CUM INSIDE. FINGERING.

A/N: A huge thank you to @sswed for being the best beta reader and helping me so much.

The air in the hotel room crackled, the tension palpable the moment you stepped inside. Alexia stood just beyond the threshold, a predatory glint in her brown eyes that you could make out, even behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses.

A slow, deliberate smile stretched across Alexia's lips as she reached out, her fingers hooking onto your belt loops, pulling you inexorably into the room, you had no room to argue and you weren’t sure you wanted to. The door thudded shut behind you, the click of the lock echoing the sudden thump of your heart against your ribs.

"I've been waiting to see you," Alexia murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

The husky timbre of her voice sent a shiver down your spine, and the raw heat radiating from Alexia's body was almost a tangible thing. Your gaze was helplessly drawn to those captivating brown eyes, usually so open, now shadowed yet somehow more intense behind the tinted glass.

"Your little note was... persuasive," you breathed, your own voice a little shaky.

A delicious heat bloomed in your core, spreading rapidly through your limbs. You felt Alexia's hand slide possessively from your waist down your thigh, the touch sending a jolt of pure sensation through you. She leaned closer, her lips ghosting along your jawline, each feather-light caress raising goosebumps in its wake.

“Those four little numbers held a lot of promise, didn't they?” Alexia chuckled softly, her hand now resting on your hip, holding you captive against the closed door.

Her lips then trailed a line of fire behind your ear, each touch a burn to your neck that you welcomed openly and you instinctively gripped Alexia's shoulders. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the hard ridge of Alexia's cock pressing against your abdomen, a blatant declaration of intent.

"Alexia," you managed, your voice thick with burgeoning desire, your own lips now tracing the strong line of Alexia's jaw towards her neck.

"Baby," Alexia breathed back, her hand finding the short, dark strands of your hair, her nails gently scratching against your scalp as you tilted your head, casually offering her more access to your throat.

Alexia's lips and teeth left a trail of delicate marks before returning to your mouth, claiming it in a searing kiss that stole your breath and left your knees weak. You had been wanting it all day and this, this really seals the deal for you.

"I love the taste of coffee on you," Alexia murmured against your swollen lips, a hint of a satisfied smile playing on her own.

She stepped back slightly, her hungry gaze devouring you and you felt like a lamb waiting for the lion. It’s then, for the first time since your charged encounter that morning, a wave of self-consciousness washed over you. A sudden awareness of your simple attire under Alexia's intense scrutiny. You tried to fold your arms over your chest but Alexia reached out, her hand gently smoothing down the front of your sweater.

"Don't hide from me, you're beautiful," Alexia's voice was a low, gravelly caress.

Alexia then led you deeper into the suite, offering a brief, possessive glance at the luxurious surroundings before guiding you toward the bedroom. The rich gold of the quilt contrasted beautifully with the cool blues and whites of the room, the dark mahogany furniture adding a touch of decadent elegance.

Your breath hitched slightly as your eyes drifted upwards, catching the reflections in the mirrored panels on the ceiling. The surprised, perhaps slightly scandalized, expression on your face made Alexia's lips twitch with amusement.

"Never been in a room like this before?" Alexia whispered, her body pressing intimately against your back, the hard length against your lower spine leaving no doubt about her arousal.

Alexia’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer as her mouth trailed kisses down your neck. You could only nod, swallowing hard, every nerve ending in your body singing with a potent mix of anticipation and nerves at the thought of being watched.

"The thought excites you," Alexia murmured against your shoulder before turning to face you.

Agile fingers danced along your sides, finding the zipper at the back of your dress and slowly pulling it down. Alexia's smile widened as her hand slid over your bare back, noting the absence of a bra. A questioning eyebrow arched.

"It felt... right... to be... sexy today," you managed, your eyes flicking to Alexia's lips, the undeniable urge to taste them again rising within you.

You unconsciously licked your own lips, pressing slightly against Alexia. Whether Alexia's answering hum was a reaction to your words or the subtle friction, you couldn't tell, but the sound only fueled your own desire.

Then with a soft rustle, the dress pooled at your feet and you took a step back, your gaze never leaving Alexia's as you moved towards the bed, revealing the strip of black lace of your garter belt and the dark stockings that hugged your thighs.

"I could get very used to this view," Alexia murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of your body as she sat on the edge of the bed.

