#i rubbed my dick for like two seconds and was immediately on the edge

[kimstills]

savor

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: after being compromised to working a case the next day, aaron decides on savoring your current moment together for when he’s gone.

content warnings: heavy smut, 18+, minors do not interact! consensual recording, use of nicknames, slapping, choking, dirty talk, groping, aaron hotchner is a FREAK and has a big dick, allusions to m masturbation.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: very much inspired by this post, not sure if the original poster deleted it? but i couldn’t get it out of my head omfg i literally finished this in 2 HOURS AND IT’S NOT PROOFREAD

Aaron’s not sure where he gets the idea from.

Maybe it’s from the longing he already feels for you after being informed that the team was to take off for a case first thing tomorrow morning, even though he hasn’t even left yet.

Maybe it’s from the sexual tension that’s been filling your shared apartment ever since he stepped foot inside it, the original plan of having the weekend off and spending it with you immediately crumbling from his work.

But, even with his dick buried inside your sopping cunt, he’s just as surprised as you are when he gets the idea of grabbing his phone from where he had discarded it on his side of the nightstand table.

You whine when his movements falter for a split second, eyes widening as you stare up at him when his phone comes into your line of sight.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, already swiping right for his camera.

“You want to film this?” You ask from beneath him, his weight feeling a bit heavier as he stills.

Aaron nods, though your question makes him feel out of character. But at the sight of you sprawled underneath him on silk sheets, face a sweaty, yet beautiful mess makes him not care at all.

He leans down to press a feverish kiss to your cheek, looking you in the eyes when he pulls back, “If that’s okay with you,” the same kiss presses into your already swollen lips. “Just wanna savor the memory for when I’m gone.”

The thought of Aaron pulling up a sloppily filmed video of you two having sex while he’s away on a case immediately riles you up once more. Of him locking himself in his hotel room, fucking his cock into his hand while he watches himself fuck you from a previous time has you clenching around him.

You nod, “Okay,” you bite your lip and look up at him. “Film it.”

That’s all the confirmation Aaron needs for him to hit record and resume his actions, pummeling his still rock hard dick into your soaked pussy.

You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back. Your hand comes up to grip at the arm that wasn’t recording you for support and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feel of the tip of his dick rubbing against your sweetest spot.

Aaron’s hands are shaky as he films you, lifting his phone higher to capture both your blissful expression and the way his cock disappears inside you with each thrust. His free hand slithers down to grip at the meat of your thigh before throwing it over his shoulder, consequently deepening his thrusts.

“O-Oh, fuck, Aaron!” Your back arches against the bed, nails digging into his forearm as each thrust sends you further over the edge, the coil in your belly threatening to finally snap.

“Look at the camera, pretty girl,”

Your boyfriend’s voice is deep and gravely, leaving you no choice but to submissively follow his orders and stare deep into the small circle of his phone’s camera.

You stare up at it, mouth slightly open to form a lazy, curved ‘o’ as each thrust Aaron delivers sends you further up the bed.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Aaron’s hand comes down to your throat, pulling you up and leaving your head slightly limp underneath his grip. “My slutty girl, taking my cock so well while she gets filmed,” a harsh slap is delivered to your face, making you gasp. “You like that, baby?”

You pout and try your best to nod with his whole hand wrapped around your throat, “I love it, Aaron.”

“I know you do, sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around my dick,” he teases, enunciating the word ‘dick’ with a particularly harsh thrust that gets you whining again. “You gonna cum, sweet girl?”

You nod harshly despite the limited air flow, eyes flickering from the camera to Aaron, “Y-Yes, yes. Can I cum, Aaron? Please?”

Your voice is whiny and desperate, filled with so much need that it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there. He lets out a grunt, hand tightening around your neck the slightest bit more, still careful as to not actually stop you from breathing, “Go ahead, baby. Cum around my cock.”

Immediately, the tightness in your lower belly snaps at Aaron’s permission, your body reduced to shaking and stuttering as your pussy clenches and unclenches around your boyfriend’s dick. Your orgasms washes over you violently, white spots filling your vision as he lets go of your neck to squeeze at your breast, fucking you through it with slower, more deeper thrusts.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!”

His name leaves your lips like a babbled mantra, your release captured perfectly by his phone as his dick twitches inside you at the feeling of you gushing around him. When your body has calmed down and you’re practically left limp on the bed, he pulls out of you, bringing the phone down to your pussy so he can film the way your juices spill out of you.

He dips two fingers in, earning a squeal from above when he pushes them in just to pull them back out, showing the camera how soaked they come out.

Aaron groans at the sight of it and decides that it’s not enough. He stops the video and briefly sets his phone down besides you, bringing himself up to press a sweet kiss to your cheek once more, rubbing your tousled hair out of your face, “Can you give me one more, sweetheart?”

You hum from underneath him, looking at him with a fucked out expression.

“You can do that, right, baby?” Another kiss to your temple, “My good girl can handle one more for the camera, can’t she?”

You think that the concept of being recorded, of being so obsessed over by your lover that he wants to film you again gets you even hotter, the pushing of your thighs together desperately proving inevitably so.

Aaron immediately jumps into action when you nod ‘yes,’ giving you another kiss before helping you onto your hands and knees.

Once you’re settled, he leans over you to position his phone on the top of the bed frame, leant against the wall.

A whimper emits from your pursed lips when you feel the tip of Aaron’s dick rub against your still fully soaked folds, teasing at your entrance before shoving it back inside. Your back immediately arches in response, mouth flying open in a silent scream as your boyfriend bottoms out, hips hitting your ass.

He hasn’t even moved yet, hasn’t started hitting you from behind yet your arms already shake from feeling full.

“You good, sweetheart?” He asks, brushing your hair back endearingly.

You hum, nodding as you wiggle your ass against him. You lick your lips when you catch sight of how prominently his dick still stands, hitting against the muscles of his softly defined stomach.

He hovers above you momentarily and presses what seems like the millionth loving kiss to your cheek, sneaking his hand down to squeeze one of your breast affectionately, “Want you to keep looking at the camera while I fuck you, honey,” a kiss. Another kiss. And another kiss. “Okay?”

He begins to move his hips before you can reply, starting out slow and deep before eventually moving to the same pace he was using before.

You gasp and your hands shoot out to curl around the sleeve of the pillow in front of you. Your eyes glance towards his phone, where you’re more in focus of the phone’s frame than he is. Even with you on your hands and knees and him kneeling on the bed, you can only see the bottom half of his face.

Your eyes roll back to your head again, the only sounds audible being the ones of skin slapping against skin, Aaron’s grunts, and your silent huffs that match his pace.

A mixture of a cry and moan emits from your mouth when he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, gripping the flesh in his big hand. Your legs shake when another slap lands and you feel your arms give out from beneath you, falling limp onto your stomach.

“Oh, no,” Aaron mutters, leaning down and wrapping an arm around your neck as if he were putting you in a chokehold but without the same force like before. He pulls you flush against him, sweaty chest to sweaty back, “Want the camera to capture how I’m fucking you, sweetheart,”

His hand sneaks down to fondle at your breasts, caressing both lovely with a squeeze to each one, “You look so pretty getting fucked by my cock, honey,” he points at the camera. “Can’t wait to watch these and start a collection when I get back,” he presses a kiss to your hair. “You gonna let me do that?”

You can’t reply, too fucked out to do so. Instead, you watch yourself from where you’re held against him, watching your boobs bounce with each delicious thrust he delivers into your cunt and relishing in the hot breath that fans against your ear as he nips at the sensitive skin beneath it.

“A-Aaron,” you whine. “‘m g-gonna cum again,”

“Yeah?” He asks, hand sneaking down from your breasts to your folds, slipping his fingers to begin rubbing at your clit. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You scream, body stuttering at the cruel pace he begins to touch you with. Your other hand shoots to grip that same arm, thrashing against his hold as another orgasm ripples through your body, filling you with even more pleasure and even overstimulation.

Aaron watches you from his phone, head dipped down to get a good view at the way you rode your high out on his hand and pushed back into his dick simultaneously, mouth open in a wide ‘o’ and legs shaking.

The way you clench around him like before pushes him further towards his own release. When he stops rubbing at your clit, it’s to bring the same fingers up to your tits, coating your nipples with your juices and squeezing them once more as he pushes through the last couple of thrusts that it takes for him to finally come inside you.

You’re whining in front of him with each shallow shove, feeling his come coat your walls. You mewl when he gives the side of your head another kiss before releasing his grip on you and allowing you to fall flat against the mattress once more.

Aaron grabs his phone and aims it at your pussy once more, your ass still somewhat high in the air. He spreads your ass apart, groaning in delight when some of his seed spills out of your pussy, giving the flesh another harsh slap.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles, angling himself so that he could bend over you again and place much more sweeter, loving kisses your face. “I love you, honey,”

You hum, eyes fluttering closed before emitting a tired “Love you, too,” in response.

The next night, when Aaron is alone in his hotel room, somewhere in Arizona solving said case with his team, he pulls out his phone and presses on the private folder he created shortly after you had both finished and presses play.

When he himself finishes, come all over his chest and his right hand slack next to him while his left holds up his phone, he sets a mental reminder to record you sucking him off when he gets home.

[ozuuoou]

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 * .♡ *:･ﾟ

Seishiro Nagi x Reader

Watching your boyfriend shoot bodies on Call of Duty as he shoots fat loads inside you.

(The grind never stops ig)

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"Sorry.. hah.. gotta go, duty calls."

.ᐟ⭒๋࣭☆⋆｡𖦹˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚

It was just a normal night: you were reading manga on the bed while your boyfriend, Nagi, played on his PC. Until you got bored, so to cure that boredom, you decided to watch your boyfriend play.

When you approached, he called out, "Hey." "Hi, what are you playing?" you asked, and immediately he replied, "Call of Duty." To which you hummed, "Cool, can I sit?" You asked, pointing to his lap, and he nodded. You leaned back against his chest as you watched the brightly lit screen, showing your boyfriend obliterating players. Amazed, you kept praising his efforts, and as the matches progressed you became more and more excited as you watch the sceen but due to the excitement you felt as he killed each and every one you were subconsciously rubbing the lower regions of your boyfriend's sniper rifle as well.

As you sat back down, he began twitching, leaving you worried. "Baby, are you okay?" you asked. After releasing a few grunts, he answered, "Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Just sit back down, stay put, okay?". For a few seconds you let that sink in and as you sat you could feel his hard length faintly brushing against your thin pajama shorts. "Ah" you said, snickering.

You had a lightbulb moment and you decided to tease him, you intentionally rubbed on it more, earning low grunts and pants from him, and it went on like that. Frustrated from all the edging, he commands, "Mnh.. that's no good, sit on it harder baby" he whispered in your ear, all breathy. Being the good girlfriend you are, you sat. Earning a whimper and a shudder from the snow haired soldier.

— Time skip

Nagi's twitching on his keyboard, seemingly missing his shots and aims. The reason? You bouncing up and down his fat dick of course! How could he not miss? When you're all sprawled out, back arching and both arms quaking, holding on for dear life on his desk taking in massive shots of his thick load. When the two of you were busy on riding the fuck out of him, his teammates were busy shit talking him on the mic as well. Frustrated and distracted, Nagi opened up his mic, "Dude, shut the fuck up. My girlfriend's riding my dick. You're ruining the mood." As he dropped that fucking bomb the room fell silent, but, fortunately you weren't, because you backed him up by moaning like a whore directly to the mic with your pleas and cries as he got down to business and fucked your cunt dry.

"Sorry.. hah.. gotta go, duty calls." the last words Nagi said before leaving the game, as he focused on dominating your wet and stuffed cunt. Bending you over his desk and mercilessly railing in his fat, long and heavy sniper rifle into your walls as if it wasn't already enough.

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Needless to say your pussy got dominated that night. :3

[daddyricsdoll]

Truth or Dare ✭ Carlos Sainz

Summary: You go to your best friends house for a distraction, but her boyfriend intrudes on that and you are left alone, until her brother comes along and decides a little game of truth or dare can be a distraction.

Warnings: Fingering, choking, oral (female receiving), bondage, blindfolding.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Well as you can see, I may have unleashed a little bit of my kinky side.

I turn the TV off aggressively and stand up from the couch to make my way to the kitchen. I grab myself a glass of water and lean against one of the counters. “Oh you’re still here” A strong recognisable spanish accent says.

“Yup, still here.” I turn around lift my glass up a little

“Well she’s not coming out anytime soon” He motions his head to the door that emits moans and screams of pleasure.

“Well, I guess I figured she cares more that I’m here and everything that happened with James and…”

“I heard what happened, I’m sorry. I knew he was a dick and when he-”

“No it’s fine, really. I just- I don’t want to think of him right now.”

“Oh ok” He nods his head up and down very slowly.

“Well I might leave, give myself a distraction.” I push off the counter, but Carlos makes no move to get out of my way.

“I could help distract you.”Carlos brings his hand up to my cheek and he traces my cheekbone. His face inches closer and his lips softly touch mine, Carlos’s big hands start moving along my body, one resting on the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair. My hand slides into his perfect hair pulling on some of the strands, until he breaks the kiss.

“I have an idea, how about we play a game, make it more exciting.”

“Oh, ok…what game?”

“Truth or Dare, but it all eventually leads to a dare.” He says cockily with his strong spanish accent and I immediately agree.

“You first” He lifts his chin up to me in a short motion.

“Oh, um well Carlos, I’ll give you two dares and you choose which one you prefer to execute. Ok?”

He nods his head and lets out a little hum. I move closer to him, and start running my finger up and down his chest. 

“So first one… make me cum from your fingers buried in me, and hand around my neck. Or… tie me up and use your tongue to bring me to a climax.”

Carlos’s eyes widen and he looks at me with an open mouth, until it closes into a smirk. “Can’t I do both?”

I ignored his question. “Which one Carlos?”

“You’ll find out. But first, go to my room.” He demands me and subordinatelyI walk to his bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed as he walks into the closet. Seconds later he walks out with a rope in one of his hands and a piece of fabric and a vibrator in the other.

“I’m going to change the game a little bit. Ok?” I nod to him eagerly. “I want you to stand up, and I want you to strip, take your clothes off, slowly.” I stand up and sensually take my clothes off, from my top, to my skirt, and then I unclasp my bra and slide down my thongs.

