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Accidental Targ

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Daemon Targaryen x Modern!Reader

Summary: After coming to terms with the fact you were in King's Landing some two thousand years before your birth, you get reunited with your friend and try to manifest your way back to the present. For the meantime, Harwin Strong is your bodyguard.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel au, descriptions of reader's hair, incestuous gremlin!daemon, generally gross!daemon, harwin 'big daddy' strong, crackfic, typos, etc.

A/N: Following the events of our mighty poll 😁😁😁😁 im excited to say what won was was always my intention and im glad you lovely readers have synced with me on it BWHWAHA sorrows sorrows prayers

"Fucking Seven," I sigh and gather my thick skirts, running up to the blue haired girl. The servant who escorted her promptly curtsies then walks away. I release the fabrics to grasp her face. I sigh in relief, "thank the gods you're here, Libby."

"What the fuck are you wearing?" she asks groggily, eyeing my dress.

I shake my head, "fuck, shit, I mean Lilibet."

"And how did you braid your hai-" Libby speaks the same time as me before freezing and raising a finger, "fuck you."

I growl and grab her hand, "no, no, no. Listen to me," I push her hand down, "you remember running through that damned arch?"

Libby wrangles out of my clutch and rather exasperatedly glares at me, "what?"

I release a shudder then grab her face again, "listen to me, Libby!" I sigh, "remember that stupid urban legend?"

Libby's face contorts as she groans. She pushes my hands off her à la 5-year-old tantrum; her blue hair, in turn, flies to her face.

"We crossed that arch," I grab her arms, "and now we're in fucking first century Westeros, Libby," I hiss, pulling her to the bed, "which is why I have to call you Lilibet-"

"Fuck you."

"-and you have to change and cover your hair," I release her to grab the clothing on the sheets, shoving them into her chest.

"What ABOUT my hair!"

I shake my head, "it's a dead giveaw-"

"You're closer to dead. You look like a fucking grandma and you have problems with my hair?!" Libby throws the clothes back on the bed, "listen, I know I got wasted and shit, and I'm sorry, but if you want me to cosplay as a peasant, just say that and get me coffee, please-"

"LIBBY!"

Libby's ear's ring, "bitch, the fu-"

"THERE IS NO COFFEE!" I grab her arms and shake her, "we're being held hostage by Daemon Targaryen and this hair," I manically point to my head, "is our fucking lifeline!"

Libby's face pinches, the initial grogginess in her expression is expelled, "Ok, calm your tits, YN-wannabe. I told you reading fics of him would fuck with your head. Imagine reading fics about King fucking Charles-"

"IT'S NOT THE SAME!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT THE SAME?! IT'S FUCKING WORS-"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT, LIBBY!"

"HE'S THE COLONIZER OF COLONIZERS!"

"IT'S NOT A FANFIC!" I pinch my fingers together, "THIS IS NOT A FANFIC! I AM telling you we fucking crossed that arch and now we're FUCKING-"

My words cease when a creaking sound of the heavy door fills the room. The both of us turn to the door as it opens. My heart begin to race.

Lo and behold, Daemon Targaryen walks in, one hand on his hilt, eyes looking us both up and down. Libby shifts in her spot as Daemon approaches. Her demeanor immediately changes when she sees him. She straightens up and pushes her hair back, dusting off her hot pink top. Aint no way.

"Do I look good?" Libby mutters to me before Daemon is in front of us. My eyes blow wide and my jaw slacks. Be so fucking for real. She fixes her radioactive blue hair and my upper lip curls in disgust and annoyance.

Libby and Daemon lock gazes; the former smirks, "hey, cutie pie."

I slap my hand to my face. The sound reverberates in the room.

"What is a cutie pie?" Daemon asks stoically.

Libby leans on one leg, "you."

"Seven fucking hells," I quip, roughly dragging my palm down my skin.

Daemon turns to me before tilting his head. He mirrors Libby's stance and his lips faintly curve upward, "in this era, girl, pies are food. What would I have in common with a type of pie?"

Libby lets out an airy chuckle, "you ren fair boys really like roleplay, huh?"

Daemon raises a brow, "I assure you, nothing about me is boyish."

Libby bites her lip and claws the air, "rawr."

I am unable to mask the sound I make. Daemon pulls his head back at Libby's actions.

I grit my teeth and grab her arm; she shakes me off, making sure to giggle as she does this. Daemon chuckles as he turns to me, "I see why you are keen on keeping her."

"You can keep me if you like," she blurts, stepping in front of me to garner his attention. Daemon steps back.

I grab Libby's arm again. This time, with much force that the ends of my hair whip around. I whisper-yell, "you do know that is Daemon Targaryen, right?"

Libby barely turns to me as she mutters, "what?"

"You're flirting with the Daemon Targaryen," I sneer, "first of his name," I lean in and whisper, "manwhore."

Libby looks at me from over her shoulder to me then back to Daemon, "ahhhh. A cosplayer."

"Libby, I swear to g-"

"It's pretty good," she crosses her arms then points, "is that a wig or hair dye?"

Daemon furrows his brows, face contorting at her words.

My eyes widen and suddenly the silver hair on my scalp itches like it doesn't belong to me. Well, see-- it doesn't! Not in a way that counts to the incestuous gremlin!

From the way his composure tightens, I could tell he was no longer amused. I yank Libby back, shooting her a glare, "literally shut the fuck up."

She scowls at my pressed tone, "what? I was just asking-"

"Hair dye?" Daemon blurts way too loud, shutting us both up.

We turn to him as he looks between us. He tilts his head and adjusts his grip on his sword. He straightens his posture. In that moment, his expression was changed dramatically. He reaches out for Libby's hair, inspecting it in his hand. His violet eyes dart to hers, "so, your hair is blue because of dye?"

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck.

I grab Libby's hand before she can think of saying some bullshit. She does not move a muscle as I squeeze her palm.

Daemon raises his brows impatiently.

"What?" she mumbles.

I clench my jaw at her ditzy response.

Daemon narrows his eyes, "are you so dimwitted not to understand me the first time?

Fucking fuck. A shiver runs down my spine. Libby raises her brows and turns to me as I stare at Daemon. I blurt, "it is a right of passage for her family."

Daemon eyes me hotly.

I release Libby's hand and scramble to the bed where my clothes were folded into a small sack. I go through my things and pull out my phone, opening my gallery, showing Daemon a photo of Libby and our friends with bright colored hair. I lie, "these are her cousins."

Daemon pulls his head back at the sight of the photo on my phone; it was the exact reaction he had when I showed him a screenshot of the maps of this very place.

Libby blinks rapidly as Daemon comes to my side. The man basically breathes down my neck as he looks a the screen like a boomer. He narrows his eyes and pulls back his chin.

I point to Sandra, who had pink hair, "they do this to... commemorate the war-- of their people."

Daemon looks at Libby again, seemingly expecting more of an explanation. I look at Daemon and begin to panic at the aloof expression Libby held. I place my hand on his arm and rub it gently. Thankfully, he's still a simple man and it seems to diffuse his unbelieving demeanor, "it's hard for her to talk about. It was a war over dye and trading. A lot of her family... were casualties."

Fuck. WELL, real wars have been fought for WAAAY less.

Daemon turns to me, "I find it hard to believe such traditions exist two thousand years from now."

"And yet," I wave my phone, "you could not also believe you were listening to music with me moments ago."

He hums and turns back to Libby. He nods, "well, have her dress," he turns back to me, "I want to break fast with you before the tourney, dragonling."

I nod rapidly. Daemon gives a smile and heads for the door, "you remember your way to the solar?"

"I do."

He eyes Libby as he walks off then turns to me, "very good."

The moment the door closes, Libby explodes, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

"WE'RE IN FUCKING FIRST CENTURY WESTEROS," I whisper-yell, "now keep your voice down, you stupid fucking bitch, and change!"

It took me explaining everything that happened in detail as she got in her dress AND getting lost in the fucking castle then actually finding our way to the solar for Libby to believe I wasn't playing the most elaborate prank on her.

And when we got there, a servant informed us that the prince had been summoned by the king and that we should eat by ourselves.

Libby and I sit across each other. We decide to forfeit the fact the food could be poisoned because we were way too hungry not too eat. This blue haired rat, however, couldn't fucking stop saying the food could use salt and pepper. We were mortified when a servant came to us with a mortar of just that.

Before we could even say thank you, she runs off.

I snap at Libby, who scratches her headscarf for the nth time, "do you fucking understand you're a terrifying aristocrat right now?!"

"I'M SORRY!" Libby makes a repentant expression.

"You should be!"

"It's just that everything is fucking boiled and-"

The sound of the door opening ends Libby's yapping. We both snap to see who was entering.

In walks the dark haired man from the night before. Gold cloak, armor, and all. He steps in front of us and bows, "good morn."

"Hubba hubba," Libby tucks imaginary hair behind her ear.

"Fucking," I snap to her, "stop."

I look back at the man trying to remember his name, I can't seem to.

"Wait! Is this the madly good looking guard you were talking about?!" Libby speaks WAY to loud for a conversation between two people across each other.

The man makes a sound as he wipes his lips. My eyes widen and I sink in my chair.

"You clearly have a type," Libby mutters as she unabashedly eyes him. He is undeterred. She tilts her head, "he looks like your ex."

I snap back at her, "w h a t?"

"Or I mean he would look like him," she points her thumb, "if he wasn't so whiny, short, and pathetic," Libby turns to me.

"He literally looks nothing like Jon."

"He does!" she leans in, "dark curls, thick brows!"

I shove a bread roll into her mouth.

"Prince Daemon tasked me to be your chaperone for the day," he says, clutching his hand in front of him.

"I've always wanted a hot bodyguard," Libby smiles and leans back on her chair, "well, don't just stand there," she beckons him, "come join us for breakfast."

I pretend to fix my silver hair as I clear my throat, "breaking fast."

"Breaking fast," Libby corrects with a grin, "and what was your name again, pretty boy?"

I groan as I shove a bread roll into my mouth.

"Harwin Strong, my lady," Harwin mutters with another respectful nod, turning to me, "and please, forgive me for last night's encounter, Lady Gryffindor."

Libby titters and slaps her hand on her mouth.

"If I came off as impertinent or-"

"No, please, sir Strong," I raise a hand to him, "you were doing your job-- I mean your duty. Nothing needs to be forgiven."

"By the way," Libby raises a finger, "I'm Lady Hufflepuff and I would love it if you sat down next to me."

Harwin turns to Libby and I resist the urge to facepalm. My face twitches and I watch as Harwin shifts in his spot. I blurt, "you can call her Lilibet."

"Fuck you," Libby snaps.

I snap back, "well, that is your name, is it not?"

"I'm not entering my nun era."

I make a throaty sound and grab a goblet, "clearly," I take a sip, "but with that getup-"

"Hey!" Libby bangs on the table, "you're the one who made my cunt levels drop with this milkmaid outfit."

Harwin begins to cough.

"What? Like I chose that for you?"

"No," she props her elbow on the table, "but Daemon gave you a city girl-"

"Prince Daemon."

"-outfit and he made me look like your ugly handmaiden."

"Again," I brush my platinum hair out of my face, "that wasn't my choice, Lilibet."

"My ladies-" Harwin interjects, making us both turn to him. He clears his throat and offers pinched smile, "I am honored by the invitation, but I will stand watch out-"

"Oh, don't be rude and just sit down already," Libby presses with a playful look, "there's way more food than the two of us can eat."

And though she was correct, I kick her underneath the table.

Libby yelps and eyes me. I dodge her when she kicks me back.

"I don't think it appropri-"

"Nonsense!" Libby calls, turning back to Harwin as she fails to kick me again, "please, just join us."

"LILIBET!" I whisper-yell.

"UGH!" she turns to me with disgust and whisper-yells back, "stop fucking calling-"

"You do know he could literally be like your great-great-great-great-"

She raises a hand and cuts me off with a guttural groan, "oh miss me with that bullshit! You're LITERALLY a Targaryen!"

"I will wait outside," the man calls, making us turn to him.

Harwin walks off and Libby raises the bowl of bread rolls, "THE BREAD ROLLS ARE ACTUALLY REALLY NICE THOUGH!"

I wipe my face, "Libby, we're going to fucking die."

"Not before I try myself some Harwin Strong."

"SIT BACK DOWN."

"I'M SAT!"

When we finished eating, Harwin escorted us to the arena to watch the tourney.

"Are you married, Harwin? Can I call you Harwin?" Libby asks.

I shoot her a look, "Lilibet."

Libby ignores me. The man we were following keeps walking, not bothering to look back at us, "you may call me whatever you like, my lady."

Libby and I turn to each other with a gasp. No, cause why he playing like that?

"And I am not married," he looks over his shoulder, eyes locking with mine momentarily.

Libby's jaw drops and begins to shake me. She mutters loudly under her breath, "bitch. why he looking at you, and not at me?"

"Probably because you're fucking stupid!" I retort quickly in the same manner, unable to mask my giddy tone.

Harwin clears his throat again as he looks front. Neither of us catch this.

"Libby, be so fucking real though," I grab her arm and whisper, "that's someone's grandpa."

"Yeah, well, today, he's my daddy," she mumbles then bites her lips, as if it could minimize her grin.

Harwin makes a face and whispers under his breath, "daddy?"

When we get to the arena, the sound of the cheering crowds make both of us excited, up until someone screamed in terror and the crowds continued cheering anyway. Harwin gave us spots quite near the front, and the sight of the horses and their long-ass sticks left me feeling uneasy.

Libby shoves into me as she points to the far right. I, in turn, collide into Harwin's bulky armor. Before I can apologize for it, she squeals, "LOOK, IT'S DAEMON!"

"Libby, he's the prince!"

"TAKE A PHOTO! He looks so good!"

I give her a look as I straighten up, "girl, shut the fuck up."

Without another thought, she pulls out her phone from her bosom and wipes the moisture off the screen.

Harwin looks away, eyes wide, pretending he did not just see that happen.

"Stop it! You have no idea how bad this could-"

"Oh, shut up, you showed Daemon your phone!" Libby makes a face.

"THAT'S BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T LET ME GET REUNITED WITH YOU IF I DIDN'T CONVINCE HIM I WAS FROM-."

"Shush," she opens her camera and begins to take photos of Daemon. She shouts his name along with the other spectators and I beg her to at least call him prince.

"What is that contraption," Harwin asks, eyes glued on Libby's cracked screen.

I turn to Harwin, to Libby's phone, back to him, "it's, err... an image capturing... box."

Harwin nods at me though his face is visibly confused. He furrows his brows as Libby switches to front cam and puckers her lips out, "SAY CHEESE, DADDY!"

The color in Harwin's face drains when he sees himself on the screen. I clutch his arm and give him a look, "it's okay. It's not dangerous."

"Will it capture my image?" he mutters and covers his face. He mutters under his breath, "I'd like to keep my face."

Fuck. "N-not like that. It's... it's not black magic."

All the while, Libby is pressing the buttons on her phone, rapidly taking photos no one asked for.

A few people around us begin to mutter to themselves. I find myself looking over my shoulder, catching a bunch of men staring right at us. I eye Libby, nonverbally telling her to quit it. She gives me a look and snaps a few more pics of Daemon before shoving her phone back in her cleavage.

I release a breath when she does, that, and ser Harwin's arm that I did not realize I was still latched on to. I offer a look, "sor- apologies."

He nods, "all is well, my Lady."

And yeah sure, maybe it was. Maybe all was well. Daemon was winning the tournament-- or tourney, I guess; I have no idea what the difference was. I mean I could barely watch because they were fucking gladiator-ing each other, but I knew he was winning because after every crash, came a trumpet and the announcement of it.

So yeah. Maybe it was fine then, in its own sick way, but then Libby pulled me by the arm and said, "I have to take a shit."

"What?"

She gives me a look, "I need to take a shit."

"Libby," my eyes widen.

"I know!" she grabs my shoulders as the crowd cheers over whatever barbaric brawl was happening this time, "you think I want to know what their loos look like?" she shakes me, "am I going to have to shit in a river?"

I wipe my face and turn over to Harwin. His eyes turn from the match to me when I pull at his cloak, "mmm.... Lilibet has to... ... to poop."

Libby slaps my arm. I turn to her, frazzled. She hisses, "he doesn't know what poop is."

"You think I don't know that?!"

"I beg your pardon, my lady?" Harwin shifts to us, his thick brows knitting.

"Yeah, one second," I raise a finger at him, looking back at Libby, "I don't fucking remember the word."