A newfound confidence radiated from you, evident in the deliberate parting of your legs and the suggestive flick of your finger toward your own damp heat. You watched as Alexia swiftly pulled her sweater over her head and loosened her tie, tossing both aside before untucking her white shirt, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her defined abdomen. As Alexia worked on the buttons, her own hand slipped between your legs, her fingers teasing the swollen nub, her eyes smoldering with undisguised lust, your core already slick with need.

“You're a visual person, aren't you? These mirrors should be quite... accommodating," Alexia's voice was a low purr, her gaze fixed on the rhythmic movements of your fingers.

The discarded shirt joined the other clothes, and then Alexia was quickly undoing her own belt and pants, kicking them aside before kneeling before you.

A flush crept up your neck, your gaze momentarily dropping from Alexia's intense stare, but Alexia simply smiled, a knowing, possessive curve of her lips, before leaning forward and licking a slow, wet path down your inner thigh.

Her own fingers then parted your folds, taking over the exploration, her thumb finding and expertly circling your clit. You gasped, your head falling back as Alexia's tongue dipped inside, bold and confident, while her other fingers stretched you open.

When you finally dared to lift your gaze to the mirrors, the sight that greeted you was breathtaking. You still couldn't quite meet your own eyes, but Alexia's reflection was more than enough to make your legs tremble and widen further. The play of muscles across Alexia's broad shoulders and back as she leaned in, the curve of her toned ass, it was a vision of raw, potent desire.

The appreciative gaze was shattered by a sudden feeling of fullness as Alexia slid two fingers deep inside your slick heat, moving them with a practiced rhythm that sent shivers through you. Alexia's lips then closed over your clit, her tongue a flicking, sucking torment that made you cry out, your hands tangling in Alexia's blonde hair, pulling her closer, your body aching for release.

Alexia obliged, adding a third finger, stretching you wider as she continued her relentless assault, the burning pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally erupted in a shuddering climax that gripped your body.

Alexia didn't allow you any respite, her lips mapping a trail down your thighs and stomach, her attention then shifting to your breasts, lavishing the same intense focus on each taut nipple while her fingers continued their rhythmic dance inside you, igniting another wave of exquisite sensation.

Barely had you descended from that second peak when Alexia claimed your mouth in a scorching kiss, her fingers now tracing lazy circles around your still-sensitive clit before cupping your face, pulling back to offer a small, knowing smile. It was then that without hesitation, you took all three of Alexia's fingers, slick with your own release into your mouth, sucking on them with a soft hum, your eyes locked with Alexia's, deliberately avoiding your own reflection, a thrill coursing through you at the sheer naughtiness of the act.

"Such a good girl," Alexia chuckled softly, shifting her weight to hover over you, the hard tip of her cock brushing against your inner thigh, leaving a damp trail of her own arousal. You released Alexia's fingers, your hips instinctively lifting slightly off the bed.

"Just fuck me already," you gasped, your fingers reaching out to grip Alexia's hips, digging into the firm muscle.

Your impatient plea elicited a low growl from Alexia, who grasped your hips roughly, aligning herself before plunging into you's slick heat, a guttural moan escaping her lips at the feeling of your tight embrace.

"Open your eyes," Alexia whispered, kneeling between your legs and lifting them, placing your ankles on her shoulders, raising your ass high, just inches from the mattress.

Then, she began to thrust, her lips pressing soft kisses to your ankles, her hips maintaining a steady, relentless rhythm. The thick length of Alexia’s cock stretched you deliciously, each deep stroke brushing against your inner walls, making your hands clench the sheets.You forced your gaze to the mirror, the image reflected there was a potent cocktail of lust and vulnerability.

Each thrust sent a jolt of pure sensation through your body moving in sync with Alexia's. Your heavy breasts bounced, the sensitive nipples aching for attention, you reached down, cupping their fullness, your fingers teasing the hard peaks until you were panting, on the precipice once more.

You risked a glance at Alexia: her head was bowed, her gaze fixed on your joined bodies, one hand now moving so her thumb could circle the swollen knot at your entrance, sending you spiraling towards another climax. This time, Alexia joined you, her hips buckling with a sudden, powerful surge as Alexia spilled her seed deep inside you.

It took a few moments before Alexia finally withdrew, collapsing sideways beside you, her fingers tracing small, soothing patterns on your shoulder.

"Damn," you managed, your eyes still closed, your body still humming with the aftershocks.

"Was that a good fuck?" Alexia asked, a hint of a satisfied smile in her voice.

