#come and get y’all juice

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Short little Rhaemond drabble about Aemond doing The Most™️ when helping Rhaena with her hair...

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(A no Dance AU, they are long since married, everyone happy yada yada yada etc. )

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THE LESSON

Aemond Targaryen was not particularly showy in public with his affections in the beginnings of his marriage. However, this did not mean he held no love for his wife. He was very much in love with Rhaena, but his rigid upbringing did not make him feel comfortable expressing his emotions openly the way so many others did and instead Aemond at first channeled his love into acts of service involving his bride’s hair.

The prince would make a habit of arriving to Rhaena’s chambers early enough that she was still getting ready for the day, and every few weeks he would simply sit and talk with her while her maids went through the process of freshening up her tresses. Until one day to her surprise, the fifth time Rhaena was getting her locks tightened and maintained, Aemond shooed away the maids and set to the work himself.

“I did not know you were experienced in the art of hair care, my love,” Rhaena joked, moving her head at his slight nudges whenever he selected a new loc.

“I’ve seen the maids at it often enough.” Aemond fastened a clutch of locs to Rhaena’s head with a long pin, getting them out of the way of the one he was to work on next. “I can do this for you just as well as they can.”

“So you can,” Rhaena smiled to herself. His hands, so adept with a sword and so skilled with the bow, were soft on her scalp. He was gentle as could be.

“I’ve also found a new tonic for your hair. To brighten the color with your regular washing in between your maintenance days...”

“Oh?”

“Queen Visenya would use it. Her own recipe. Not that you need it but I know how much you admire her and her famous concoctions. This one was buried deep in a food recipe book, of all things.” Rhaena hummed and enjoyed the information Aemond dumped on her as he would continue his work.

As time went on, Rhaena felt more comfortable asking Aemond for his opinions over a new accessory or headpiece to wear, often among guests at a ball or feast. He was usually seen toying with a strand of her hair, growing more comfortable himself in openly showing his love.

Being a royal, people often talk of you and your habits and with Prince Aemond and Lady Rhaena it was no different. First, it had been of the unlikeliness of their betrothal due to their less than amicable childhood. Now, the topic was of Rhaena having her hair looked after by her husband.

Many men of the keep thought it unseemly for a husband to have a fascination with his wife’s hair. Men were supposed to be warriors and rulers of their household, not lower themselves to participate in such frippery as looking after their wife’s hair...

One unfortunate day, one man was bold enough to voice this very opinion at training. Aemond swiftly and without hesitation shot an arrow through his jaw, not killing the man but doing it in such a way that his tongue was skewered through and rendered useless. No one rushed to the man’s side. Aemond called for a maester as he would call for a fresh horse. He tossed the bow to a shocked squire and walked over to the sword table, picking one as he spoke loudly and clearly.

“Let this be a lesson for all of you: my habits concerning my wife are not up for you to discuss,” he declared, picking up a sword and brandishing it. “I’m loathe to have all of you think me weak-willed and unable to handle a jest or hearing your opinions, so let me put you at ease: you can say whatever you wish of me. Talk of my missing eye, like you have for years. Continue talk of my position as a lowly second son. Talk of my lack of decorum at Lady Laena’s funeral all those years ago.” Aemond’s manner of speaking was light, not a hint of wrath in his voice, making his words all the more chilling.

The men remained frozen, the injured man continued screaming as the arriving maester attempted to staunch the flow of blood. Prince Aemond continued. “However, if you feel the need to speak of my lady wife in such a way that the things I do for her are to be perceived as....demeaning..know that your blood will be spilled. That is all.” With an unconcerned air, as if he had just finished giving instructions for the day to an attendant, he turned to clash with Ser Criston and continued training as the man he injured was dragged away.

Needless to say, no man in the red keep felt the need to give voice to such views again and Prince Aemond continued to care for Lady Rhaena’s hair.

[mushramoo]

Bonnie is the twink boss of the pizza plex

[sleepy-light]

Butler Ragatha and a doodle

[mamayan]

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

Good girls should just stay home, lest something goes bump in the night.

cw: NSFW • Implied Murder • Implied Serial Killer • Consensual Non-Consent turned Non-Consensual • Noncon • Dubcon • Abuse • Fingering (F) • Oral (M) • Deep Throating • Rough Sex • Attempted Murder • Hair Pulling • Degradation/Slight Humiliation • Dacryphilia • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • a little OOC • This story possessed me and basically wrote itself • Barely proof read tbh

wc: 7k+

Something must be wrong with you.

Or at least, that’s what you imagine the world would think if anyone knew what you were doing.

The room was dark aside from the blue glow of your computer screen. The black web browser with red lettering almost ominous as your eyes scanned the consent form again. It was a consent form just to access the full website, on the surface serving only as a dating type of situation for the BDSM community. Beneath it though were layers deeper than what the simple description actually provided. You only found out about it through a deep dive into multiple sub-threads of Reddit. It was a basket case of crazy, the majority of information or advice, but you managed to dig up one reliable looking source.

This website you were currently on. L@ce&R0pe.com happened to provide a wide variety of goodies, from sex toys to actual published books on shibari, there wasn’t much you couldn’t find. Except like all websites not swallowed up by the deep web, there was never any section like the one you wanted so desperately.

Except this one, because your mouse didn’t hesitate to shift and hover over the drop down section for MEET, where you could link up with real people for whatever your heart desired really. You trailed down to NEW FRIEND, and clicked. A new tab opened, this one themed differently than the main website. It was light blue and pink, almost like a baby shower, except the only thing on the page was a single drop down menu, and clicking it made your head ache. There were thousands of options, but thankfully it was organized alphabetically, so you could easily scroll mindlessly until you hit the C section.

You found what you wanted, clicking it as your chosen option and hitting GO.

The screen changed, this time it looked similar to a dating profile fillable. You worked quickly, efficiently even, as you typed all your information in.

Not your name or address, nothing silly like that. Just your measurements, your favorite foods or beverages, the color of your eyes, your hair color, your height, and even the style of your nails. It asked if you liked to brush your hair everyday, how often you showered, what shampoo or body wash you like. You answered them all, as invasive as they soon became, you never wavered. What brand of deodorant do you use? How often do you clip or file your nails? To what length? Do you shave your pubic area? How often? What style? How many sexual partners have you had? Where have you had sex? Which hole do you prefer? Are you a crier or a screamer? Does blood turn you on? Do you like physical or mental pain more? Have you ever been raped before?

They got more personal and physiological as you answered. You felt hot and stuffy despite the window being open and the cool autumn air blowing in. You kept answering even as your throat got tighter and unease nestled into your clavicle.

Do you want to know who your new friend will be?

This time you do hesitate. Knowing would make it feel safer. Knowing would give you some semblance of control. Knowing would be the smart choice.

You clicked “no” and submitted the form, sealing your fate as your hands shook and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You set the date for October 31st. Now all you had to do was wait and show up.

A notification hit his phone, lighting up the screen as cigarette smoke billowed around him in the back alley. A quick glance was all he needed to unlock and fully see the entire screen. The leather of his jacket rubbed against the brick he leaned against.

Halloween was probably the best time for such fun, crime rates skyrocketing and parties being loud and wild really left a big gaping hole for any type of heinous activity to occur. He grinned as the information poured onto his screen. His dick already becoming painfully hard as he read all your supplied information. You liked breath play, having someone spit in your mouth, even being slapped around. He was always amazed by the lack of shortage for sick freaks like you, but then again, he was one of them too. Licking his top lip, tongue piercing flicking out to rub against his cupid’s bow, he clicked “ACCEPT” on the notification. He had all your information, the when and where, and your adorable little comment of “Please don’t degrade me.” What more could he ask for? His smile is sinister in the low light off the neon sign of the bar, casting a purplish hue on his skin as he chuckles and shoves his phone away. Flicking his cigarette butt onto the dirty ground, he cracked his neck and knuckles before going back inside to finish his beer and round of pool with his friends.

He’ll see you on Halloween. He might even dress up a little for the occasion.

It’s cold.

It’s nearly November so you hadn’t expected warm weather necessarily, but it seemed chillier than usual despite your fairly insulated dress.