Libby sighs, "Just tell him I need to sh- I NEED TO SH-"

I slap my hand on her mouth, "QUIT IT!"

Libby pushes my hand off, "WHAT?!"

"HE'S NOT GONNA KNOW WHAT THAT-"

"EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT TAKING A SH-"

"NO, THERE'S A TERM THAT THEY USE! Think about it! Have you never watched a BBC period drama?!"

"BITCH, YOU KNOW I ONLY WATCH NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC!"

"OK, THEN THINK OF WHAT DAVID ATTENBOROUGH SAYS WHEN THE ANIMALS ARE POOPI-"

"DO YOU GENUNINELY BELIEVE THEY SHOW FOOTAGE OF ANIMALS POOPING ON TELEVISION?!"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. IN ALL TV HISTORY THERE HAS TO BE AT LEAST ONE TIME WHERE-"

"HARWIN," Libby shoves me to the side and grabs the man, "I HAVE TO SHIT."

Seven father fucking hells. I dig my fingers into the roots of my light hair and to Harwin, whose lips part and brows furrow. He nods, "I will lead you to the privy," he turns to me, "stay here in the meantime."

We both nod. Libby walks to Harwin's and makes a face at me, "they call it a privy on the BBC, do they? Sounds like an office."

"Libby- Just- if push comes to shove, tell him you'll shit in the river."

Libby groans as Harwin leads her off. She shoots me a glare, "I am not shitting in a river with Harwin watching!"

I shriek in shock when there is a loud crashing sound. My hands dart to my ears just as the crowd roars. A loud voice announces the victory of Prince Daemon from House Targaryen.

I drag my hands down my cheek and clutch my chest.

I dare to look at the casualties on the playing grounds, but to my horror, I see something far worse. Daemon's horse is galloping over to me. He rips his helmet off, tosses it, and sighs through a grin. He points his stick to me and loudly calls, "might a fair woman like you reward me something sweet?"

My eyes widen and I feel the entire stadium turn to me. My heart races and my jaw loosens inch by inch.

Daemon shoves his stick to the side and reaches his arms out to me, "a kiss perhaps?"

Rat, I wasn't even watching you play. Why should I reward you for winning a game I didn't watch?

I cannot help the sound that leaves me when the other audience members begin to spur me on and nudge me. Fuck. I hate peer pressure. I walk towards the railing and eye Daemon as if I had laser vision.

"I CANNOT REACH YOU!" I scream back, momentarily shocked by the ferocity and fury of my voice. I gulp and clear my throat, rubbing my neck that I would so like to keep. I raise my hands, "I must then stay here!"

Daemon, face shining with sweat, colored with dirt and blood, beams as he looks up. He chuckles and dismounts his steed. He walks closer to me and begins to remove his armor, "then come down to me, woman!"

The crowd loses it. The women around me scream that I should come down to him.

Maybe if I jump head first, I'll be done with all this bother.

Fuck, but then Libby would be all alone.

I groan under my breath, "fucking Libby. This is all her fucking fault!"

I look back at Daemon, who had two men helping him out of his armor at this point. His eyes are on me; they probably didn't leave. His lips are curved higher, "fear not," he smirks deeper, "did I swear to protect you?"

The crowd is feral. I glance around the place. Isn't the fucking king right there?!

"No!" I look down at him and shake my head, "you swore not to harm us!"

Daemon laughs, "is there a difference?"

"YES!" I blurt, eyes wide.

Daemon stands alone bellow me, free of his upper body armor. He raises his hands up to me, "then believe me when I say you will not be harmed when you jump."

"Oh gods," I grip the railing and screw my eyes shut, "I fucking hate this man."

"Will you make all of King's Landing wait days for you, girl?"

I growl as the people around me continue to pressure me to jump. Had there not been people around, maybe I would have spit at him. And yet - I climb the railing - I am nothing against peer pressure.

Daemon steps forward, arms higher, laugh louder.

The stadium gasps while heart leaps into my mouth when I let go of the railing and drop straight down. The collision is just as messy as I had dreaded it to be and the next thing I know, I've smack dabbed atop the fucking prince of the realm, crushing into the fucking dirt. So much for catching me.

Yet somehow, Daemon manages to let out giggles while the crowd cheers. His arms tighten around me as I push myself up on his chest, "my," he blows silver hair out of his face, "I didn't actually think you'd do it."

"Fuck you," I snap and shove myself off him.

I don't even know where I'm even going, but I storm off anyway, feeling like the biggest idiot in the known galaxy.

But of course, Daemon is quick to get up and grab my arm. He speaks some High Valyrian bullshit, but I care little for it and pry my limb out of his clutch.

It seemed that was the wrong course of action though, cause the next thing I knew, he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. The audience flourishes over the way he took me like a piece of meat.

I fucking hate it here.

Make no mistake, I did my due diligence and tried to wrangle out of his grip. But he was pumped with far too much adrenaline, and his inflated ego would not let him let me go.

Eventually, I got tired and just let it happen. The moment he put me down when we arrived at his chambers though, I shoved him off and distanced myself as much as I could, "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Daemon responds in High Valyrian, which effectively pisses me off more.

"I don't have TIME to decode your dragon-heir bullshit, so quit it! I am not a toy!"

Daemon chuckles as he takes a towel and wipes his face, "no?"

"Look," I snap, "I know you're, like, touch deprived and emotionally constipated," I stretch my arm out, "I mean, your family-- our family is a fucking wreath, so you're bound to be fucked up in the head, but please," I press my palms together, "PLEASE just be normal until the end of the day, Dae- Prince Daemon."

Daemon laughs as I go off on him. He watches me for a moment, throws the towel to his bed, and tilts his head.

My chest heaves as we stare at each other. Instead of relaxing, I begin to grow more tense with every passing second. I take a deep breath, but it does nothing for my nerves when Daemon walks forward.

"The truth in the matter is," he raises a hand, "you need me."

My stomach drops when he yanks me by the waist. His violet eyes dart down to my heaving chest. He places his one hand on my collarbone, "shhh."

The feel of him pressing onto my flesh does the exact opposite of what he wants. But no-- with how the corner of his mouth curves upward, I think it's actually the exact reaction he wanted.

When I try to push him off, he pulls me tighter into him and repeats, "you need me."

My nostrils flare but I stop repelling him.

"You need me," he lifts his gaze, "but I don't. I want you, but you need me."

I clench my jaw tightly. I am unable to contain my flinch when his hand strokes my side. He continues, "you need me to open the gate for you and your friend come midnight, do you not?"

I turn away from him.

He nudges me and asks louder, "do you not?"

"Yes," I whimper as I shut my eyes.

He hums, "then," he takes my chin in his fingers, "you'll be what I want, riñītsos." Little girl. He raises his brows. "If say you are a toy, then you say, 'yes, my prince'. If I say you are a rug, then I expect you under my heel. If I say you are my dog, then you ought to bark," he releases my chin, "now, bark, my sweet."

I glare at him, "if you want a dog, I suggest you go up North." I push him by his chest.

He laughs. He grabs my arms and pushes me back. I panic when I fumble on my feet and find myself pressed against a wall. "You're right, riñītsos. How wrong of me to liken dragon fire to dog breath."

I gasp when my back hits the wall.

"A shame," he tucks my silver hair behind my ear, "your parents did not give you violet eyes."

I am frozen in my spot when his lips brush against mine. My breath hitches when he simultaneously presses me back with his chest and pulls me forward with his hands.

I don't kiss him back. My brain was in a glitch. He doesn't seem to mind and feasts on my lips. The moment I have the wits to move, he pulls away and whispers, "worry not," he kisses my jaw, "I'll give your babes violet eyes."

Hearing that really snapped me out of my trance.

I finally turn away from him. It does not deter him though, and he makes due with kissing my neck. He moans against me, "you smell divine."

"I-it's called," I push him back, "personal hygiene."

He snakes his arms around me, "you were sent to me by the gods."

"I travelled here by accident!"

"And I plan to make good of this happy accident."

I fight him off when he claws my skirt up. I weigh my chances with screaming and with talking sense into him. I ponder of telling him my vagina is cursed, but then I think he'd be into that.

"Don't fight it," Daemon grabs my wrists, "I will quench the fires of the Targaryen blood in you that calls out to me."

"My blood does not call out to you!" I whimper.

"You may be Gryffindor by name, but you will be a Targaryen once I am done with you."

And then the doors slam open. "Your grace!"

"Harwin," I call out to the man that burst in.

Daemon growls and but does not pull away or turn, "I'm busy."

"It's Lady Hufflepuff," Harwin speaks through strained breath.

"Who?"

My stomach drops, "wait!" I push Daemon harder, "what happened to Libby?"

Daemon finally looks over his shoulder with annoyance, "what happened?"

Harwin takes a moment to respond. The dread that courses through me makes me strong enough to shove Daemon off. He grunts as I do so. I walk over to the dark haired man, "Harwin."

He clenches his jaw and turns to his feet, "I took her to the privy. She said she was having... trouble using it and that I should call a servant to help. So... I fetched a servant, but when I returned," he clears his throat, "she was gone."

I bring my hand to my mouth.

Daemon walks up behind me, "you lost a woman in King's Landing, Strong?"

"I- I did not think much of it at first," Harwin turns to Daemon, "at first I thought she may have just finished and was playing a trick on me," he glances to me but looks away at once, "but then I saw her contraption on the ground-"

I gasp.

"And then I saw a shoe... and then her headscarf-"

"Dear gods, Libby," my voice strains.

"She was taken by a group of three men," Harwin speaks sternly, "I know not for, but they've since regret their decision."

"And Libby!" I jump and grab his arm, "where is she now?!"

Harwin feels guilt eat away at him when he catches my distraught expression. He turns to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "she's being attended to by the maesters in the ward-"

I dash to the door, intent on reaching her, though I had no idea where I was going.

"It's this way!" Daemon calls.

When I turn to see where he meant, he was already right behind me. He grabs my arm and leads me down the hall.

The moment we get to the ward, I run around and look for Libby. I am shocked solid in my place when I see the cot she is laid upon. My hands slap to my face upon catching her messy hair, dirty skin, and tattered clothes. Her waist was bound in bandages, but that didn't prevent the red to seep through from her side.

I drop to my knees and crawl all the way over to her. I yelp when I feel how cold her hands are. Hot tears burn down my cheek, "Libby, please!"

My breathing becomes more erratic.

"I've spoken to the maesters," Daemon's voice sounds from behind.

"Fucking tetanus, fucking bacterial shock-"

"They said she lost some blood but she will recov-"

"SHUT UP!" I snap and get to my feet, "YOU GET A FUCKING FEVER HERE AND YOU DIE!" I point an accusing finger, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!"

"ME?" Daemon snaps back, "that Strong fool was the one that took his eyes off her!"

"If you had just let us stay in your chambers like I begged you to-- but no! You wanted us to watch your stupid fucking game, you EGOTISTICAL BASTARD!"

He steps forward and barks back, "she still would have needed to go to the privy, you whining nitwit!"

"Why did they even take her?!" I whine.

Daemon does not respond.

"I do not contest that the fault is mine," another voice speaks.

Daemon and I turn to Harwin. His hands are linked in front of him, and only then do I realize they were bloody. More tears gush down my face when the man continues, "it was my duty to keep her-"

"It doesn't matter now, does it!?" I wail, waving my hands around. I fall back on my knees and turn to Libby. Her blue hair was stuck on her sweaty skin. And as I wiped her forehead, it felt like a rehash of last night, except worse. I sob, "nothing's gonna change the fact she got fucking stabbed."

Daemon looks from me to Harwin, "what of the men that took her?"

"I killed them."

My expression drops as I turn to Harwin.

The two stare at each other for a moment.

"Well, we can't question the dead, now can we," Daemon mutters, "feed their corpses to Caraxes."

"W-wait," I feel bile rise up my throat, "did- did you actually kill them?"

Harwin looks at me but doesn't respond. He walks off when Daemon orders him to get a chair. I turn to Daemon and whimper, "he didn't actually kill them... did he actually kill them?"

Daemon nods, "he did," and grabs my arms, "do not insult yourself by sitting on the floor."

For once, I do not fight him back. I let him bring me to my feet. The moment I'm stood before him, he takes my cheeks and wipes my tears.

I shake my head, "I have to take her back."

Daemon raises his brows, "you would dare to move her in such a state?"

"It's the only way she will survive," I mumble through trembling lips.

The prince looks at me for a moment. Harwin finally brings a chair. He places it beside us then stations himself by the door. Neither Daemon nor I make a move for the chair. The former asks, "and you think you can carry her all the way back?"

"Daemon," I grab his arms, "I just have to get her back. Once I'm there, it'll be half the work done."

Daemon releases a breath. He takes my silver locks and fondles with the ends, "and what if I do not want you to leave."

Fuck. "Please," I beg, "please. We both know I don't belong here."

I can see it clearly. It was so clear that those words meant nothing to him. It was talking to a brick wall. I sigh and wipe my face, "I'll do what you want. Whatever it is, I'll do, as long as you let us go by midnight."

Daemon narrows his eyes.

I muster up the most sincere expression I am capable of.

"You will give me whatever I want?"

I close my eyes and shake my head, "yes... my prince."

He does not respond. Daemon turns from me to Libby. He pulls away and calls, "Strong."

"Your grace," Harwin responds.

"She could manage on the back of an ass, could she not?"

Harwin thinks for a moment then nods, "she could."

"Then fetch me an ass," Daemon says. Harwin promptly complies.

Daemon doesn't make me do anything besides sit on his lap while we watched Libby for the rest of the night. I knew in my gut that was not what he wanted out of me, but he didn't say otherwise and I didn't bring it up. Soon enough, it was midnight and there I, Daemon, Harwin, and Libby, sat on a donkey, stood before the open gate of the castle.

Rather than thinking this was stupid and it wasn't going to fucking work, I prayed under my breath to the Seven that we be delivered from this nightmare.

But every time I felt tranquil, the donkey made a sound and I just knew it had to go. What the hell was I going to do with the donkey when I got back to the city anyway?

I clutch the satchel containing our things around my shoulders, "I'll carry her instead."

Daemon and Harwin turn to me and mutter at the same time, "what?"

"I don't want to be responsible for the donk- the animal when I get there."

"Just leave the ass behind," Daemon mutters, rather annoyed.

I grab Libby, who I was already keeping upright, and wrap her arms around my shoulders, "I can carry her."

"No, you can't," Daemon mutters.

Harwin adds, "you are not in the right mind to do this."

"Just," Daemon add, "set the beast free when-"

"I can't just let a donkey loose in King's Landing, Daemon!" I snap, "now please! Help me-"

The bells begin to ring.

I immediately panic.

A surge of adrenaline helps me gather Libby onto my back. "Fucking hell," I grunt and try to fix her on me.

Daemon shakes his hand, "here, let me-"

"I GOT IT!" I scream as the sound of the bell tolling makes my entire body burn with agitation.

I shift Libby on my back one last time and beeline to the gate.

Harwin and Daemon watch. It's impossible to tell which of them is more skeptic in the moment.

I begin to struggle and nearly trip on the annoying skirts hindering my feet. Harwin steps forward, "watch your step."

Daemon eyes him in annoyance, "how helpful."

"Fuck," I panic and begin to walk faster towards the gate, "fucking hell, it's not even that far!"

I reach the large, tunnel-like gate and can't help but close my eyes, afraid that if I could see where I was going, it wouldn't work.

Then SPLAT! I fall face down on the ground.

I scream and immediately roll Libby off me, uncaring that it hurt me, that it hurt her, and quickly get on my feet. I drag her corpse-like body across the expanse and cry as I do so.

I was manic. I was delirious. The sound of the echoing bells did not help the situation at all. I couldn't stop pleading to the gods as I tugged my best friend across the ground. I couldn't even open my eyes because I didn't think my prayers were heard.

"Enough!" a voice calls.

No. NO! That was fucking Daemon. GET THE FUCK AWAY!

I feel someone mess with Libby's body. I screech and refuse to let her go, "LET US GO, DAEMON!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

"NO!" I squeal, finally opening my eyes. I release Libby and lunge at Daemon when I spot him. We crumble to the ground. Once he's on his back, I begin to beat him. It unfortunately doesn't take long for him to overpower me.

"ENOUGH!" he barks, both my hands now trapped in his.

"LET US GO!" I cry.

Daemon shakes his head, "STOP IT!"

"WE'RE GOING BACK!" I try to punch my way out of his grip. It doesn't work.

"Look at me!" Daemon yells, "you dragged her through."

"Get off me!"