"Yes, you idiot," you laughed softly, turning to Alexia, your hand resting on her cheek.

"So, can we do this again?" Alexia asked, covering your hand with her own.

“Well, we don't need a hotel next time. We can simply do this in our own home.”

“I thought all this... strange thing was fun,” Alexia teased, moving closer and pulling you into her arms.

"It was the wait for you that made me harder than sin."

You laughed, snuggling into Alexia's embrace, your fingers tracing the cool metal of the ring on Alexia's finger.

"Well, we have a list, and we've already ticked off 'strange hotel encounter.' I'm rather intrigued by 'voyeur.'"

"Of course. Now, how about we try out that amazing whirlpool bathtub in this room?" Alexia suggested, as a mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

[iydiamartinx]

TERRITORY, MARKED III

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader ft. Dick Grayson

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto word count: 2.3k synopsis: Damian makes an unexpected friend at the dog park—but when his older brother tags along one day and takes a little too much interest, Damian decides one thing for certain: this was not supposed to be a shared friendship. a/n: Alright, I think this might be the final part to this series, I hope we all enjoyed 🩵

You arrived at the manor with your husky in tow, her unclipped leash looped loosely in your hand as she trotted beside you excitedly. You’d never imagined that befriending a sharp-tongued little boy at the dog park—and falling for his older brother—would somehow land you at the front door of Wayne Manor.

With a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you reached for the heavy brass knocker and gave it a tentative tap, only to flinch when it echoed louder than expected.

The door creaked open a moment later to reveal a tall, silver-haired man in a crisp suit. His posture was regal, his expression kind.

“Miss Y/N,” Alfred greeted warmly, offering a slight bow. “Master Damian and Master Richard have been… anticipating your arrival.”

You parted your lips to respond—only to be interrupted by the thundering sound of someone barreling down the stairs.

“You’re here!” Dick’s voice rang out as he jogged toward the door, a bright grin lighting up his entire face. His hair was still slightly tousled from a shower, and he wore a navy hoodie and joggers that looked way too good on him. He leaned down to greet you, hands already reaching for your waist.

His lips barely brushed yours when something sharp latched onto your forearm. Startled, you blinked down—just in time for Dick to miss your mouth entirely. The small hand that had wrapped around your arm, tugged you away with surprising strength.

“Good,” Damian muttered. “You’re here.”

Dick blinked, lips hovering mid-air, clearly caught off guard. “Hey—!”

He didn’t even glance at Dick as he pulled you away, guiding you firmly inside. Your husky perked up and happily followed without hesitation, tail wagging as if she too had pledged loyalty to the twelve-year-old.

You shot your boyfriend an apologetic look over your shoulder, mouthing “sorry” as you allowed Damian to drag you off without explanation.

Dick blinked once, left standing mid-step on the manor walkway. “Okay,” he muttered under his breath. “What the hell just happened?”

Alfred, ever composed, passed him with a gentle pat on the shoulder and a knowing glint in his eye. “He was her friend first, Master Richard. Shall I bring out refreshments, sir?”

Dick sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I think I might need something strong,” he mumbled, trailing after them into the manor.

Meanwhile, Damian dragged you through the opulent halls of the manor like a boy on a mission. He didn’t spare so much as a glance at the polished marble floors, the antique oil paintings lining the walls, or the grand sweeping staircase that spiralled like something out of a castle. Of course, to him, this was just home—something he saw everyday. But to you, it was breathtaking. If it weren’t for the firm tug of his grip anchoring you forward, you might have stopped in your tracks just to take it all in.

You barely had time to admire the halls before he swept into a side room and ushered you in. It was warmer than the rest of the house—cozy, almost, with dim lighting, plush couches, and the soft hum of an old projector warming up in the corner. The screen took up nearly an entire wall, and the faint scent of buttered popcorn filled the air.

The room was already buzzing.

Stephanie was splayed dramatically across one end of the couch, a comically large bag of popcorn perched precariously on her stomach. Tim sat curled up in an armchair, hoodie pulled up and hood drawn tight, his eyes half-lidded like he was already halfway to sleep. Cass gave you a quiet nod from her perch on the backrest. 

Duke stood by the projector, frowning in concentration as he clicked through the settings. “Hold on—I almost got it.”

Jason’s voice cut through the room like thunder. “Duke, if you break that thing, I swear—”

“I’m not gonna break it!”