You dressed up as an angel, the irony not lost on you at all but it felt fitting almost for the occasion. The pristine white looked off in your surroundings. It was nearly midnight, but despite that the sidewalk of the park was filled with a fairly regular crowd of people passing through, on to the next party or home to sleep off all the alcohol. Really, you weren’t too out of place, in your white stockings and black heeled boots, the fluffy ruffled white babydoll dress that barely covered your ass or tits and the wings which were strapped around your shoulders and jutted out behind you. On your head was a slim clip which was attached to a white shiny halo that seemed to float above you, only a thin wire keeping it up. You’d at first felt a little exposed passing children going home for the night after trick or treating, eyes of judgemental families which you ignored boring into you, but now it was time for the adults to have fun. You’d already passed a plethora of college students or older dressed even more scantily than you, making you feel better, safer, out in the park you’d chosen. You’d chosen 0300 as your designated meetup time, but specified you’d be early in case they wanted to start sooner. So here you stood, under a streetlamp that illuminated you in a yellow glow, making you seem even more angelic despite the ominous darkness surrounding you. You were busy playing on your phone, scrolling mindlessly and trying not to appear too excited. Or scared. You figured it was a combination of both, the arousal and fear bleeding into one very specific but unnamed emotion. Tapping your boot to a rhythm only you could hear, the night drew on and another hour passed. The droves of people passing didn’t dwindle, but it was always a group, never a single individual which you hoped was your new friend. It was almost 0130 when you felt watched, goosebumps rising on your skin as you realized someone must be looking at you. A quick glance around showed no one though, and after ten minutes your hope dissolved into disappointment. It seemed your friend wasn’t an early bird.

“Hey,” a raspy, deep voice speaking almost directly into your ear, startling you enough to elicit a yelp. You turned, eyes landing on a dark clothed chest and trailing up to a hooded face you could barely make out through a mess of blue hair. His lips look a bit chapped, a small scar decorating a corner, but his teeth are white and straight as he smiles a grin that causes shivers to shoot down your spine.

…maybe your friend was an early bird, just not as much as you.

You take a step back, stuttering stupidly due to your overactive nerves and the earlier shock of his sudden appearance. “H-hi…um,” the stranger tilts his head, eyes still not visible, dark hoodie baggy on his frame. He looks a bit thin, like he wouldn’t have a lot of strength, his jeans having some strange splattering of fake blood or something on them. You lick your lips, heart ready to leap from your chest but not quite ready for the events to unfold.

Or maybe you were very ready.

“You’ve been standing here for hours,” he comments nonchalantly, hands moving to shove inside the large inner pocket on his hoodie, “Aren’t ya tired of waiting for your boyfriend?” His question is a bit confusing, and when you glance around you, it dawns that there’s no one out right now. When had the crowds dwindled to nothing? “I don’t… have a boyfriend…” you had clearly stated that online too, so he already knew the answer to your relationship status. Was he just teasing? Keeping this as realistic as possible? It made you a bit pleased. You fiddled with the ends of your cute frilly dress, exposing a small portion of your skin and garter belt which kept your thigh high socks up. His eyes tracked the motion, lips pulling up even higher making his smile menacing. Dangerous. “That so?” He asks, but it doesn’t seem like he’s too interested in a reply as he steps closer, his beat up sneakers so silent on the ground it’s a little unnerving. Since he’s playing along so much, it feels wrong for you to not reciprocate.

“What do you think you’re doing, creep? Stay back,” You hope he’s not offended by the name, figuring it wasn’t too mean or odd of a thing to call him. Your firm stance and defiant gaze make him pause, head tilting again but he’s quick to recover and laugh. It’s less of a sexy and deep chuckle like you expected, and more pitched and giggly. It’s almost creepy to hear from a grown man. Like a child from a horror movie laughing. “Creep? Yeah? Guess I am, but you know what?” His head lifts, and since he’s more centered under the tall street lamp, when he looks straight at you, two red eyes flash. “I’m a lot fucking worse than your average dumbass creep,” you jolt when he lunges at you, hand outstretched to grab you. It’s instinctive how quickly you turn and run, adrenaline helping you shoot off into the park where no light but the moon shined down. This is what you wanted, you chant to yourself to stay level headed enough to not truly panic. This was staged and as safe as possible. He’s not actually going to hurt you. You’d be fine, albeit maybe a little sore tomorrow morning. You shut your mind off and focus on running, though your speed wasn’t great in such cheap and unstable boots, roots and random objects on the ground constantly tripping you up.

You looked like the dumb girl in the horror movies, tits practically out of your low cut revealing white dress, strapless white bra damn useless and more for show than any real support or push-up. You huffed, digging in your heels when you heard a few twigs snap behind you, feet carrying you faster as you realized he was gaining on you quickly. He didn’t shout and you didn’t scream. The chase was exhilarating, your mind becoming fuzzy as your lungs burned for more oxygen. You hadn’t planned a chase, really leaving it all up to fate and your new friend, but this was perfect.

Until fingers tangled tight in your hair and yanked you completely off your feet, your shoes and legs going out in front of you as you landed gracelessly on your ass. Then an intense burning in your scalp erupts, a hiss of pain and a whine escaping as you slide over cool damp foliage, senseless grumbling coming from the stranger as he drags you into a deeper more secluded section of the park, away from any and all prying eyes. Not like anyone gave a damn. “I-it hurts!” You feel childish for crying, tears pricking your eyes but the burn was worse than you imagined truly, soft hands coming up to try and pry his fingers off.

He has a grip of iron apparently, not the least bit phased as he sighs, hauling you up and tossing you in front of him. You land weirdly on your left shoulder, a shock of pain numbing your mind as you heave for air and roll over. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with him. His hood pulled off, shoulder length blue hair now tied back and up into a little bun while some stray pieces frame his face and forehead. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as they take him in.

He’s young, maybe early twenties, with pale skin and dark bags hugging beneath his scarlet eyes. He’s got a beauty mark just below his lip on the right side, the scar you saw earlier on the other. He’s not hard on the eyes, cute even, but the strange air around him makes the close proximity fill you with anxiety. His eyebrows are thin and sparse, but he cocks one with a smirk. “Not gonna scream for help, crybaby?” The nickname makes you realize tears are streaming down your cheeks, you blink them away quickly, shaking your head and trying to find your words again. “I—uh, do you want me to?” Wouldn't screaming just make it more likely for someone to call the police? You figured a little noise was fine, but screaming seemed counter productive.

His eyes widened a bit, confusion painting his features as he crouched down more comfortably on his haunches to get a better look at you.

He’d been watching you since you got to the park. A single party in this sort of place always sticks out like a sore thumb. You looked more ready for a porno than a costume party, from behind the view of your ass indescribably arousing in your short little dress. It was both a slutty and innocent look you pulled off well, at least enough to make him riled up, cock twitching in agreement within his pants. He shamelessly rubbed it through his jeans, caressing the hardening length and letting you watch with glee. Your face made him snort, amusement evident as he chuckles and squints. “You like this, little freak?” You looked like you did, he notes. Your wide pretty eyes, still a little teary and red at the ends, showed your blown out pupils. You looked to be more star struck, not terrified like any normal girl chased through a park and dragged into a little corner between some trees to be out of sight. He watches you swallow hard, lips parting before closing as if you aren’t sure what to say to that question. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he grins, “a cute little slut who stood out at night all alone as if begging for someone to come along and do something nasty.” You release a tiny yelp as he meanly shoves you back, straddling your upper chest with his thighs as he hunches over you, looming ominously above with wild eyes screaming for chaos. “Good thing that I came along, huh? Make all your nasty little fantasies come true.” He watches you gasp as he presses his fingers against your lips, confusion evident on your face but you aren’t really putting up much of a fight as you open and let him slide two in. “Nasty fucking girl, look at you, when you don’t even fucking know me.” He chuckles, and while he’s teasing you mostly, he is amazed. You looked erotic as hell right now, little angel costume all wrinkled and a bit dirty from the earth below, pretty face a bit stained with mascara that had run a little from your earlier tears. You weren’t wearing the waterproof kind it seemed. Lips bitten and chewed on, plump and glossy from whatever glittery shit you swiped on them earlier now wrapped around his digits as he dug around in your warm wet mouth. “Suck on them, slut,” he orders, his smile dropping and face becoming more serious as you hurry to obey, a strange trepidation building in your gut. He groans as he feels your tongue wiggle and swirl, pumping his fingers a bit now and enjoying the little bleats you release when he chokes you a bit with them. “Wonder if you’re soaked down here~” he hums, leaning back a bit and yanking his fingers from your lips, wiping the excess saliva across your cheek and huffing a laugh as your features wrinkle in distaste. His hand moves behind him, easy access to your cunt due to the frilly dress hiked up almost around your waist, revealing cute soaked white cotton panties he growls at the sight of. “You really suck at putting up a fight, crybaby, but I think I heard somewhere that girls get wet when scared too…” those red eyes flick back to your own, "You scared?” He asks, almost softly. He watches you breathe, chest struggling a bit under his weight but your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away. “A little…?” Is your shaky response, and he wonders silently if you’re an idiot or just a pervert. You might be both, because when he lets his thumb dig into where your pussy lay poorly hidden, you moan for him and spread your legs wider. You make it even easier to search for his desired location, your swollen bundle of nerves. “O-oh—!” Your head falls back, little halo becoming a bit misshapen as it gets flattened to the ground, he tsks, fixing it with his free hand as he thumbs your little clit and watches you mewl and writhe beneath him, pleasure clearly visible on your face. Your hips buck and wiggle, body pinned beneath his and unable to get away or closer like you desperately want for more friction than he’s providing. “P-please,” you can’t help but beg, hoping your new friend is merciful enough to make you cum and not simply edge you all night.