"You've done it!!"

I flinch when he shakes me.

"You did it!" Daemon exclaims as he sits up, hands cradling my shoulders, "we're in your time now."

I finally register his words. Daemon looks around, "when you said ruins, I expected an empty castle, not... ruins."

A gasp leaves me when I hear a loud roar from the sky. Daemon looks up when I do, and I calm down when I realize it was only an airplane.

"Was that a dragon?" Daemon asks.

"No," I pull away from him, "that's an-" wait. I stare at him. Daemon fucking Targaryen came back with me?

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evolnoomym · 29 days

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1. This is me trying

Sugar-Daddy!Joel Miller x f!OC

General Masterlist | „Runaway Butterfly 🦋“ Masterlist

Summary: You may have gotten out, but the damage is done. As you look back on the past you take a step forward in the present.

Rating: 18+ explicit content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: no y/n, f!reader, this is how my first OC Moon got born, childhood abuse, self hatred, alludes to sa & suicide attempt(s), 2 separate instances of underage OC getting taken advantage of, nothing to graphic, Weed consumption, panic attack, OC sexualizes herself, she has tits and ass

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: This is the first chapter of my my first Series, it’s been sitting in my notes basically for about 3 months. (Can we believe I’ve been here for 3 months already 😅) I know it’s rather short but the following chapters will be a lot longer. No Joel except in photos, also the Hawaiian Flannel he wears in one of those is the same as @strang3lov3 owns, hers is inspired by Jim Hopper. Bug was also the one that told me to write, so it’s all thanks to her 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Big thank you to for beta reading @fhatbhabiee & @jennaispunk 🦋🦋🦋

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 👌🏻

Technically you are missing, you didn’t tell them where you’d go, they didn’t even knew you’d go at all. Though, you are sure that they are happy to be ridden of the problem, connecting all of them.

They took your pride, confidence, dignity and hope. They clipped your wings early on so you’d never get away, no chance at getting out of this nightmare. Always destined to be the black sheep, the picture-perfect scapegoat for all of them, and whenever something went wrong you got blamed.

No wonder you started to hate yourself, believing their cruel words. You were never good enough and they made you think it would be better if you would just be gone.

They tore you apart, made you hate the girl in the mirror till you just wanted to give up, they put all the blame on you, they used you as a little girl sized punching bag, they made you believe that everybody grows up that way.

Since both of your parents were equally unstable people, it forced you to grow up quickly, so you could take care of them. Never would you know who that real version of yourself could’ve been, without all the trauma, a loss to carry forever.

How should you have known that what happened was wrong, if you never knew anything else. You thought the violence and the loneliness was part of being a little girl.

With time you became something akin to a shapeshifter, trying to be whatever it took to fulfill their desires, if it meant to be loved. Even just the tiniest amount of recognition, was worth giving yourself up.

But those closest betrayed you. Turns out it was all for nothing at all. All the sacrifices you made were so entirely useless, breaking yourself down to become the version they might’ve liked best, trying fit the shape of their choice and satisfy their deranged ego’s.

You scraped together any amount of savings you still had and sold everything you owned that was worth anything. Your Dad and Grandma gave you some money and that was it.

They had pushed you so far, you felt the need to flee to an entirely different continent, almost a 15 hour fly and 525 miles away from what was supposed to be home, that’s what it took to get some semblance of freedom and peace. Austin became your home, it was a fresh start and that’s exactly what was needed.

To much happened, to many unforgivable occurrences. You couldn’t ever heal in the place they broke you in, surrounded by abusers. They might have forgotten, painted an entirely new picture of the truth for themselves, but you’ll always remember what really went down.

You could still vividly remember your brother’s frantic calls once he realized you were gone. He couldn’t believe you’d really go through on that childish silly dream, he always laughed at you for saying, you’d just pack up one day and leave everything behind.

Guess he’s not laughing anymore.

After countless attempts you finally gave in and picked up, only to met by loud thundering voices yelling at you. It was all about how insane you must be, so incredibly selfish, overly dramatic, over-emotional and weak for simply running away.

A coward.

As always it’s just about them, their feelings and what would be best for them. No care for what you’d want and what the best for you could be.

You tolerated more than anyone else would’ve, before ending the call. It was just an accumulation of empty threats, supposed to put you back in line, but it did the opposite. That phone call was the last time you’d speak to them.

8 months have passed since leaving, its now May and here you sit lounging in the living room of your tiny two-room flat. The soft, grey, cloud-like couch was one of your best investments, making it your second favorite place besides your bed.

Its Friday. The clock shows that it’s close to 6 pm, the early-evening breeze flows in through the open balcony and alongside the bustling noises of the streets outside. Cars honking, tires screeching, kids yelling, people laughing and birds chirping, all of it reminds of the overwhelming world waiting outside of your safe bubble.

You just pulled out your rolling tray, trying to quiet your mind, you’ve barely finished licking the paper. When your phone suddenly goes *ping* *ping*, a sound you haven’t heard before.

Normally that might make you anxious but today you are just annoyed by any sort of interruption to your routine.

„Ughhh.”

You begrudgingly get up to retrieve your phone from the kitchen counter. When you reach it and take a look at the screen you immediately understand what caused the strange sound.

A notification for the Sugar-Daddy website you had started using earlier this week. You have tried those odd websites before, at 16 thinking it would be a good idea. Back then you were already after the attention of a mature, wealthy and significantly older Men.

Looking back you always had a weird infatuation with men outside your age range.

Your first kiss happened, when you were 13 and still played with dolls. He was 21 and had just gotten his drivers license, already moved out and had a job. He took you on a walk, then sat down on an old park bench and just kissed you which felt like heaven,at the time. He was your Bestfriend’s older brother who knew exactly how madly in love you were with him.

Two years later, at 15, you thought that 25 year old police apprentice was seriously interested in you, convinced he’d make you his. But, no, he wanted to fuck a minor, he was after the thrill of something tight and young, to be the first to break you in and then throw you away once you served your purpose.

Even though you were foolish and naive, the perfect opportunity for him to use, it seemed your desperate want for genuine love chased him away before he could go in for the kill.

In those instances you were lucky that nothin worse happened, but at 17 the luck had run out or maybe what happened is what you get for making the mistake of trusting.

It was the friendly guy in your semester group, the one who was troubled himself but made you feel like it’s okay, he seemed to understand you. He became a good friend, he made you feel less alone and in the end he became the biggest nightmare.

Your trust was already broken and played with many times before him, but what he did was one too much. He changed the way you viewed the world, the way you lived.

You were deeply afraid of ever running in to him again, and when it happened you could practically feel the world stop spinning.

It was just a worst case scenario that never came true until it did. You remember that day like it was yesterday, it was supposed to be a quiet run to the grocery store, shopping with a friend. Standing in the bread aisle, you were waiting beside the cart for your friend to make her decision. You just stared down at the ground for a split second before looking back up and there he was. Staring at you with this awful smile of his. Ringing in your ears, shivers running down your spine and shaking hands were all you needed to know that getting out of there was more than necessary.

As you stood at the cash register the thought that it might not have been him weaseled itself into your head. The hope that it might’ve been just some mix-up got crushed when a voice behind you spoke up. That voice, the way he talks, you would recognize it anywhere. He was right there, the monster who looked so nice in the beginning was just a couple inches away. You could practically feel him breathe down your neck, just like he did that night. Keeping your composure was the biggest challenge.

Afterwards on the way home, in your friends car you broke down, never ever would you want him that close again. He contributed to you wanting to get away.

Now at 21, even after everything that happened, you thought about giving the Sugar-Daddy thing one last chance. The money would be nice, of course it would, living free without having to worry, having someone who takes care of you and you get to just enjoy living, is the dream.

You wanted to experience that, so the Profil was created, a few pictures were added showing your face, one displayed a peak of cleavage and another with focus on your backside, wearing tight pants that accentuate your plush ass all while you are just sweetly gazing over your shoulder.

Those photos were choosen with good reasoning, you believed that showing skin would attract more attention from the Sugar-Daddy’s.

A classmate once told you „You know...the only fuckable thing about you is that set of tits and that ass. Nothin else, well except maybe ur mouth,“ all while smugly laughing.

And he wasn’t the only one who said shit like that, so you believed it, showin off the assets it was and it worked but none of these man were really what you were looking for.

After 2 days of being flooded with messages, little to nothing came through anymore which you were a bit happy about, since the overwhelming attention was too much too quickly.

You are a recluse, three friends that’s all you got, two of them not even living in Austin. A lot of times you just want to be alone with yourself. Branching out like 6 years ago is not your style anymore and you started to regret putting yourself out there like this. You would’ve probably deleted the profile if it wasn’t for the awfully handsome Man who apparently took a look at your profile which caused the whole strange notification-sound.

You could only see his name “Joel Miller” but that was enough to peak your interest.

You take your phone, walk back to the couch and sit down. You scutch backwards till you can feel the pillow at your back to lean against. You open his profile and your mouth goes dry instantly. He looks to be about 40 ish, his brown-grey streaked locks are neatly styled, a well groomed beard adorned his face and those grey patches certainly made you squirm in place.

They showed his age and that is what turned you on. His amber brown orbs were quickly pulling you in. In some of his photos he wore expensive lookin suits, all highly professional. In others he looked more casual, wearing flannels and even a cute hawaiian shirt in a picture that must’ve been taken on a beach.

He looked big, 6ft3 tall, tan skin, with broad shoulders, biceps that could crush you and his hands, oh they are a sight to behold, you thought of what he could possibly to with them. How would they feel on your body, holding your hand, caressing your face, stroking your head or squeezing your waist.

You feel your cheeks get warm, heart rate picking up and there is a tremble in your breathing, all because of him.

You can already imagine how much power he would have over you with his entire body, you want that.

With all the gawking and fanning you lost track of the time, 45 minutes where spend looking at him, that realization made you feel a bit embarrassed but it turned into shock when the *Ping* *Ping* sound of again, this time with a notification that read ”Congratulations, The verified Sugar-Daddy has sent you a message don’t let him wait to long, swipe here to answer,“ and then his name ”...Joel Miller“.

Maybe he would be different to those before him, maybe you got your luck back and so you decided swipe.

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undercovercameron · 2 years

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a helping hand

summary: a special dress for a special girl; and it's also for rafe.

notes: i wrote this a little under the influence a 2 am so it's sorta messy but i love this idea! some choking kink, brief "breeding" kink, hair pulling, etc. enjoy fellow horny people

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2492

There was this— benefit of sorts that some organization or charity hosted every two years where Ward Cameron was cordially invited to wine and dine with his fellow outstanding businessmen and local public figures. They were to celebrate their accomplishments and enter into a raffle for a motorbike. Probably a big deal to haughty, overdressed people that attend such events. Ward had three plus one tickets.

And that meant that the individuals that were allowed to come were Ward and Rose and you and Rafe. A couples’ night out. You, dying to wear this new dress you dropped some money in the month earlier, and Rafe, an avid loudmouth dying to gas his own father up and show off some arm candy, were delighted at this invite. When Ward approached you two about it he cautiously invited you and provided numerous reasons why Wheezie and Sarah couldn’t come— he knew it would be a wild night. And wild night it was.

“Jesus Christ,” is the first thing that Rafe says when he enters his bedroom and sees you in all your glory.

The dress was long and smooth, a dark blue silk draping all your curves in luxurious midnight. It was fitted around the top, showcasing the tops of your tits and highlighting the single-diamond necklace you wore after your and Rafe’s six months. A slit up the side showed your freshly-exfoliated and shining legs, a part you knew would appeal to your date. It was pure sin.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, hands coming to your waist, and you turn slightly from your place putting on the earrings to have a cheeky look at him. His lips are parted, eyes wide, eyebrows high. He looks shocked. “I don’t know if we should go tonight, baby.” He nudges you into the dresser, chest pressed to your back, and pushes his face into your hair. “You smell so good…” A large hand slides down your flank, just feeling you, and he groans.

“Thank you.” You look at his silhouette in the mirror, fiddling with the last earring, and turn around. “When are we leaving?” You fiddle with the material of his tie, tone casual.

“Soon,” he says immediately, eyes on everything except yours. “Five.”

He stares at your cleavage, something sparkling in his eyes. You hum in apprehension and somewhat disappointment, taking in how he looks in his suit. It’s well-fitted, tight on the legs and wide up top, and you smooth a hand down his lapel.

“You look so handsome,” you whisper, glossy lips mesmerizing in the light, and he finds your face again. “Maybe they have a family bathroom at the event.” You rub a thumb at his tie, and he nearly shivers. Again with your tone.

He pushes your chin up with a bent finger, and bows to give you a kiss. You taste like vanilla and mouthwash. His hands slink around your hips and grab a cheekful of your ass, squeezing when you lean into him. You hook your arms around his neck, making a surprisingly high-pitched noise into his mouth when he presses a thumb right about your pantyline. You jerk, surprised at the pressure, and settle when he pulls away.

“You have to go downstairs.” He says, lips shiny with the lip gloss transfer, and his cheeks flush. You pout, dropping your hands. “Hey—don’t give me that look.” He grasps your jaw in his palm, tilting you up for one more kiss. “I’m not done with you tonight.”

Your eyebrow slightly quirks up, but then you reach behind you for your clutch and start for the door.

“Take your time, big boy.”

“Shut up,” he says under his breath, turning away from you and sitting down on his bed.

(Okay, dirt bikes. Ice cream. Steak. Playing basketball. Sunrise. Fuck, you love the sunrises. God damn it. Okay. Grandma’s funeral.)

It still takes him six minutes to settle down and calm the erect situation before heading out to the car. Where you await, legs crossed politely with just a hint of a thigh garter that makes him loudly curse.

“Did we buy new flossers?” Rafe asks from the bathroom, probably inspecting his perfect and flawless teeth in the mirror at close range.

“I think so. Check the drawer,” You call back from the closet, pulling the last of the zipper and letting the fabric of your gorgeous dress fall to the floor in a heap. You step out of it, smirking at yourself in the mirror, and turn off the light.

You’re on the bed, expertly laid down with your legs crossed on your side when Rafe emerges from the bathroom in only his dress pants and shirt unbuttoned. You say nothing, mindlessly scrolling on Instagram, as he takes a good long look at you.

“Was this under your dress?” He asks quietly, and you turn your phone off and set it on the bedside table.

“Maybe.” You look up at him through your long false eyelashes, eyes wide and unassuming. “You didn’t have time to see.”

“I see now,” he says, nearly under his breath, and touches a hand at your stomach.

What you’ve chosen for this occasion is something you’ve never done for him before. You’re cinched in lace and satin, a black corset and garters to match the delicately detailed bra and panties with little midnight blue roses at the crest. It’s luxurious. A pretty penny, much like your dress, but well worth it for just the look on his face.

He smooths his palm over your thigh, feeling the lace rub at his skin, and he closes his eyes so as to not either groan like a porn star or yell.

“Come here.” He says, hand bracing your waist, and you struggle to sit up and crawl towards him. He takes your jaw in both of his hands, bringing you up just close enough to hover over his mouth before freezing. He takes a good look at you, mourning your non-waterproof mascara, and fixes you with a kiss so good you nearly shake. You moan immediately into his mouth, parting to move with his lips, and shuffle closer. He has his hands on your upper torso, keeping you impossibly far from him. He hums into your mouth and you groan right back.

A hand breaks from its place on your ribs and sneaks lower, feeling your corset and the wire of it under a thumb. It passes over your hip bone and lightning-quick he shoves his hand right past the crotch of your underwear. You gasp into his mouth, back straightening at the sensation, and you feel him smile as you squeeze your eyes together. His two middle fingers rub at your slick, just liking the feeling, and you shiver. He crooks his middle finger until it is pressing up right against your clit and strokes you.

“Fuck,” you mutter against his lips, wanting desperately to look down at his hand in your panties, but his other hand is against your neck and guiding you with the strength you know he has.

You’re gripping at his shirt so tight your knuckles flash white, and your wrist nearly starts to shake. “Please,” you murmur, wanting to fall back and be used, but he rotates his hand on your neck to just above your Adam's apple and presses into you. You fall silent, hips moving with his two fingers now pushing through your folds and seeking the place they know so well. He brings his thumb down to your clit and showers it in the attention it deserves, rendering you in shambles. His mouth parts from yours with the help of his hand around your throat, and he just breathes you in. You gasp and shiver with your cheek against his bowed head, a hand coming up to claw at his strong shoulder, and you feel him grin.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you nearly cry, eyes squeezing shut in a whine.