In the far corner, a man in a red cap sat comfortably with a toddler perched on his knee. He was broad-shouldered, grinning easily, and there was something relaxed in the way he observed the chaos around him—as though it wasn’t unusual in the slightest. The toddler giggled and squirmed in his lap, pointing excitedly at your husky, who had trotted in without hesitation and was now sniffing at Stephanie’s popcorn.

Then Jason spotted you.

“There’s my girl!” he exclaimed, arms already opening wide.

For a heartbeat, every head in the room turned to you—until your husky barked and bounded away from Stephanie with a happy yip, charging straight into Jason’s waiting arms. He crouched down and scooped her up as best he could, laughing as she licked his face with unabashed glee.

“Who’s my good girl, huh? Who’s the best girl? Yes, you are,” he crooned, completely ignoring the popcorn now scattered on the floor from his sudden movement.

He was full-on baby-talking her now, ruffling her ears as your dog vibrated with excitement, paws scrabbling at his chest and tail wagging hard enough to shake her whole body.

“She loves me. I’m obviously the favourite uncle,” he added smugly, glancing up at you as your husky settled against him with a content huff.

“She doesn’t have uncles,” Damian said flatly, crossing his arms. “She’s a dog.”

“She’s family,” Jason shot back, scandalized. “Aren’t you, sweetheart? Right, Lian?”

The toddler beamed from her father’s lap. “Unca Jay-Jay!” she declared, her voice bright with glee.

As if on cue, your husky barked again in full support.

Roy, still seated with a bemused expression, stood and approached with Lian balanced on his hip. “Hey, I’m Roy,” he said, offering you a hand that you took. “This little menace is Lian. Mind if she pets your dog?”

“She’s adorable,” you said warmly, crouching slightly to greet Lian, who was already reaching out with grabby hands.

 Damian let out a barely-contained tt, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed by the display. You glanced down at him with a raised brow, but he avoided your gaze. When you looked back at Roy, you found him trying—and failing—not to laugh.

You grinned, “Of course she can. She’s great with kids—though you might have to peel her off Jason first.”

Roy rolled his eyes with a familiar sort of exasperation. “Hey, Jay!” he called, turning toward the couch. “Lian wants to pet the dog!”

Jason, still tangled in a mass of fur and affection, looked up. “Then tell her to come join the cuddle pile! This girl’s got enough love for everyone.”

Lian’s face lit up, and Roy chuckled, carefully setting her down. She toddled off with determination towards the two while your husky barked once—happily—and plopped down to receive even more attention.

“He’s gonna spoil them,” Roy said with a shake of his head.

You laughed. “He’s not even pretending to hide it.”

Damian muttered something sharp and fast in Arabic under his breath—definitely a curse, probably directed at Jason—and turned, tugging lightly at your wrist pulling you away from Roy.

“What would you like to eat?” Damian asked, voice crisp and expectant.

You smiled, a little caught off guard by the formality of the question. “Oh, I’m good with whatever,” you replied with a casual shrug.

Apparently, that was the wrong answer.

Because before you could even finish the sentence, he spun on his heel and strode out of the room with sharp, purposeful steps.

You blinked, caught off guard. “…Okay, then.”

Across the room, Duke snorted into his drink. “I gotta say,” he murmured, more thoughtful now, “it’s nice seeing him like this. D’s been… softer lately. Still prickly, obviously. But he likes you.”

“Which means we like you,” Steph chimed in, her voice bright as she leaned over the back of the couch with a grin.

Tim nodded. “Just don’t break his heart.”

You blinked, eyebrows lifting. “Break his—? Guys, I’m dating Dick.”

“Yeah,” Duke said as he tilted his head toward the hallway Damian had vanished into. “But Damian’s doesn’t really let people in the way the rest of us do”

You paused.

That was… true. You hadn’t thought about it like that before, not really. You’d never expected that friendship with a guarded, sharp-tongued twelve-year-old would lead to all of this. But in the time you’d known Damian, you’d learned that he felt things deeply, even if he tried to hide it. Maybe especially when he tried to hide it. And something told you he didn’t make friends easily.

You exhaled, smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “He’s my friend,” you said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Duke smiled and gave a small nod, like that was the answer he’d been hoping for.

You turned from the quiet conversation and crossed the room, finding a free spot on the couch nestled between a pile of throw pillows. The cushions gave beneath you as you sank down with a soft exhale, just in time to witness Jason dramatically collapse to the floor. Lian was perched proudly on his chest, giggling, while your husky wagged her tail so enthusiastically it smacked him in the face with every swipe. Jason, of course, only egged it on with exaggerated groans and growls.