Carlos looks at me like a predator stalking its prey, and I clench my legs together, as he does the same with his hands and then he stands up and slowly circles my body. I feel his presence behind me and his fingers trace the outline of my shoulder, they slide down my arm and then his finger spreads out and press lightly against my lower stomach.

His hand then slides up and starts caressing my breasts, his fingers tickle my hard nipples and his breath touches the back of my neck. His left hand comes around and lightly wraps itself around my neck. I arch my back and his fingers still toy with my nipples and his grip around my neck grows tighter.

Little moans escape my mouth and his hand finally travels down my waist and past my pelvic bone, then in between my legs. His fingers travel through my folds and then start rubbing circles around my clit.

“Open your legs Hermosa” He whispers against my ear and tries to pry my legs open with his hand. I open my legs a little bit wider and his fingers slide through my wetness, he circles around my clit and lingers just outside of my hole until a moan mixed with a whine leaves my mouth and he ultimately slips two of his fingers inside me, with much force that he’s buried knuckles deep.

Carlos starts thrusting his fingers at a fast pace and short quick pants leave my mouth. “Better than James?” Carlos asks confidently in my ear, and I reply with a hurried hum. My head tilts up to the ceiling and Carlos’ grip on my neck tightens, his palm starts rubbing against my clit in rough motions bringing me to my climax.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers” He starts curling his fingers inside of me, stroking places that I’ve only just discovered could be touched. A loud scream leaves my mouth and Carlos continues his pace as I cum on his fingers. 

“Ahh, look at you, your pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers.” The Spaniard groans and then pulls his fingers out of me, they then land in between his full lips and his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“You taste so good Cariño” He whispers into my ear, his hand loosening the grip around my neck. “Get on the bed now. Lie down, with your arms and legs spread out. Okay?” His breath tickles my ear and I nod before he lightly pushes my body toward the bed.

I carefully walk to the bed, I get closer and crawl up the bed, once I’m in the middle I lay down on my back and spread my limbs out. I sit up a little bit and watch Carlos walk toward me with a long piece of fabric in one hand, and some silk ties in the other.

I resist myself from clenching my legs together as best I can and then Carlos’s hands delicately start caressing my face, placing the blindfold across my eyes. He then presses my body down. “Relax Cariño” His hand rests on my stomach. My breathing is controlled, and my lips are parted, my senses heightened, waiting for the next touch from Carlos.

His hand runs up and down my arm before tying it to one of the bedposts, he does the same with the other and then with my legs. I feel myself become more wet and then his hand spans out on my abdomen and his breath tickles my core.

Carlos lets out a deep chuckle as I squirm. He then drags his tongue along my entrance in one big long lick, his tongue goes in between my folds and then his lips wrap around my clit.

Moans spill out of my mouth while his tongue starts drawing circles around my clit. Carlos has me writhing as much as I can in these circumstances and then he forces my body to arch as he slips his tongue inside of me.

We moan in sync and my hands make fists as I wish it held Carlos’s hair. His tongue moves in controlled motions, sometimes flattening out and then going firm. Full, soft lips perfectly accompanying the occasional harsh swipes of his tongue. My legs start shaking and Carlos starts working harder, his mouth sending me to different worlds.

I start choking on my whimpers and the knot in my stomach explodes as I reach my climax once again. I desire to look at Carlos, the gorgeous man between my legs. But this piece of fabric covers my vision, so my imagination is the only thing keeping me from going insane. I imagine strands of his hair falling on his face, his big beautiful brown eyes staring up at me, and oh his tantalising mouth, the one lapping up my cum.

He continues his movements for seconds before I feel his weight leave the bed. My legs begin to come free of the ties and then the same for my wrists. The blindfold still covering my eyes and I don’t move it yet waiting for Carlos, and just like I had predicted his soft hands touch my face.

They caress my cheekbones and then leisurely glide to the back of my head, and instead of pulling the blindfold off he pulls me in for a warm kiss, our lips colliding and creating sparks. With delicate precision he takes off my blindfold while my attention is consumed by his lips. And then I finally see his coffee eyes, staring right into mine.

“How was that Querida?” I can’t form a response so I give him a smile of content, his plump lips mirror mine as they curl into a smile. His hand runs through my hair, his eyes still never leaving mine. Carlos leaves for a second and walks back with a cloth, he lays me down and cleans me up, his body then retires next to mine on the bed and the sound of his breathing is what leads me into sleep.

[hpimagines]

Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

My first nsfw post on here 😈🙏 hopefully you enjoy;)

(Summary: No plot just smuty smut smut smut

(Warnings: Mature/Nsfw, unprotected p in v, dom/sub dynamic, dom tom, degrading, rough sex, cream pie)

(I listened to this song on repeat whilst writing, so I assume it should fit this well)

You walked into Tom’s dorm, no underwear on under your skirt. You wanted to tease Tom, he always managed to seem so nonchalant about everything; it drove you crazy. But the second he showed his dominant demeanor it caused you to fold into his touch immediately “You’re here quite late, I’m assuming your intentions are not for the faint of heart” He smirked slightly, pulling you by the waist into a deep kiss.

His tongue began to explore your mouth, occasionally biting down onto your tongue and lower lip, making you moan slightly. “Keep making those noises and I won’t be able to control myself doll.”

“Then don’t.”

The second those words left your mouth his lips attached themselves to your neck, your head leaning back exposing it more. Wet sloppy kisses, and hickeys were being scattered across it as he made sure to mark up every inch.

His right hand began to explore your waist, slowly moving down, rubbing up and down your thigh teasingly. “Tom, please.” You needed him to touch you. You craved it. “Beg.”

You sucked up your pride and gave in, the feeling of submission flooding over you. “Please Sir. Please fucking touch me, I need you.” You were helpless, a needy mess all for him, and he knew it. He fucking loved it.

You felt his fingers rub against your folds, causing you to gasp at the sudden friction. “Naughty girl. No underwear? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just begging for another guy to fuck you, walking to my dorm without underwear like a fucking whore.”

Before you could respond he plunged two fingers deep into you without warning, your body folded over upon instinct and he catches you, still not stopping. “Fucking beg for me.”

You were already struggling to speak, his pace quickening everytime you opened your mouth. “Please mm fuck me Sir, please I need your dick please.” You pleaded through moans, barely able to look him in the eyes.

“Remember, you asked for this.” He grabbed you by the neck and threw you onto the bed, your back down. He yanked you by the foot to the edge of the bed and began to undress you. Your top was the first to go, revealing a new black lace bra.

You thought he’d admire it, however he ripped that off in the same fashion as your shirt, discarding it to an unknown area of the room. He yanked down your skirt and just stared at you for a moment before he undressed himself.

“Come get my cock wet whore.”

You wasted no time, you grabbed his dick and began to pump it slowly, putting it in your mouth and sucking slightly trying to take it all. Without warning Tom shoves your head down, making you gag immediately “We both know you can take all of me” His voice was deep and raspy, making your core ache, needing him more.

“Please fuck me” You looked up at him, still jerking him off. “Fine then, but I’m showing no mercy.” .. “Okay sir” .. “You know the safe word, yes?” .. “Yes, now please just fucking fuck me”

Before you could even finish your sentence he slammed into you, instantly starting a consistent pace; fast and hard.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, so no fucking hiding your moans, understood?” His pace was relentless, constantly hitting your most sensitive areas. He could so easily drive you over the edge.

“Yes.. I understand, fuckk” You couldn’t hold in your moans even if you tried. He was hitting all the right places, all the while making eye contact. The way his eyes slightly rolled back as he rolled his neck letting out a deep moan drove you crazy.

His pace quickened even more, which you didn’t even think was possible, your moans filled the room and you were sure all of Hogwarts could hear you but you couldn’t care any less in this moment.

“Fuck, fuck, I need to cum can I please cum” You begged, he didn’t tell you to but you knew better than to cum without permission. “Cum for me, but I’m definitely not done with you yet.” He pounded harder, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your body was shaking, you were a mess. However he didn’t stop, just as he said. He continued to abuse your pussy, slamming into you endlessly.

“Tell me who you fucking belong to, slut.” He pulled out, flipping you over and slamming right back into you, continuing his previous pace. In this new position it felt like he was hitting all new places, you forgot to respond.

A hard slap landed across your lap, causing a shrieking moan to come from you, it stung terribly, especially where his ringed finger hit. “I fucking told you do tell me who you belong to” He pounded, and pounded your words being swallowed by moans. “YOU FUCK I BELONG TO YOU TOM”

At this point your vice became hoarse from your screaming moans. You could barely hold yourself up as he showed you no mercy. “Does my whore want my cum” His pace started to get sloppier signaling he was close. “Please, I need your cum so bad. Please sir” Your words came out between moans.

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up like the cum dump you are Y/n” He pounded harshly into you a few more times, before cumming with deep long strokes, his cum completely filling you up. You could feel the sudden warmth of it, and it made your brain fuzzy.

HOW WAS THAT 🤔🤔 PLS LMK IF YOU LIKED IT!

[mustainegf]

Hiiiii

can you do some kind of monster era james edging and teasing you with his fingers for hours and the moment he puts his dick inside you, you just cum ?

skom James pls let me ride you

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 ²⁰⁰²

To say James was stressed with this documentary, was an understatement. So it's a good thing he had me to unwind, it always made him feel better, fingering me for hours until I simply couldn't take it a second more.

He was propped up in bed, holding my back to his chest with my legs flung to the sides. His free hand wrapped around my stomach, holding me tight as he whispered into my ear, his fingers plunging into me.

My mind flooded with thoughts of his huge cock and how much I wanted it. I had to get off on his fingers just so he'd let me have the real deal.

"You're driving me mad, baby," he growled against my neck. I could feel his lips kissing my neck and behind my ear. "Such a tight girl, gonna have to stretch you out huh?" He hissed, curling his fingers precisely at the right moment, making me squirm in his grasp.

His fingers were thick and unforgiving, the callouses on his hand roughly brushing my clit each time he worked his two fingers into me.

I whimpered as he continued his rhythm. The feeling was indescribable, having his rough hands plunge into my wetness. There wasn't anything else in the world like it. "So fucking close."

He moaned in my ear as I started bucking against him. "Not yet. I need to hear that you love my fingers." I whined, pushing myself against his hard fingers.

I was so close; I felt like I would explode any second. "Tell me," he bit out through clenched teeth. "I want to hear it. Tell me how much you love my fingers inside you. I want to hear you say it."

He continued his movements, slow and torturous, not allowing me to cum. I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Please! Please!" I begged, my fingers digging into the sheets. He knew what he was doing.

He knew how to make me beg. "Say it," he growled in my ear, his voice low and deep. "I... I love your fingers inside me," I whispered out.

"That's a good job.." He cooed. "No cumming yet though, you can take it a little longer," he greased into my ear, adding a third finger into my sopping heat.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, shoving my ass against him.

I needed more. I wanted him to fill me up completely. I reached down and rubbed my dit, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmm," he hummed, continuing his rhythm. I could feel his dick pressing into my ass and I wanted nothing more than for him to slide in and fuck me rather than his fingers.

My hips twitched, my body thrashing as I pleaded to cum. "Convince me." He demanded.

I pushed my hips harder against him, squeezing my muscles around his fingers. "Pleeeease." I whimpered. "Come on," he crooned, wiggling his fingers deeper inside me. "Make me lose control," he challenged.

I decided to give him every once of dirty talk I could muster up, anything to cum.

"Jamie... Please let me cum, please, I'll be a good girl, Jamieeeee..." I whined.

"Alright," he snickered, pulling his fingers out of me and slapping them against my clit. I screamed from the sensation, the shock shooting straight through me.

James shifted, and before I knew it, I was being stretched to my limits, his cock bottoming out inside of me in seconds.

He didn't even need to thrust, I was immediately suffering and crying. I came just at the feeling of him buried inside of my dripping heat. "JAMES!" I yelled, his arms holding me tight as he gave a few gentle thrusts. He was clearly amused with my instant orgasm.

"Holy fuck," he grunted, pumping his hips into me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as if he didn't know. I nodded, bucking my hips to meet his. He was so big.

I laughed softly, shifting slightly to kiss him, his hands still around my waist. "Yeah, god you're a tease..." I smiled against his lips.

[sourtoruu]

”Baby? can u call me back..it’s so lonely in my mansion..”

Toji X f!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

warnings! blowjob m!receiving, edging, pet names (princess, baby, & good girl) p in v, not proofread, pure filth

toji didn’t wanna leave you alone at the house this weekend, but he had other important issues to deal with. not that you were ever an issue or less important, but as he says it’s “for your sake”. you trust him so you know nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you. he won’t allow that.

it was only 9pm..& you were soooo needy! toji barely texted you all day.. the occasional “hey baby” followed by an update as to his location & hearting your message was beginning to make your patience run thin. without a second thought you picked up your phone with its cute little cake charms as you set your led lights to a hot pink then began to record yourself fondling your tits & teasing your clit with soft taps. shallow breaths leave your mouth as you pant & moan his name in a sweet tone.

  ‘ping!’

|| miss u </3

seen 9:30pm

seeing this message made toji’s dick tighten in his pants. he couldn’t just leave the meeting, even if it was an embarrassing matter like this, he would just have to wait til he got done to deal with it.

lying down on your soft pink silk sheets as you ponder on if he actually watched the videos & paid any mind to them you hear rustling. you don’t bother to see what it is out of pure laziness & because whatever it was would’ve probably killed you by now if it was actually dangerous. snapping you out of your thoughts, a sudden slam of a door is enough to make you sit up. only to quickly realize it’s your buff boyfriend you haven’t been able to reach all day walking into your bed room. “toji..you scared me, i thought someone was coming to murder me or somethin” playfully pouting before getting up to kiss him. what was supposed to be a sweet, cute, welcoming peck became a sloppy, wet, dripping mess. “toji- wait.. you’re-“ barely managing to speak between each kiss he eagerly kept reconnecting between you two.“think it’s funny to tease me like that?” harshly groping your tits & giving each one a slap before turning you around to face the bed. whining as he drags his tip across your aching pussy agonizingly, you arch your back & press against him. unable to resist the way his dick catches onto your hole every time he slides up & down, he caves & slides in. “fuuuuuck..oh my go-mmph!” within an instant he starts slamming himself deep inside your velvet walls at a fast pace. “takin’ it so well baby..almost made me forget about what you..hah.. did.” grabbing a handful of the plump flesh on your ass before smacking it & grabbing it with a firm grip again. the sound of skin slapping aligned with your pathetic moans fill the room. the way you clench down on him relubricates his dick, creating a sloppy white ring around the bottom. “toji !! i canttt.. im gonna cum..” after another deep thrust he slowly takes his cock out just before you can finish, which causes a whimper from you in response to that.