“Sweet girl,” he whispers, just for you, into your ear. Your head tilts back in the feeling of the tips of his fingers reaching your g-spot and his thumb hammering into your clit, and you feel the sweat accumulate on your lower back. He is working you here. With a passion unseen before tonight. “There you go.”

You quake through your orgasm, trembling against his shoulder, and your flushed chest heaves with the effort. Your forehead falls towards his collarbone, and you catch your breath while breathing in his worn-off cologne from earlier. It’s sweet, and you pet his bare chest with one cool hand.

“I want to be on my stomach,” you say, brushing past his stubbly jaw to look him in the eyes. He licks his lips, nodding, and moves to yank the shirt off of his back. You fumble to get his belt off and unzip his pants but then—

You dip, fingers tight on his dick through his underwear, and move the waistband aside to lick once at his beautifully flushed dick. You bounce back up, biting your lips and he fixes you with a look. A look that says don’t play with me right now.

He gets his pants down and you unzip the corset, needing desperately to breathe for once. He watches you before shucking the underwear off and pressing a kiss to your mouth. You throw the corset to the right, lost in his taste, and in a second he pulls away and pushes you onto your stomach. You bounce pathetically on the mattress, exhaling in a huff that blows your bangs up and out of the way. He clambers onto the bed, nearing your backside, and grabs you by the hips to push you onto your knees. Your back arches perfectly and you cast a look over your shoulder at him. He’s, once again, admiring you. Well, more graphic parts of you this time.

You reach an arm across your back, wanting to feel him, and he takes your hand in his. He rubs a warm thumb at your soft skin. But then he grabs you tightly and pushes into you in one swift motion. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut, and your knees wobble slightly.

“Fuck,” you breathe, fist clenching the pillow, and brace yourself for impact. He pulls a little bit out and pushes back in, quicker this time, and you feel your eyes start to gather wetness. He’s so big, and he feels a sense of urgency at all times that forces him to fuck into you quickly and deep. It makes you clench around him and jerk your hips back, which only spurs him on.

God, the smell of you. He could have you every day like this for the rest of his life if it was up to him. The way you shudder, the way you breathe, how your abdomen shakes with the effort of seeking him. It makes him almost weak.

He readjusts his grip on your wrist, taking it in his whole hand, and pulls you back at the same time as thrusting into you. You groan into his pillow, mouth already slightly drooling, and you feel the sweat on your skin again.

“Feels so good,” he says breathlessly, halfway into a groan, and you jerk back against him with a grunt. “Oh, yeah?” He asks, probably grinning down at you devilishly, and grabs a handful of your hair. Your neck jerks back and smarts, and your mouth parts in a silent whimper.

“So. good.” Your eyes flutter open, staring up at the ceiling, and try to clench down on him like you know he likes. He nearly growls and starts fucking into you with purpose that bruises your hips. You just sit and take it, wrecked noises falling from your lips and your chest heaving with the effort.

“Like that?” He asks sarcastically when he pulls you up to his head with his mouth pressed to your ear. “Just like that?”

“Yes,” you sigh, head limp against his shoulder, and squeeze again. He grips harshly at your hips and pulls you back onto him, a lewd noise echoing through the room at your skin connecting. “So good for me, so good,” you babble, voice trailing off into nonsense, and Rafe’s chest swells with pride.

Not only is he lucky to have you like this, but he’s privileged enough (that’s for sure) to draw these noises from your pretty little throat.

His hand not currently keeping you tethered to his chest reaches down and fumbles for your clit, flicking it between two fingers lightning-fast. You groan, mouth wide, and let yourself be played like a violin. He knows exactly how to touch you and when to touch you, and it makes you even more in love with him.

The tightness in your abdomen finally gives, and then you’re shaking around his fingers and crying out to any of the gods above. God, he gets you like this like no one else.

“Yes, baby,” you say slowly, per-syllable, and press a hand to his hard stomach. “Please—inside me. Please.”

You’re begging, and it only makes him curse to himself and press his forehead down on your shoulder, wet lips moving.

“Fucking love you,” he grunts, and pushes down hard onto your lower stomach right as the dam snaps and he cums deep. You shiver, breathing hard, and just lay against him for a second.

“Oh my, God,” you sigh, suddenly feeling all the warmth of your body rush back.

“Mhm,” he hums, panting against you, and tries desperately to catch his breath. His palms smooth down your sides as a means of comfort, and you relish in the feeling.

He falls to the mattress with a hmph, eyes closing as his head makes contact with a pillow. His eyebrows draw suddenly, and he arches his back with a pained look on his face. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he says, voice strained, and you fall next to him, concerned. “My back.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, lips downturned. You curl an arm around his torso and throw a leg over his two, essentially forcing him to flatten.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He looks down at you with a whisper of a smile on his lips, suddenly sentimental. “‘S not every day I get a girl like you,” he mutters.

You hum in accordance, sitting up with an elbow pressed to the mattress.

“It’s not every day I find a man who will do Cher karaoke with me.”

He groans, rolling away from you onto his side.

“What?” You laugh, grinning, and claw a hand at his bicep to tug him back. He resists.“It was one time, and I was drunk.” His voice is muffled by the stuffing of his pillow, and you can already imagine his pout. “You just won’t admit you can hit the high notes in Believe.” You whisper, and he groans so loud you spur into another round of laughter.

#obx #obx x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe x reader #rafe x you #outerbanks #outer banks #outerbanks fanfic #outerbanks smut

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Tracklist:

40 Years Super Hot Body Ready for Party • Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer Leo Virgo Libra and Scorpio Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Pisces Fart Song • Butterflies Scared My Cat When I Was Burping in Your Face on Wednesday Morning • Drunk Log out with Spooky Music Settings on My Firm Tits Pictures • Grandpa Says Fuck While Grandma Screams What Repeated Several Times • Grumpy Trumpy Python Toddler Taxi with False News and Emotions • Hugging Blood Thirsty Vampires with a Transylvanian Accent and Slapped Butts • I Farted as an Official Statement Against Global Warming, Expressing My Worries! • I’m Handsome When Wearing a Bag on My Head, Said the Horny Motherfuckers Politely • Is That Cellulite or Just Your Ugly Face? • Kindergarten Farting Fanfare Discussed with Disgusting Asian Clay Warriors Terracotta Song • Leaking Ladies Xylophone Solo Learning with Lusty Lashes Song • Lisping on Penis Peyote Creaking Mirth Radio, Let’s Lisp! Song • Lowering My Filthy Boobs to the Height of Your Curly Chest Hair with Freckles • Mom’s Cleaning Closet Looks Like a Women’s Porn Stash • My Gay Expense Combination Password Gore Seeking Battle Was Sinning • My Hangover Got Hung over by a Hung Guy from Hungary • My Horoscope Sign Is Poop and Yours Is Farts • Nearly Touching Myself with Your Girlfriend’s Hands While Doing the Dishes • Peeing a Farting Swearing Shouting and Pooping in Different Languages Made Me Famous Song • Petite Girls Liked My Fat Farts in Skinny Jeans with Justice • Pooping a Masterpiece in the Little Boys Room on National TV Broadcast • Puerto Del Penis Summer Holiday with Topless Sun Bathing and Surfing Fun • Puking Girls Are Holding Each Others Hair While Selling Butter to Pregnant Vomiting Men • Real Sharks Was a Great Accessory for My Swimming Pool Party Massacre • Relaxing Music for Penis Boys and Vagina Girls, I Have Money Cash, Yes! • Rescuing My Penis from Your Vagina at the Last Minute, Whoah! • Scary Music and Naked Ladies Cemetery Collection Flickering Through Growth • Shaking Sausages in the Men’s Room and Dangling Coconuts • Short Temper Anus Removal with Lipstick on the Collar • Shouting Poopers to Girls While a Crying Man Is Pooping Poop, How Adorable Screaming Babies Are! • Silly Talking Childish Macho Man Thanking Prayers for God’s Food Yes Hello! • Skinny Bitch, Fat Bitch, Rich Bitch, Poor Bitch, All Bitches Poop! • Smelling That Pussy in the Air at the Private Night Club Farting Room • Smudging Chocolate over the Toilet, So Everyone Would Think I Pooped • Sneaking Beans into Your Butthole While U Talk to a Handsome Stranger • Snuggling in Satan’s Satin Sheets with Shattered Dreams and No Boner Song • Solitary Fighting My Big Toe with the Desolate Strangler • Spoiling Desert by Pulling Your Finger Thirteen Times in a Row • Strolling with Morning Wood in the Woods While Mourning to This Song • Stutter and Chinese Food Destroyed My Artwork in the Toilet Bowl Coffee Shop • Sunny Morning Boner at the Beach Gym Towel Rental Song • Surprisingly Soft Boobs on the Milf Statue in the Garden of Jugs, Oh It Was Your Mom Sorry! •

Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: pooping poop poopers and shouting girls crying man #language: english #decade: 2010s #Novelty #tw gross #tw unsanitary #tw feces #ask to tag bc i feel like this needs more but dont know what

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gloria123idk · 1 month

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Female TWST

I am a huge women lover. Like its obvious at this point I love women. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. IM. ON. MY. KNEES.

Thats why I shall type main Twisted Wonderland cast as female, because y e s. Btw they personality wont change much, I am just changing the looks

Riddle

Im already huge simp for Disney Queen of Hearts so yeah... Its gonna be worse. I think F!Riddle would be either a short haired or VERY LONG HAIRED. No inbetween, probably long haired so her mom would do this weird smartass haircuts (Like the bun she has herself.). Also girlie is still short, Im so sorry girl you aint getting high shelves soon (I love short girls)

Trey

OMG. GIRL IN GLASSES. YES. Also, Trey can cook and is basically, like a parent to anyone, so his female version would be taken by STRAIGHT MAN. NOOOOOOOO. That not good. Also, I like to think F!Trey would have a very average hair, that never go below shoulders

Cater

I once saw Gyaru Cater art, I inhaled this into my soul. Cater would be either, this Gyaru like girlie on her phone 24/7 (Like Yandere Simulator bullies), OR an average TikTok girl, that uses slang a lil too much (I am more into Gyaru version myself, BUT WHATEVER.)

Ace

The first thing that came to my mind is that F!Ace has very VERY long hair, that she ties into a braid (Like Raiden Shogun kind of length), just so when she turns around fast, she would hit anyone behind her with that massive ass braid. Like, that sounds like very Ace thing to do tbh??? 😭

Deuce

Here I cant decide if Deuce would delinquent era as a girl would still be a delinquent, OR a mean bully girl. Because, those two are kinda the same breed 😭. But if delinquent: A fucking one side shaved (lesbian ahh haircut) and now Deuce is trying to grow that shit out. If a mean girl: ... Do you guys know Heathers? :3

Leona

I shall inhale BUFF WOMAN, WITH MY WHOLE SOUL. Like, F!Leona would have that 6 pack, my friend said she would have big booba, but GENUINELY, I cant imagine that, like FLAT QUEEN. Also, the same as Deuce, one side shaved, with a fucking tattoo, also the hair side has a little silly braid

Ruggie

A chin length hair, with a shmol ponytail behind, like... Shmol shmol. Also I imagine F!Ruggie to dress as a man sometimes, because: DID YOU KNOW THAT FEMALE HYENAS HAVE PSEUDO-PENIS—

Jack

F!Jack the buff tall woman with a wolf cut. Please. MAKE THIS A THING. I BEG YOU ALL. I BEG ON MY KNEES. Also maybe F!Jack would be a lil bit shorter? Because she-wolves (or whatever you call it in English) are shorter than males? Idk, I was sleeping through biology classes

Azul

OFFICE. SIREN. F!AZUL. Thats all I have to say, hair in a bun, glasses, and cunt mixed with formal look. Azul is somewhere between spectrum of F!Floyd and F!Jade, because as F!Floyd is more cunty, F!Jade is more formal, so perfect balance

Floyd

As I said, Office Siren F!Floyd, but... MORE CUNT. And by this I mean like... Bayonetta level of the cunt. Also, a quite long hair, that are either in ponytail, or nothing at all

Jade

Idk if I can call her an Office Siren if she's the most formal out of the 3, but sure, whatever, lets make whole Octavinelle serve cunt in industry. F!Jade has shorter hair than F!Floyd, and they're always somehow tied up

Kalim

Do you know those silly girls, that go to parties every time, do tiktok trends, do many different hair styles daily, shares her things with everyone, and may or may not be into things that may be considered cringe? Like hobby horseing? DO I NEED TO SAY MORE.

Jamil

Mental support girlie. "Girl's girl" girlie. Yes— Like, yes. F!Jamil would have this kind of karen mom sense of fashion, if you get what I mean, also cardigan at ALL TIMES, if she wont do the "grandma cardigan" move ITS NOT F!JAMIL!

Vil

Funfact: When I imagined F!Vil I basically imagined MY FUCKING BULLY FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL 💀. WOW. F!Vil got that style, got that fashion, got that tits (Im sorry, I needed to type that. That was stronger than me). Curly long hair, many different hairstyles, bro is basically now nicer Velvette from Hazbin Hotel (How many references and comparing I already done. Holy moly)

Rook

I recently realised that, if Rook had a little longer hair, he would be basically Yumeko from Kakegurui, so lets go with that, because Im ain't fucking with his ugly ass hair cut. Rook would also be taken by straight males and called YANDERE 😭 Another nightmare to my collection...

Epel

Tomboy. T o m b o y. Tom-boy. TOMBOY. tomboy. T O M B O Y. Need I say more? F!Epel would AND WILL look like a man the same way Epel looks like a woman. I am not taking this back. Let that shit sink in.

Idia

Discord kitten or this one girl you hear at 3 am in Valorant that rages over shitty players and just cuses everyone out in the most diabolic way possible. No inbetween. F!Idia would look like Sucy from Little Witch Academia, with longer hair tho

Ortho

Robo-girl? Yes. For F!Ortho I think she would be the same as normal Ortho, with just more shaped hips, and that's basically it? Nothing crazy, I mean you can play a little with his design, like make his ,,shoes" look more like heels, but other than that?

Malleus

Starting with hairstyle, do you know Raiden Mei from Honkai Impact 3rd? Like... Herrscher of Thunder? That's basically this kind of hair cut, no one can tell me otherwise. Also F!Malleus this kind of girl to fight and beat your ass in heels 😭

Lilia

He already looks like a girl. So F!Lilia would be a little bit more... Manly? But in like... Female way? I dunno, Lilia is complicated person. In her general era she would have a very short hair, buzz cut even, but in current era, she grew some balls and now she can even tie it into ponytail (Also another girl to beat your ass up in heels)

Sebek

F!Sebek fits in both long hair and short hair. For short hair I would go for like basic shoulder length that is always tied up (you know, for fight), for long hair I would go with same concept, but more for tying similiar to the one that has Charlie from Hazbin Hotel (the new design)

Silver

... Hair that looks short, but are actually long due to nearly invisible ponytail in the back, that's basically like rat tail hairstyle. No. I wont elaborate. (Ngl, that shit is lowkey good for fighting) (Probably Lilia fucked up her hair)

(holy shit what did I created)

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #help what am i doing #female au #genderbend #i love women

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richiesnotaloserguyscmon · 9 months

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DPS As Quotes From My Friend Group

Neil:

- Me with my gay rights

- Why is it a beige flag? When you mix red and green you don’t get beige, you get brown

- To get Beige, you’d have to mix a white flag in there and I’m not surrendering

- I can’t see my face

Todd:

- I had one but also two actually

- Every corner is a nap corner… if you believe

- You fish for dilfs?

- I can fake cry but it’s probably not fake so I’m just crying

Charlie: (honestly I could use all of these quotes for him)

- I’ll shoot your balls

- Did you have sex with a beaver or something?

- I’ll show up uninvited, with a gun

- He deserves to get shot in the penis

- Blood, sweat and tears, with a bit of semen

- When I die, I wanna crawl up his arsehole

Meeks:

- He looks like Brendan Frasier if he got stung by a bunch of bees

- *Recites the whole beginning of the Bee Movie*

- I get my news from a talking fish

- Your crush on him was so big… you had a fat crush, better yet, your crush was obese

- I need a lobotomy

- I’m gonna cut your leg off and shove it up your arse

Knox:

- His long luscious beard I want him to choke me with it

- I wish Neil would stop sending me gay people

- What about a woman who has saggy tits… like a grandma

- No one look at me while I deepthroat this

- He (Mr Keating) could be the onceler if he really tried

Pitts:

- You only think I’m funny because I say dumb shit all the time

- We’re like the transformers of old people… Geriatrics roll out!