You were still grinning when Dick appeared in front of you, bowl of popcorn in hand and that all-too-familiar, flirty grin playing at his lips.

“Thought we could—”

“—Ah, you’ve picked a good spot,” Damian cut in smoothly as he returned, sliding into the seat on your free side without so much as a glance at a stunned Dick. “I’ve taken the liberty of making us a bowl of popcorn to share.”

He held up the bowl like a trophy, smug and unbothered, not sparing Dick even a glance.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as you turned just enough to catch sight of your boyfriend’s face. The pout was already forming—an honest-to-God pout—his lower lip jutting out as he stared at Damian like the kid had just keyed his car.

With a theatrical grumble, Dick flopped into the remaining seat beside Damian, muttering something under his breath that definitely included the word demon.

Damian didn’t so much as blink. “I also selected the best seasoning ratio. You’re welcome.”

You tried not to smile, but the grin tugged at your lips anyway as you shifted slightly and reached into the bowl he held between you. And, in fairness to him—he had nailed it. The popcorn was extra buttery, lightly salted, and peppered with M&M’s scattered through the popped kernels like hidden treasure.

The lights dimmed. Without any further announcement, the movie began.

Damian had laid out the rules well in advance: no talking, no commentary, no interruptions. And now, you understood why.

From the moment the opening credits of Kill Bill: Volume 1 rolled across the screen, his entire demeanour shifted. His back went rigidly straight, arms folded across his chest, eyes laser-focused. You’d never seen anyone—much less a twelve-year-old—watch a movie with such intensity. 

Fifteen minutes in, the room had descended into a mostly respectful hush.

Mostly.

Dick leaned toward you, voice low, conspiratorial. “So—?”

“Quiet,” Damian snapped, eyes still fixed on the screen.

Dick blinked, taken aback. “I was just—”

“Shh.”

The sharpness in Damian’s tone cut clean through the conversation like a blade. You clamped your lips together, barely holding in a laugh as Dick recoiled slightly, then slumped back into the couch in frustration.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I’m being bullied in my own home.”

Damian, still cool as ever, reached into the popcorn bowl without once glancing his way. “Because your presence remains a constant disturbance.”

Dick’s eyes narrowed. You could almost hear the mental math as he debated launching himself to tackle the youngest Wayne into the carpet.

“Can I just speak to my girlfriend without being attacked?” he huffed, arms crossed in what could only be described as a sulk.

You jumped in before Damian could say something snarky in return.

“Later,” you murmured, reaching behind Damian to gently scratch the nape of Dick’s neck, right where you knew he liked. His posture softened almost instantly, irritation flickering into something far more sheepish. “Let him have his movie night,” you added, eyes flicking toward Damian’s stoic profile.

Dick gave you a look of pure betrayal, dramatic and wounded. He slumped deeper into the cushions like a kicked puppy. “I’m the victim here,” he whined under his breath. “All I wanted was love.”

Damian didn’t so much as glance in his direction. “What you want is irrelevant,” he replied, tone clipped and cold, eyes never leaving the screen.

Across the room, Jason and Roy both snorted, making no effort to hide their amusement. Stephanie burst into laughter, nearly dropping her popcorn. Even Tim cracked a rare smile beneath the hood drawn low over his brow.

Dick groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “This is harassment.”

Damian didn’t so much as blink. “You invited yourself,” he said coolly, reaching for another handful of popcorn. “Today is my day with Y/n, after all the sneaking around you two did.”

Dick’s mouth opened in protest, but nothing came out at first. He blinked, visibly flustered, then looked at you like you might swoop in and defend him. But you only raised an amused brow and shrugged, your voice soft and teasing. “I think that’s your cue to stop talking, babe.”

Dick let out a defeated sigh as he turned back to the movie. “I miss when I was the favourite.”

“You never were,” came a chorus of voices in unison.

You leaned in, ignoring Damian’s pointed grumble as you shifted ever so slightly over him. Your lips brushed the shell of Dick’s ear, your voice low and laced with mischief. “I’ll make it up to you after the movie.”

He stilled, the pout on his face flickering into something else entirely—blue eyes glinting with interest, attention momentarily pulled from the screen.

You pulled back, settling into your spot, as if nothing had happened. But when your eyes met his across the top of Damian’s head, you sent him a wink.