It’s the pouty expression which makes him nearly feral, his grin spreading wide again as he keeps working his finger on your clit but his face closes the distance between your own. His lips just barely graze yours, and you are all too happy to part your lips and give him a sloppy kiss back, his own tongue finally slipping into your mouth where you suck. The smooth muscle in your mouth and the saliva dripping from it drive you wild, hands now dragging him closer and trying to make him do more for you. The heat spreads slowly however, his pace not changing, and despite his slim build he’s much stronger than you. You aren’t able to take any more than what is given, huffing in exasperation and groaning when he places more force before easing off. “S-stop teasing…” you whine against his lips, which were much softer than they look. He smirks, airy chuckle felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh, “how can I not, you’re such a rare find, I plan to take my time with you.” He kisses you hard to silence whatever whines you planned to release to make him give you more. Instead he forces you into a slow building orgasm that leaves him having to pin your wrists above your head lest your clawing rip his skin open. He works you gently and cruelly into it, loving how you gasp and choke for him, eyes rolling back while you shake almost like you’re possessed and soak through your panties. “There you go, heh, normally I wouldn’t bother to take my time with whiny bitches, but you’re more obedient and sweet than I first assumed.” He whispers into your ear as you come down from the mind blowing high, body limp and pliant like dough now. The insult from him brings out a little whine of protest, teary eyes looking at him with almost something akin to betrayal.

“I-I don’t like being called mean names…I said so online too,” he pulls up finally, the chill of the night attacking full force on your now exposed cunt as he brings your panties up to his nose to inhale. His eyes narrow, almost into slits as he pulls them back and shoves them into his hoodie pocket. “Oh yeah? You post that shit on your social media or something? Sorry, I don’t really use those trash platforms. I have a Twitch stream though,” he acts like this is the time for a regular conversation, even as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, yanking them down his hips to pull his cock free. Your eyes go wide, mind a bit blank and missing something, in favor of looking at him pump his length lazily. A trail of blue curls like on his head travel from his navel to his groin where it spreads out a little, the color a bit darker as it goes lower. He’s not one to shave it seems, but your eyes focus on his cock, average in length but girthy with a tip that curves up almost perfectly. It looks like a cock someone would sell as a dildo at a sex store. It was pretty, admittedly, as a few pearls of pre-cum dotted the tip and spilled over as he slowly worked it above you. “Hungry?” He jokes, but when you nod he grits his teeth and bites back a moan, the night truly more unexpected than he thought. “Open up then, crybaby.” He thankfully didn’t call you a bitch again, crybaby the less of the evils and more acceptable of a petname for your preference as you open your lips and awkwardly lean your head forward. “No need to lean up,” he mumbles, shifting until his knees now rested by your shoulders, tip just in your mouth and his forearms on the earth above your head. He’s looking down at you, and you lay back down as he works his cock in your mouth. He’s going to fuck your mouth, you realize a bit late, the position so easy for him to hit balls deep in your throat and prevent you from running just from his weight alone. You’re pinned to earth, the scent of crisp autumn becoming mingled with the musky masculine odor the stranger had clinging to him. Something smelled of iron too, but it was fainter and didn’t bother you too much, not when he seemed determined to suffocate you with his cock. You jerk a little, teeth accidentally grazing his cock and his hiss of pain alerts you that you’ve hurt him. He pulls up and out of your mouth, glaring ferociously as he looks down at you with contemplation. “Sorry—! I’m not used—,” the words leaving you mouth go unfinished as you’re suddenly looking away and down, confusion wracking your mind before white hot pain erupts across your face and you cry out in agony.

He watches with a cool nonchalance as you whimper and cry, holding your inflamed cheek and looking at him with teary eyes filled with questions. The sight doesn’t help his hardness, your face swelling a bit from the force of the blow already, but it was still arousing how you cried for him so easily. “Don’t bite my fucking dick and I won’t hit you, clear?” He’s grabbing you roughly by the hair again, yanking you up and no longer in the mood for that awkward position as he stands and pulls you to your knees. This position at least gives him a good eye full of your tits, shaking from your little trembling as you’re made to look up at him. His angry reddened cock next to your injured cheek is a sight for him, his hand gripping his shaft and slapping you lightly on the cheek with it, his hand in your hair preventing you from turning away even as you whimper in pain. “Okay, we’ll try this again, crybaby. Open.” You do, even as tears run like waterfalls down your face, mascara smeared and making a pathetic sight for sore eyes of you, you let his cock enter your mouth once more.

Because you’ve never been more aroused.

Your stranger isn’t nice, pushing hard and deep into your throat immediately and gagging you. You’re careful with your teeth, jaw already burning and aching as he locks his arm and hand, strands of hair tearing out as he works his hips into your face at an uneven pace. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, stepping even closer, blocking any and all exits and forcing you to take it. His cock didn’t seem so scary when he’d pulled it out, but in your throat it was a plug to your oxygen and felt too big for your poor mouth. It hurt, feeling him go too deep and leaving you coughing and sputtering and even still he wouldn’t pull out, groaning and pressing impossibly deep like he truly means to suffocate you. “You got a good little mouth pussy, crybaby. Fuck—take my cock, just like that.” He moans, watching as you struggle on his dick to breathe or swallow, slobber and tears coating his cock as he makes a mess of your pretty face. He doesn’t care that your eyes are starting to roll back, hands which had previously been clawing at his legs going limp at your sides. You acted more like a hole for him to fuck when you were limp like this, and it drove him wild as he grunted like an animal and rutted into your mouth like he held a grudge against you. Both hands dug into your hair, hands pulling you back onto his cock when his hips bucked you away. “Never fucked a—holy shit—ah, mouth so damn good before—, ah fuck, fuck,” he’s getting breathier as time ticks by, his own eyes rolling back as his balls draw up tight. “I’m going to cum, ready for me crybaby? Want it in your tummy or on your face?” He’s being condescending on purpose, but it’s a bit useless considering he’s rendered you nearly unconscious on his dick. He shrugs your lack of response off, pumping his cock down your throat until he sees stars and yanks himself free just before the first spurt misses and hits the grass below, he grips the base, pumping and shooting his next shot right onto your face. He yanks your head against his thigh, delirious face dazed and coughing softly as he finishes on your glitter and mascara run cheeks, using the tip to smear it well into your ruined makeup as he sneers at you from above.

“Hah…” he catches his breath, sucking in oxygen along with you as his gaze turns calculated.

“Wake up, I’m not done with you yet.” He’s more gentle now that he's cum at least once, tapping your uninjured cheek with two fingers as your eyes roll around before opening and looking at him.

He swears, your face making him hard again instantly, blood pooling to his groin at the messy sight of you in your white ruined angel costume. “You really are unlucky I was out tonight, I don’t think I’m gonna let you go.” His dead serious comment caused something cold to hit your veins, chills running through you as you gape in shock.

“W-what…?” He reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a foot long serrated hunting blade. He snickers at the blank look of shock on your features.

“What’s wrong, crybaby? No tears for me right now?” You’re shaking, getting paler by the second as you realize no, it’s not a costume, and yes, there is still dried blood on the blade. There’s dried blood all over him, his spree tonight ridiculously fruitful and his body still high on the thrill. Imagine his luck finding you. “T-this wasn’t in my profile, wh-what are you doing?” Now you look alert, now you act like a regular civilian, he notes cooly. “I only con-consented to the sex and stuff, I said I didn’t like—like blades or blood play.” Your eyes are wide as saucers and you have a cold sweat now forming and dotting your skin, shaky like on too much caffeine as your body dumped chemicals to help you run.

His head tilts, a few more strands of hair coming loose from his tie as those red eyes watch you without any emotion in their depths.