- I’m as tall as a traffic light

- I love this music! Is that water by dripping toilet?

- Why do you like Barbie if you hate women?

Cameron:

- I do not deserve to get shot in the penis

- Please don’t shoot my balls

- Readings for weenies and girls, and I’m a strong heterosexual male

#wheredallthetimegoblog #dps fandom #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #dead poets society #knox overstreet #anderperry #todd x neil #neil x todd #dead poets society incorrect quotes

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 11 months

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Into It [werewolf!Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Frankie is a werewolf (but not really), corn maze, jump scares, Benny is a clown in more ways than one (and a bit of an arse tbh), public sex, unprotected piv sex, Frankie has a knot on his dick and believe you me it goes inside you, you like it rough, dirty talk, a bit of praise (him to her), creampie, implied cum eating and cunnilingus.

Summary: You are lost in a corn maze where ghosts and ghouls roam, and you are being chased by a werewolf named Frankie...

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The moon hangs low and when a few clouds obscure it, your eyes strain to see the path before you. The wind sweeps through the corn stalks, and the hushed rustling of the leaves makes the small hairs at the back of your neck stand. It's so quiet, apart from that faint sound, but you know that you're not alone, you've seen the glowing eyes and dark shapes, heard the quick footsteps disappear around a corner.

Getting into this corn maze was a bad idea, you knew it from the start. What harm would it do, you had thought. All the harm, you now realize. You could die here. You could get jumped, you could...

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when a caped figure appears before you and stares at you through the dark, before dismissing you and slipping away in another direction. Your red cape isn't warm enough, and you suddenly feel chilled to the bone. You want to go home, away from all this danger, get warm and comfortable and not lost in a goddamn corn maze, like you are now. Screams behind you put you on edge, and two witches run past, cackling like maniacs. Witches are nothing to be afraid of: you know there are worse things in here. You follow the witches, but by the time you turn the same corner, they're already gone. More screaming is heard in the distance, chilling screams of fear. You walk faster, almost start jogging, turning a corner and finding it a dead end. A howl close by sends chills down your spine.

Huge, clawed paws land on your waist, a low growl reverberates into your core. You yelp as you get pulled against the wide frame of a werewolf.

"Roarr, I'm going to eat you!"

You break into relieved laughter. "Dammit Frankie!"

Turning around, you see the werewolf with its latex sneer take off its head, revealing a cheekily smiling Frankie with tousled hair underneath.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, but those plastic claws are going to rip my dress!"

He wraps one arm around you, the dark grey fur of his wolf costume warming you immediately.

"Oh, this dress is going to be ripped tonight..."

Unabashedly, he gazes into your cleavage as his paw slides down to your ass. You roll your eyes.

"Slutty Little Red Riding Hood, how tacky isn't that?"

"Terrible tacky," Frankie replies in a way that tells you in no uncertain terms that he is incredibly happy with your mini dress with plunging neckline and short, ruffled skirt. The bodice, laced tightly to push your tits up even more, and thigh high stockings crown your outfit, and Frankie couldn't be happier.

"It's a good thing I'm in this lumpy costume," he murmurs against your cheek. "I'm so hard right now, if anyone saw, they'd think I was a perv."

"You are a perv," you tease him, "but you're my perv."

"Excuse me, Miss Hood," he rumbles, now nipping at your earlobe. "I seem to remember that the conversation about our plans for tonight went in a way that actually points you out as the perv."

You just scoff, then turn your head to allow him access to your neck. He scatters little kisses and love bites all over your skin, pausing only to grunt and curse when you find his stiff shaft and rub it through the tight front of his jeans.

"Little girl," he hisses, "Let's go find grandma's house."

"You don't want me to suck your big bad cock right here...?" you suggest leerily, and Frankie exhales in a hushed Fuck.

"We'll be seen."

"We could find a dark corner."

"Jesus..." His paw caresses the roundness of your buttock, coming to a rest just where you ass meets your thighs, pushing you into him.

"We don't have to - " you start, sensing his hesitation. Frankie may be a beast in bed, but that's in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Laughing and screaming in the distance underscores how public this place is.

"Let's do it," he rules, and you both turn around to try and find a secluded enough spot.

A wild-eyed Pennywise jumps out right in front of you, screeching in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. You scream, startled and scared at the sudden attack, your blood going ice cold for a moment, panic rising when the clown grabs your arm.

"Knock it the fuck off, Benjamin!"

Frankie shoves the clown away, and it starts to laugh.

"Oh my God, your face!"

You're still shaking, but fear is slowly being replaced by rage.

"Benny, you asshole! You know I hate jump scares and clowns!"

"That's why it worked so well!"

"Not cool," Frankie growls, pulling you into him as if to protect you. "Let's go, baby."

"I'm sorry!" Benny shouts after you when you walk away. Your legs are a little wobbly, but Frankie's warm, secure presence makes you feel better.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got startled," you reassure him. "It's fine."

"I'll have a talk with him tomorrow. He's too drunk right now."

"You really don't need to, let's just forget about it."

A few monsters and ghouls run past, but now it all feels like adults in costumes to you. A shudder runs through you, and Frankie stops to kiss your head.

"You wanna just get out of this maze, have a mug of hot cider, and then leave?" he suggests. Truth be told, that's an attractive suggestion. You don't feel like blowing him in public anymore.

"That sounds perfect."

Frankie, with his military training, seems to have a mental map of the maze, because he leads you with confidence out of the maze like he's walked it a hundred times before. Just as you exit, you pass by Santi who looks like an East European nobleman, his fake vampire teeth grazing the neck of a young brunette dressed as a slutty Harry Potter character.

The cider warms you up and calms your nerves, and by the time you've finished your mug, you're feeling up for erotic adventures again.

"Can we leave?" you ask Frankie as soon as the mug is empty.

"Home?"

"To our spot."

"Oh. You still wanna - "

"I do."

His velvety gaze rests heavily on your skin when he leads you to his truck.

"Our spot" is outside of town. Off the highway, along a smaller country road, then off on a narrow dirt road with grass growing between the tire tracks. There are fields all around, and smack in the middle of them is a small hill with a huge, old oak. A distant cousin of Frankie’s owns the surrounding fields, and they don't mind you using the land. You and Frankie often come here in the summer when the oak provides shelter from the sun. You've been here in the fall, too, stargazing from the bed of Frankie's truck.

And now you're here to fulfill a fantasy.

Frankie has prepared the truck with blankets and pillows, and even a small string of fairy lights. He's still in his werewolf costume, the paws and head are off, but his torso is still covered by fake fur and a half-torn plaid. As he rolls out the bedding, you walk to the oak to find the carving he put in its bark the first time you came here. You find it immediately, having seen it countless times before. Your initials inside a heart, simple and sappy. You trace the letters with your index finger, and you hear a low growl behind you, so you turn around.

Werewolf Frankie is standing by the truck, eyes fixed on you. Your heart skips a beat when he crouches a little and starts towards you.

"No," you whisper, moving around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between the two of you. Frankie, however, is quicker on his feet, and with just a few long leaps, he reaches you and has you caged against the tree.

"Smells good," he grunts, catching your wrists and trapping them against the bark above your head. "Pretty and sweet..."

He nuzzles your neck, the latex nose cold on your skin in the October night air.

"Please," you breathe, and his large paw runs down your leg and settles over your sex. You buck against him, making him chuckle.

"Needy, pretty thing..." His voice, muffled by the mask, has dropped one octave and is delightfully raspy.

He pushes up against you, letting you feel his hardening cock. Your arousal bleeds into your panties and the chilly air immediately chills the wet fabric, but your insides are on fire. You whimper, struggling while also rolling your hips against his, seeking that stiff outline of his cock in his pants.

"You want that, don't you?"

The sound you produce is pitiful and Frankie's low chuckle turns you on even more.

"You'll have it."

He drags you with him to the truck, maneuvering you roughly, yet not without care, to a bent over position.

"Spread your legs."

The cool night air feels even colder on the wet insides of your thighs, and a shiver runs through you when Frankie grinds his erection against your clothed core. The plastic claws aren't sharp, but they still make you hiss when he draws them down your thighs. His denim-clad leg touches your bare one when he kneels between your spread legs, and then his growling wolf face pushes against your pussy. He draws in your scent in loud sniffs, and you moan at how the teeth-baring mouth of the mask feels against you. Shamelessly, you push back, wishing the mask came with a live tongue as well.

Frankie sinks the claws into the flesh of your thighs and rumbles low as he rubs the mask against you. The friction is delectable, and you keen loudly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth, hands fisting into the blanket in front of you. You start to push back, move your hips like when you're riding his face, and that's what you're doing now, too: you're riding his face, the wolf face that he put on for you when you suggested that you'd go to the Halloween event as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, and that he'd ravage you in the back of his truck later. He was game: Frankie was always game for whatever you suggested, even if he was against the more violent expressions of your suggested roleplay, like hunting you down and fucking you on the ground while you screamed for help. Truth be told, after the stunt Benny pulled in the corn maze, this is exactly the right amount of excitement you need. And this mask, with its wrinkled nose and bared teeth, is doing wonders for you pussy, but it's not going to be able to make you cum. For that, you need more direct stimulation.

"Frankie," you keen, "I need more, please, I can't stand it!"

Frankie stops, goddamn him, he stops. You moan out a protest and Frankie snarls at you. He shoves up your skirt, grabs your panties, and tears them off you. The fabric rips and he shoves you forward.

"Get up."

You crawl onto the bed of the truck, shivering with your ass bare in the evening air. The suspension dips momentarily when Frankie gets up behind you, pawing your ass and tracing a claw between the cheeks down to your dripping core. You push back a little, swallowing when you hear him chuckle.

"So eager... so wet... You need a big, stiff dick to fill you up, don't you?"

"Yes," you manage to answer, head light with anticipation. "I need it, please give it to me."

The belt buckle rattles, then the fly zips open. He lets out a low rumble of relief and take a moment to get himself ready. You know what he's doing: he's putting on the sleeve, that latex thing you ordered online and almost shyly presented to him. The werewolf sleeve with a knot at the root, so insignificant when you measure and tried to imagine it before ordering, so huge when you saw it in person and realized that it was supposed to go inside you. Frankie had been skeptical - he was big enough on his own - but he was also curious, and he loved the fire he saw in you when you suggested that he'd fuck you like an animal. That you wanted to try to take the knot.

You're practically drooling now, knowing that you'll get it soon.

Frankie's paw in between your shoulder blades, and he pushes your chest down onto the bedding. His cock drags between your swollen lips, bumping into your clit before the head slips in, teasing you with the promise - or threat - of how well he could fill you, but doesn't just yet. You exhale in a whine, and Frankie replies with a similar, albeit lower moan, before sliding in, all the way up to the knot.

"Fuck," you keen into the blanket that your face is resting against, "fuck, that's good, that feels so good..."

He pulls out slowly and slams into you anew, drawing a shout from you. He then repositions himself, comes off his knees and onto his feet with bent knees into bulldog, and starts to batter you with his stiff cock. Hands on your upper back, he's pressing you down into the blankets, and you bite into the fabric to keep from getting too loud as he thrusts hard into you, again and again. The truck bed creaks and rocks, your bodies make the music of lewd, wet slapping as he assaults your pussy, and you grip the blanket until your knuckles are white.

"So wet and tight," Frankie pants above you, his furry werewolf torso plastered over your back as he rails you mercilessly. "So desperate for my fat cock, you wanted it so badly, didn't you?"

"Yes!" you cry out, each thrust into your core stealing away a little bit of your breath and brain. Your chin feels cold, and you realize that you're drooling, but you don't care if you look like a cock-hungry slut because that's what you are and you're loving it.

The knot keeps jamming against your slick opening, but Frankie doesn't seem willing to try to cram it in just yet. Your legs are shaking and giving way underneath you, and you almost slide down onto your stomach, but Frankie pulls you back up.

"Stay on your knees!" he snarls. "Don't you dare lie down!"

You gasp something to let him know you're listening, you're compliant, you'll do anything he tells you to. The plastic claws scratch your thigh, and you brace yourself on the soft warm blankets underneath you to stay on your hands and knees.

"Good girl..."

He moves in you just right, he knows what you want and need, and he's giving it to you.

"I'm a good girl," you keen, and his big paw strokes your back. Your pussy clenches, slick and heat pooling as your body sets into a higher gear.

"You are such a good girl," he confirms, breathless voice muffled behind the mask. "So good for me, taking my big cock like this..."

The praise zaps out your brain, and you start to push back on his thrusts.

"Harder, fuck me harder, I wanna cum!"

He knows just what you do, and when you're wailing out your orgasm, arms and legs shaking, he pushes you down on your stomach, ass still up.

"The knot, the knot, gimme the knot!"

The pressure is nothing like you expected: sharp and agonizing as the knot slowly presses into you. You only realize that you're holding your breath when you hear Frankie murmur "Breathe, sweetness, just breathe, you can do it" behind you, and you exhale with a shrieked Oh my God!

"It'stoo much," Frankie frets, pulling out, but you push back.

"Nonono, do it, I need it, do it, please please please!"

Once again, the mass inches into you, and this time you meet it halfway, jamming your ass against Frankie's hips, swallowing the knot and once again losing your breath at how full you are, full to the point of tearing, a string of Oh my God oh my God oh my God fuck fuck fuck spilling from you as you fist the blankets to hard that your knuckles go white.

Through the searing burn, you start to feel the adrenaline. Fuck, that's big, but you got it. You have it all in you, you're doing it, oh my God that's tight but you got it, even if it burns, you got it, and you start to relax and Frankie moans somewhere near your ear, and you flex your walls around him and he moans again, deliciously.

"Fuck me," you beg, "Frankie, fuck me now, with the knot, fuck me and fill me up, I need you to cum inside me, take me, just fuck me!"

He covers you, the polyester fur warm and itchy as he takes you with slow, almost lazy yet deep rolls of his hips, the knot pushing easier into you now, arms with furry, clawed paws around your shoulders and neck, and when he pushes in one last time to empty himself in your core, your eyes roll back and you sob with relief that it's over.

And still, you never want it to be over.

Frankie is still buried in you, has you buried under him, shielding you from the increasing coolness of the October night. It's not until he carefully inches out of you that you realize just how cold it is, and your whine is a protest both against that, against him pulling out, and an expression of your soreness. Frankie immediately throws a blanket over you, then takes off the werewolf head.

"Goddammit, this thing's cooking me alive!"

You open your eyes and try to focus, finding the werewolf snarling right beside you. A pleasurable shiver runs through you, and then you feel the burning heat of Frankie's breath on your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You can only hum, dazed as you still are. Frankie shoves the werewolf head out of the way and lies down next to you, his face just inches away from yours.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Can't," you mumble throatily, and he chuckles.

"Okay."

In the light of the stars and fairy string lights, you see that his face is red and dripping with sweat, his disheveled curls wet and plastered onto his head. His breathing is still labored, and the puffs of air are hot against you.

It's so fucking sexy.

Your pussy is still throbbing, slick and sloppy as his cum oozes out and stains your thighs. You've never felt so filthy, and you're loving it.

Finally, you draw a deep breath and open your eyes to Frankie's attentive gaze.

"I'm good," you tell him, and are immediately rewarded with a smile.

"You liked it, then?"

"Liked it?" you scoff huskily. "Fuck, Frankie... it's the best sex we ever had."

"Not better than that time we..."

"Okay, not better than that," you smile wryly, knowing what occasion he's referring to. "But top three, definitely."

"Really?"

"Frankie... I know you weren't into it from the start but I'm so grateful you decided to give it a try."

You scoot closer and kiss him softly.

"It means so much that you wanted to give this to me."

"I want to make you happy," he whispers against your lips. "And I did like it. You were so fucking hot, baby. When you took the knot, you were... feral. I've never seen you like that."

His hand slides in under the blanket, finding a plump breast straining out of the bodice.

"The costume works for me, too."

His hand travels up your chest, neck, and stops by your cheek, his big thumb dragging over your lips.

"And your lipstick is all smeared out. It's really fucking hot."

You chuckle, flushed from his praise. Frankie kisses you again before letting his lips wander down your cheek and jawline.

"Now that we've done what you're into... can we do the thing that I'm into?"

You bite down on your lower lip, but the giggle still finds its way out.

"Which is?"

Frankie continues to kiss his way down the exposed parts of your body, moving blankets and himself until he's settled between your legs. He collects his spend from around your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, lips latching onto your clit.