Dick’s grin came slow and sideways, the kind of smile that promised trouble later. His fingers drummed once against his thigh, then he laced them behind his head, smug satisfaction written across his face as he happily went back to watching the movie without another word.

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[lostwrlds]

(✩) nagi is an unintentional a brat tamer, or at least it seems that way. 18+ brat taming, spanking, gender neutral.

he doesn’t have the energy or effort for attitude. it’s just in his nature to not bother with things that cause him stress or irritation. like when you snip at him, stomp your feet like a child or throwing a tantrum — his patience and capacity to deal with your heightened emotions drops. it’s too much of a hassle to manage such behaviour, a waste of energy to wrestle you into submission. so seishiro he lets you huff and puff some more, you’ll tire yourself out eventually.

he’ll look up at you lazily then, once you’ve blown off your steam and that warm spark deep within your gut fizzles into something needy and desperate. you want attention that he’s withheld from you, attention he’ll only reward you with when you start to behave. “are you done yet?” he’ll grumble, and it’s meaner than he intends… but it gets you to listen, shuts you up real quick to the point where you can only respond with a meek whimper or a nod.

“yeah?” nagi will tut next, voice low and husky from exhaustion because when you’re bad it tires him out. “c’mere, pretty girl. be good for a bit.”

and your body follows his command, slipping into his widespread lap whilst your arms loop weakly around his neck — only because you’re so embarrassed to have acted out in front of seishiro. only because you know if you keep acting out he’ll rip his attention and affection from him. the man’s patience is thin. one large hand slides beneath your clothes and over the curve of your ass, the other grasping at your chin to tip your gaze down to mirthy, sleepy grey eyes.

“you know i don’t like doing this,” seishiro sighs, shoulders sagging with disappointment. he’s annoyed, he hates the extra effort and time it takes to put you in your place. “s’much easier when you behave, yanno?” although he hates it, punishing you, there’s a daring and delighted lilt to nagi’s tone.

he can’t pretend. he sort of enjoys it. the wobble to your bottom lip and the teary apology written between the pretty flecks in your wide doe eyes. he cherishes every second of you like this, basking in pain-laced attention as seishiro spanks your ass firm but fairly. soothing over each slap as soon as it lands, grazing the tender flesh with the rough pad of his thumb. he likes how your nails dig into his broad shoulders to ground yourself and push through your punishment… because you realise how bad you’ve been and how you have to make it up to him.

“but you made me do it,” seishiro will coo, softly and sweetly, blaming you whilst landing another and harsher spank — really spurred on by your blubbered apologies and hiccuped pleas. “so now i have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

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[rafesbabygirlx]

GOLDEN CHAIN

Rafe x reader

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 Rafe 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚑𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜! 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠) 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the way the dim light catches on his gold chain, the way it drapes across Rafe’s broad bare chest, resting just above his collarbone. It’s not new, he wears it all the time, but tonight, for some reason, it’s driving you insane.

Your fingers brush against it absentmindedly as you straddle his lap, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the cool metal. He tilts his head back against the couch, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer.

“What?” he murmurs, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “You keep staring.”

You shake your head, suddenly shy, but your fingers keep tracing the chain, letting it slip between them. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I’ve never really noticed how… sexy this looks on you.”

Rafe chuckles, a deep, low sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Yeah?” His hands roam over your back, pressing you against him. “That’s what’s got you all worked up right now?”

You nod, feeling a warmth rise in your stomach, an unfamiliar flutter that has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with how good he looks like this, gold against tan skin, the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

His hands slide up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you in, lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll have to wear it more often,” he teases, voice husky.

You laugh, but the sound is lost as he kisses you, deep and slow, the weight of the chain pressing against you as your bodies melt together.

Rafe flips the two of you over so you’re trapped beneath him on the couch. The shine of the chain dangling in front of your face as he looks down at you. He’s taunting you with it. His hands slowly rise up the edge of your robe meeting the wet spot that waits for him, right in the center of your core. 

“This old thing turn you on this much?” Rafe grunts in your ear as he slowly circles your clit. 

The only response you can give is the arching of your back and a guttural moan you’ve finally let go from holding in your breath. He understands immediately, sitting up to pull down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He strokes himself a few times as he pulls your panties to the side.

He coats his tip in some of your slick, then teases your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him in.

"What do you need baby? What do you want me to do to you?" He gets off on the way you squirm beneath him. Circling your soaked hole with never pushing in.