“Ah~ I get it now. Are you some kind of freak who links up with people online for this kind of shit?” He laughs, eyes not matching the manic toothy grin. “Sorry to disappoint slut, I ain’t your tinder or whatever match. Did you do it anonymously?” He’s beyond amused, thrilled by the horror dawning on your face as reality sets in. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He sneers, but he’s joyful when you book it, heeled boots caked in mud as they dig into the ground and you take off for real. True intent to get away now because he’s not your new friend, he’s a real stranger and his energy is nothing but malevolent.

You’re going to die.

It’s a sick thought that twists inside you as you push the hardest you’ve ever, scream bubbling up and out as you cry for help now. “HELP! Please! Someone! Anyone!” It’s more broken and hoarse than you want, his earlier abuse to your throat having taken a number on your ability to vocalize.

It’s empty. This damn park is empty.

Not a soul around and you can’t hear him coming for you anymore, and it only makes the tears fall harder as you drive your body to a breaking point. If no one is around you can at least aim for your car, your phone will take too much time to look at and dial the police, you’d be too open and that would mean—

Something—someone—smashes into you, your body thrown sideways by the brute force and flung roughly to the ground where you roll several feet.

It hurts—!

Your body and mind scream as pain lights up your shoulder, a previously dull ache now hounding for your attention so much it left you lightheaded. You twisted your ankle too or maybe broke it, already so regretful for the evening and your life choices that your shoes hardly broke the bank. It all hurt, and yet you still tried to crawl to get away, still eager for another deep breath of air in your lungs even if it hurt to do that too.

“Hck, please, please—help—!,” you’re a sobbing pathetic mess, and he couldn’t be more turned on by the sight. He dusts himself off like he hadn’t tackled you like a linebacker for a major league football team, his lanky form sinewy with muscle and his agility nothing to scoff at. He swirls the enormous daunting blade with a whistle, smiling more genuinely as he strolls towards your shaking form crawling away.

“Where do you think you’re going, crybaby? I said I wasn’t done with you,” he lands a solid hit to your middle, dirty sneaker smearing mud on your cute little dress, looking less and less white as the night wears on. The blow is not hard enough to damage anything, he’s sure, but you act as if you’ve been disemboweled by how you howl and heave. He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, settling one foot between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you’re left immobilized.

Your vision is blurry, going in and out of focus as you try, and try, and try to get away, cute nail polish chipped and ruined as you claw at the dirt floor for leverage.

He admires your tenacity. “You think you can get away? That anyone is coming to save you?” He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face as he laughs, the urge to gut you strong as he savors your useless little struggle. “Crybaby, look around! No one is coming! I said look,” he grinds out, dropping to one knee while his other leg remains planted on your back, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up to see what he meant.

There’s a fence. A metal chain link fence, and it had a sign your vision was too blurry to read through your tears.

“You ran yourself straight into the worst possible area, this is sort of your game over,” He leans down to look at you, yanking your head back and forcing you into an uncomfortable arch. He raises up the blade, fully intending to slit your pretty throat and watch your eyes as the light fades, but you blubber out a sentence which halts him.

“Y-you didn’t finish! E-earlier, hck, earlier you didn’t finish—!” Your eyes squeeze closed in pain as he yanks your head to the side. Confusion burned in him, and curiosity kept you breathing for now.

“Didn’t finish what, crybaby? Fairly certain I finished all over your face, if I remember correctly.” He has a sharp edge in his tone, something metallic fills your mouth and you realize you’ve bitten through your tongue in your panic. A few drops spill past your lips, catching his attention.

“S-shouldn’t you also f-fuck me too? I-it’s why I came out tonight, wh-why I, ah, d-did this,” it’s a long shot by any means, and he’s no fool, but you did make a good point.

He was still hard.

“Smart little crybaby, aren’t you?” He mutters darkly, setting aside his blade in favor of smashing your face into the dirt, keeping your head down as he presses against your back and yanks your hips up. Your knees are skinned from the rough handling, socks torn open and stained with blood and dirt while his calloused hands slip beneath your dress. Your breath hitches. You needed to think of some way out of this, some kind of plan to escape or incapacitate him.

He’s busied himself with your still dripping cunt. Two fingers roughly filling your hole and uncaringly stretching your tight entrance. “You really are a freak, wet even though you’re going to die, crybaby.” He felt a bit strange as you whimper and mewl below, hand slowing as he tried to place the feeling.

He shrugs it off, instead easily yanking down his jeans which were still unbuttoned and pulling out his cock once more, stroking his shaft a few times before he lined himself up with your puffy lips. “Fuck—,” he swears, eyes seeing stars as he pushes just his tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, mouth opening as licks his lips and stares down at you. “Never had pussy so good…” he giggles darkly, cracking his neck as he pushes each inch inside of you, stretching you out deliciously until you’re speared on his cock with his hips flush with your ass. “Who knew you’d be the best, crybaby.” He muses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, your little dress flipped up and over your ass so he can watch it bounce as he leans back on his knees to fuck you deeper. You need to think straight but it’s difficult with how good your body feels, the pain from earlier seeming to go away with a numb buzz as he fills your pussy, hitting perfectly against a spot that has you arching harder for more.

You really are a freak like he says.

You can’t help relaxing further, eyes dumbly looking to the side where your head rests as he pounds into you from behind, the coil in your gut growing tighter by the minute.

The clouds blocking the moon seem to part just for you, the full moon’s light no longer blocked and illuminating the little patch of grass he’d tackled you into. Something gleams, in perfect reach too as your eyes widen.

His knife.

He’d already proven you can’t outrun him, but what if he was injured? There’s a major artery in the thigh, if you hit that, wouldn’t you be able to get away?

He yanks back roughly, moaning as he feels you squeeze even tighter around him, velvet walls massaging his dick while he tries to fuck himself as deep as possible inside of you.

It hit you despite all your intentions not to, because this wasn’t safe and he wants to end your life and everything is wrong, but your body doesn’t listen. You cum with a shaky cry, and with an awkward turn of your head you watch as his head goes back and he moans, eyes closed in bliss as you coat his cock in even more slick.

You’re louder than you intended to be, but your fingers close around the hilt nonetheless, trembling with the heavy weight in your grasp, you use every ounce of energy inside you to swing it back into his thigh.

“Cute,” you scream as he catches your wrist, hand clenching so tight you feel your bones grind together as the knife falls from your grip. He twists your arm around and pins your wrist behind your back, holding it in place while his other hand remains at your hip.

“So fucking cute, crybaby. Did you cum just to distract me or was that because you couldn’t help yourself?” He’s getting a high from this, from fucking you and turning you into nothing but a toy as he bounces you on his cock, hips still but arms pulling you back and forth with ease. Scarlet eyes drink you in with undisguised sick glee, and he’s finally able to place the feeling from earlier.

“A pretty little slut trying to get her rocks off and getting shown why she should’ve been a good girl and stayed home,” he grunts, releasing you and leaning over, pinning you with his weight and nearly knocking the air from your lungs how deeply he hits you inside from this angle. Dirt fills the underbelly of your nails, your fingers digging into the earth just for some semblance of stability.

You had none. It was a sick and horrifying realization. You have no control. You can do nothing to stop this. As deeply as it made your gut sink, another odd emotion rose to the surface.

A bubbly sensation that tore through you as your tears became less from fear and more from overstimulation.

His hips piston in and out of you, bullying your cervix in this position as he ruts into you like a hound, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he moans and grunts.

You break again, spasm and cinch down on his cock like a vice while you wail as if in mourning. Maybe you are, for yourself at least. “Oh fuck—! s’too much—, please, I can’t—, f-feels good, hah,” your nearly incoherent babbling sends him over the edge along with you, his own dull nails finally drawing blood as he holds you for dear life as he releases deep inside you, tip kissing right up against you womb as he cums. You can feel it too, his cock twitching inside as the night seems to still for a moment.

He holds you for a while. Breathing you in, nuzzling his face into your neck and licking you. He holds you until his cock fully softens and it hurt to be gripped so tightly inside your wet heat, regrettably pulling away.

He stands, putting his sticky limp cock away inside his underwear and pulling up his pants, looking down at your ruined figure that had slumped over to the side.

“Y’know, crybaby… you really resemble an angel now,” he smiles, red eyes almost glowing as the moon blankets his back and shadows his face. His hair seems almost white like this, your tired eyes note. You don’t move or even flinch as he grabs his knife and yanks your limp figure up by your hair. Even now you’re still crying, face lax despite the rivers flowing down your dirty swollen cheeks. You make no effort to stop him, having given up completely.