Your back arches and you see stars, literally, along with the lights strung up on the back of the cabin. The discarded werewolf head grins at you from a corner, and you smile back before your eyes fall shut and you give yourself to pleasure once more.

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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barabaitcharactergenerator · 4 months

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scotty-scott of howl fame

ah yes, my icon. my muse. my silly rabbit.

favorite thing about them - his tits on a meta level, i think what i appreciate most about scott is that it feels as though he was bio-engineered in a lab to be specifically catered to me. hairy, bearded, muscular, jockish, funny, kind, endlessly optimistic, stupid as hell, AND has canonically committed multiple atrocities as a big, sexy werewolf? be still, my beating heart. i feel like the monster prom creators stalked my social media circa 2017-2018 and collectively agreed that they were gonna make a dating sim ro that would make this one specific gayboy so, SO happy.

least favorite thing about them - also on a meta level. look. im not a nasty little hater (except when i am), but i have to admit that the writers are CONSTANTLY shoving him to the side in favor of the rest of the cast. even in his own game, Monster Roadtrip, a majority of the events tend to lean on polly being the center-focus with scott acting as her sidekick. this was esp apparent in the End of the Road ending where Polly was basically the main character while Scott was also There (sort of). ill admit i partially understand this since polly is generally a more active character while scott is more reactive, but still, id love to see my boy get his kudos

favorite line - there's so many good ones but im just gonna with one based on a recent screenshot i took: "I really like macaroni, but I'm not allowed to boil water by myself, so I just eat the noodles raw."

brOTP - DA PRANK MASTERZ BABEY!!! Scott is my fav MP character and Polly is my second fav, so you it's only natural that I'd be obsessed with their dynamic. canonically bimbo and himbo besties.

OTP - Scott howl x ME!! i like him and brian a lot, i think they're cute. im a sucker for jock x jock and golden retriever x constantly tired so the two of them manage to hit a sweet spot for me.

nOTP - the game keeps trying to push scott x vicky or scott x amira and like, im sorry, but trying to get me to ship Bara Icon Scott Howl with women? im calling homophobia. besides im more of a vicky x vera and amira x damien guy so on all fronts those ships just dont really appeal to me

random headcanon - for reasons i cant disclose this has been canonically refuted but i always pictured scott's grandma as one of those very classic horror movie werewolves- all fangs, all carnage, very little sexy (unless you're into that sort of thing, in which case, hey. you do you). she used to be the alpha of the pack back in her day and was an absolute menace to monster society, until she got a little older and settled down. still, she secretly craves the old days when monsters could be monsters, and keeps trying to convince scott to embrace his more animalistic side, even though he keeps telling her that murder isnt actually really mean and you probably shouldn't do it.

unpopular opinion - the monster prom fandom doesnt really have that much discourse so i dont know whats an unpopular opinion vs what isnt. uuuh i think scott should have won that popularity poll back when monster prom was still getting updates and gotten the new secret ending instead of damien's "punch the sun" ending

song i associate with them - this was on a scott howl playlist and i like it so uh. through and through by khai dreams

favorite picture of them - obv my pfp pic is one of my favs but here are a collection of Certified Scott Images

and some fav outfits:

#scott howl #monster prom #monster roadtrip #monster camp #notoriousmasc #giving laois a run for his money for THE puppy boy of all time

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resident-gay-bitch · 10 months

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mommy issues

part 25 / contents

thankfully you allowed eddie to un cuff his wrists for the walk home; the chain now wrapped back around your pretty wrist.

you had your arms slung over his shoulders, wrapped and pressed up to his chest, your face snuggled into his neck and your legs taught around his waist as he carried you on his back.

“my feet hurt.” you said, about three steps out of the gate, sighing heavily, “forgot to put extra insoles in- ah!” your laughter was delightful as eddie swept you off your feet bridal style and insisted on carrying you home like that.

you protested, and settled on a piggyback.

eddie was very happy with a piggy back because he gets to let his hands wrap around your perfect thighs, and feel your warm breath on his neck the whole way home. not to mention the smatter of kisses you’re leaving everywhere you can reach.

“you had a good time then, bunny?” you asked, one hand gripping at his shirt and the other playing with the ends of his messy hair, “didn’t get too overwhelmed or anything?”

“no, ma’am.” eddie shook his head, turning slightly to look at you on his shoulder, “i had a lot of fun- it was humiliating. i can’t believe you convinced me to fucking hump your boot like that-“

“you did not need convincing, sugar.” you laughed brightly, right in his ear, and he soaked up the angelic sound, “you’re so fucking easy for me.”

eddie blushed crimson and bowed his head, “shuddup.”

you giggled and kissed his cheek, a big wet one, “but i thought you loved the sound of my voice, bunny. doesn’t it turn you on?”

eddie groaned, stopping for a second to hike you up further on his back before continuing down the path, “please let me have five minuets without making me strain in my pants. i’d like to make it home before every poor grandma looking out their windows right now can see how desperate you get me.”

he could feel you smiling as you pulled some hair back behind his ear, pressing your lips up against it as you breathed, “but what if i want everyone to know just how desperate you are for me?”

eddie had to bite his lip so as to not whimper.

he shook his head, silently laughing as you giggled in his ear. you sighed, turning your head to rest your cheek against his shoulder, looking out at the street around you. you started to hum a little tune, one of your sinful fingers twirling around one of his curls mindlessly. it was calming, the feel of you like this, and the soft hum that vibrated in your chest and echoed onto his back, the pretty sound it created, filling the air around him.

he rounded the corner to the motel parking lot, and hiked you a little higher up his back again. you made a little squeaking sound, clearly startled by the sudden movement, and turned your head to rest the other cheek on his shoulder.

as he approached your hotel door, you started nosing at his neck and peppering more little kisses there. eddie had to close his eyes for a second and swallow. he's just so sensitive to your touch, not to mention he can feel the heat from your cunt on his lower back.

"here..." eddie muttered, stopping at the door.

"such a good little slave for me, huh?" you mumbled, climbing down from his back and stepping up to the door, "so sweet for me."

eddie blushed at your praise.

you reached down between your tits to pull the hotel key out, and eddie found himself ogling at you again- scratch that, he felt a little drool slip past his lips, actually. fucking embaressing.

once inside with the door securely locked behind you, eddie didn’t even have time to untie his shoes before he found himself flat on his back against bed sheets. you were on top of him, straddling his waist and kissing up his throat, grinding your hips on him.

he swears he's in fucking heaven.

"you're so sweet, bunny." you said against his skin, the warmth of your breath making him shiver and tingle all over. he was moaning, gasping, all for you. all fucking pretty, and messy, and already gone on you. "so fucking perfect- gonna take you apart, right here. gonna make you feel so good... will you let me? you want me to make you feel so good, bunny? fuck you up a little?"

eddie whimpered, biting down on his lip as he thrusted his hips up into yous against his own will, "y-yeah... yes, please. wanna- let me... mhmm. please, do an-anything." he moaned again, quite pornographically, a little breathy, as you ground your hips down on him harder than you had been, "let you do anything... anything. please."

"listen to you..." you muttered, scraping those fucking red nails down his abdomen before shoving his shirt up over his chest, "sound so pretty for me, bunny. so fucking desperate. love how messy you are for me."

"f'you." eddie mumbled, his brain going a little fuzzy as you latched those red stained lips around one of his nipples, "oh god, please, mommy. fucking- mph, please touch me."

"but i am touching you, baby." you said maliciously, scraping your teeth over his pert nipple and eliciting the most fucking embarassing moan from deep in his throat.

he practically fucking sobbed, so goddamned hard right now. the grinding, and all the ways in which you're touching him, it all feels so fucking good, so heavenly. but it's not enough. eddie's greedy, he needs more. he's fucking pathetic.

"what?" you chuckled, all mean as you kissed your way back up his throat, your fingers still pinching and toying with his nipples, "oh, you want me to touch you somewhere else, bunny?"

he lifted his hips again, pushing them hard up into your core, groaning at the sensation. he nodded his head, feeling his eyes get all droopy and hazy when he opened them to look at you, "please, mommy... please."

"where, baby?" you asked, one of your hands taking one of his and pinning it by the wrist above his head, the other lightly scratched down over his ribs and side, "where do you want mommy to touch you?"

he whimpered, helpless, as he thrusted up again.

you tutted at him, shaking your head. he whined, all pathetic because he knew he hadn't given you the right answer, he just couldn't formulate the words in his head for the right one.

"i'll give you whatever you want, bunny..." you whispered, nosing at his cheek, hot breath on his ear as you slowly brought his other hand up above his head too, "touch you wherever you like, make you feel so fucking good, if you just ask."

he listened to the clinking sound of you undoing your bracelet again, fixing it between his wrists to cuff them together, like at the party. it's driving him mad, he feels so torn down and pitiable like this.

"p-please." he stuttered out, trying his best no to thrust up into you again because he knows you usually don't like that, but he's struggling, "m'so hard, mommy. please?"

"i know, bunny. i can fucking feel it." you grinned, spoiling him with just one pretty little kiss to his pert, wet lips.

he whined, whimpered, writhed beneath you, "please..." a sob ripped from his throat, and he thought if he didn't get some release soon, he might start fucking crying again... but you'd probably like that, wouldn't you? "please, mommy... my- my cock."

"what about your cock, bunny?" you asked again, playing fucking dumb.

eddie let out a frustrated groan, pushing his hips up again and letting his eyes roll back with the slow drag of your cunt against him, "wannit... wan'you..." he swallowed, slowly bringing his hips back down, "please... touch my cock, mommy? please, i'm begging- i'm fucking begging, please-"

"such a good boy." you whispered, rewarding him with another kiss to his wanton lips. you let the kiss linger for a little longer this time, and eddie savored it, licking into your mouth like the desperate whore he is for you, "mhm, so good for me. don't worry, baby... i'll make you feel good. gonna milk you for all you're worth, make you cum so hard you'll never want anyone but me to make you cum again."

that's already the case, but it's not like eddie's going to fucking complain about that offer, is he?

you squeezed his wrists, pushing them down as you started to suck kisses down his throat again, and eddie took that as a signal to keep his hands up above his head. and as annoying as that may be, eddie knew he'd comply.

when your kisses reached his happy trail, he was trying his best not to buck up into your chin, using all the strength in his body not to writhe. he was watching you, and you had your eyes set on him with a sultry gaze.

your teeth caught the laces of his pants, and with a little grin, you pulled. eddie moaned, watching you untie his pants with your mouth. it truly looked like something out of his shitty 'at home' porno rentals he will probably never return.

your nails scraped down his sides again until they hooked under the hem of his trousers and pulled, shucking them down to his mid thighs. your mouth found his lower abdomen again, and you worked your kisses along the skin lining those fucking panties you had him wearing.

"so pretty." you praised, nosing at the bulge underneath blush-red satin, "such a pretty boy, with such a pretty cock, kept behind pretty fucking panties."

he whimpered again, feeling your soft lips brush over where he needs it most, the thin layer between doing all too much to block the sensation. you pressed a soft kiss right over the head of his cock, down between his thighs.

"look at you, all wet for me down here, pre-cum leaking through your panties, just like a fucking girl." you hummed, deep with rasp that made eddie shiver, "so pathetic, hmm? bet you like it, don't you? feeling all sweet and pretty in these panties, baby? gonna let me fuck you?"

eddie nodded his head, twisting his hands to grip at the pillow beneath them, "yeah."

you kissed along his thighs, getting closer and closer to where he was most sensitive. you nosed at the wet patch down there again, brushing up against his cock-head, making him throb.

you held him down by the hips, sharp nails digging into skin when he tried to grind his hips up again. he's so fucking needy for touch, he's on the verge of uncontrollably writhing like a maniac for it.

your thumb swept under the hem of his panties, right where they met the seam of his thigh, and lifted the material before letting it snap back down onto his skin with a sharp snap. he was a whining mess for you, begging, trembling, all breathless whimpers and moans.

"please, please, please, please... i'll do anything- need it. fucking need it, mommy, please. let me- god, fuck- need you. pleasepleaseplea- oh. mhm, fuck me. fuck me, please? want you to fuck me, mommy."

you chuckled, low and sultry, licking up the inseam of his thigh. you lifted the waistline of his panties, wriggling it down a little, and eddie fucking moaned, pathetically, at the small sensation it created.

"fuck me." eddie pleaded again, gasping as you reached into his panties to pull his weapy cock out, letting it rest up against his stomach as you nosed at his heavy sack, letting the panties bunch beneath.

you kissed him softly, right at the base of his cock, and it felt like fucking fire burning him. so painfully pleasurable, he doesn't think he can take this anymore.

and then you go and say shit like what you say next, and eddie wants to take it all, "wanna let me fuck you the way you fuck my tight... wet pussy, eddie?" you lick up the length of him, only the tip of your tongue, but it's wet and warm and just enough to make his eyes roll back, "want me to get you all wet and fuck you full, let you cum all over me?"

"yes." he breathed, gripping onto the pillows for dear life, "god- yes, mommy... please."

you pressed a delicate little kiss just under the head of his cock before whispering low against the silky skin, letting the low rumble vibrate against him, "gonna let me play with you? eat you out, baby? have these pretty fucking thighs clench around my head the way mine do to you?"

this was getting a little unbearable in the best of ways. eddie doesn't think he's been so fucking hard before, without having been touched. he's practically vibrating beneath you, constantly moaning with each word you say, each touch you give- anything you give him, at all.

"please, mommy... wannit so bad." he mumbles out, right as you swipe that pretty tongue of yours over his leaky slit, and he can't help the tear that slips down his temple, "wannit so bad- want you. want you- need you, please."

"so desperate? you're doing so well for me, my fucking slut." you hummed against his cock, licking him once more, "listen to yourself- god, i wish you could see yourself right now. m'so fucking wet with just the sight of you, bunny. so wrecked for me like the little slut you are."

eddie nods, hips writhing up against your grip, nails biting into his soft skin and hopefully drawing blood, "slut- slut for you- wanna be your fucking slut, mommy."

"you sound so fucking slutty." you praised, pressing tiny little kisses back down his needy cock, "gonna let mommy spread you open? gonna let me eat you out, baby? get you all wet and pretty and fuck you senseless?"

eddie whimpered, sobbing, choking on his own spit as he nodded, "yes, please... anything f'you, mommy... wanna feel good. please let me- fucking... please."

"i'll make you feel good, bunny." you said, licking over his balls, your nails scraping down over his hips and thighs before you pushed them wide open, "just relax for me, bunny... just relax."

eddie gasped, fully fucking crying like a pathetic whore- or not even a whore, because a whore would probably be able to take this torment without the meltdown. he's just a pathetic mess, and it makes his cock ache even more, knowing you like him like that. you like him when he's so gone on nothing, like a dumb little slut for you to play with.

"colour, bunny?" you asked, your tone stern, looking up at him.

eddie blinked at you a few times, his vision all blurry from the hot tears in his eyes, "what?"

"colour." you repeated, "what's your colour, baby? red, yellow, or green?

"oh, green." he said, without hesitation, "so fucking green- please."

"okay..." you smiled, kissing his thigh again and squeezing the flesh in your hands, "keep listening, okay? i'm going to check in again soon, just remember your colours, okay? and use them whenever you need to, baby."

"yeah." he nodded dismissively, remembering all this.

"eddie." you said, still stern, and he whimpered and looked at you again, "eddie, i need you to focus, just for a second, okay?"

he swallowed, taking a deep breath and licking his wet, swollen lips, willing the tears to stop for a moment, "y- yeah, okay."

"good boy." you nodded, squeezing his thigh again, "these colours are very important to me, remember?"

he nodded.

"keep listening, and think about your answer before giving it to me, okay. i need you to want this... don't pretend to want this, just because i do... you have to want this for yourself, for your own pleasure-"

"i know." he muttered, swallowing, "i know, mommy. i know."

"okay." you nodded, looking over him with a little smirk, "i'm just... i wanna do stuff we haven't done before, so i need you to keep that in mind, okay?"

eddie nodded and threw his head back against the pillow, "promise, mommy."

"such a good boy." you praised before dipping your head to suckle his balls into your mouth.

eddie moaned, grinding up into air and getting no pleasure on his, once again, neglected cock. he's so fucking needy, so fucking desperate. his mind's so void of anything but the way you're making him feel right now, and he can't find it in himself to care.