“think you can jus’ cum that easily after today?” grabbing your hips to sit you up & turn your glossy body around he slowly begins to stroke his cock closer to your lips. immediately knowing what he’s indicating for, you prop yourself up on your knees & glance up at him. “good girl..” slapping & smearing the tip across your pouty lips teasing himself before pushing his length all the way into your mouth suddenly. “gonna use this throat til you can’t speak” leaving no time for you to react as he harshly slammed into your face. muffled sounds & squelching bouncing off the walls as you choke down onto his cock. he grabs a fistful of your hair pushing your mouth down further with a grunt.

“fuck.. just like that princess.” whining as you play with your puffy clit in a repeated rhythm.“want me to fill you up?” nodding your head eagerly as you’ve already been on edge since he pulled out the first time, rubbing your sensitive heat didn’t help. “please..” almost instantly he lifts you up into his beefy arms & aligns himself with your entrance. thrusting deeply as his pace begins to pick up speed, he holds your ass tightly as he empties his cum into you. grunting as he jolts his hips upwards into a few more times making sure a drop doesn’t go to waste. feeling yourself reach a high just as he does for himself you grasp his biceps for some sort of support. “nnngh..” panting & breathing softly as you feel him deep inside you before pulling out & planting a sweet kiss onto your lips.

“let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

this was my first fic & honestly took way to long T^T i hope it wasn’t too rushed though !

@sourtoruu

please do not repost my work as your own ! thx

[kamii-2]

can you please do a johnny cade x fem!reader smut with a lot of squ!rt!ng? thank you!

hihi anon!! this is my first ever real smut that isn’t lesbian 😭 i hope you enjoy it 🙏

warnings: smut, squirting, p in v, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, oral (male receiving), cum (obvi)

pairings: johnny x fem!reader

genre: smut

not proofread bc i’m feeling risky 😈

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johnny was always quiet and reserved but in the bed, he was the complete opposite. he loved to fuck you until you felt like you couldn’t walk. he was a freak. he loved to hear you scream his name as he thrusted in you at an ungodly pace. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head made him feel so powerful, he loved it.

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right now you guys were in your bed making out. your parents weren’t home so it was just you two, which he was glad about because that meant he could fuck you as hard and loud as he wanted and you could moan as loud as you wanted.

you were straddling him and his hands were traveling up and down your body, going from your waist to your thighs. he needed you badly and you needed him. you began to grind on him slowly, he groaned into your lips and you felt him get harder than he was before. you got off of his lap and looked him in the eyes, “can i?” you asked while putting your hand on his pants. “please” he responded. you unzipped his pants and pulled down his pants and boxers. his dick flew out and you immediately started to suck him off. he threw his head back with pleasure and you began to move your head up and down, he put his hand on the back of your head and grabbed your hair.

he was moaning softly and whisper things like ‘fuck’ and ‘that’s feels so good’. you could tell by the way his breathing started to stagger. after a couple more seconds of you sucking his dick, he cummed in your mouth. you got up and started to kiss him. he pulled away and pushed flipped over so you were on the bed and he was hover over you.

he began to undress you. he took of your shirt and bra then started to unbutton your jeans and take them off. you only had your panties on. he leaned down and started to suck and kiss your nipples. he had one in his mouth while his hand was on your neck. you were softly moaning as he continued to play with your nipples. he stopped sucking one and went to the other. his hand that was on your neck moved down to your underwear, he started to rub your wet clit. your moans got louder as he fingered you. he let go of your nipple and proceeded to take off your panties and third them on the ground. he lifted your legs to his shoulders and began to swirl his tongue around your clit. you moaned loudly as he continued to tongue fuck you.

you were almost at you climax when he pulled away, which caused you to groan. “why did you stop” you asked him, kind of out of breath. “you’ll see” he said while getting up and pulling you to the edge of the bed. he took off the rest of his clothes and proceeded to line his dick uo with your hole. when you weren’t expecting it, he slammed into you and thrusted in and out at an extremely fast pace. your moans grew louder and louder as he fucked you harder and faster. he put his hands on your waist to keep you from moving. you were moaning so loud that the whole neighborhood could probably hear.

his thrusts started to get sloppier and slower as he was about to cum. the more he thrusted, the more you felt liek you were going to bust. your climax was already almost at the top when he was tongue fucking you earlier and now that he’s fucking you with his dick, your climax was definitely at the top. your walls clenched on his dick as he was still thrusting. your body couldn’t take it anymore and you squirted all over his dick and his lower stomach. he smirked and pulled out, and jerked his dick off on your stomach, releasing his semen on you.

he sat down next to you and put his hand on your thigh. “round two?” he asked while breathing heavily, you nodded your head instead of answering. he got back up and lined up with your hole again. “ready?” he asked while putting his hands on your hips. “yes, fuck me” you replied still kind of out of breath. he started off at a steady pace and slowly began to get faster and faster. just like before, your moans were getting louder and louder the faster he went. you could feel your climax already, you squirted on him for the second time that night. you felt him start to pull out. “wait don’t pull out” you said to him. “i’m not nutting inside of-“ he said to you. “just do it! i don’t care anymore.” you commanded to him. “yes ma’am” he said while smirking and continuing to fuck you.

“holy shit” you muttered while feel your climax for the third time. you were trying to hold it for a little longer but you couldn’t. you squirted again all over his stomach. he thrust s couple more times before he nutted in you. he pulled out and sat next to you. “that was great” you told him, trying to curb your breath. “yea,” he started “what if you get pregnant?” you looked up at him, “it’ll be okay.” he blinked at you like you were dumb and gave you a passionate kiss. you stuck your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself. you pulled away, “round 3?”

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i hope you enjoyed this story, have a good day/night, love you all 💋💋

[penny00dreadful]

Through The Valley - Post-Apocalypse AU - Part 1

AO3

Eddie rapped his knuckle against the metal three times.

“I don’t sell from the van, Harrington.”

He was parked in a dark corner of the cul-de-sac, blocking out any streetlight. The only reason he’d been able to recognise the artful swoop of hair was due to the residual glow from Tina’s Halloween Bash that had completely cleaned out his stock. It was going to comfortably pay his and Wayne’s electricity bill for the winter months ahead.

With maybe a little left over for a couple of new tapes if he was lucky.

If it had been anyone else he’d probably have been more careful in his approach but Steve never got physical in school. Even if he chose tonight to start throwing drunken punches, Eddie was pretty sure he’d be able to fend him off. 

He wasn’t as strong as Steve but he was stone cold sober and knew how to take care of himself.

Eddie didn’t even really have to try to be mean and scary half the time, his look did it enough for him.

Steve had been leaning up against the side of the van with his head in his hands but Eddie’s approach must have been muffled by the thumping music coming from the house because the way he startled at the sound of Eddie’s knocking was borderline panicked.

A little over the top, to be honest.

Like he expected some monster to appear out of the shadows.

Steve glanced at him but just as quickly turned his back, swiping furiously at his face and Eddie got the distinct impression he’d interrupted something private. It immediately put him on edge.

These traditional masculinity jock types always got very defensive if they were caught being vulnerable. Like a single shred of emotion would shrink their dick.

“I’m not here to buy, I’m-” Steve sniffled again, wiping his nose harshly on his sleeve. “Sorry, I just needed a minute, I’m leaving.” His voice was thick from crying and he in no way tried to hide it.

Eddie frowned. 

He didn’t really know what to do with that reaction, it wasn’t what he was expecting at all. But he figured if Steve could be gracious enough not to snap and spit at him, Eddie could be gracious enough not to make things worse.

“Don’t worry about it, man. If you need a minute, take a minute.”

Steve shook his head. “No, it’s fine-” he was cut off as he tried to step away but had clearly misjudged where the curb was in the darkness, tripping over it and landing hard on his back in the bushes. 

He leaned forward, trying to pull himself back up but went completely slack again a second later.

“Well that’s just fucking typical.” Steve muttered.

Eddie tried hard to keep any hint of a smirk or smile off his face as he moved to hover over him, still trying to keep the mood light.

“You good?”

Steve flapped a loose hand in his direction. “I’m fine. Just leave me here to die.”

Eddie did smile at that and held a ringed hand out to him. “Dramatics are usually my job.”

Steve clapped his hand into Eddie’s and allowed himself to be hauled up to a sitting position. 

Eddie considered for a moment before his curiosity got the better of him and he threw himself down onto the concrete.

The coldness of the curb immediately bit through his jeans. There’d probably be a freeze tonight. He could see their breath fog up in between them and the van they were now shadowed behind as he tapped out two cigarettes from his pack and offered one over.

Steve looked surprised for a moment, or Eddie guessed he looked surprised. They were both still drenched in mostly darkness, so Eddie couldn’t see much of his face. 

Steve took the cigarette with a soft, “Thanks.” 

Lighting up he took a deep inhale before rubbing at his eyes again with the heel of his hand, though it seemed to be more out of tiredness than continued tears.

He sniffed again and let out a heavy sigh. 

“Are you going to ask about it?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Eddie shrugged. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. No. I don’t know-” Steve’s words died in his throat when he looked up, eyes sliding from Eddie’s face and landing over his shoulder.

Eddie twisted around and caught sight of Jonathan helping a stumbling Nancy out of the house with nervous hands and a worried brow.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with that?” He asked, turning back.

Steve tracked the two of them with his eyes before looking back down at the ground and saying quietly, “Yeah, something like that.”

“You’re not worried about someone else taking your very intoxicated girlfriend home?”

Steve shook his head inhaling another large drag from his cigarette. “No, not with Byers. She’s safe with him, she-” he sighed. “Don’t think she’s my girlfriend anymore anyway.”

Well it didn't take much more than that to paint a picture in Eddie's head of what had happened. 

The whole town had known about the fight between Jonathan and Steve last year following the spray painting and subsequent clean up of The Hawk in which Nancy had very much not sided with Steve on it, though who could blame her. 

People had expected him to drop her like a lead balloon after that but he hadn’t. He’d shocked everyone by starting up with her again, but now it looked like those issues had never really been resolved.

Eddie watched Steve’s silhouette carefully, ready for the moment he’d just up and start punching whatever was in reach like a good little testosterone driven toddler, but he just looked… defeated.

“You’re… handling it remarkably well.” He hedged, apprehensive.

“For now.” Steve tilted his head back to look up at the stars, his breath curling out white and foggy in the cold. “It’ll probably hit me tomorrow.”

Eddie wanted to reach a hand out, grip at his shoulder, offer a comforting touch but boys didn’t touch. And if they did, they only did it after reaching a certain level of friendship, which they were not at.

So he kept his hands to himself.

“Well I’d offer you something to take the edge off, but I’m afraid I’m all out.”

Steve shook his head. “No, you’re okay. Distraction and a cigarette is good enough for me. Plus you can’t just go around offering charity to anyone who crosses your path, people will try to take advantage.”

“You think I’d let people take advantage of me?” Eddie said with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Steve snored. “No, I suppose not. You’ve got your whole,” he waved his hand in Eddie’s direction, “bad boy rough and tough… look.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows and laughed around his cigarette. “Hey, don't disparage the look, Harrington. It works.”

“M not disparaging, it’s a good look.”

“Oh, really? Didn’t think it’d be your type of thing.”

Steve glanced over at him, his eyes mischievous and ever so slightly hooded. “You’ve no idea what my type of thing is, Munson.”

Wait.

Was that a line?

Was Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington flirting with him? Him? 

Maybe Steve had too much to drink. 

He was obviously heartbroken by whatever was going on with Nancy so maybe it was just some kind of catharsis or a joke or-

A shrill ring cut through the air, sharp and splitting.

Eddie snapped his head up.

Steve didn’t react.

There was a rotary phone hanging off the side of his van, teal with a twisted cord.

And it was ringing.

Loudly.

It was like a spell had been broken, the shrill screaming of ringringring filled Eddie with a wild panic, a wild fear, shooting through his head and setting his blood alight.

He turned his wide eyes back to Steve who was now looking up at the phone with loose shoulders and a calm face. 

The darkness didn’t matter anymore, he knew with exact, intimate detail what look Steve had right now.

He’d been back here often enough after all.

“Stevie, don’t answer it.” Eddie’s panic was edging into desperation.

His time was running out. 

There was an overwhelming sense of loss inside him, mixed up with devastation, heartbreak and sadness.

He was slipping.

He was slipping away.

Again.

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.” Eddie shook his head frantically, grasping Steve by the shoulders. “You don’t have to.” 

He swung his leg over, sitting himself firmly in Steve’s lap and placed a hand at either side of his face, practically begging him. “Just a little longer. Please, baby, please.” 

It was like he was imploring Steve to look inside at his beating, bloody heart, pleading with him to let them both stay. His tone was frantic and he could feel his soul cracking to pieces, clinging on as if he could keep Steve here just with his grip alone.

“It’s about Max.” Steve stated, matter of fact.

Eddie leaned forward and placed kiss after kiss in quick succession against Steve’s face. “You don’t have to answer it yet.” He said, a thick sob crawling its way up his throat, trying to change the inevitable. 

His vision was starting to blur with tears and the lump in his throat felt like he’d swallowed a fucking golf ball. “Not yet. You can- you can answer it later. Please. Stevie. Baby. Sweetheart. We could-” He threw his arms around Steve’s shoulders, holding him as tight and close as he possibly could, as though his grip could keep them both here. 

His tears were finally slipping free and his heartbreak cresting into complete and utter anguish. “We could go hang out with Robin or… or…”

“I haven’t met Robin yet, Eds. You know that.” Steve’s hand came up to softly cradle the back of his head as Eddie’s tears clung to Steve’s neck where they fell and he wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse. “I have to answer it.”

The next sob that came felt like it had torn his whole body in half, shaking him to his core, ripping him in two. 

“Just a few more minutes.” He begged. “Please. Please don’t go.” He whispered, tremulous and defeated as the soft click of the receiver being picked up sounded around him and he awoke with a start.

Eddie took a few moments to collect himself, swiping furiously at his eyes with his bedsheets, hating himself for crying and trying to will the lump in his throat away. 

His heart was aching and he knew despite his best efforts he’d be carrying it around with him for the rest of the day. 

He didn’t have nightmares like Dustin or Nancy did. He didn’t scream or thrash or claw, no.