He crouches down again, mostly eye level now as he makes you look at him.

“You got any last words?” He’s being dead serious. He feels strange looking at the almost glazed over look in your eyes.

“W-what…” your voice is barely a whisper, but the night is so quiet he catches it, “what’s your…name?”

An unexpected question.

His eyes gleam, smile ravenous as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers it.

“Tomura, what’s your name, crybaby?” He asks, gently, almost like he’s actually interested.

You hoarsely whisper it, your last time ever saying it after tonight. He hums, like it pleases him, before he brings down the knife swiftly.

Your vision goes dark, the strike mercifully painless. Your last thoughts blur as you drift into soft nothingness.

He releases your hair, grabbing your limp figure up in his arms as he chuckles and sheaths his knife properly on his hip. “Dumb crybaby” his voice almost singing the words as he whistles and walks away, the park dead silent but even if someone had seen you in his arms, he could just play the good boyfriend taking his sweetheart home safely. It’s not entirely a lie either, his eyes glancing down at your unconscious form, pretty neck unmarred but a bruise would likely form on the back where he struck you tomorrow. Tomura had never felt compelled to allow a victim to live, but then again he’s never fucked a victim either, so you’re the first for a lot. He supposed it made you quite special, his legs carrying him in the direction of his car in the parking lot about a mile south. Obsession and possessiveness swirled in those red depths as they looked at your figure.

“Good girls should just stay home…” he continues his sardonic little tune, his smile gruesome and foreboding.

Vibrant blue orbs check his surroundings again, noting once again his friend was a no show. Rolling his eyes, he knew it was too good to be true. Your profile screamed inexperienced and cautious, despite you clicking that you’d like him to remain anonymous beforehand. It didn’t matter, he’d just go enjoy some sorority girl pussy instead, figuring at 0330 that most parties would be winding down. Drunk girls dressed like sluts were his second favorite.

Dabi clicks the notify option on his app, letting the website staff know you never showed up.

Though, he muses if something did happen, the police wouldn’t be notified until it was too late. Halloween weekend after all meant you could be missing for quite a while before anyone noticed.

Not his problem though.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[taco-tuseday]

Happy pride month everybody’s

Have some women

😘

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky verse

He runs a finger tip over your cheek bone, all the way back over to trace over your ear. Your face contorts slightly, but you don’t open your eyes. He holds in a giggle at the way your lips purse and your brows pull in.

“So grouchy,” he whispers, mimicking your tone when you tell Gwen she looks upset. It’s been a while since he’s stayed up and watched you sleep. He felt like such a weirdo the first time he did it, laying next to you in your queen sized bed in your little studio apartment. The glow of the street lights coating your face in blue and orange light.

He just couldn’t turn his mind off — work stress, upcoming travel, checking in with Steve, falling in love with you — all whirring in his head. But the softness of your face, your gentle snores, the way you buried your face in your pillow when you’d turn around; it was comforting to watch you at peace. To feel so safe with him.

You tucked in early. Your stomach hurt, your body ached, you’d been up since 4:30 wracked with nerves for a work project.

You made Gwen dinner and then kissed them both goodnight. Eddie spent a few minutes explaining to Gwen that sometimes Mommy goes to bed early and that Gwen still had to go to bed at her bedtime. It was a mini battle to get her put down, but he always wins — earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek before he left the room.

Feeling like husband of the year, he came to the bedroom with a mug of peppermint tea, only to find you asleep with your phone still propped up in your hand — snoring even though you always argue with him that you don’t snore.

Quietly, he places the mug down on your bedside table tucking your phone next to it when he eases it out of your hand. With a quick click, the lights are off, save for a starry night light in the corner for when Gwen rushes in when she has a ‘scawy dweam’ or needs her daddy to ‘check fa munstahs’ under her bed.

You hardly stir when he crawls in next to you, fine to just read on his Kindle while you lay there — and it’s then that he remembers how long it’s been to just have you like this to himself. At ease, quiet, no baby on your chest, not just ‘resting your eyes’, but asleep and safe — safe with him.

After your grouchy face you adjust onto your stomach, half your cheek buried in the pillow. A crack of a snore leaks out and he holds in a bark of a laugh in its place. With one hand he grazes his fingertips back against your hair line, thumb rubbing your temple in slow circles. The other clicks his Kindle on to settle back into David Cullen’s Columbine that he finally decided to read so many years after your first date.

He wonders if that version of him knew he’d be lying next to you while he read it after putting your daughter to bed. Rings on both of your fingers. Wedding photos in custom framing.

He thinks he always knew. He’s sure he did.

After another rumble from your mouth and nose rises you with a jolt. You blearily look around and squint at the brightness of his e-reader.

“Whaddime-izzit?”

“8:14,” he says quietly, “You wake yourself up?”

“Hm?”

“That was a loud snore, I think you—”

“I don’t snore,” you say, flipping to your other side to face away from him.

“Of course not,” he replies calmly with a smile. Eddie’s eyes go back to the Kindle when he feels your hand reach back in search of his. A warmth fills his chest, reaching up to squeeze your bicep and go back to running his fingertips by your hairline the way you like. Your little delighted ‘hm’ lets him know you’ll be back asleep in no time and he doesn’t mind.

He loves this. He’s so glad he chose this.

[susielesbianism]

I love it when girls are in love!!!!

(Reblog, don’t repost)

[getosugurusbangs]

i think i like you best when you’re just with me, and no one else.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve very rarely gets sick. He prides himself on it.

But when Eddie spent three days in a row in bed with a fever, puking every time he got up, and coughing everywhere he could reach, Steve had no choice but to stay and take care of him. Which meant he spent three days in direct contact with whatever virus decided to leave Eddie bedridden.

Halfway through his shift at Family Video, he turned to Robin and said he was going to pass out.

She didn’t believe him, laughed it off like he was being dramatic. “You’ve been hanging around Eddie too much lately.”

So when he passed out five seconds later, she panicked. He opened his eyes to her frantically trying to move him onto his side.

“Robs, ‘s not a seizure.”

“Right, but what if you puke?”

“I’m just dehydrated.”

He wasn’t just dehydrated.

He was dehydrated and feverish and exhausted.

He was sick.

Robin called Eddie to come pick him up, rambling nervously over the phone about his symptoms. Steve couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but he knew Eddie was probably laughing at the situation.

“He’ll be here to get you in 10 minutes. Can you please not pass out again because I don’t think I can handle it.”

“Sure, I’ll just tell my brain to hold off until Eddie’s here.”

“Thanks.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he settled on the floor behind the counter. Robin wouldn’t let him stand up again in case he fell and hit his head, which was actually probably a smart move.

When Eddie arrived, he took one look at Steve on the floor and sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I warned you, Stevie! I said ‘you’re gonna get sick, you shouldn’t stay’ and what did you do? Mommed yourself right into the flu.”

Steve didn’t dignify that with an answer, mostly because it would take too much energy to give one. He stood on shaking legs and made his way to the door.

He felt so weak, he barely registered when his knees started to buckle. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and held him up.

“Jesus, Steve. Were you feeling this bad when you left home?”

Steve shook his head and let out an embarrassing whine. His head was throbbing, a dull ache set in shortly after he got to work, and only got worse after he passed out.

“Can you make it to the van or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can make it, just…help?”

Eddie kept an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist, supporting most of his weight as they walked to his van. He opened the passenger side door and helped Steve get seated and as comfortable as possible.

Steve let out another small whine when he realized he would have to move to buckle himself in.

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie was so nice. Maybe he could buckle him.

“Belt?”

Eddie wordlessly reached for the belt and buckled Steve in, his hair brushing along Steve’s cheek and chest as he pulled away.

Steve repressed another whine, though for a different reason, when Eddie’s hand brushed against his thigh.

His thighs were sensitive, even in jeans. Sue him.

Steve nodded off during the drive to his house, barely aware of Eddie singing along to something on the radio.

When they arrived, Eddie unbuckled Steve’s seatbelt and helped him out of the van. He was saying something to Steve, but his brain wasn’t processing any of it.

He could barely keep his eyes open while Eddie got him upstairs and into bed.

He could feel Eddie’s rough hands gently pulling off his jeans and shirt, but couldn’t offer much help.

Passing out really did a number on him.

“Yeah, I think it did.”

Oh. Steve said that out loud. Interesting.

“You don’t do anything halfway, do you? Get sick and it’s like your brain’s melted out your ears.”

Steve let out a giggle before relaxing against his pillow.