"such pretty panties, baby..." you muttered again, tucking your fingers beneath the hem of his thigh and pulling it over to the side, "gonna keep them on for a while, okay?"

eddie nodded, mumbling out his agreement as you tugged his pants the rest of the way down, stopping when they were bunched at his ankles, since he still had his fucking boots on. he heard you groan, shoving off your own jacket as you quickly untied and pulled his shoes off, and the pants next. eddie helped by kicking them off the rest of the way.

you pushed at his thighs again, shoving them open wider and... up?

eddie lifted his head to look down at you as his knees lifted and settled spread wide, catching a glimpse of you before you ducked your head down and pulled his panties to the side and- oh.

eddie's eyes roll back again, another tear slipping out at the wet feeling of your tongue licking over his arse-hole. it's new, this sensation. he's never tried anything in 'that region' by himself before. he's always figured that if he was with a guy, he'd top. but... he's not against this, whatever the fuck this is.

your hands are spread over the undersides of his thighs still, keeping them up so you can lick at his hole. he feels quite vulnerable like this, actually, not that that's a new thing for him. he always feels vulnerable whilst giving himself to you, but this is just a little different. he's spread right open for you.

he gasps unexpectedly, fingers twisting in the pillowcase as your warm, wet tongue pokes inside. he's got his mouth hung open, damp cheeks, clenched fingers and feet planted firmly on the bed either side of you, and he feels kinda amazing.

he feels you pull away for a second, and he whines at the loss of contact. he looks down to find you leaning over the side of the bed, lifting yourself back up with something new in your hand.

"colour, baby?" you muttered, opening the little pink bottle you were holding.

"green." he said so fucking fast, "oh my fucking god, green."

you smirked at him, tipping the bottle upside down and squirting out a blob of lube before rubbing it between your fingers for a moment, "that's so good, bunny. now, you're gonna talk me through this, okay?"

"t-talk?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"mh-hm." you nodded, bringing your sticky fingers down and let them rub over the tight rim off his arse, "you're going to tell me yes, and no, guide me through this. don't take what you can't okay, bunny? if you need me to stop, you tell me. there's no shame, this isn't for everyone- i don't like it on myself."

"okay..." he muttered, biting down on his lip as your middle finger pressed against his hole.

your eyes watched him wearily, very slowly pushing in, and eddie nodded, letting his head flop back. it was to heavy to hold up and watch, he didn't have the energy for it, focused too much on how fucking good this feels.

"y-yeah." he breathed, "more... keep going- more, please?"

"that's a good boy." you praised, pushing your finger deeper, "that feels good?"

eddie nodded his head, "so good."

"feels wet enough for you, baby? need more lube?"

eddie shook his head and turned it to hide behind his own arm as he moaned, "no... s'perfect... feels- uuh."

"so good, baby. so good- look so pretty like this, hmm." you grinned, pushing your finger deeper and deeper until he felt your knuckles pressed up against the soft of his ass, "so fucking pretty, baby, all spread out for me."

"f'you..." eddie mumbled, incoherent slurring, "green... more."

"you're doing so well, taking my fingers so fucking well." you praised, slowly reeling your finger back before pushing in again, "you're so good at following instruction- told you you'd be rewarded, bunny."

"th... thank you, mommy." he whimpered, hips bucking up and into your hand, "feels so... g-good. please... more."

"more?" you asked, sounding kind of proud, "you want another finger already?"

"please." he groaned, the word punching out from deep within him.

"so good for asking." you praised, your ring finger pressing up against his tight hole, slowly easing in beside your other, "there you go... doing so well. what's your colour, baby?"

"green." lord, it's the greenest green eddie's ever felt.

"not too much?" you asked, "doesn't hurt?"

he hummed, whimpered, bucked into your hand again, "little..." he moaned, blinking to look at you for a moment, eyes all wet again, but not crying, yet, "s'good... the stretch... please- don't st-stop. i wannit. wannit so much, mommy."

"you're doing so well, eddie. so fucking well, baby." you hummed, kissing along his thighs now as you began to scissor your fingers in and out of him, "gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby."

"s'good... so good."

he was practically convulsing under you, writhing and jerking up into air. the bite of your nails into the soft flesh of his thigh stung each time he moved, where you were pushing his leg higher up towards his chest to keep him still and open for you.

he wants you to make him bleed with those red fucking nails.

your mouth is warm and wet, back on his hole, as your fingers spread him open and fuck his brain cells away. he invites the soft muscle of your tongue back inside him, licking between your spread fingers, with a high pitched moan.

"uh, mo-mommy... m'g- ngh." eddie had to swallow down the words getting stuck in his throat, panting to try and catch the breath that you just keep stealing from him, "gonna cum."

your mouth pulled away from him with a wet smack, "yeah? you like mommy eating out your sweet hole like this, hmm?" even the subtle sensation of you kissing up along the soft flesh of his ass and thighs had him rolling his glassy eyes back, "looks so pretty and pink for me, bunny... tastes so sweet. sweet fuckin pussy."

jesus fucking christ.

"s...s'good?" he choked out, straining his eyes to look down at you because he couldn't find the strength to lift his head, "mmm sweet?"

you chuckled at his slurred, practically incohearent babbling as you kissed your way up his abdomen, making point to steer clear of his achy cock, "so sweet, baby." your rolled your tongue over one of his nipples and sent a shiver down his spine, "you're so sweet... so perfect for me, huh? aren't you, baby? you're my sweet boy?"

eddie nodded his head, clamping his eyes shut as your fingers picked up pace inside him, "sw... swe-uh, sweet b-boy."

"yeah, so sweet for me." you smiled, now hovering over him with a pretty smile, a too pretty smile, "so sweet, n' soft, n' pathetic."

eddie whimpered, but the sharp sound was cut short when your mouth slammed down on his. eddie didn't hesitate before licking his tongue out over your lips like the greedy whore he is, begging you for so much fucking more.

he was surprised to find that your mouth tasted like, "... strawberry?"

you chuckled and kissed him again, "s'lube, baby."

oh, yep. that makes more sense then eddies ass actually tasting like strawberry.

"colour?" you asked, slowing your fingers inside him for a moment, "what's your colour, bunny?"

"s'green." he slurred and rolled his hips into your hand, straining his neck up to kiss you, "feels so good."

"yeah?" you asked with a grin, eyeing him over and refusing his kiss, "you like having me touch you that way i let you touch me?"

eddie nodded his head and twisted his hands in the pillow beneath them; he wants to grab onto you, thread his hands through your soft hair and pull it out of the clip you pinned it back with, tug you down onto him and kiss you for hours.

eddie never wants you to stop touching him in all the ways you... you let him touch you. fuck, he feels dizzy.

"please..." he breathed out, tipping his head back into the pillow as you tugged on his hair harshly, looking up at you through heavy lidded eyes, "please, mommy. wanna cum... can i please cum on your fingers?"

"you wanna cum on my fingers, baby?" you whispered, so condescending, over his puckered lips.

he nodded his head.

"that's all?" you asked, and he felt his heart stop in his chest for a moment when you pouted, "you don't wanna let mommy fuck you open like this any longer? you just want to cum on my fingers and be done? i thought you were fun, bunny."

"no!" he whimpered, arching his back up off the bed as his oncoming orgasm got harder and harder to ignore, he clamped his thighs together, but your body was preventing them from closing, "n-no... need to... oh, please, i c-can't. can't hold it, mommy, please."

you sighed and continued to work your fingers at a faster pace, "well, if you wanna finish and be done, than i guess i'll let you cum, but-"

"no." eddie begged again, stupidly bringing his hands down to grasp at you, grabbing onto your neck and shoulder, "no, ple- don't stop, don't fucking stop. wannit- need... please."

"baby." you said, tone malicious, like you were a predator that was about to fucking pounce, "i'm going to give you five seconds to get your fucking hands off me, and put them back where they're supposed to be, and to tell me exactly what you need, or i won't let you cum at all."

oh shit.

"one."

eddie threw his hands back up above his head like a good boy and gasped, clamping his thighs tight around your hips to hold his orgasm off enough to talk, "please... wanna... wanna cum, but- nguh, fuck. don't wanna finish- don't wanna... please, don't stop, mommy. need you, need it. love it." love you.

"you want to keep playing?" you asked.

eddie nodded, "y- yes, yes. green. fucking yes."

"there's a good boy." you praised, finally fucking kissing him again, but only for a second, "so proud of you for communicating, you're doing so well, pet."

"thank you." he panted, reaching up, asking for another kiss, "thank you, mommy."

you smiled, and kissed him, and tugged his hair hard enough to let another embarrassing moan rip from his throat, and pulled your fingers out from his needy hole.

eddie writhed, kicking his legs out until the fell flat against the mattress. they kinda stung, being kept up in that position so long, added with being sat on his knees all night- eddie doesn't know how the fuck you sit like that on his cock all the time. he thinks the next time that you do, he'll give you a leg massage after, maybe draw you a hot bath.

he feels terribly empty now, and even more needy for it than before, as his orgasm begins to slip away. you're running your soft, sticky hands up and down his inner thighs, and it makes his skin tingle.

his heads all fuzzy, his thoughts unable to string themselves in order, everything's kind of like a hazy blur of colour and static. it's nice, he thinks he's dropping. oh, he wants to drop so bad. he wants you to take him to that lovely place, and coddle him, and smother him with love and affection. but he's not quite ready to go there yet, so he doesn't let himself.

"you're doing so well, f'me, bunny." you whisper, knelt down there between his thighs. your hands still feel so nice on his skin, those sinful red nails.

you've got red smeared all over the bottom half of your face, and it's all wet and sticky and shiny, and eddie thinks that's similar to what he must look like after eating you out. and, well, eddie now understands why you always feel the need to kiss him right after. it's hot.

"just wanna give you a little break, okay. take a breather." you continue, speaking in a softer voice than prior. eddie likes when you use your dominant-mommy voice thing, it always sends a shiver up his spine. but this voice? it makes his heart race every time, it makes him feel like, just for a moment, that maybe he actually matters. "you're doing so well, i'm so proud of you. i'm gonna give you more, are you okay with that, baby? you want more?"

"yes..." eddie moans, just the thought of more has his mind reeling and his cock twitching, "oh, god, yes."

“god, you��re such a fucking slut.” you laughed, teasing. always fucking teasing. eddie loves it. “aren’t you, baby? you’re a slut?”

eddie looked at you, nodding his head, because he is. oh, fuck, he’s such a fucking slut. “slut… your slut.” he swallows, still lost for breath.

you smile at him, leaning down to grab a bottle of water. eddie’s mouth is suddenly very dry, and he’s greatful you hold the rim to his lips and pour the cool liquid down his throat. he looks at you the whole time, and you have this little smirk on your face like you’re enjoying this. feeding him water. honestly, he doesn’t care if it’s weird, he likes when you feed him stuff. he likes it when you do things for him he’s more than perfectly capeable of doing himself.

he smacks his lips and licks them, taking a moment to catch his breath after half chugging that bottle. you take some for yourself, and he watches the way your throat bobs with each sip.

he’s so fucking gone on you, he even finds that hot.

“m’your slut.” eddie said finally, as you were putting the lid back on the bottle. “i’m just a slut for you, mommy. no one else.”

you look at him for a moment, as if his words had caught you off guard, and then slowly your lips girl up into a smug grin. “oh, i’ve trained you so well.”

eddie laughs and flops over sideways on the bed, burring his face into the soft pillows and the crease of his arm. he groans with mortification, but it’s fake, he’s grinning because everything you say to him makes him so giggly inside.

it’s still embarrassing though.

god, you’ve trained him? how pathetic is he? he really is a fucking slut.

“don’t hide from me.” you said, almost giggling at him as you reached out to pull his face back to look at you. oh, you’re so pretty. why are you always so pretty? “i miss this pretty face, bunny. there we go, can’t get off without those eyes looking at me anymore.”

eddie thinks he may have actually melted. he feels like he has, his body all slack and warm and fuzzy. is that true? can you really only get off when he’s there to help you? or are you just saying that to turn him on more?

his stomach churns with the thought, he prays, fucking begs that it’s the former. how wonderful would it be to have you all to himself, the be the only person you want at all. but, unfortunately, he’s convinced it’s the latter. there’s always better options than little old eddie munson.

“ready for more now, pretty boy?” you asked, and eddie’s back to melting again. he loves you too much to worry about his own problems right now.

he nods, “yeah, mommy. please.”

“good boy.” you smile, and trail delicate fingers up his thighs. it tickles the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver all over his body. it feels good, to be touched by you. he wishes you’d touch him all the time, and he knows how selfish that is, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

your pretty fingers wrap around his achy cock and his hips thrust up with the sensation. you’re so delicate with him, all the time, it’s malicious.

you lean over, and even though your hands and his cock are slick and covered in lube, you purse your lips and let him watch your spit drip down from the tip of his cock.

it’s hypnotic, and filthy, and eddie loves it. your thumb smooths over his slit and smears your spit around, and it sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

he doesn’t even get to watch as you sink down, swollen red lips wrapping around his cock as you swallow him to the base.

your mouth is heaven, a fact eddie had established in his mind the first time you sucked his cock, but with the added sensation of those pretty fingers pushing back inside him, working him open; it’s better then heaven. it’s the best eddie has ever felt and he’s sure he’s not going to last more than two minuets now.

he’s writhing, bucking his hips in time with your fingers and mouth, moaning and whining and panting nonstop, gripping the pillows above his head, tensing his abdomen, and his legs keep fucking spasming every so often, when your fingers brush that perfect spot inside.

you add a third finger, and eddie realises he’s not going to last another thirty seconds.

“gonna cu-uhh.” eddie whines, trying to pull his hips away from you because he knows you’re not going to want that yet.

or perhaps you will, perhaps you’re going to push him through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until he’s sore and crying and begging you to stop, and then complaining when you actually stop.

the thought of that makes his cock twitch down your throat, and that’s his last straw. he really shoves his hips to the side away from you and grits out, “red!”, zero point two seconds before he’s about to cum.

thankfully, you have a brilliant reaction time and rip yourself away from him before he can, and it hurts, oh it hurts so much, but he doesn’t cum.

“okay- are you okay, bunny? what’s wrong?” you ask, eyes wide and hands to yourself as you sit up on your knees between his. you look like you want to reach out and touch him, to wipe the singular tear that’s just managed to slip from his eye, but you don’t.

you’re so cautious, even though you know eddie prefers physical affection when he’s not doing okay, you’re still so cautious. just in case, one time, he doesn’t want that, just in case you’ve hurt him. you take so much care with him, and it makes his heart ache a little.

he really wishes he could have you all to himself, forever.

“i’m okay.” eddie pants, bringing his hands down from above his head, bracing himself back on his elbows with his hands still bound on his chest. he can look at you better this way, communicate clearer. “i’m okay, i promise.” he assures.

you seem to relax a little, shoulders dropping, and you nod, “what’s the problem, bunny?”

“i was gonna cum.” he said a little sheepishly, tearing his eyes away from you. “like, i couldn’t, ugh… it was…”

you laughed, resting your hands softly on his thighs as you shook your head, “you had no time to spare?”

eddie shook his head no, “sorry.”

you smiled so beautifully at him, eyes twinkling under the low light of the room, “you’re honestly adorable.” you sighed, “thank you for stopping it, i wasn’t ready to let you cum yet- you’re such a good boy, you know?”

eddie feels an immense amount of pride swell in him, “yeah?”

“oh, yeah.” you grin, leaning over to kiss him quickly, “most of my other subs didn’t have so much restraint. i mean, you’ve had ample opportunity to accidentally cum tonight, and you haven’t. you impress me so much.”

eddie is positively done for.

“it’s why you’re my favorite.” you boop his nose and lean in close again, close enough that he can breath you in, can feel your nose brush his skin, but not close enough to kiss. he tries anyway, but you stop him, and you giggle. “you’re so good, always so good. so perfect for me, baby. s’why i wanna keep you forever.”

eddie let’s our a pathetic whimper that’s awkwardly muffled as you kiss him. he sinks into it, the taste of you, and strawberry lube, and his own fucking cock in your mouth. it’s intoxicating and dirty, and eddie loves when you’re filthy with him.

your hand slinks up over his chest, up his neck, making his skin tinkle. you sweep some hair back behind his ear as you deepen the kiss, and eddie invites it. he moans into your mouth, letting you know just how bad he needs, and you take it.

“such a good boy.” you muttered quietly against his mouth and then kiss him again. your hand wanders south until it’s wrapped around his cock, and he whines, bucking his hips as you begin to stroke the smooth length of him. “always such a good boy, so devoted, aren’t you?”

eddie nods his head and surges in to kiss you again. and he’s so relieved that you let him. he loves when you let him.