He had these dreams. 

He wept in his sleep, crying until he was dried out and exhausted upon waking up but he wouldn’t trade them in for anything.

At least with these dreams he could still…

Nevermind.

It wasn’t important. 

He had too much shit to deal with today to spend time mourning the past. 

The past was dead and there was nothing he could do about it now. 

He just had to keep moving forward.

For Wayne, for Dustin, for Mike and El and Will, for the Sinclair parents and the Buckley parents and Ms. Mayfield.

He tried to focus on the issues of the day.

Their food surplus was getting dangerously low and there hadn’t been a supply drop from the military in weeks, though their own vegetable crop was still growing strong.

Chester Hagen and his goons were still giving Nancy trouble. 

They needed extra hands to get their fence back up again and those bandits were still out there. 

They might have been scared away by Dustin and Scott’s genius and deadly electrical wiring but they weren’t going to stay away for long. 

Their settlement was way too valuable an asset to have under their belts from a defensive standpoint alone and if Chester Hagen or the fucking bandits were able to seize control it could be catastrophic.

And that’s not even mentioning the fucking Ghouls.

Their bright red eyes were always the first thing visible through the darkness of the forest, followed closely by the smell of decay. 

They kept to the shadows, unnervingly quiet considering they were the shambling corpses of those caught in the crossfire of the rifts opening up. 

They were able to sneak up on even the most alert of people, getting close enough to strike, cutting a gnarled claw into their victims skin and paralysing them, ready to be feasted upon silently and unable to scream.

If someone was unlucky enough to die from a bite, rather than claws ripping their flesh from their bones and bleeding out, they’d come back a few hours later, dead and mindless, driven by the need to consume.

It was so incredibly fucked up.

Nearly everyone had had a run in with someone they had known once in life.

Hawkins had been a very small town after all and the Ghouls were drawn to their walls, the noise their small community made within their safe refuge amongst the trees like a shining noise beacon.

The creatures were easy to pick off though, high up in the communities man made sentry towers Eddie had suggested way back when, but the community could never get too complacent.

The Ghouls were still a very real threat.

The two bodies that had to be brought home and buried after the last trip to maintain the water tower made that clear enough.

Two more plots in their makeshift graveyard at the edge of what was once a golf course.

Fuck, they needed food. At least something more than the rationed out vegetables they were able to grow, something similar to the comforts they knew before everything went to shit.

Some sugar, some salt, even a bit of fucking meat.

They hadn’t been hunting too much lately, it was getting more and more dangerous to leave the walls. 

Everyone was running on fumes and it was making them sloppy. 

Their sentries were having trouble concentrating, their medical personnel had started to feel they couldn’t perform their duties safely anymore, their smartest minds were waning. 

Eddie dragged himself out of bed. 

No time to huddle in for warmth and wish for a different day than the one he was facing down, too many people were waiting on him, relying on him.

He did allow himself to drift a hand over the pillow he kept on the other side, though.

His side, though it had always been empty, ever since they first arrived at this estate, ever since Eddie first slept in the bed, nine months ago.

Fourteen months since the end. 

Fourteen months since... 

No.

Stop thinking about it.

Too much to do today.

He shook his head again, stripping down bare and stopping in front of the mirror. 

He was leaner than he had been before all this began. 

Fourteen months of surviving an apocalypse would do that to a person. 

His hair was longer and still just as messy as ever. His skin was blocked out with more self-inflicted tattoos. Mostly the result of sleepless nights and downtime by candlelight when the memories sometimes got to be too much and he just had to get them out, get them onto skin, carry them on the outside rather than leave them to fester on the inside. 

There was an illustration of Smaug from the books, done to the best of his memory on his right knee. Shitty interpretations of his guitar, a slice of pizza, a walkie talkie, trucker hats, mugs, guitar picks and music notes littered his arms. The old hellfire logo and the Corroded Coffin logo inked into his chest where his demon head and black widow had once been, now in the stomach of some long dead demobat somewhere. 

Those had hurt like a bitch.

Almost as bad as the two quotes on the inside of his thighs.

I had not intended to love him on the inside of his left.

He made me love him without looking at me on the inside of his right. 

Eddie scratched at his jaw in the mirror. He needed a shave but that could wait, he couldn’t be fucked dragging a razor over his face right now.

The shower was icy cold. He barely remembered what bathing in warm water felt like anymore. Positives and negatives to having a steady water supply from the reservoir on top of the hill, but no electricity.

At least they were all able to keep clean.

He barely bothered to dry off, dumping his towel in the laundry hamper he’d probably forget to bring down to their approximation of a laundrette, again.

He snatched up some clothes from his dresser, dark and sturdy, just how he liked them.

Dark jeans, dark top, high quality boots that he found in the abandoned house he and Wayne were now living in and though the July sun had been vicious and unrelenting, he needed the comfort of the familiar.

The only things of his own that had survived were what he had on him when they’d run. His necklace, his bracelet, his wallet chain, even though he hadn’t had need of a wallet for over a year, wasn’t even sure where in the world it was. But he added them too, feeling more like himself with every piece he put on.

He snatched up the rifle he kept loaded and tucked between the bed frame and the wall every night, slinging the strap over his shoulder and was about to head out of his bedroom when he paused, gripping the door handle tight.

He hated giving into the urge but if this was the day he died, he knew he’d regret not doing it.

With a put upon sigh, he let go of the door handle and turned back into his room, opening his closet door and looking at the only item of clothing hanging in there.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the back shoulders, feeling the raised lettering of the name across his fingertips and ran a hand down the sleeve, gripping the cuff.

Before he could stare at green and white for too long and allow the sorrow to wash over him again, he let go and shut the closet door.

The house he and Wayne had managed to lay claim to was one of the smaller ones but that didn’t bother them. 

Hell, it was practically Eddie’s own now that Wayne was spending most nights with Scott. 

In any case the house was close to exactly who he wanted to be close to. 

The Hoppers-Byers clan lived directly behind him, the fence blocking their gardens from each other long broken down by El. Dustin and his mother lived to one side of him, Nancy and her family on the other. Across the road lived the Sinclair parents, Susan Mayfeild and the Buckley parents, along with the various friends and family members of those that hadn’t been seen since before everything went to shit, trying to find comfort in their numbers.

They’d tried to convince Dustin, Mike, Will and El to join them in their support group but those kids weren’t the types to sit around and talk about their feelings. 

They were the types to throw themselves into some new experiment or dig their way through The Void trying to find a new way forward.

But no such luck so far.

Eddie had stopped asking.

He trudged his way through the streets of what was once a very affluent gated community but had now become their own little post apocalypse village. 

How quaint, he thought, sardonically.

He headed towards what was a rec centre once upon a time but had since been repurposed as their collective dining hall.

During the good times when food stockpiles were high people could come and go as they pleased, getting fed whenever the desire took them, maybe even being able to make a request of what they wanted to eat.

But in times like these, when the variety of food was dangerously low, mealtimes were strictly regimented to make sure everyone got an equal share. 

As he waited in line, his stomach growling with the smell wafting from the kitchens, the people around him sent him warm smiles and friendly greetings, some even trying to engage him in small talk.

Crazy how an actual apocalypse can change attitudes.

“What’s on the menu today, Joyce?” Eddie asked when he got to the front of the line. 

His smile didn’t feel as strained as it had been before. Joyce always managed to bring some light out in him. 

“Only the finest potato stew for one of our fearless leaders.” She replied with a sneaky smile, pushing a bowl of watered down lumpy stew towards him.

Eddie glared at her but without much substance behind it, picking up his bowl. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

Joyce awed playfully, reaching over to pinch his unscarred cheek. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t pull such an adorable face whenever I do.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned away, calling back over his shoulder, “Bye Joyce.”

“Bye sweetie!”

He sat himself down at an empty table as far away from everyone else as he could, hoping to just be able to eat his meal in peace before the demands of everyone and everything started to surround him.

He only got about two bites in before a sour faced figure sat himself down across from him.

Eddie didn’t even bother to look up.

“I’m not in the mood, Hagen.”

Chester Hagen was a man who looked like he might have been attractive in his youth if he didn’t constantly have a sulk on his face and a sickening air of superiority around him.

“Just hear me out, Munson. I know you feel like you owe the Wheeler girl your loyalty-”

Eddie snapped his eyes up. “I don’t owe Nancy anything. She has my loyalty because she’s earned it. Something I’m sure you’re unfamiliar with.”

“Don’t you think this place could use some actual leadership? Not just some little girl playing politics.”

Eddie sighed heavily and continued to shovel his food into his mouth, trying to have this conversation finished as fast as he could. “And you think that’s you, do you? Might I remind you that everyone here,” he waved his hand around, “including you and your luddites elected her as leader, because she was one of the few who knew how to actually handle everything.”

“That was then. Now we’re starving. The military doesn’t respect her, why else wouldn’t we be getting our drops on time? The people are upset and they’re starting to talk. And need I remind you I was an acting town official for years. I ran for Mayor-”

Eddie lifted the bowl to his mouth, slurping down the last of his food. “And you lost.” He winced in mock sympathy, standing up. “To Larry Kline of all people. Ouch.”

He left to hand his bowl back over to be cleaned, praying that he wouldn’t be followed but that was apparently too much to hope for. He’d barely made it outside before he heard the heavy footsteps following him.

Eddie darted around the corner of the building, striding down the small gap between the dining hall and their makeshift medical centre, only stopping once he was sure Hagen had followed him in.

“Munson, if she has something over you that makes you think you can’t switch to the better team then you’ve got to know we can help you out. No matter what it is. You have a lot of respect in this community, we could use that. And you wouldn’t be stuck acting as some little girls guard dog-”

Eddie swung around, pressing the barrel of his rifle into Chester Hagan’s neck, backing him into the wall. Hagen immediately threw his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide with fear, looking like he was about to piss himself.

“What if I like being a little girl's guard dog, what then?”

Eddie and Nancy didn’t exactly see eye to eye. She still held onto some middle class, small town politeness and nothing Eddie said, trying to get her to accept the brutality of the world they were living in now would dissuade her. 

But she was an effective leader. And she was one of the people who had kept him alive during the spring break from hell.

There was no way he was going to sell her out to Chester fucking Hagan.

Hagen swallowed, shifting the muzzle ever so slightly around his throat. “S- so is it a sex thing? Because I’m sure we could find-”

“For the sake of your own head I’m encouraging you to stop talking now.”

“Right, right. Yeah. I’m… I’ll stop talking.”

“Good. Now listen to me very carefully. Under no circumstances whatsoever will I be persuaded, coerced, bought or bullied away from Nancy’s side. This town voted her their leader and unless the majority no longer wants her overlooking things, it’s going to stay that way.” He pushed the barrel of the gun in harder, right under his jaw. “But if I ever get approached by you or one of your goons trying to get me to switch sides or go behind Nancy’s back for information again, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your eye. We both know I’ll do it and I won't lose a wink of sleep over it."

"Th- pe- people won't like that."

"Oh, won't they? Tell me, who do you think the people will side with between the two of us? It's why you keep trying to get me to join your side. Because you know you don't have shit without my support. Like you said, I have a lot of respect in this community.” 

“B- but you two fight, you fight all the time! We can hear it clear across the estate! We can-” Eddie dug the gun in just a little deeper. “Do not approach me again. Do I make myself clear?”

Hagen nodded, short and sharp and scared. “Crystal clear, Munson. Sir.”

“Good.” Eddie pulled the gun away from his neck and slung it back over his shoulder, walking down the rest of the alleyway before calling back, “Clean up, it smells like you shit yourself.”

“Can a girl get pregnant if she’s on top?”

Eddie dropped the metal sheet they were using to repair the hole in the fence, just barely managing to avoid crushing his toe. The noise clanged around them like a dinner bell. He and Dustin were outside the protective walls of the community for this particular repair and they both froze, tensing up and waiting to hear if the sound had attracted any Ghouls or roving bandits towards them. They were barely in danger, there were sentries posted on high platforms around the whole perimeter but it was still something they wanted to avoid if they could.

Speaking of, they could hear someone climbing the platform from the inside before Jonathan poked his head over the eight foot wall, looking down on the two of them.

“Everything okay?”

Eddie took one last glance at the dense woods around them and let his shoulders drop, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and looking back up.

“Yeah, sorry about that Jon. The kid just jumpscared me is all.”

“I literally just asked a question.” Dustin frowned at him.

“A sex question.” Eddie pointed out.

“I think I’ll take my leave, have fun with that!” Jonathan disappeared back behind the walls before Eddie could even glare at him.

“Why are you even asking me? And who are you planning on sexing up? You’re too young anyway. You’re a foetus.”

“I’m sixteen. And seriously? I thought you’d be more… open minded about this.” Dustin pouted. “Plus who else am I gonna ask? Hopper, Jonathan? I can’t go to the library, they don’t exist anymore and I can’t ask-” Dustin swallowed, trying to keep his emotions in check and failing. “Steve’s not here.” He whispered.

Eddie’s heart gave a painful thud, like it always did whenever Steve was mentioned. Whenever Eddie thought of him, really.

It usually led to him trying not to think of him, which made him feel guilty, like he was trying to forget. Which then made him sadder and angrier and more hopeless all at the same time. Because ‘forgetting’ implied Eddie would never see him again. It implied that Steve was… gone. 

And he just couldn’t accept that.

But trying to avoid thoughts of Steve often left Dustin in the lurch. He knew it did. 

Who else could the kid talk to about this? Not Jonathan or Hopper or Joyce or Wayne or Claudia. None of them knew Steve like Dustin did. Not even Nancy had known him very well by the end.

Will and El had been the two kids who’d interacted with Steve the least when they were all together. Before. And Mike had too much ‘ex-boyfriend to his sister’ attitude about him to really talk to Steve back then, always assuming there’d be more time.

Maybe he could talk to Richard and Melissa Buckley. They were the parental connection Steve never had, Eddie knew that. Steve had told him that himself.

But there was too much of an age gap.

And the rest of their Upside-Down crew were in the same boat Steve was. 

Not here. 

They hadn’t been seen or heard from in over fourteen months.

Robin, Max, Lucas, Erica… 

Missing.

Not gone. 

Never gone.

Just… missing.

Dustin shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, can we just talk about the sex like scientists? Not make it weird with squiggly feelings?”

Eddie smirked, but nodded, happy to avoid the subject of Steve for a little longer.