Eddie started to tuck him in, pulling his covers up to his chin and brushing a piece of hair away from his face.

“I’m gonna get you some water. You hungry?”

Steve felt his stomach turn at just the thought of food touching his mouth. He used all of his remaining energy to shake his head.

“Be right back, Stevie.”

**********

When Steve opened his eyes again, it was too dark to even recognize his own bed. It’s been so long since he slept with no light, he felt disoriented and scared that the power had gone out.

Just as he was struggling to sit up, he heard a grumble from the floor followed by a groan.

“It’s okay, Stevie. I’ll get the light.”

Before Steve could process who the voice belonged to, his bedside lamp turned on and covered him in a golden glow.

Eddie.

The room started spinning around him before he could say anything. He closed his eyes to avoid the disorientation, but it only made it worse.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve got ya.”

And he did. Eddie’s arms were wrapping around Steve and pulling him against his chest, solidifying his presence in one place despite everything else in the room moving.

Steve melted into Eddie, breathing in the faint leather and smoke smell that never failed to make him feel safe.

“You just have no filter when you’re sick, huh?”

Eddie laughed softly, brushing his lips against the top of Steve’s head.

Steve didn’t give a response, not able to actually produce words when he wants to, apparently.

“You’re burning up. I got some Tylenol for you while you slept. You should take some now and try to rest.”

“Stay?”

Eddie didn’t respond, just moved to grab the water from the table and hand it to Steve. He watched as he took the Tylenol, telling him he did a good job before putting the water back on the table.

Just as Steve settled against Eddie’s chest again, he was moved away by strong hands.

The whimper he let out stopped Eddie in his tracks.

“Are you in pain? Robin said your migraines get so bad sometimes you can’t move. Is that happening?”

Steve shook his head, immediately regretting doing so when the room started spinning again.

“Stay.”

It only took a moment for Eddie to adjust them both so they could lay down together. Steve wasted no time in curling into Eddie’s side, and Eddie’s hand found it’s way to Steve’s hair.

His fingers gently pulled through some of the tangles, smiling to himself when Steve couldn’t hold back a shiver.

“Feel okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Can’t believe you let me get you sick.”

“‘S worth it.”

“You’re ridiculous. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

Eddie only hesitated a moment before dropping a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Promise.”

They hadn’t acknowledged the way Steve had acted when taking care of Eddie. They hadn’t talked about the cuddling and small kisses to his hair or cheek or nose. They hadn’t even been around each other since Eddie was feeling better.

But this felt like a turning point - no more ignoring the way they felt about each other. If Eddie was reading things right, Steve wasn’t just like this because he was sick and slightly delusional.

They’d have a talk when he was better, but for now, Eddie let Steve suction himself to his side and take the comfort he needed.

[sublimetragedychopshop]

Isekai royalty manhwas/mangas/manhuas/etc. are missing out on the opportunities of a modern day MC who is the definition of too much confidence and luck. Oh shit MC was forced to attend a royal ball and attract the prince??? No prob! Just waltzes in there like they own the palace, talking to others and overall just having a good time. They KNOW they got plot armor and take FULL advantage of it (I mean like what’s dying a second time gonna do?? 🤷‍♀️)

Comes the time where the ML comes in and MC is half drunk and pulling the dumbest pick up lines known to man. “Hey was ur mom a baker?” “???- no she’s the qu-“ “cuz u got some nice buns..” *que the crickets*

“You father must have been a thief” “!!?? HOW DARE Y-“ “cuz he stole the stars and put them in ur eyes babygurl” *wink wonk* whole time the ML is just like 😐.

And the poor “villains” aren’t immune to MC’s rizz either. At this point it’s a damn harem. The only villains I see managing to actually do some damage are the non important ones. Like the abusive mother/father, the ex spouse, etc. Also reader needs to be a hoe a lil bit cuz I’m tired of them being embarrassed virgins all the time. Gimme chad MC who is like “Hey, I know we just got married and all that but if you want to take your time and don’t feel like your ready for sex it’s okay we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna.” And the ML is all like “I was about to say the same for you as well, but you are right I would like to take my time.” Zoom past a chapter or two and the ML is getting his ankles put behind his ears, getting his ass smacked, hair pulled, getting MILKED, passing out and tryna “run” from reader. (They have a safe word In place dw)

Royal guards come in at some point because it sounds like he’s getting murdered 👍.

Royal maids coming in a day later to see the demolished bed and ripped apart sheets, curtains, and pillows and “are thOSE F&KINH CLAW MARKS ON THE WALSS?!”:

[luckycharms1701]

*leans over well, and whispers over it* Have you ever thought about mikey during mating season?? I would love to hear your thoughts on it… (I’m very normal about the thought of it)

who, me??? think about mikey during mating season? i would never

so anyway, here are some thoughts about how bay mikey is during mating season

needless to say this is a little (a lot) spicy 🌶️ , reader beware. seriously, i did not hold back

Mikey is a little unpredictable during his season. Sometimes he’s whiny and needy. Sometimes he’s a smooth motherfucker who gets you where he wants you without you even noticing. Sometimes he can’t think about anything but sex. Sometimes he just wants to cuddle. Mostly it's a little of everything.

The number one thing for Mikey during his season is you. Before you were in the picture, mating season was a miserable time for Mikey. Now that he has you, he can’t believe how much better it is. He even looks forward to it! Because it means you will be with him as often as you possibly can. So he is Super Clingy, to the point where he often just has to be touching you in some way, sexual or not.

He spends hours trying to prepare you for what is to come when you agree to this the first time. (He still asks. Every year.) Leo and Donnie help him with a presentation and everything. Raph doesn't help with the presentation, but he's there when it happens, to help you interpret when Mikey goes a little off script. It's the most serious you've ever seen Mikey be.

Mikey does NOT like to share when it’s his season, unless it’s with you. You need to take him somewhere private because he suddenly decides that everything, including his brother’s belongings, is his. One of the earliest indicators that he’s in season is when he snarls at someone for picking up a slice of pizza. It’s always a slice of pizza, the first time. And when you’re involved it’s all bets off. No one can even look at you without him staring them down.

Okay. Okay. This mans? Has stamina like you've never seen before. ALL of his energy? Is focused on you. You will never be as satisfied as you are when it’s mating season. Mikey loves giving oral, and when he’s lucid he will spend as much time as you’ll let him between your thighs. He especially enjoys the noises you make when he fucks you with his tongue.

When he’s not lucid? Well. Sometimes, especially when it’s early in his season, Mikey enjoys the chase. He’ll stalk you through wherever the two of you have holed up, calling for you with a smirk. He catches you, divests you of one piece of clothing, then lets you go to continue the chase. You’ll occasionally put on a lot of layers to tease him. The longer the chase, the more excited he gets, the better the sex is.

Mikey will let you know he’s ready by lightly biting your shoulder. He’ll just kind of hold his teeth there, waiting for you to give a signal that you’re ready. He’ll take a verbal confirmation, but Mikey likes it best when you start stripping him as an answer. If he’s already naked, he wants you writhing and pulling him close, showing him that you’re desperate for him. Your neck and shoulders are always covered in mottled bruises when mating season is over.

He starts slow. Mikey wants to be gentle with you, wants to make sure you enjoy this. But every time, his hormones take over, and he can get a little rough. As time goes on, the gentle periods get smaller and farther between. However, he never draws blood, never actually hurts you. (Leo worked with him relentlessly until even when he’s working on nothing but instinct he won’t hurt you. Mikey asked him to do this.) Unless you ask him to, that is. Then all bets are off.

Mikey is the king of nicknames, but not when it’s mating season. Then he always, always uses your name. Sometimes it’s as if he can’t believe you’re here. Sometimes he’s desperate for you, only you. Your name is whispered in your ear and shouted to the heavens. The only other thing he calls you? “Mine.” He’s unsurprisingly quite loud when he fucks you, churrs and chirps and growls and moans echoing around you.

He’ll take you wherever and whenever. Up against a wall, bent over a table, you kneeling on the couch while he stands behind you. Hell, if nothing convenient is nearby he’ll pick you up and hold you against him while he fucks into you. But Mikey is sweet (and vanilla) at heart. His favorite position is always with you laying in bed so that he can stare into your eyes and watch when you come.

When mating season is over, you won’t have to lift a finger. Mikey cleans the area and very gently cleans you. He takes care of your bruises. He makes sure you’re fed and hydrated. He airs the place out. If you even look like you might want something, he’s there asking what you need. “You took such good care of me angel, let me take care of you too.”