"You, Rafe, every inch of you. Please fuck me." you cry out.

Rafe finally gives in thrusting into you completely. Bottoming out. Giving you no chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you. You still can't keep your eye off the chains that adorns his neck.

You slip your pointer finger around it pulling him closer. His forearms are placed on either side of your head and he watches in amazement how you stare at it in a trance. Without thinking you stick your tongue out and loop it around the chain. You bite down on the metal, ignoring the tingling shock it gives you as it hits your teeth.

Your moans are muffled by your grip on the chain as Rafe continues to pummel into you. His thrusts grow rougher and sloppier as you two reach your peaks.

"Cum for me baby girl, I'm gonna fill you up." Rafe grunts into your ear.

His command is all it takes for you to let go of the chain and cry out his name and you release all over his cock. The squelching sound of Rafe fucking his cum deep inside you has your head spinning and your legs shake around his waist as he comes to a halt dropping his body down next to you on the couch.

"I'll definitely have to wear this chain more often, huh?" the both of you let out a breathy giggle as you twirl the spit slicked chain around your fingers.

not my best work but enjoy either way <3

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[bloodstainedsapphic]

switch4switch ellie and a love letter to hickeys. 600 wc. minors dni

a hymn of quiet sighs and deep breaths reverberates through the room as ellie’s lush, sensitive lips caress your jaw, determined to line the entirety of it—the entirety of you.

your tongues have spent most of the night down each other’s throats, wet and relentless with no sign of stopping, neither of you willing to give the other a break. you keep tilting your head back, tapping the pillows that line your corner bed, offering her unfiltered, unadulterated access.

ellie wins the first round—covering your entire face in adoring pecks. she draws smitten giggles from you that surrender to moans the further her lips wander, growing greedier.

“ellie, ellie, ellie, ellie—” you rouse, voice husky.

she doesn’t want to stop, but your urgency slows her torrid rhythm. she’s so cute, pupils blown wide, in awe of all that is you.

in that look, you realize you need to match that energy.

you need to take what’s yours.

you seize the moment—her split-second softness—and, craning your neck and tucking your face into her shoulder, you shift the balance. you overcome ellie, getting on top and rolling her beneath you.

she lands back on the mattress, your weight pressing down to become one with her. ruffled tops bunch and slide, soon to be discarded. the blankets curl and shift as you drench her with kisses.

“wha—wha—” ellie breathes, a meek protest quickly lost to the choked pants that follow.

you pick up where she left off, only now on your terms—intent on painting her fair, freckled skin to show that you were there- that you’re who ellie belongs to.

not a problem. the girl bruises easy.

a mere press, a lingering second latched to her skin, and she blooms violet beneath your mouth.

you don’t make it any easier on her, though. in fact, you delight in every whimper torn from her throat as you flood her jaw and neck with attention—from nuzzles, smooches, and wet plops that coax marbled purple-red on her alabaster skin.

ellie’s back arches with each suckle as if she’s willing herself—begging—to be swallowed whole by you. she trembles when you mar her with nibbles—shocked wails when your teeth sink in, then relaxes when you soothe her with slow kitten licks to the spots you bit.

after some more intense, full-body shakes, you bring her back down from cloud nine.

“ssh, s’okay, easy, easy… i just wanna mark you as mine… you look beautiful with my marks on you…” you whisper, lips skimming ellie’s cheek as you loop back to the slow, affectionate brushing of your lips against hers.

ellie gradually starts to reciprocate, kissing you back as the aftershocks of your touches subside. her hands, once squeezing your hips and clawing at your back for dear life, start to ascend up your spine in a slow, comforting yet possessive way.

“well… if you get to mark me up,” she murmurs against your raw lips, her voice laced with renewed intensity, still a little breathless.

“i get to show the world you’re mine.”

her once twitchy fingers steady with purpose, threading into your hair as she pulls you close. her mouth—suddenly hot, newly demanding—finds the sensitive spot on your neck. her teeth nip. her tongue soothes.

then she trails kisses down the column of your throat, biting once. then again. and again—tiny, deliberate. spelling her name in soft, stinging imprints. you giggle at the ticklish contrast, lovedrunk on her mouth.

“mine,” ellie repeats, voice rough, raspy, needy against your skin. “fuckin’ mine-“

each kiss is a quiet, burning claim, continuing the tug-of-war you started. you’re intent on marking each other up. intent on being messily, endearingly, willingly claimed.

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