“Sure thing, kiddo. To answer your question, yes. A girl can get pregnant from literally every penis in vagina position. And she can get pregnant if she’s on her period. And if it’s her first time.”

Dustin huffed, throwing his arms out at his sides. “Then how is anyone supposed to have sex without getting someone pregnant in the apocalypse?”

Eddie snorted, picking back up his metal sheet. “Why do you think there's been so many babies born here since it started?”

“Unsafe practices?”

Eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at Dustin. “Unsafe practices.”

“Well…” Eddie could hear Dustin drumming his fingers against his baseball bat, apparently contemplating something. He took a big breath in. “What have you been doing?”

Eddie nearly dropped the sheet again. “Me?”

“Yeah? How have you been having sex without getting anyone pregnant?”

Eddie blew out a breath, busying himself with finally securing the sheet. He’d probably end up nearly dropping it again if he didn’t. He cleared his throat. “I haven’t been.”

“Having sex?” Dustin asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Eddie closed his eyes, bracing for all the usual questions. “I haven’t been having sex.”

“Why? Are you celibate? Are you waiting till marriage or something?”

“No…” He shook his head. “I just…”

“You do like girls, right?”

Dustin’s tone wasn’t accusatory or derogatory, just curious.

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “You go around asking people dangerous questions like that often, Henderson?”

“No. I’m not an idiot. Didn’t feel like a dangerous question to ask you. You don’t feel dangerous.” Dustin scowled. “Are you?”

Eddie allowed the corner of his mouth to tick up. “No, kid. I’m not dangerous. And to answer your question…” he shrugged. “Yeah. I like girls just fine.”

Dustin watched him closely, eyes darting between Eddie’s own. “But you don't prefer them?”

Eddie nodded. “Correct.”

Dustin nodded as well. “Okay. So you're like Will?”

“Not exactly. I like people… but I tend to lean towards the more… masculine side of things.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, animals do it all the time right? Why would it be different for people? People are just animals with bigger brains and a higher endurance.”

“Debatable.”

“Scientific fact.”

Eddie sighed. “Suppose you’re right.”

“So… do you just not feel safe trying to find someone in an apocalypse or is there someone…?”

“From before?”

Dustin swallowed. Talking about pre-apocalyptic relationships was always heavy. Especially if they… weren’t here. 

“Yeah.” He agreed. “From before.”

“Yeah. I had someone. Have someone.” Eddie couldn’t look at him, continuing to work on the fence, unable to stomach the pitying looks he’d seen people get, people who still had hope they’d be reunited with their loved ones even after all this time. 

People like the Sinclair parents, the Buckley parents and Ms. Mayfield.

No one knew he was also one of those people.

And if he got his way, no one would ever know.

He didn’t need the fucking pity.

He didn’t think he could bear it if Dustin muttered out the dreaded, “I’m sorry.” 

But as always, the kid was full of surprises. “What’s his name?” It felt very deliberate, to ask what’s his name and not what was his name. Present tense. Intentional.

Eddie smirked to himself. A small little private thing, just for him. 

“Ken.”

There was the sound of shuffling as Dustin hummed. “I don’t think I know a Ken.”

“No.” Eddie replied. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”

AO3

So…

Hello!

I am back! I am officially bring my break to an end and that is a terrifying concept but I'm gonna do it anyway! Updates on this fic will be a little more sporadic than my previous ones as I get back into the swing of things but I am so happy to be back and I hope you enjoy this story! 🥰

Fic title and lyrics from Through The Valley by Shawn James but it was this version by Ashley Johnson as Ellie that truly captured me.

Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for the magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.

@geekymagicalpotato

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕲𝖔 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖞?

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

Relationship: merman (havmand) Thor Odinson c princess!reader

Words: ~2.2k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal and anal sex, size difference, multiple orgasms, double penetration), pet names, dub-con, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I know it’s not October or 2023 anymore, but let’s not all about that. Let’s just talk about the fact that Thor is big and beefy and has two dicks.

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You felt as though you didn’t have any tears left to cry while you stayed curled up in your bed. You could still hear your mother shouting at you through your door, though it did seem as though she was finally walking away as her voice was getting quieter. Perhaps she was finally going to leave you alone.

The thought of having to leave your home made you sob again in spite of your lack of tears. Leaving the sea and the cliffs you were used to and having to be surrounded by mountains sounded like torture. You needed the sound of the waves crashing against the towering rocks and the smell of the salt air as the wind carried its spray against your face. What were you supposed to do with the scent of snow and pine?

At some point your eyes drifted closed, and when you opened them again it was the middle of the night. The moon was reflecting off the sea below your window. You rubbed your eyes as you rose to your feet to open it, sighing at the scent of brine and frozen air made goosebumps rise on your skin. Another hour passed with you just staring at the ocean, the movement of the waves and the silvery light of the moon stirring something deep inside you. That was when you made your decision. You couldn’t be the wife to some king in a frozen, rocky wasteland. The sea was your life, it meant everything to you.

Your dressing gown slid to the floor so you were standing in nothing but your shift. A few steadying breaths were all you needed before you climbed out of your window and found purchase on the notches in the stone wall of your tower that you had scrambled down so many times before. Even though it was slick from the spray and starting to get icy, you still made it down in one piece. It was freezing, but it made you feel alive.

As soon as you reached solid ground you didn’t hesitate, running the few meters to the cliff’s edge and diving off into the empty air. Wind whipped around you for the perhaps three seconds before you entered the water and the shock of cold forced all of the breath from your lungs. There was no time to adjust, though, you had to start swimming. You breathed deeply when you resurfaced, your limbs fighting against the brutal push and pull of the waves as you made your way to deeper waters.

Every time your body was rocked by the waves your breath caught in your throat. It was like the sea was calling your name, desperately trying to pull you under and make you one with its murky depths. If you didn’t have a goal in mind you may have let it, but your eyes were fixed on the massive rock that rose from the waves a few miles from the coast, the one that was almost an island unto itself. His rock.

You were almost there when something wrapped around your waist and pulled you under the waves, making you scream as seawater burned your throat.

“Do not scream, kjæreste,” the sound of his voice immediately soothed you, your face tucking perfectly into Thor’s neck when he rolled onto his back and carried you towards the rock that was his home above the sea, “swimming in the middle of the night, there are far more dangerous things then I that rise from the depths at this hour, little princess.”

“I don’t care,” even in the freezing cold water he was warm, as was his smile when you peeked up at him through your lashes. “It would be better than what my mother has planned for me.”

“She still intends to marry you to the inland princeling, then?” Thor lifted you onto the slick black stone and climbed up after you, hushing you when you immediately crawled into his arms and buried your face in his chest. “My sweet little princess, you haven’t even met the man, you may like him.”

“No I won’t,” you gave him a stubborn pout. “I need the sea, I need you. I love you, Thor.”

“Little one…” Thor kissed the top of your head when you pressed your body even closer to his. “You may or you may not, kjæreste. Give it time. When you have been married to your princeling for a few years it will pass.”

“Don’t say that!” Your wail was truly miserable, your tears falling freely as you looked up at Thor with a wretched expression. “I don’t want to marry him! I want to be with you! Don’t make me go back, please.”

“You do not realize what you are asking, princess.” Thor stroked your hair and let out a deep sigh. “You would never be able to go home. You would never see another human being for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t want anything except you.” You clambered so you were straddling his tail, running your fingers through his golden hair and grinding against his sheath. “Only you, Thor. You’re all I need.”

“You are such a tenacious little thing, I do not believe I could ever say no to you.” Thor pulled you close and kissed you deeply, groaning into your mouth as he felt his cocks sliding from their sheath and growing hard under your ass. “You must be sure though, little one. You must tell me now that you can give up your family, the land of your birth, and all of your friends to be mine. That you will stay true even when I must stay beneath the sea for weeks at a time. Can you promise me, kjæreste?”

You felt your lower lip starting to quiver as you gazed at him. Of course you would miss your family and your friends, and the thought of not seeing them ever again gave you pause. But you really did love Thor. He was like the sea brought to life, and you could no sooner live without him than you could the sea itself.

“I promise, Thor.” You moaned into his mouth and fluttered your eyes when he kissed you deeply, one of his large hands gripping the edge of your shift and dragging it up your hips. The fingers of his other hand were suddenly filling your mouth and you sucked on them greedily, making sure to soak them with your spit as they muffled the sound of your voice. “I love you.”

“And I love you, little princess.” Thor smiled warmly as he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you again, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips as he slipped his spit-soaked fingers between the cheeks of your ass and teased them over the satiny skin of your asshole. “Just remember to keep breathing for me.”

Even though you nodded you couldn’t help but choke on your tongue when suddenly both of the trembling holes between your legs were full of him; your pussy with one of his thick cocks and your ass with two of his fingers as he stretched you in preparation. He swallowed each pathetic, desperate noise that fell from your lips when he started to move, cooing softly when your cunt fluttered around him and your fingers gripped his hair at the base of his neck. It was exceptionally adorable how quickly you turned into a whimpering mess once he started to fuck you, but he found it endearing.

You were very quickly starting to fall under the same spell you always fell under once he was inside you, murmuring nonsense words in between your whimpers while you struggled to move your body on top of his. He was so big, he always made you feel so tiny but never more so than when the two of you were locked together like this. The way he stretched you open to take him was almost painful from the strain but you secretly loved it, and when he removed his fingers from your ass and replaced them with his second cock you couldn’t do more than let out a garbled scream of pleasure as an orgasm raged through your body.

Thor took control when your body succumbed to the unimaginable bliss he always inflicted on you, kissing you gently in a way that contrasted beautifully with the sudden sharp and brutal movements of his hips. You were lost in a warm, gray haze when he rolled the two of you so he was on top, mumbling when you felt the sharp scrape of his teeth along your jaw as he fucked into you with abandon. Even in your incoherent state you still rolled your body to meet his, your breasts pressed against the smooth plane of his chest and your fingers clawing across his back as they struggled to find purchase on his slick skin.

Even though he made his home in the arctic waters of your country, Thor was so warm. Slippery and warm and large all over. It was addictive, like bathing in the volcanic pools and hot springs you had enjoyed in your youth. But in truth they were nothing like having Thor fuck you. Both of his cocks seemed to fit inside you perfectly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your own body was almost as slick as his. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass, gripping your hips and massaging your thighs. Then suddenly they were holding your face tenderly as he kissed all the breath from your body and fucked you so deep you could feel him in your throat.

When he ground against your clit you sobbed, your pussy fluttering wildly and your asshole clenching around each of his cocks as he kept moving faster and deeper. Your eyes stayed fixed on his even as they grew glassy and unfocused, your lips moving as though in a silent prayer as he growled into your mouth and began to thrust even more wildly. Thor’s lips trailed down your throat as you squirted and writhed against him, the low timbre of his voice vibrating your whole body and making everything even more intense.

You let him move your body however he pleased, putting up no resistance when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. When he bit your shoulder you just whined, shaking when the sudden sharp pain drew another climax from your exhausted body. It had never been like this before. It had always been intense and passionate but not like this. It was as though he was doing everything in his power to make his mark on you, and you were accepting it without protest.

All of your focus suddenly snapped to the sensations between your legs, one final, practically painful orgasm ripping through your body and making you scream so loudly the rock shook from the sound. And then his cocks were swelling and stretching you even wider and you could feel yourself about to pass out, the sudden warm rush of his cum into the deepest parts of you finally pushing over the edge into pitch black emptiness. Thor sighed as he watched your body sag and your eyes roll back in your head, smiling at you and gently cupping your cheek as you slid into unconsciousness. He took a few minutes to enjoy the sight of your sleeping form before carefully pulling out of you, chuckling when your pussy and asshole clenched around the emptiness and his seed dripped from your wide-stretched holes.

He pushed you into a corner near one of the steam vents to keep you warm while you slept, kissing your forehead before sliding back towards the sea and silently slipping into the water. It didn’t take him long at all to reach the murky depths, swimming through the algae as he sought the underwater cave he needed. Brunnhilde was there waiting for him, grinning wickedly as she flexed her tentacles around the stone she was reclining on and toyed with a brightly colored anemone. It was rare that she traveled this far north, but they’re kingdoms were friendly, and the sea witch would always be there for her friend and whatever assistance she could lend to his sinister ambitions.

“I take it your little princess gave her consent?” She chuckled darkly when he nodded, swirling her fingers through the cold water and sighing when it glowed with her magic. “How many have you collected now, seventeen?”

“Nineteen.” Thor found his own rock to rest against, burrowing his tail in the volcanic sand and beaming at his friend. “One for each of the rocks in the bay. Though I do find myself growing incredibly fond of this one.” A seahorse made the mistake of swimming too close to the havmand and he snarled as he snatched it from the water and ripped it in half with his teeth before chewing and swallowing. “If I sacrifice the others do you think you could work up a spell that might allow me to keep her?”

[banggyu0308]

HI ADA MY BELOVED!!! thoughts on txt mlt be into phone sex??? especially when they're away for tours and can't see you in person for a while :((

DAI ML <33

oh my goodness :(( alright i do have some hcs for this, here we goooo

warnings: phone sex, yeonjun: dom!yeonjun, use of petnames (baby), mutual masturbation, soobin: sub!soobin, use of petnames (bunny), beomgyu: sub!gyu, mommy kink, slight degradation, slight perv gyu, taehyun: dom!taehyun, mutual masturbation, kai: sub!kai, sending nudes

i see yeonjun as most likely only because i think he'd be the most shameless about it. if he's got a hard on he's calling you up immediately, breath hitching as soon as he hears your pretty voice on the other end, he can hear you on the other end, little moans mixing with the dirty words falling from your lips... awh, baby's gonna cum from her jjunie's voice~? how cute :((

beomgyu wouldn't tell you why he's calling, but it's only a matter of time before you hear the wet noises of his hand sliding up and down his dick 🙄 gyu isn't slick at all, is he? and when you point it out with such a condescending voice, how dirty he is for jerking off while on a call with you... it's got him even harder, whimpering as his hand pumps his dick faster, and you only laugh mockingly when he whines how close he is, what a fucking pervert he is for jerking off to you being mean to him..~

kai is always a little nervous before he calls you :(( but his dick is straining at his sweats and he wants so badly to touch himself, but he thinks it'll feel even better if you're talking him over the edge, won't it? cheeks flushing pink when he hears your surprised gasp at his confession, but he can practically hear your sultry expression in your voice when you ask him to send you a picture, and he feels so good he can only mumble 'sen' one back, please?' and when you agree with a coo, he's practically cumming already, fumbling to open his camera app

soobin would tug his sweats frantically up and over his hips when you facetime him, trying to conceal the fact that he was jerking off to the thought of you just moments before, but you can see almost immediately, cheeks pink and face beaded with sweat, eyes hazed over slightly... the sight is so cute that you can't help but smile, 's only the second day of your tour, bunny's so needy already?

taehyun would try to control himself, not even thinking about jerking off until it's been a week or two away from you... he won't even think twice about it when he does, however, telling you from the get-go exactly why he's calling and exactly what he wants. he's the type of guy who'd call you up at first and then ask you to facetime instead, wants to see your face when you rub at your clit and your pussy when you cum, and he'll set up his phone just as perfect for you...