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[koroart]

A Dimilix commission done for an anonymous client ✨🤗

[redriotinggg]

We all know about Usopp getting furious on Luffy’s behalf and fighting to defend his dream of becoming King of the Pirates. But now I’m thinking of him getting Pissed when someone refers to Sanji as a Vinsmoke in front of him.

Sanji had never seen Usopp so furious as he attacks the enemy who dared to use the surname to tease and taunt him and try and tear him down. Were his actions overkill? Maybe. Was it necessary for him to wrap him up in some vine boshi and force the guy to grovel at Sanji’s feet and apologize? Probably not. But he did, and the fact that Usopp went so far to defend Sanji’s identity does something dangerous to his heart.

He’s so in love and so turned on. He lights a cigarette and tries to cover his blushing face, willing his beating heart to slow down.

[i wrote it! read on ao3]

[mamayan]

i’m here for my reward

can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼

thank you yannie ♡

Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!

☆彡Game Time★彡

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡

The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.

Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.

Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.

Not that you minded.

Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.

He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.

Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.

You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.

Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.

He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.

Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.

“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.

Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.

“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.

Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.

He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.

Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.

“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.

“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”

“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.

“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.

Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.

“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.

Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.

“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.

He looks insane.

“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.

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Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x Best friend reader: Part 2

Summary: When Eddie finally decides to make a move on his best friend, he can’t seem to find the right words. The only way to explain how he feels is to show her.

Warnings: 18+ Smut smut and nothing but the smut. minors dni // M and F oral receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (big no no), degrading and praise kink, slight breeding kink, cursing, cum tasting, face fucking, use of y/n but still mainly pet names.. just overall filth so if that’s not your thing, this isn’t for you lol

Word count: 3.7k

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A/n: Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.. here’s part 2! No seriously tho, I am overwhelmed with the reaction I got from part 1 of this… good to know I’m not the only one who absolutely loves pervEddie! Again, still new at this so any feedback is welcomed! Please send in requests of what you’d want to see more of! Thank you again, enjoy x

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Rushing out the door to his van, Eddie’s heart was racing. He had so many questions and so much to say, but didn’t know where to begin. Why did you play along? How long have you felt this way? Is this some kind of joke? Did you really want him to make a move? He didn’t have time to question things now. He wanted you and from what he heard and saw on that tape, you wanted him too.

He finds himself back at your place for the third time, speeding the entire drive there. A drive that usually takes him ten minutes was shortened down to a mere five. I’m mean, can you blame the guy? He’s been on the edge of an orgasm all day and now he’s got a chance with the person who’s the cause of it all? Yeah, he’s definitely not wasting anymore time. Getting out of the van, he makes his way to your place. He repeatedly knocks real loud on your door which startles you.

“Jesus, what the hell?” You say as you make your way to the door. You open it quickly, only to be left standing there with confusion written all over your face when you find out who it is that’s causing all that noise. “Eddie, what the fuck? Why are you beating down my door?” You ushered him inside and closed the door. “Is something wrong? I thought Wayne needed you?”

“I lied.” He says, not wanting to get into the details of why and only wanting to hurry and make his move. He couldn’t wait any longer and any questions you had would have to wait.

“What? What do you m-” he doesn’t let you finish your sentence before he crashes his lips into yours, holding onto your face with both hands. It takes you by surprise, but you finally settle into the kiss and put your hands on his waist. You had be waiting so long for him to make the first move and here he was, doing just that.

He backs you both up and forcefully pushes you against the wall. He presses his whole body against you, practically trapping you where you stand. He’s got you right where he wants you. Breaking away from your lips, he starts to leave kiss after kiss on your neck. You can’t believe this is really happening.

“Ed- Eddie” you try saying, finding it hard to get the words out at a time like this.

“I’ve wanted this for such a long time, princess, you don’t even know.”

Eddie starts to gently grind himself against you. Groaning at the feeling of friction he so desperately needed, the wave of pleasure it gave him only making him more excited. Without even thinking, his hands move up to the collar of you shirt and rips it right down the middle. You gasp at the sudden ferocious nature of him, but you don’t stop it. In fact, you want more of it. You’re left there in nothing but your panties for him now and Eddie steps back so he’s able to take in the sight of you, in person this time.

“God, you really are beautiful. So fucking gorgeous, baby.” He says as he’s running his hands over your body, admiring every inch.

He leans down and takes one of your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting at it while using his hand to gently massage the other. After letting your nipple leave his mouth, covered in his saliva, he starts to kiss on your body again. He makes his way all over leaving small bruises across your neck and chest, causing you to moan in his ear. He reaches for your hand and guides you to his very prominent bulge that’s begging to be released from his sweatpants. Pulling away from you, he looks you in the eyes with blown out pupils, nothing but hunger can be seen from him.

“You feel that? That is what you do to me, baby. It’s all you. All for you.” He says, out of breath.

“Yeah?” You say with a smirk on your face. “I guess I better take what’s mine then, huh?”

You don’t give him a chance to respond before you’re dropping to your knees. He looks down at you, taking it all in. You looked like a fallen angel to him, so beautiful he could hardly stand it. You toy with the waistband of his sweats and pull them down only to be met with his leaking cock already.

You look up and wrap your hand around him. You gather up his precum and slowly start stroking, causing him to hiss slightly at your touch. “No boxers? How presumptuous of you.”

He chuckles lightly, “You could say I was in a bit of a hurry.”

You smile at him, then slowly lick from the base of his cock to the tip, feeling every vein along the way. You don’t take your eyes off of him as you take him into your mouth.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Look at you, baby, taking me in that mouth of yours so well. You look so pretty with a mouthful of my cock.” You moan in satisfaction at his praises and it causes a whimper to come from him. Hearing him losing control from above you turns you on even more. You can feel your arousal pooling in your cotton panties, leaving a dark spot on them. While one hand is stroking him as you’re bobbing your head, taking him as far as you can go without choking, your other hand reaches down between your legs and starts to play with your clit.

“Shit, princess, are you touching yourself?” Eddie coos. “So needy for this cock that you just can’t take it anymore? Shit. God, your mouth feels so good.”

Without warning, you take him out of your mouth and he stares down at you, visibly pouting at the loss of contact.

“What are you d-”

“I want you to fuck my face, Eddie, please?” You say looking up at him. He could’ve came at just the sight of you like this, begging on your knees for him to fuck your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you know I could never tell you no. Especially not to an offer like that.” He says while smiling down at you.

He grabs his cock and starts smearing the precum and saliva that was already coating it all over your lips. “Open up for me, baby.” You did as you were told and he slowly slides himself into your mouth, the both of you groaning at the feeling of it all. He grabs your hair, pulling it back into a ponytail in his hand so he can have a better view of what’s going on below him. He starts thrusting in and out at a steady pace, just barely touching the back of your throat. Wanting more, you try to push your head further down him every time he thrusts.

“You want more, baby? Hm? You wanna be my cock hungry slut? Wanna choke on my dick until you can’t breathe?”

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take it as a sign that you did want all of that. You wanted anything and everything he could give to you. Luckily, he gets the message loud and clear.

“Alright, but remember you asked for this. I’m not holding back once I get started, understand?” You give a slight nod. “Good.”

Eddie begins fucking your face at ruthless speed. He really did mean it when he said he wasn’t holding back. You can feel your spit and his precum running from the sides of your mouth down onto your chest, tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes with every thrust he makes.

“Relax for me, let me get deep in there.” You do and instantly his cock is even further down your throat. You can’t help but start to choke, fighting for air, but that doesn’t seem to phase Eddie. He’s so close that all you are to him now is his little fuck toy he gets to use to chase his orgasm.

“I know, baby, I know. It’s so much to handle, yeah?” He says in a patronizing way. “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. I’m almost there, I promise. Be a good girl for me and take it, okay?”

You can’t help but moan at the sound of being his good girl. Something about the sound of it had you dripping down between your thighs and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“Oh you like that? You like being my good girl? O-oh fuck.” His hips start to stutter, a sign to you he’s so close. “You gonna be a good girl and let me cum deep down in your throat? Have you swallow every drop I give to you? Yeah you are, you’re gonna take it no matter what.”

You moan once again and the vibration of it sends him into a spiral and makes him a blabbering mess, begging to reach his climax. “Shit. I’m so fucking close. So close. Fuck, oh my god. Yes, just like that baby, being so good. F-fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. O-ohh fuck. Shit, shit shit shit.”

Eddie pushes and holds himself deep in the back of your throat while you swallow every drop of his cum that you could. Some of it even spilling out the sides of your mouth, joining the rest of the mess you have all over you. He gently pulls out of your mouth and groans at the sight of you. On your knees, covered in his cum, hair a mess with tear streaks running down your face. Even in a state like that, he still thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Once he pulls his sweats back up, he reaches a hand down to you.