“you wanna have some real fun, baby?”

eddie pulls back slightly in shock, looking at you with a raised brow, “is that not what we’re doing?”

you shrugged with a smug grin, “i suppose its what we’re always doing.” you chuckled as you leant in to pepper his face in pretty little kisses, and eddie soaks them in. “but remember how i had something fun in mind?”

“oh…” eddie swallows, he assumed you’d already gotten to that part with the three fingers and cock sucking. that was euphoric.

“i wanna use a toy.”

“oh.” eddie says again, this time with less uncertainty. he likes when you bring out new toys to play with. “yeah, please.”

“okay.” you smile and kiss his puckered lips quickly before sitting back up and peeling your dress off your body, and then your panties. eddie stares, always hypnotised with your bare tits, and even more so with the visible wetness soaking your now discarded panties. he knows that will never get old. “now, you can say-“

“no, if i need to?” eddie raised his eyebrows, looking back up at your face, “i know. you always tell me.”

you swat him on the thigh, “i’m just reminding you. i want you to be safe, bunny.” you lean over the bed to grab the toy out of your bag, “i’d hate myself if i ever hurt you or pushed you through something you don’t enjoy. trust me, i’ve been there, it’s not fun.”

“i’m sorry.” eddie mutters.

“you don’t have to apologise for knowing-“

“no, for you being there.” eddie swallowed. “i’m sorry… i mean, i already do this, but i promise to always tell you when i’m unsure, okay?”

you smile at him softly and squeeze the meat of his thigh, looking at him with a sort of desperation, “thanks, eddie... i-“ you cleared your throat and sat up abruptly, startling eddie. “thanks.” you say again, this time more curt.

“it’s okay.” he mutters, a little thrown off by your weird behaviour, but he moves past it quickly no less.

“now, the fun.” you grinned and held up something pink, and long, and-

he actually felt his eyes bulge out of his head when he realised it was a dildo. given the activities just taken place, he doesn’t think you’re planning on using it on yourself.

the longer he looks at it, the more he notices it’s not just your run of the mill dildo. there’s straps hanging from be bottom end of it, and eventually he works out that it’s a strap.

it’s a goddamn fucking strap on.

you want to peg him.

he must have been staring at it rather startled, because you suddenly rest it on your own thighs and swallow, drawing his attention back to you, “we don’t have to, if you don’t want-“

“i want.” eddie said before his brain could even catch up to his mouth, “yes, i want- green. very green. so green…”

you’re looking at him, an expression that he could only describe as half startled and half amused. eddie looks back at your for a moment, then down at the strap, then back up at you, and he blushes.

you both break out into a fit of giggles. eddie pushes himself back up on his elbows and you lean forward, resting your head over his heart as you both laugh. your hand is placed at the centre of his chest, and his skin there feels like it’s on fire.

you look back up at him, beaming, and you lean in to kiss his scarlet cheek. “you’re so adorable.” you mutter, and then can’t resist giving him another kiss.

“shuddup.” eddie blushes more, chewing on his lip as he tries to hide his face away again out of mortification.

“no, never.” you giggle, moving your own face right in front of his, “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.”

he pretends to roll his eyes and look away again, in the opposite direction to your pretty face with your perfect smile, “i’m embarrassing.”

“but, i like that…” you tap his cheek with your finger, pushing him to look at you again, “remember?”

oh, he’s so red right now, “doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.”

“i think you like that.” you grinned, crawling over him, pushing him down by the chest as you got closer and closer to his wanton lips, “you’re a little freak who gets off on being embarrassed by me, aren’t you?”

eddie bites down on his lip to muffle a whimper.

“aren’t you, eddie? you’re a fucking freak?” you ask, brushing your nose against his, “a freak who’s a little sick in the head? letting his step mommy turn him on?”

eddie nods his head, entranced by you.

“say it.” you whisper over his lips, it’s mean, daring. “go on, say it. tell me how much of a sick freak you are, baby.”

a freak. eddie’s used to being called a freak all the time, people spitting on him or shunning him. it's an evil word that he's always hated, even when he parades around reclaiming it and pretending he's proud to be one. he does like his difference, but freak has always been so horrible.

it hurts.

it makes him feel like a monster.

but you. oh, he doesn't know how you do it. you take a word he hates, something so vile and cruel, and you make him want it. he wants to be a sick fucking freak around you, you make him one.

you make him feel like being a freak is hot, that you like it, that you like him.

he’s eddie the freak munson, and he's all fucking yours.

eddie takes a moment to gather his breath before he forces it all out as fast as he can, because he’s struggling being this close without getting to kiss you, “i’m a freak- sick freak who likes… who wants you to fuck him, mommy.” he swallows, begs for your kiss but you still won’t give it, “want you to fuck me, mommy. f-fuck me- please fuck me?”

you smirk, malicious and so fucking smug and eddie feels himself throb. you kiss him, finally, and eddie pushes into it, taking as much as you’ll let him have.

he feels you fiddling around down by your waists, after a moment, he breaks away to figure out what you’re doing. you’ve got the strap half on, and comcidering all the buckles, he’s quite impressed you’ve gotten so far so quickly. he can’t help but giggle a little, reaching down to help you fix it in place. he likes that you’re laughing with him, that you feel a little silly too. eddie’s so enamoured with you.

once you’ve got it secured, you grab eddie’s bound wrists and push him back to lay against the pillows, hands above his head.

“good boy.” you tell him for the millionth time probably, but it doesn’t give him any less pride and satisfaction. “thank you for your help.”

“issokay.” eddie slurs out, barely even able to register your question. he can’t help but stare at you, naked in front of him and a bright pink strap on, and he prays that you defile the fuck out of him with it.

you smile and sweep some of his hair back from his face, and he looks up at you with big bambi eyes, and you bite your lip. perhaps you weren’t lying before.

eddie feels a swarm of butterflies pick up in his stomach.

you smother the strap in strawberry lube, watch him as you stoke your hand up and down the length of it. it makes eddie nervous, watching you do such a thing. he can’t wait.

“be a good boy and spread your thighs for me, baby?” you ask, hands already spread on the meaty flesh and pushing them open.

eddie lifts his knees, spreading them wide open and giving you plenty of room to fit between them.

“you want mommy to fuck you, now, bunny?”

“please.” he nods, and he wishes he could touch you. “please, please, please, please, please-“

“alright.” you smirk, shuffling in closer. you smear more lube on your sinful fingers and walk them down to his clenching hole. it’s hard to keep his composure as you smear the liquid around, teasing him like that, his cheeks are hot and his breath is already short.

he’s so fucking weak for you.

“such a good boy for me, just relax, yeah? let mommy take care of you.” you mutter, a hand wrapped around the cock, lining it up with his arsehole. “so good, so good for me…”

you keep muttering pretty praises as you push in, and eddie feels his eyes flutter to the back of his head. he’s gripping at the pillow and himself, thighs tense, he feels so much, and it’s all so good.

he feels your nails scraping lightly up and down his thighs to his knees to help soothe him, and it’s sending him into overdrive.

“f-feels good.” he mutters, sounding drunk, “so good- green. p-please, mommy, more please.”

“that’s a good boy.” you praise, gripping his knees to push all the way in. he feels so full, the entire length of the strap inside, your pelvis pressed up against his ass. it’s so foreign, but so good. eddie thinks he wants this all the time now. “i’m just gonna give you a second to adjust, okay. it’s a lot, i know it’s a lot. you’re doing so well for me, bunny. so well, i’m so proud of you.”

eddie whimpered, fucking tears forming in his eyes already. it’s so good, everything is so good. he can’t help it when he bucks his hips up into you, gaining just the smallest bit of friction, but it’s enough make him moan absurdly loud and start crying.

“awh, bunny.” you mutter, wiping the stream of tears without win, “are these good tears?”

he nods, so overwhelmed already. he feels so fuzzy now, head empty, fucked dumb without actually being fucked yet. he wants this to last forever, but he also wants you to let him cum soon, so he can go there, to that nice place, the subspace.

“good.” he manages to choke out, because he knows he has to use his words. he’s good, he’s learnt, you’ve trained him, he knows. “good, mommy. so good. please.”

“good boy, my favourite boy.” you smile, pulling back slowly until only the tip is left inside him. it has him shaking, genuinely shaking. his knees are digging into each of your hips, almost vibrating against you, your hands spread on his thighs. “you’re okay, baby, you’re okay, you can cum when you need to, okay? i know it’s a lot, i won’t make you hold it. just relax.”

eddie is so thankful.

“th-thank you, mommy-“ he moans out, and then let’s out the most pleasurable moan as you push back inside him in one swift motion.

it’s a lot, it’s too much, and the moment your cock hits that nice place inside, he’s cumming all over his stomach.

“oh, baby.” you say, and he can hear the smile in your tone, “hmm, good boy, feels so good, huh?” you mutter, scraping your nails delicately over him, talking and fucking him through his orgasm.

he feels himself slipping, head fuzzy, warm inside.

but you don’t stop when eddie finishes, you keep fucking him, you keep praising him, and you keep touching him.

he feels dizzy, it’s so nice, his skin is all tingly and everything’s so good. his cock is beginning to ache a little, still hard and preparing to cum again.

you keep fucking him, setting a slow, smooth pace. it’s lovely, hitting him right where he needs with each stroke. in the sparse moments when eddie is not making pathetic noises, you can hear the wet squelch of his hole sucking you in. it’s so filthy, he fucking loves it.

“you’re doing so well for me, bunny.” you say, leaning over and bracing a hand beside his head, “sound so pretty when i fuck you, don’t you? you think you sound pretty, baby?”

eddie thinks he sounds pathetic, and desperate, and horny, and stupid. but he supposes you quite like those things, don’t you?

“pretty.” he mutters, cause it’s all his brain can supply right now.

“pretty noises, pretty cock, pretty hole, pretty face, pretty eyes.” you mutter, pressing your body weight into his, and he feels your tits pressed against his chest and its heavenly, “such a pretty pretty boy. a pretty little slut.”

“pretty slut.” he mimics back to you, brain complete mush, “m’so pretty.”

“yeah, you’re so pretty, baby.” you chuckle, kissing him quickly, and he adores every second of it, “my pretty slut.”

“your pretty slut.” he murmurs again, eyes fixed on your intently. “s’good, mommy… wanna- ngh… slower.” he pleads, whining, and you immediately slow down.

by the look on your face, he gathers that youve assumed that it was hurting him. that you were hurting him, and eddie promised he’d always communicate about that stuff with you, so he forces himself to focus for a moment.

“s’good.” he mutters, swallowing and gripping the pillow tighter, “just… want it to be slow.” he smiles, and he’s sure he looks stupid, “wan you to make love to me.” he confesses, and you look like you just melted.

“yeah? you want mommy to be nice with you? nice and slow? look after my pretty bunny?” you ask, whispering.

he nods his head, “please. s’nice. you’re nice.”

you giggle softly and smooth a hand down his thigh, “i’m nice, huh? i thought i was mean?”

he grins, “you are, so mean… but so nice.”

that makes you smile, and he beams at the sight of it, “only to you, bunny, you’re special.”

“am i?” he whispers, like if he asks any louder he’ll hear something he doesn’t like.

“yeah.” you nod, brushing your noses together, you whisper over his lips, “the most special, eddie. you’re so special to me.”

eddie almost slips up and blurts out that he loves you, but he doesn’t, thankfully. he manages to keep himself in check and just makes a bunch of pathetic subby noises that probably have you soaking. and- well, now that he thinks of it, you’ve been so neglected tonight.

an entire night circulated around sex and no one’s even touched you- and look, eddie would be touching everywhere if you hadn’t bound his wrists, but you did, so he can’t.

“wanna touch you.” he mutters, begs, “please mommy, wanna make you cum too.”

“i’m okay, bunny.” you smile, finally kissing him. you taste so good. always so good. “you don’t need too.”

“but-“

“it’s about you tonight, eddie.” you whisper to him. “trust me, baby. i’m enjoying myself, i am… so much. i love having you like this. but tonight’s about you, pretty boy.”

“i wanna make you feel so- uhh… so good too, mommy. deserve it.”

you giggle softly and kiss him again, “you think i deserve to cum?”

he nods his head and bites his lip, looking at you with bambi eyes in hopes of breaking you with them, “you make me feel- fuck. feels so good. feels so good, you should… you should feel so good.”

“i do.” you grinned, smothering him in kisses all over again, “you’re so sweet to me, pet. how about, we focus on you tonight, and then tomorrow, i’ll let you touch me however you like, for as long as you like, for as many orgasms as you’d like me to have, huh?”

eddie started drooling at the thought.

“yeah? if you be a good boy and let mommy take care of you tonight, that can be your reward tomorrow. you can do whatever you like.”

he nodded his head excitedly, “wann ea-you ouh…” he slurred, so fucking gone on you now, “wan… tas…”

“okay, baby.” you giggled, hooking your hand under one of his thighs to pull it higher on your hip, “you can eat me out as much as you like tomorrow. promise i’ll be so wet for you. i’m already so wet for you, you make me so wet, baby.”

eddie is struggling. he’s getting closer and closer to the edge and each perfect thing you say isn’t helping.

“here, baby, you wanna make love?” you mutter into his ear, and he nods. “yeah… you can bring your hands down, if you like, put them around my neck to hold on.”

eddie obviously does not hesitate to touch you. he brings his hands over, his bound wrists above your head, and rests his forearms on your shoulders. you’re fucking into him slow and deep, and it feels so good, he’s starting to shake again. crying, drooling, whimpering, babbling unintelligible thankyous and praises on how good it feels.

he’s so close, and he’s aware you know this, kissing up the length of his neck and sucking more bruises into his pale skin. he can hear you muttering more praises about how good of a slut he is, how pretty he is, how he’s your favourite, and eddie relishes in each and every one of them. he savours them, loves them so much.

he’s got his legs hooked around your back now, ankles crossed and locked there, keeping you close. you’re so good at touching him, knowing all the right spots to make his skin burn with want and desire. it’s so lovely, to be close to you, to breathe in the familiar smell of your perfume and musk.

when you kiss him, you hold him closer. your hand slips down his thigh to his ass where you grab and pull him in closer, your other forearm resting on the pillows right by his head, fingers scratching at his scalp and playing with his hair. it feels so nice, so good, and he’s dropping. he’s so close to dropping.

you kiss away his tears, and even though there’s so much slobber coming from his mouth you kiss him anyway. you kiss him hard, moaning into his mouth which makes his head empty.

his moans are getting higher in pitch, and you know he can’t hold back any longer. he loves how well you know his body now, how he doesn’t need to try and spell it out every time when he’s so clearly unable to. he’s an absolute mess right now.

you’ve ruined him.

you absolutely ruined him, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

“it’s okay.” you whisper into his ear, your hand slipping away from his ass and sliding over to his neglected cock. he’s so sensitive there, it aches, and when you touch him, he whines in both pleasure and pain. “you’re doing so well, bunny, so well for me.” you keep praising, kissing him anywhere you can reach as you do. you start stroking his pretty cock, and he’s done for, “you’ve been such a good boy, bunny. i think you deserve to cum, don’t you?”

he nods his head, turning his lips to you for more kisses.

you giggle at him, leaning in, but before you let him have his kiss, you whisper, “it’s okay, baby, cum for me. come all over mommy’s cock like the good little freak you are.”

that tips him over the edge. he pants into your mouth, whimpering, moaning, hands gripped tight in your hair, as he spills all over your hand and his stomach, hole clenching around your cock. you slowly work him through his second orgasm, letting kiss you as much as he needs.

it’s only when he can’t keep kissing you anymore do you stop. and before he completely slips away to his second favourite place (his first being anywhere you are), he hears you tell him something wonderful;

“there you go, good boy, it’s okay. just relax, i’ve got you. i’ve got you, eddie. i’ve always got you, always keep you safe, honey.” you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose, “i wish i could keep you all to myself.”

oh. my. god. okay, thank you SO much for being so patient with me, this chapter has been a long time coming. i’m honestly so happy and proud of myself for getting it done. i got to 1000 followers today, and that gave me the motivation to get it done. i was thinking, hmm, this was so unexpected and i didn’t see it coming so i didn’t plan anything to celebrate, so what could i do? ah yes, mommy issues. beloved beloved mommy issues.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!! i did!!

and guess what, as an extra gift for being so good and patient, i have a peice of nsfw art of eddie going brain numb from pleasure, and you can find that here on ao3 :))))

and if you follow me, thanks for getting me to 1000 followers <33 appreciate it ya little freak ;)

oh were also getting a perspective change next sunday soooo see you then bunnies <3

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