[strwberri-milk]

No thoughts, head empty, just enemies with benefits ft. Kaeya humiliating reader in bed <3

-🌙

yes i leaned heavily into him being mean/humiliating so there is a bunch of that bc idk i just think his silver tongue is really sharp when he wnats it to be uwu

"You really thought you did something, didn't you?" Kaeya growls into your ear as you writhe pathetically in his grasp.

"What did you think you could achieve by showing me up during sparring today? Were you trying to embarrass me? Now look at you - I'm sure in just a second I'll be getting you to beg me to fuck you." The way he speaks to you almost sounds vile, hands tightening their grip on your wrists as you're pressed further into his desk.

The two of you had what you thought of as an uneventful morning, you having taken the opportunity to knock Kaeya on his ass when a recruit asked you to demonstrate a move they were struggling with. As soon as Kaeya hit the ground and you smirked down at him you realised you were in for a world of pain, but you couldn't be bothered to care as long as you got your victory out here.

"It's not my fault you didn't see it coming," you bite back, ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the feeling of Kaeya's hand grabbing your knee to prop up on the wood. Your core rubs up against it, making you bite back a groan much to Kaeya's chagrin.

"Big words from someone who's turned on by getting treated like a whore," he spits, reaching over your body to grab the bottle of lube he keeps in his office just for you.

"You don't know what you're talking about. That's just what you tell yourself to feed your own ego."

He ignores your jab, pulling his belts out of his pants as you hear him beginning to pull himself out of his clothes. Your breathing shallows in anticipation, ignoring the slight strain in your legs with the way he's made you stand on just one foot with his chest pressing down on your back. His dick twitches against your still clothed thigh eagerly, unaware that he was already this hard just from wrestling you underneath him.

"Right, right and the way you're trying to grind your hips against me despite the fact that you're unable to is just my imagination?"

You feel your cheeks warm at the observation, knowing he was telling the truth and just turning away from him to hide from it.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Oh, I'll be telling you to do that in just a second."

You can hear him uncap the bottle, almost wishing you could see the look on his face as he runs his palm over his shaft. The slight sigh of pleasure he makes behind you makes you clench over nothing, trying again to grind up against his hips.

"Ah ah. Be patient."

A sharp yelp slips past your lips as Kaeya pushes you up further on his desk, leg now dangling over the edge as he rips open a hole in your pants to show him your desperate little hole waiting for his cock. Your sex throbs needily, begging for his attention as he licks his lips in anticipation.

"Be quiet, unless you want all the Knights to hear how much you love me fucking you. You want that? To know that you're my own personal whore?"

He doesn't give you the chance to respond as he slides into you all at once, the pain mixing with pleasure as your nails scrape against his desk. Kaeya starts immediately with rough thrusts, the cool surface rubbing against you as he uses you like a glorified fleshlight. You can't help but moan, knowing that no matter how much you hated him, he knew how to make your body crave him.

"Fuck, feel how tight you are? Such a fucking slut - you like being used, don't you? Cock hungry whore. Tell me, would you let anybody fuck you like this? If anyone walked in on us like this would you open your mouth and beg for them to fill you up on the other end?"

He always says the meanest things to you, hands holding your hips in place as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You can't focus, not like this, not when he's absolutely destroying your body with the pleasure he wracks through it.

"You're moaning like a bitch in heat. You want my cum, don't you? Talking all that shit about how much you hate me but then you're always on your knees begging me to fuck you senseless. Come on, moan more, let everyone hear how much you need me."

It doesn't take you long to cum from his rough fucking, gasping and panting for breath as he fucks you through his orgasm. He won't ever tell you he loves it when you cum all over his desk, staining the wood with your wetness. It makes him want to fuck you even harder, make you cum over and over again to create a puddle on his desk that he can make you clean up. He jerks off to the thought constantly, cumming on it himself as he plans out how to get you back here next time.

Not only that, but he loves when you go quiet from how harshly he fucks you. You're always mouthing off to him, making his cock strain against his belt with your defiance only for him to shove it down your throat and make you eat your words. He tells you so every time, fingers now digging into your hips when you give him a sharp moan. He abuses that spot inside of your body, ignoring the way your body shakes from overstimulation.

"Kaeya, Kaeya, I -"

You're trying to warn him you're cumming again, squeezing so hard he thinks he won't be able to pull out but he just compensates by fucking you even harder. The loud slam of his hips aginst yours is only quieted by your muffled whines as he covers your mouth, not actually wanting someone to catch the two of you in the act.

"Cum as many times as you want. I'm going to remind you that your place is always underneath me, and nowhere else."

[subwaystragedy]

Caught || Geto Suguru x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Caught Masterbating, Overstimulation, Praise, Oral (Reader Receiving), and Fingering

"F-fuck.." you sigh, your hips lifted off the bed as you use your back and feet as supports for the position you’re in. Head in the plush pillow of the sharded bed you have with your boyfriend, Geto Suguru, knowing full well you wouldn’t get the chance to masturbate again any time soon. Geto being out in town, having told you he’ll be back in an hour or two, the idea sparking in your mind the moment you realized how long he’d be away. Leading you to search out and  find one of the toy’s Geto likes to use on you, a powerful wand you know would have you cumming quickly. Having been deprived of any sort of sexual stimulation for almost 2 weeks, Geto simply refusing to entertain you despite his own wants showing through.

Thinking of his big hands against your body, softly gripping and needing at the skin, pinching your nipples as the other free hand strokes your cock, his thumb rubbing it best he can with your size. Trying to remember the feeling of his thick and rough fingers touching you, thinking of anytime you two were intimate together. Being loud as the memories flow back into your head. Feeling yourself get close to your high as you grind and roll your hips into the wand you're desperately gripping. Eyes shut tightly as you moan, head pushing back against the pillows as you cum, gasping and whining lightly as your orgasm washes over you. Pulling the toy away before you collapse on the bed, heavy breaths heaving from your chest as you rest your body. This second being the second orgasm you had, and it hit you much harder than the first. Hearing the sudden noise of clapping followed by that sadistic and low giggle. 

Moving to sit up in a flash, hand still holding the vibrator as you look at Geto in horror, the man clapping and smiling wide as he watches your face contort. “Such a beautiful performance!” he smiles, walking closer and closer to the bed, soon pulling you by your legs to the edge of it. Having already taken off his kasaya, off being only in his yukata robes as you feel the cotton against your legs with his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Admiring your body with a gentle glare, a small smile playing on his lips as starts to raise his hands higher on your body. Running the tips of his fingers over the skin on your stomach back down to your thighs, breath hitching in your throat as you gasp, “G-geto I-,” you start to speak, but he shushes you before you can properly talk. 

Eyes closed as he continues to run his fingers over your body, “I knew you’d give me a reason to punish you,” he smiles, eyes opening slightly as he looks into yours, smile shifting into a smirk. Your own eyes widening as you realize how you were set up, looking at the clock and noticing he’d only been gone for half an hour. Putting his words and the time stamps together. “You lied!” you call out, sitting up more as you use your elbow’s to support yourself. Soon being pushed back down as he uses the tip of his fingers, leaning on the bed with one knee on your side as his hair falls over his shoulder. Watching him look over your body for a while, admiring your build in its truest form. “Beautiful boy..” he almost whispers, running the back of his fingers against the side of your face, kissing the other side tenderly, “My beautiful, disobedient boy,” he continues.

Moving his lips to your neck as he starts to bite down on your skin, the hand on your face soon moving to support himself on the bed along with his knee on the left side of your body. Completely covering you with his body as the other legs stays off the bed, laying on top of you as his free hand finds its way to your cunt, wriggled in between your bodies to stroke your t-dick. Letting out a quick and sharp gasp, immediately arching your back to lower your hips and pull away from his hand, still coming down from the second orgasm you had just minutes ago. Dick still throbbing in his grasp as he starts to kiss your collar bones, sucking on the skin around them occasionally. “G-geto-” he hums as you gasp, his lips skipping to your chest as he teases your nipples with his teeth. 

Biting and circling his tongue around your right nipple, taking his time to switch to your left one. Sucking on it as he wraps his mouth around your chest. Small gasps and gentle whimpers leave your throat as you become overly sensitive to the stimulation. Geto still jerking you off slowly, running his fingers down your slit and back up to your dick to make the process easier. His soft hands on your cunt driving you wild as you begin to squirm. Turning your head away from him as he starts to lower his kiss to your stomach, feeling his lips, plush and warm on your body as he drags the hand that supported him down your body. Removing his hand from your cock and instead your entrance while his head soon reaches your lower half between your legs. 

Slim fingers pushing their way inside you as he kisses your thighs, moving your hand to your mouth as you gasp once more, Geto setting a gentle pace as he fingers your pussy. Curling them inside you every time he pulls them out, making you quiver as your 3rd orgasm builds up inside the pit of your stomach. Moaning lowly as you feel his mouth on your cock, eyebrows raised in pleasure as he begins to sloppily suck your cock. Running his tongue around your tip before easily swallowing the whole thing in his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks around you to get all of you perfectly drenched in spit and stimulated, the action making your legs shake as you grip at his hair. 

The other hand still muffling your noises as you keep it over your mouth, curling yourself up as your whole body begins to shake, stomach tightening in that knot you know needs to be released soon. Warning Geto as you remove the hand from your mouth, it immediately finding its way to your boyfriend's hair as you pull him closer to your cunt. “I’m- gonna c-cum,” you gasp out, breathily moaning as you feel him start to move his fingers fast, humming against your clit as he continues to suck it. The noises it draws from you make him smile, humming again as he begins to bob his head shortly, truly sucking you off the best he can. Pulling his head closer to your cunt as you shake, pants heavily and moaning every few breaths.

“Cumming! G-geto, I’m!-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling him continuously hum and roll his tongue around your dick as you shake. Legs pushing his face and fingers further into your cunt as you wrap them around his head with your hands tightly pulling at his hair. Geto taking every few moments to breathe by sticking his tongue out and running it on the underside of your t-dick. Soon coming back to wrap his lips and mouth around you and hum against you, the stimulation never stopping as he takes his free hand and makes you spread your legs. Slowly moving his fingers in and out of you again in that same pattern. Curling them as he pulls them out and stretching them as he pushes them back in.

Falling back onto the bed as you keep your hands in his hair, messing up his half up half down style as your tug at the strands. Outwardly moaning as he sucks you off and fingers you more assertively, feeling him smile against your cunt as he picks up the pace of his movements. Occasionally letting out small whimpers and whines as you feel that knot starting to hurt in your stomach, gasping as he moves his finger to hit your g-spot head on. Looking down to see him only to be met with him staring right back, eyes sharp and narrowed as he looks up at you. Feeling the smile on his face against your lips as he pulls off your cock, taking his fingers out of you in the process.

Sighing in relief for only a few seconds before you feel his tongue enter and explore your hole. Pushing in and out of you as he rubs both his hands against your thighs, keeping them spread as you whine and moan. Softly whimpering as you feel him flick his tongue inside you, rubbing one hand back down to your cunt as he begins to use his hand to stimulate you. The noises he makes as he eats your pussy is too much, the wet and sloppy sounds making your skin warm as you become flustered from how wet your cunt is. Head thrown back in please as your moans start to get gravelly, throat becoming hoarse from how loud you’re being. Only getting louder as you feel him pinch and pull at your clit, the sensation almost painful as he gently teases your cock.

Once again feeling him hum against you as he pushes his tongue further inside you, shoving his face in your pussy as his nose rubs the underside of your t-dick. Hands moving to your chest as he begins to play with your nipples again. “Geto! Fuck please, gods!” you cry out, finally looking away from him as you tilt your head back. Feeling and hearing the low rumble of laughter against your cunt as he pulls away from you, “You were so desperate to cum earlier, what happened pretty boy?” He laughs again, hearing you whine as he closes his eyes and goes back to sucking your dick, once again bobbing his head on you. Hollowed out cheeks with furrowed brows as he concentrates on pleasing you, letting out a lewd noise with his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks underneath your cock. 

A mix of a pant and groan that comes from the back of his throat as he quickly looks at you, watching you look down at him with your lower lip stuck in between your teeth. “You- you tease you know what happened!” you almost shout, soon biting your lip. Hearing him chuckling to himself as he goes back to wrapping his mouth around you, the low and long vibrations making you toss your head back. Body curled up as you finally move one hand out of Geto’s hair and rest that arm against the bed. Support yourself on your elbow to give your abdomen a break. Looking down at him as you move to watch him suck your cock, the sight beautiful as he closes his eyes to focus on your clit, one hand still on your torso as the other rubs your thigh. “Fuck!” you yell, going back to laying on your back fully with your formare covering your eyes as you feel that 4th orgasm building quickly.

Whimpering and whining as you continue to roll and grind your hips into his face, “You’re- you’re gonna make me cum again!” Voice slightly going as you talk, mouth hung open as you let out a silent moan, inhaling sharply and deeply once you run out of breath. Letting out a stuttered moan as you cum again, practically squirting on the man's face as you gush slightly, back arched as your head falls back against the bed. Hearing him lap at you slowly for a little as you twitch and squirm at the overstimulation, letting out high-pitched whines as he slows down to seemingly let you rest. But of course, it’s going to be a small one as you watch him undress himself from his yukata robes.