“C’mere.” He says as he helps you up from the floor. He wipes away the tears on your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss, tasting his cum from your mouth. This one is more tender than the last, him really taking the time to express his love for you. “You were so good for me, it’s only fair I return the favor, if you’d like.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, not at him, but at the fact he thought that you’d even turn down the offer, especially after what just happened. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows at him in a suggestive look.

“Bedroom?” You ask.

“Bedroom.” He agrees. He quickly lifts you up and places you over his shoulder.

“Eddie!” You shriek. “Put me down! I can walk ya know?”

“Yeah I know, but after all of that, I think it’s time we give your legs a break.” He walks into your room and tosses you on the bed. “Besides, I’d rather have you on your back for me anyway.”

He makes his way onto the bed, placing himself between your thighs. Leaning down, his mouth hovers over your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna take good care of you.” His voice alone sends chills down your spine. He begins leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body, from your neck all the way until he reaches the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, asking for permission to continue.

“Please, Eddie, I need it.” You whine.

Eddie huffs a slight chuckle while pulling your panties off, “Be patient, y/n, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”

You scoff at him. “Fuck you.” How dare he use your own line against you when you wanted nothing more than for him to devour you.

“You will, I promise, but first I need to taste you.”

He lays his tongue flat across your slit, lapping up your arousal that’s dripping from you and makes his way up to suck on your clit causing you to moan for him.

“Eddie..”

“That’s my name, do you need something?” He does it again, but this time he doesn’t raise back up. He stays there, going back and forth between fucking you with his tongue and sucking at your sensitive bud, making you squirm underneath him.

“Please, I- fuck, more.. I need more..” you beg, trying to keep your legs spread for him.

Face still buried between your thighs, he takes one hand to push your legs farther apart while the other makes its way to your cunt to slowly slip his fingers into you. Hitting that spongy spot within you, it doesn’t take long before your hips start to jerk and legs shake. The sensation of his thick fingers deep inside you, alongside the sucking and nibbling of your clit is almost too much for you to handle. You begin to involuntarily clench around his fingers as your body tries to make it to the finish line.

Eddie raises his head up just for a moment, “That’s it, baby, go on and cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me. Take what you need, I’ve got you.” Instantly the rubber band inside your core snaps and Eddie keeps his fingers moving to help you ride out your high. “There you go, such a good girl for me.” Once your orgasm ends, he takes his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. Moaning with pleasure at the taste of you.

“Mmm, so good. You taste so sweet, princess. Here, try it.” He comes up to press his lips to yours, tongues dancing around each other in a sloppy kiss. Tasting yourself from his mouth was something you never thought would happen in a millions years, and now that you have, you’re not sure if you could live without it. As you two continue to kiss, Eddie begins grinding against your naked core, the only thing in the way of his growing bulge is his sweats. Desperate to feel more of you, he raises up to take his shirt off. You pause for a moment to admire him like he did you earlier. The way his tattoos decorate his body and the light sheen of sweat forming on his skin already. The pause you took to gaze upon his body in admiration was misinterpreted by him as you being hesitant to go forward.

“We can stop if you want.. you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Eddie, look at me.” You sat up so that you’re able to reach up and cup the side of this face. “I want this, okay? I want you.” Your hand found it’s way back to the waistband of his pants and you tugged on it a little bit. “Now, when I take these off again, I expect you to keep them off, got it?” A smile jumped across his face and he was filled with excitement knowing that you truly did want this. “Yes, ma’am.”

You take his pants off, again, this time making sure he fully steps out of them before throwing them across the room out of the way. With the both of you now fully nude in front of each other, you bring him down to you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as a way of letting him know it’s really okay to keep going. He takes this opportunity to push you back down onto the bed, and reaches for his cock. He slid it in between the folds of your cunt to lube himself up “You ready?” He asks. You nod and he gently pushes himself into you. Inch by inch he slowly makes his way in until he’s completely bottomed out in you.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You say throwing you head back. Eddie starts to kiss on your exposed neck. “I know” kiss “I know, baby” kiss “just let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” another kiss. You give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before letting him know to keep going. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” With that he slowly pulls back then thrusts himself back into you, gradually speeding up to a steady pace.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good. It’s like she was made for me, baby, she’s just sucking me right in.”

“F-faster.” You sputter out. “Go faster for me, I can take it. I want you to be rough, please.”

With a loud groan Eddie picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you. The lewd sounds of your skin slapping together and heavy breathing takes over the room.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Wanted me to fuck you so good you can’t walk the next day? Wanted to be a good little whore for me didn’t you? Fuck, just taking me so well.”

“Yes! God, yes! Fuck, Eddie, making me feel so good, so so good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie reaches down to play with you clit, “Does my cock feel good, baby? You feel how deep I am? I’m hitting all the right spots, aren’t I? That pretty pussy of yours seems to think so, she’s squeezing me so tight.” You can feel you second orgasm coming along and can’t help but beg for more.

“Please, don’t stop. E-Eddie don’t stop. Right there, please, o-oh my god. Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been so good.”

Eddie nearly cums at the sound of you calling yourself a good girl. You had been a good girl, but hearing it come from your lips felt unreal. Pushing your legs to your chest, he’s able to get much deeper than before. “Come on, cum for me, baby. It’s okay, just let go. I’ve got you, let it happen, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Eddie! E-Eddie! Shit. I’m gonna cum. Oh my god I’m gonna fucking cum. Yes, god, yes right there. Yes yes yes.” You can’t help but hold your breath as your orgasm inched closer, and once it peaked, you moaned loudly while gasping for air. Lost in your orgasmic high, you didn’t even realized you had squirted all over yourself and Eddie. It was just the thing to bring him to the edge.

“Holy shit, you squirted all over me. Fucking drenched my cock, baby. Fuck, that’s so hot. O-oh god. Baby, I’m so close. Like really fucking close, where-”

“Inside. Cum inside of me, please, Eddie. I wanna feel it. I want you to fill me up.” Eddies eyes rolled back and he wrapped his arms around your body. Dipping his head down between your breasts, he starts to mumble nonsense. Having a one sided conversation just to help push him over the edge.

“Yeah? Want me to fill this pussy up? Sh-shit.. have you so fucking full you’re still leaking my cum in the morning? Maybe I’ll get you knocked up, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you, having my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting you to answer any of his questions and even if you had, he wouldn’t have been able to pay attention to the answer right now. He picks his head up a little bit and you can see his chest was flushed with a red tint that went up his neck and to his ears too. Eyes closed and his brows furrowed, his mouth hung open in an ‘O’ shaped manner while a bead of sweat ran down the tip of his nose, dropping onto your chest and rolling down the valley of your breasts. It felt like such an intimate moment despite how rough you were being. His breathing became heavy and uneven as he got closer to coming. His thrusts becoming sloppy and his legs started to shake.

“Oh-oh god. I’m gonna cum. Oh shit..oh f-fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. Gonna get it deep inside you. S-shit. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Here it comes, sweetheart. Here it fucking comes.”

Just a few more thrusts and Eddie came undone, shooting ropes of his cum deep inside you. Cumming so much it started to spill out of your cunt. He laid on top of you, still shaking from such an extreme wave of pleasure, face buried in your neck. Once your breath slowed down and evened out, he turned his head to look you in the eyes once again, pushing a strand of hair out of the way, and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose. He pushed himself up so he wasn’t laying on you anymore. “You ready? This might sting a little.” You nodded at him and he slowly pulled out of you. You hissed slightly because it did in fact sting a little, but it wasn’t anything unbearable. Standing straight up, Eddie started to make his way out the door.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

You chuckled, “I didn’t plan on it.”

Eddie goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth to help clean you up. Once he was done cleaning, he maneuvered you both to where you were now laying with your heads on the pillows. He laid on his back while you laid on your side, one leg thrown over his body so you could cuddle up next to him. He traced shapes on your back and played with your hair until you fell asleep. He wished he could do the same, but now he has even more questions than before.

He knows all of this means something to him, and he wants to be with you romantically, but did you feel the same? Did you know that’s how he felt about all of this? Would you regret it later? Sure, during it all you both made comments about wanting this, but you didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, so you didn’t know what this was. Would it turn into something more or just be a friends with benefits type thing where you occasionally have sex? Up until that last part, he hadn’t really processed what had just happened.

Oh my god, he thought, he just had sex with his best friend.

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