Taking the moment to breathe deeply and relax with your eyes closed, chest rising and falling as you inhale and deeply exhale, it feeling like only mere seconds before you feel Geto’s hands on your waist. Pulling your lower half to rest on his as he leans down to properly match your height on the bed. Grinding the base of his cock on your own as it almost reaches your belly button while resting atop of your stomach. Whining as you feel him rub the tip of his cock against yours, using his precum as an unneeded form of lubricant. Your cunt dripping wet with arousal as he teases you, “Geto- t-too much-” hiccupping as you talk, “N-need a break,” voice soft as you talk,

The plea earning a sadistic chuckle from him as he begins to push his tip inside you, only putting it in to slowly take it out, repeating the action over and over as he talks. “But you have yet to make me cum baby,” he laughs as you whine, a deep gasp soon following as you feel him push quickly inside you. Geto almost giggling as he sets a deep and harsh pace, thrusting into you with force as he tilts his head back, using your hips as a handle to keep his pace up. Grunting as he feels you around him and hears you practically scream, “Geto! I-it’s- t-too much!” The cries only spurring his movement as he smiles down at you. Taking your hands and wrist in his grasp as he uses your own limbs to pull you down onto his cock.

Your palms flat against his stomach as he continues to move his hips, the movements matching with every time he pulls you back down on his cock. Hearing him groan as you watch him tilt his head to the side to watch himself enter and leave your pussy. A small smile playing at his lips as he sighs, content with the erotic sight before him as he hears you cry out in what he believes is a mix of pleasure and pain. Leaning down over you as he lets go of your wrist to hover above you, supporting his weight with his elbows. 

Slowly moving but deeply pushing inside you, every thrust of his hips makes his cock hit your g-spot, the curve of his dick helping overstimulate you, “Geto! Please!” “Please what pretty boy’”  he coos into your ear, kiss directly behind it and going down to your neck. Once again leaving bite marks and hickeys on your skin as he furrows his brows and focuses on making you cum for the 5th time. “P-please I’m- ‘m sorry!” he laughs against your kiss at your apology, “It’s too late for that now baby boy,” he tells you, moving faster and harder instead of slow and deep. “Gotta make you cum since you were so desperate for it,” he groans after speaking, feeling you clench down on him at his own words ringing in your ears.

Your hands finding their way from the sheets to his back, running you nails along them, surely to leave marks later on with how deep they are in his skin. Legs wrapped around his waist as he starts to move erratically, hips moving faster and faster as each few seconds go by. The intensity of the inanimate act growing in intensity with Geto approaching his first orgasm in so long. Hearing him grunt and let out breathy moans as he does his best to stay quiet, trying to hear the sounds you make at him pleasing you. More worried about overstimulating you than cumming, but soon recognizing that his orgasm is approaching, “Come on~ one more?” 

He asks while raising his body so he can look you in your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips as his mouth is slightly open, panting gently as he holds himself up with his arms. Still moving inside you with vigor as he watches you, grip loosening around him as your hands fall back into the sheets. Fisting at the fabric as you bite your lip, “Come on my handsome boy, cum again for me,” is all it takes. Your body used to the command as you cum, making you yell out with your head thrown back, feeling Geto groan as he slows down his movements. Feeling him roll his hips gently into you as you cum, legs shaking with your breath completely taken from you. 

Geto cumming gently inside you, groaning and gasping as he feels you clench around his cock, leaning back over you to hold you close. Laying atop of you as you both sigh contently, feeling him twitch inside you as he curls up on you. Doing your best to kiss his cheek, earning a small giggle from him as he flips you on top of him and lay in the middle of the bed, kissing and patting your head as you drift off.

[honeybeefae]

nsfw public sex with rhys 🫣🫣

In Plain Sight (Rhysand x Reader)

BINGO: Public Sex

(Another day, another bingo. This one was super fun and just reminded me of how much I love Rhys. I need a morally grey sarcastic man in my life istg.)

WARNINGS: Smut, Public sex

The lights in Rita’s were low enough that no one could see what you were doing underneath the table at first glance but, if they decided to look closer, they would see your hand wrapped around their High Lord’s cock as he tilted his head back in pleasure.

You had your legs crossed, your sex already throbbing from how thrilling the scene was as you looked around innocently. The rest of your group was out dancing or at the bar, not even paying attention to the two of you. Taking one last look around you finally turned to look at Rhys, squeezing him at the base and making him jump.

“Cruel woman.” He panted, violet eyes full of both desire and humor. “What’s your game here, hm?”

“You promised I could have you anywhere I wanted…” You smiled coyly, burying your face into his neck and biting the tan skin. “And I want you here, in front of everyone.”

His dick seemed to get even harder as he gave a pitful thrust into your hand, his eyes closing as he tried to control the urge to spill into your hand already. You had been a brat all day and when you had suggested drinks tonight he should have known you had ulterior motives. 

“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge here, darling.” Rhys grunted, his voice coming out more broken than he intended. You pulled away with a raised brow, glancing down at how angry his cock was for your stimulation, before grinning from ear to ear.

“I believe your right, my lord. Let me remind you.” You purred, brushing your lips over his before ducking at the last second to kiss his cheek. His chest rumbled with irritation but you ignored it, instead choosing to straddle his lap.

To anyone else, it looked like the two of you were simply enjoying each other’s company. There wasn’t any sign to give away that the moment you had climbed on top of him you had stuffed him inside your dripping cunt.

Rhysand hissed through his teeth as you dropped your head and reveled in the stretch and burn. You felt two fingers underneath your chin as he lifted your head to gaze at you, his pupils almost taking up his entire eye. “Naughty girl, not wearing anything underneath this dress.”

“I-fuck,” You whined, rolling your hips to gather some stimulation. “I came prepared.”

He smirked and placed his hands on your hips, helping you rise and fall in a slow rhythm. You were flushed from head to toe, feeling like everyone was watching you though you knew they weren’t. The thought of someone finding you in this position, or even actively watching and enjoying, made you clench even harder around him.

Rhys noticed, of course, and brought your head to his chest. You whined into his chest, already losing the boldness as he easily took back control and started rutting into you. The table moved slightly with each thrust but the music was too loud to notice. He grabbed fistfuls of your ass underneath your dress to hold you still, his teeth baring as you moaned his name.

“You love this don’t you darling?” He whispered into your ear, his voice like hot wax dripping over your body. “That someone might see you like this, taking my cock so well. You want them to see.”

You nodded immediately, taking in a sharp breath when two of his fingers started to rub at your bundle of nerves. 

“Mother above, you’re so tight.” Rhys growled, picking up his pace as he started to lose control. “Do you want me to fill you up? Want my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the night?”

“Yes, yes, please, Rhys!” You blubbered, your voice growing in volume. He increased his speed on your clit and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, all of the sensations and taboo feelings coming to a crescendo.

“Let go, darling. Let them see how well I fuck you.”

The command went straight to your sex and you bit down on his shoulder to muffle your scream, enjoying the way his grip got painful on your ass as he thrust a few more times until he stilled inside you. His breath was hot in your ear as he emptied himself into your pussy, already feeling some of it leaking out and onto his balls.

Both of you were catching your breath when you heard someone clear their throat, Rhys immediately tightened his grip around you as he glared up at Cassian.

“What?” He snapped, rolling his eyes at the knowing smirk the Illyrian was wearing.

“When you two are cleaned up you might want to take this party back to your bedroom, not that some of us weren’t enjoying the show.” Cassian chuckled, his eyes flickering between the two of you. “I think Rita was getting some complaints.”

You couldn’t stop the soft giggle that escaped your mouth as you lifted your head, smiling brightly at your mate and kissing his nose. “Oops.”

[sucrows]

RINNE AMAGI + TIPSY

Of course, leave it to Rinne Amagi to be a little shit in the middle of an intense moment like this. 

Contains: GN Reader, Teasing, Fingering, Tipsy Sex, Light Breeding, Creampie, Established relationship

Word Count: 2902

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

The air is hot and heavy between you and the man in front of you. You and Rinne had set out for a night of fun and between the alcohol in your systems and where this make out session seems to be heading, you’d call your mission a success. 

You’re barely through the front door of your place before his hands grope your body and pull at your clothing, reaching anywhere he can. Before you know it, he’s ripped off your coat and you have to drag him through the door before he ends up roughly pulling off the rest of your clothing on your front step. It’s exciting and you feel the tension between the two of you rising by the second. It’s exciting, enthralling, intense- it captivates all of your thoughts and makes you want nothing more than to be claimed by the man in front of you.  

Of course, leave it to Rinne Amagi to be a little shit in the middle of an intense moment like this. 

Your legs buckle as the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, making you fall backwards onto it and knocking some of the air out of you. Rinne soon follows and leans over your body. His movements are eager and rough as he begins to pull layer after layer of clothing off of you. Not wanting to be the only person bare like you are now, you drag him in close for another heated kiss and try to pull at his coat to make the first move to remove it. Even as the world spins, his response is still immediate. He quickly removes his lips from yours and tuts at you, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and holding you down by them. 

“What? You that desperate?” He grins at you and pins your wrists down harder when you squirm in his grasp. 

You give him a dirty look and try to pull your hands away to no avail, irritatingly, he laughs at your attempts. 

You huff at him. “Take your clothes off before I change my mind.” 

“What? You act like you weren’t alllll over me on the way here!” He draws out his words annoyingly, cackling at the unimpressed look you’re giving him. 

“Ugh, just come over here and fuck me already.” 

“Whatever you wish, princess~.” 

He’s, infuriatingly, still smirking as he pulls his shirt off over his head and undoes his belt. To his credit though, Rinne is in fact removing his clothes at a faster pace than he normally does. It doesn’t take long for his pants to follow suit and for the sight of the bulge in his boxers to greet you.  

He gives you another smug look when he spots your eyes trained on him, though he thankfully chooses not to comment and instead makes quick work of his last article of clothing. His cock is already hard and just the very sight of it makes you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You’re trying your best to rush him and just get him in you already, but you know better than to try and rush too much with how girthy he is. Not even in his vaguely intoxicated state does Rinne try to move on too quickly either. 

He knows your body much too well and soon his lubed-up fingers are playing with your sex and slipping into your hole. With how huge his hands are, even just his fingers make you feel like you're being stretched out. It’s delicious and you crave more. Every time he moves his wrist, you feel the pressure placed on your walls- you can’t help but squirm when he’s hitting all the right places without even putting his dick in you yet. Imagining the harsh pounding he’s prepping you for makes your face heat up in anticipation. 

“God, you’re such a slut” 

Rinne’s taunting words catch you off guard, having been too lost in the pleasure of his hands. He slows down his movements and takes his sweet time to rake his gaze all over your body, licking his lips at the sight. 

“You make it hard for me to hold back, ya know?” He says as he reaches his unoccupied hand down to grab his cock, stroking it up and down as he prepares for the main event. 

Sure, you’ve had him in you before and sure, this probably won’t be the last time, but you can’t stop the lust filled haze in your brain that demands he be in you as soon as possible. Your mind says nothing other than to provide you images of all the other times you’ve taken him and all the ways you want to take him in the future. You feel the ghost of his touch all over your body even now as he works you open with his fingers. It’s almost as if your body can do nothing but want. It’s downright embarrassing how needy you feel.  

You can’t tell Rinne that though, he’s already insufferable as is. No need to give him more fodder to harass you with. 

“Just fuck me.” 

The look in his eyes sharpens and a grin replaces the smile that has been on his face. 

“Soooo demanding.” Ah, perhaps you were a bit too obvious. 

Once again though, some god out there decides to grant you mercy and Rinne quickly moves on. Is he perhaps feeling just as needy as you are and that’s why he seems just as eager to keep going? If you had to guess just by how much his cock seems to weep, then you’d say yes, but his outward attitude remains the same as always. Like hell is he going to let himself look desperate in front of you like that, you suppose. 

He pulls his fingers out of you then pushes you further back onto the bed, granting him the space to climb up in between your legs. You have to remind yourself to not drool as you see him pour lube onto his length, watching him as he pumps his cock and spreads the fluid all over himself. 

Once he’s satisfied with his prep work, he shuffles closer and presses the head of his dick against your sex, taking a bit before actually penetrating you. Probably to tease you once again, if you had to guess. He ruts against you a couple of times, making sure to rub his tip against the exact spots where he knows you’re sensitive. The electric jolts it sends up your spine are enough to temporarily stop you from being annoyed at him dallying once again. 

His patience isn’t limitless however and soon, he’s pushing in with a soft sigh of contentment. You're quite used to taking him by this point and with the lube and prep, the slide is easy. As much as he talks up being rough with you, he always takes it slow with the initial penetration- Some people could stand to learn from his examples, as annoying as he might be. Before long though, the head is sliding all the way in, his hips reaching against your ass as he folds your legs over your body. The sweet sweet heavy feeling of cock in you is addicting and reminds you once again, Rinne is not a small man by any means and soon, he’s going to be fucking you into the bed until you are both satisfied. 

His hands grope everywhere they find purchase as he starts off with some slow, shallow thrusts. His hips move softly against yours, still staying mostly deep while he still waits for your body to adjust to his length in you.  

“Fuck... you feel good...” He groans, starting to move a bit faster.  

Looking down between your bodies, he can see the way your hole glistens with lube and clings to his cock. Sometimes, you’re surprised by your own body’s ability to adapt to it. It seems so narrow most of the time, but it always fits him as if it were designed to do so. Fuck, it feels like you were designed to do so, with how your toes can’t help but curl when the ridge of his head glides against all the right spots inside of you. 

You moan and, with a smirk, he takes it as a sign to go even faster.   

“You like that?” 

He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust, pulling almost all the way out before roughly shoving back in. It’s just a taste of how things are going to go the rest of the night. A sound involuntarily leaves your lips at the action, and you glare at him for the umpteenth time that night. 

“Harder.” 

He cackles and obeys without another word. 

The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes throughout the room. Every single time he thrusts in you slide away an inch and every time he pulls out, he yanks you back into place once again. Every single one hits the deepest parts of your body and intoxicates your brain even more than the alcohol you had earlier does.  

His hands don’t stop their mission either, always on you and exploring you. He knows your body more than well enough to be able to bring you pleasure, but he still treats every time you two are together as a way to further burn it into his brain. No piece of skin goes untouched- your sides, your stomach, your chest, your neck- it's all his to feel up and toy with. He, of course, doesn’t let you forget how good he can make you feel.  

It’s almost intimate in a strange sense, when one of his hands gravitates towards where you meet once again, eager to toy with you until you’re pliant and weak under his grasp. He knows how to play with your body in ways no other person could replicate. Your legs tighten up their grasp around his hips involuntarily as your body prepares itself for what his hands are about to do to you. They always end up there. There are a lot of things you could call Rinne, but one thing you cannot call him is a bad partner in bed.  

Full palm strokes quickly become more targeted, making full use of his fingers to his all the right spots on your sex. His thumb strokes the same spot over and over again making your back arch with pleasure. Your eyes flutter closed while you sit there and let him have his fun. You try to open them but all you can see are vague glimpses of red hair above you while your vision is covered in black dots. It’s swimming, both your vision and your head. The pleasure is a dizzying sensation that simultaneously tenses and relaxes your muscles. You’re filled with the want for more, more, more- 

“Gonna cum soon. You want me to fill you up?” 

His hips are stuttering just the slightest bit. It seems he’s just as much a slave to your body as you are to his. 

“In- Inside.” 

You can’t help but immediately respond, the idea too enticing to resist. Even just the thought of being even more full of him than you are now feels so right that you can’t help but lock your ankles behind his back. 

You’re prepared for him to start thrusting even harder and deeper than before when he slows almost to a complete halt. He goes quiet, deep in thought for a second. Even he doesn’t seem to be immune to the occasional tipsy introspection it seems. 

A bit of clarity returns to your brain at the break in pace “Rinne?” 

He seems to almost flinch at the call of his name, and you briefly worry that something might actually be wrong. You’re about to ask him when-  

“Kyahaha! What is it? You want my babies or something?” 

He interrupts your concerned thoughts with a cackle and annoying question. Your face fills with heat at the suggestion. The clarity in your head quickly turns to annoyance. 

“Shut up.” 

For another time that night, he complies with your demand. Not without a smug grin of course. He’s being generous in the most irritating way tonight it seems. He thrusts slow and deep to admire where his cock slides in and out of you, entranced by the way your body stretches to accommodate him. You fit him so perfectly that he sees the way your body tries desperately to cling to him and pull him back to where he belongs. 

In an instant, he’s thrusting wildly into you again. It’s aggressive and harsh, and you can just tell your thighs are going to be horribly sore in the morning. Not that you care at the moment though. The want for him to leave his mark on you burns deep in your core. He’s quick to build you back up to the mindless state you’d been in before with the way he pushes your body further and further into the mattress pressed against your back. 

It doesn’t take long for his pace to start shifting and falling out of rhythm. You can tell what’s coming next, and your thighs clamp tight around his hips. He bears further and further down onto you, until his full weight is pressed against your thighs, pinning you in place. You can feel yourself at your limit as well, just teetering on the edge, oh so close to getting your own satisfying end as he is. It hits you hard within a few moments, as does his climax as well. He traps you beneath him and, holding you as still as he can, he finishes inside. 

He’s more vocal than he’s been during the entire night while he cums. He lets out these delicious, rumbling groans against your ear that vibrate in your own chest. Every wave of pleasure in him brings another one of seed being deposited in you and another sound out of his mouth. No other word can better describe how you feel in the moment other than satisfied. Electric shocks run through your own veins with even the slightest movements he makes. He’s right where he belongs, having fucked you good and hard and now filling you up and marking you with his essence. 

After a minute of catching his breath and holding you still, he roughly grabs your jaw and smashes his face into yours. His tongue invades your mouth and gives your bodies another point of contact. You kiss back as agressively as you can muster, but you’re still no match for the intensity Rinne brings to you. Soon you’re both even more out of breath than before and you swear dots dance across your eyes even more noticeably than they did while you were in the throes of pleasure. So much so that you have to push him away before you get too lightheaded and pass out. 

Pulling away, he breathes heavily and stares at you from above, pupils completely dilated and face red and shiny. It wouldn’t be Rinne though if he weren’t quick to gather himself once again and play with you as he did earlier again. 

“How does it feel to be alllllll mine?” he smugly asks, looking down at where your hole barely hangs on to his softening cock which keeps it plugged. 

You debate your answer in your head. To stroke his ego or to egg him further... well, he has been quite well behaved tonight all things considered. 

“...Good.” You admit in a quiet voice 

Predictably, a laugh leaves him, and he gives you a crooked, smug smile.  

Slowly, he pulls his out the last bit of length he had in you, and his cum begins to ooze out, thick and creamy down your thighs. As hot as it is to see, you also know how quickly it’ll turn cold and dry on your skin. You roll over onto your stomach to get on your knees and get off the bed but are quite surprised to feel the soreness of your thighs. Of course they are, with how harsh he was being and how tightly you had clamped them around his body, it’s only natural that they be. 

You try to hide it, though Rinne is a perceptive man and quickly enough, he’s catching on to your plight and laughing at it as he does most things involving you. 

“Well, alright, you’ve been good to me tonight, so I guess I owe you a little bit of attention, huh?” He may mean his words, but the almost taunting lilt to them makes you scrunch up your nose in annoyance at him. 

You debate arguing with him, saying something, anything to defend your pride but... well, maybe Rinne isn’t all that bad a guy, and maybe you should just sit back and make him care for you while he seems to be offering. 

“You do, get me a towel and some water.” 

“Alright alright,” he smacks his thighs pointedly and stands up off the edge of the bed “I’m on it princess, no need to nag.” 

He’s annoying and irritating most of the time but in the end, Rinne is reliable and responsible. No matter what, you can at least trust that he’ll always be there to look out for you, even when it doesn’t seem like it. 

i love it when anons have good timing

[deep-fried-egg]

I need you for the oxytocin

This fic includes: g!p, a/b/o, alpha! Billie, Omega! R, r was a little hesitant at first, cockwarming, rut/heat cycles

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Sometimes being the assistant of a big musician has it's perks! for one you get to meet a famous person and two... you might be able to help them through a very poorly timed rut.

That's actually what happened tonight. I'm pretty nervous since I'll be helping out the most beautiful woman I have ever met. she's got light blue eyes with a darker shade of blue around the edges of her irises. also she recently dyed the roots of her hair bright red! it looks amazing on her.

I can't stop thinking about her either. She is so beautiful and so talented. I'm so lucky to be allowed to be her assistant!

I had to stop her from going out on stage though. I mean she was going to go into rut SOON. I could smell it on her. and she had an extremely long set! I didn't want her to go into rut on stage and embarrass herself. plus I'm sure there is tons of omegas in the crowd that would go crazy if they smelled her going into rut. I just couldn't let her go out there.

I couldn't betray her like that! not after all of there years working together . It was too late for me to turn back. I had already made the decision to go up to her and tell her to stop.

"Hey Billie I- what are you doing?" I had definitely come into her dressing room at the worst time possible. she was grinding up against the handheld mic.

I guess she hadn't realized that I had walked in yet, so I waited for her to smell my presence. then when I noticed she did, I took a small step back. hoping to hide behind the door to give her some space to finish.

As soon as I took a step back she spoke up.

"I can feel you staring. quit it and help me out. aren't you supposed to be my assistant?" The alpha's voice had gotten deeper, more seductive, more... sexual.

She eventually decided to ignore me and started to grind down again, But now she was making a lot more noise than before.

I think the audience wanted to hear her, they must've been really excited. but it didn't seem to matter to her anymore.

"Billie!" I yelled, "What do you think you're doing!?" I grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to move her away from the mic. she shrugged me off.

"Do you not want to help me? do you want me to ask someone else to do it?"

"Fuck it." I replied. I wasn't going to lose this opportunity to touch THE Billie Eilish. So I moved closer to her and grabbed the handheld microphone she was holding and set it on the counter the alpha was sitting on right in front of the big mirror Billie had in her dressing room.

I took my other hand and cupped Billie's cheek. the alpha's face lit up even more. her skin was soft and warm. it felt amazing to be touching her like this.

she put one hand on my hip and brought the other down to her black and white shorts and pulled them down and off without hesitation. she then started to touch her hard cock through her boxers, looking away from me so she can pay attention to her throbbing dick.

I watched as she rubbed her hand over her shaft and slowly started to stroke it.

after a few seconds she paused so she could slip her boxers off too. then she turned back to me with those ocean eyes of hers. she still had one of her hands gripping my hip tightly, she needed something to ground her to reality while she was in this rut. or perhaps it was just another form of control. I couldn't tell. all I could tell was that the scent of her arousal was overpowering me, filling every cell of my body. it was like the air was thick with lust, sex, and raw animal instincts. it was intoxicating.

"Y'know what? I want you to cockwarm me. let me sit down in my chair." Billie said and pushed herself off the table towards her chair where she sat. I immediately followed suit. she looked up at me through her eyelashes, trying to read the look on my face. I just stared right back at her with my mouth agape. it was like I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I quickly regained my composure and undressed so I could slip her twitching dick inside of me. she groaned and ran her hands over my now bare hips making me flinch from how cold her rings felt against my skin.

I placed one hand on the back of her head and I wrapped my other arm around her waist pulling her into me and burying my nose in the crook of her neck. I gripped the back of her

Chicago Bulls jersey and inhaled deeply. She had to go on stage in about 30 minutes so things had to speed up. I knew that she would just take her suppressants after this so I need to enjoy this while it lasts.

"Could you do my hair for me? I don't know what style to do." Billie asked, pulling my head from her neck, "I always end up doing something weird."

"Sure." I answered, reaching around her to grab the elastics she had on the desk behind her. It'll be hard to focus with the way her dick is throbbing inside of me. she leaned back on the chair as I began to put her hair into two messy little buns on each side of her head.

Billie sat patiently as I tied them off. it took me a bit longer than usual, mainly because Billies huge dick inside of me was distracting me from the task at hand.

Billie softly trusted her hips up, pushing her dick deeper into me. I stopped tying the buns and slid my hands over her thighs, gently rubbing

she moaned "Oh, oh, I'm getting close baby. you feel good." she purred.

It seems like shes trying to mess me up at this point. does she want her hair to look bad? or is she just enjoying her current predicament?

Billie continued to buck her hips up, trying to make my job even harder for me. she's clearly trying to distract me. Its working.

Suddenly I felt billies knot slide out, pressing right against my pussy as she tried to shove it inside of me. we didn't have enough time to wait for her knot to go down though! I mean we only have 25 minutes until she needs to go onstage and perform. I didn't have enough time to tell her that though. as soon as I opened my mouth to ask her to not knot me she did the one thing I didn't want her to do. she fucking knotted me.

I felt all of her cum filling me up, going straight into my womb.

Is it too late to tell her that I'm not on birth control...?

[anawrites3]

I got a bit busy today so I wasn't able to finish my piece for day 1 of @omegadickweek but I still wanna share it while on time - so have part 1 here early and I'll post the whole finished thing tomorrow on ao3 (hopefully with another fic for day 2)

Hitting all the prompts this time - Reverse Robin | First heat | Age difference

Gravel shuffled quietly on the roof behind his back and Dick's heart stopped for half of a second. He turned his head to the side, just barely to notice who was standing behind him and-

“Flying alone tonight, little bird?” Slade drawled, lips curled into a wolfish grin.

Tension immediately bleed out of Dick's shoulders. It didn't escape Slade's attention, his single eye flicking over him in a way that made Dick's own lips twitch into a smile.

It probably didn't say anything good about him, that the sight of Deathstroke the Terminator made him relax like that - that he felt relief instead of fear. That he didn't feel the urge to reach for his escrimas, that he didn't focus on Deathstroke entirely, preparing himself for the fight.

Because Slade wasn't like the rest of the rogues Dick usually fought - that's what made Dick so interested. Maybe it was the way Slade could kill him with just a flick of his hand. Maybe it was the way Slade looked at him and saw more, more than just a kid and more than Batman's sidekick. Maybe it was the way Slade, despite being every bit of a villain, of a mercenary and a killer, never lied and had a set of rules he would never break.

And Deathstroke wasn't just some villain, either. He was the most dangerous one, the most lethal of them all.

And for a few months now, he was also Dick's occasional lover.

Bruce would go crazy if he ever learned about it and his brothers would lock him up in the Manor, make sure he never stepped outside again. They were already overprotective, Dick didn't want to know how bad it could get.

Hopefully he’d never know and they all stay blissfully unaware.

“Maybe.” Dick answered with a hum, his gaze returning to the building he was watching before Slade joined him.

Another whisper of gravel and Slade stopped by the edge of the rooftop, right where Dick was crouching. His fingers ran through Dick's hair, pushing the locks away from his forehead and Dick pushed into his touch without thinking.

“Expecting any trouble?” Slade murmured.

He lowered himself to get on Dick's level and a bit of his scent slipped out from behind his uniform. For a moment all the thought escaped Dick's mind, as he smelled the gunpowder combined with spice. It used to burn him in the nose, when he was younger. Nowadays it made him think of soft sheets and black bitter coffee Slade always made for him in the morning.

And now… now the smell seemed stronger than usual. It wasn't… burning, exactly but it still made his nose twitch. It shouldn't feel like this - Slade had his full armor on and the bit of his smell got out only because he wasn't wearing his mask but- it shouldn't make warmth curl inside his stomach the way it was doing.

He forgot Slade even asked him a question, until the alpha wrapped one of his hair strands around his finger and tugged gently.

“Not really.” He rubbed a hand under his nose.

Slade hummed, clearly not believing him. “Is that why you almost jumped out of your skin when you heard me?” He teased.

Dick shrugged, forcing himself to fear his eyes away from the alpha and look at the building again. Two of the guards were standing beside the main entrance, smoking without a word. Quiet, because they weren't meant to leave their post. In about five minutes they will go back inside, as if nothing ever happened - and after another hour they will be back for another smoke.

“Well, you could say that I'm… what's the word? Ah, yes. Grounded.” Dick rolled his eyes, making Slade laugh. “Can you imagine it? They think they can just ground me, like I'm some kid!”

“Aren’t you one, though?” Slade asked, his voice a smooth murmur. Dick could feel his breath on his cheek, as the words danced on his skin. “Just a kid. Baby.”

Dick did everything he could not to show how the word affected him but when he exhaled the next time, it came out just a little bit shaky. Slade had to notice, of course, because the curl of his lips turned into a smirk and he leaned down closer to him, his fingers sliding from Dick’s hair to the back of his neck.

“A-anyway,” He cleared out his throat, doing his best to ignore the touch. He shifted, resting one of his knees on the rough surface of the rooftop but Slade’s hand just followed him. Fucking bastard- “I’m not going to just let them ‘ground me’ when they go out on a patrol themselves. They had no right to ground me in the first place.”

“But you had to do something.” Slade said. His hand was a firm pressure on Dick’s nape, his thumb pressed against Dick’s gland, hidden under his costume and a patch that covered his scent. “You just love getting into trouble. Don’t you, kid?”

Dick shivered, letting out another shaky breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”