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fluloa · 2 years

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I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEYTIRI SMUT??? idk what leads up to idea so imma just jump in.. so yk how neytiri is a badass but she also has a sweet, bashful side to her? i was thinking maybe the reader is more on the dominant side but that specific day, neytiri is like “nawl i wanna be the dominant one rn 🤨” and they kind of have a back and forth where they try to out-dom each other and flirty banter and shit (LMFAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THAT PART) and the reader finally gives in bc they think her determination is hot but the whole time the reader is still praising her 🤭 she has so many layers to her, you could write all types of smut for her frfr.. i’m so in love with her send help 🙏

🦕

p.s.

be the jake to my neytiri? or the other way around i don’t care 😻

YOU HAVE BEEN UP MY FUCKING ASS FOR THIS SO BE GRATEFUL DINO ANON.

You had just arrived back from hunting when finding Neytiri sat down peacefully on your shared rest place, unwinding her braids with fluent fingers. You let your bow slip from your arm and clatter to the ground, sighing in gentle exhaustion as you lean down and kiss your mate on the cheek. “So tired,” you mumble, collapsing beside her as you stretch out your limbs.

“Tired?” Neytiri asks, a soft pout of her lip that has your eyes fluttering open to look up at her. You let your gaze skim over her, black locks of curls out and layering at her shoulders, a beaded neck piece that just skims over her nipples.

“Maybe not that tired.” You murmur, rising up on your elbows, grabbing her lips in a swift kiss. You shift to push her down onto the ground, but she places a hand on your forearm.

“My love, I would like to be in charge,” she says, instead pushing you to the ground.

“Hm,” you tease, dragging a hand up her thigh from below and skimming past her loincloth to glide two fingers up her damp slit. “You sure?”

She responds by gripping at your right thigh, and moving it to sit against her hip. The movement pulls you closer to her, pressing your clothed cunt against her abdomen. You bite the inside of your cheek, skin growing warm.

"I’m very sure." Neytiri whispers, voice luxurious and smooth. She leans back down to you, catching your lips once again.

Her skilled tongue dances against yours, and her hands grab at your hips, pushing them back before pulling them right back onto her stomach. Your pussy pulses, and you blabber against her mouth as your hands find their way up into her wavy, smooth hair.

She moves your hips in an upwards circular emotion, and you let a groan slip, as the scratchy material of your loincloth rubs against your clit. It stung, but it stung so addictively good.

"Want you so bad, now..." you murmur, distorted by her tongue and lips moving swiftly against your own. Her lower body shifts, and tilts upwards, changing the contact from her stomach onto her pussy. Your fingers lock into her raven locks, twisting and tightening on the fluffy threads.

She grinds your clothed cunt against hers, her own breathy moan leaving her. You were practically dripping by now, and you feel a seep of your arousal slip past your bottoms and dribble down your thigh.

Neytiri pulls away to take a deep breath, lips messily wet and puffy. Long bangs of her black hair fall in front of her face, blue skin tinted a purply haze. She looks breath-taking. Your stomach swirls with hot anticipation.

Her eyes run to your thigh, and a shocked giggle becomes from her throat. "My love, you’re so wet."

“Mmph, I’d like to see your pussy then.” You lowly laugh, but it quickly morphs into a hazed gasp when she slides her two fingers upwards along the line of your wetness, gathering it on the pads of them. She pushes the fingers past your lips, a look of curiosity on her face.

You’re surprised by the sudden act of kink, but nonetheless suck on her warm delicate digits, your tongue swirling around them glutton-like. She gently grins, pushing them deeper into your mouth until they reach the back of your tongue.

You try not to automatically gag, eyes still remaining on hers. Then she takes them out, wiping the messy wet fingers on your thigh.

She moves herself downwards, and you gulp when her warm breath fans against your cunt. You lower your head weakly, watching as she sticks her tongue out and looks up to you, slowly flattening her tongue along your slit. Her thick length strokes up your sex, long and slow.

Your hands slap onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you squeak. "A-ah, Neytiri, baby.. you're teasing."

Her tongue presses against your pussy harder, then swirling around your clit threateningly. Her yellow eyes glare into yours.

"I know,” she blunts. She scoops her arms around your thighs swiftly, hands placing on the side of your stomach and thumbs bending into the skin just below your belly button.

Her tongue flicks against your padded cunt again, as her shoulders raise against your thighs, forcefully pushing them higher up. Your fingers dig into the gritty ground beneath you.

You mewl as she angles her tongue to glide amongst the inside of your folds, feathering at sensitive blotches of wet flesh, the tip teasing around your actual entrance. She then hooks her fingers around the underwear, and she pulls them down to your thighs, a slick of your fluid sticking to the material. Soft fingers rake up your slit, gathering wetness on her fingers again.

“Good girl,” you praise, pushing her head up gently into your pussy more. She likes that, because her tail flicks up. You end up pushing her again, but this time it’s to flip her onto her back. She doesn’t even realise what’s going on until you’re untying both your loincloths, kneeling in front of her as you prepare one of her legs to swing over your slim shoulder.

“Ma Y/N…” she begins, not able to hide the moan when you graze your wet pussy along her own.

“I’ll let you connect our tsaheylus, hm? That sound good?” you reason, starting to gently rock your hips. A swing of heat rushes through your stomach, immediate pleasure coming from the movement and you can’t help but sigh.

Neytiri whines, but she can’t get herself to move as you grind your pussy into hers, bumping her clit with smooth, sloppy motions. She starts bucking her hips up into you, earning a surprised gasp from your chest. Her fingers find your waist, and she finds a rough rhythm as her waist wiggles back and forth. Your mouth agapes, and Neytiri lets a grin stretch upon her plump lips.

She takes you aback when she suddenly swings herself over, causing you to tumble to the ground and now, she is on top, angling her hips to yours and—

“Ooh, shit,” you cry out, as Neytiri rocks her cunt along yours and moving her hips up and down throughout it. You feel so good, your clit catching onto hers and your wetness gooing together with hers.

“Mm…” Neytiri smiles, eyes fluttery as she watches your face contort in pleasure. “Feels so good.”

You’re the one that’s fumbling for your tsaheylu, grabbing hers from her back and connecting them in one flustered movement. Bursts of colorful emotion fills you both, the pleasure increased by a hundred and your head digs into the ground, back arching.

It only makes Neytiri strive harder, wrapping an arm around your thigh and now using it as a leverage to move your cunt faster against hers. “Shiiit— doing good. Mhm, doing so good. My beautiful girl,” you rush.

“Mhm,” Neytiri hums gratefully, leaning her face against your leg in the most adorable way as if she isn’t fucking your pussy ferociously right now. Your orgasm’s drawing near, and she knows, and you know hers is too.

“You gonna gush all over me? Please, baby.” You moan, swaying your hips up to meet her messy thrusts. “Need you to.”

“Yes, yes,” she whines. “Want you to come with me. You’re going to.” Her pace picks up a notch, pulling your body up and down forcefully. Goddamn, you would never get over her hidden strength.

The coil in your belly snaps, the wave of ecstasy crashing through your system and racking you completely until you’re left a shaking mess. She finishes right after, hitting you with another wave and you can feel tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, it’s that shockingly good. You chant her name between tiny gasps of air, fingers digging into her skin like if you let go, you’ll lose her.

Neytiri lazily slumps against you when the high’s faded out, circling a finger around your thigh with a loose smirk playing on her lips. “Look at our mess,” she comments, eyes set on the space where your bodies collide.

“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “Who’s gonna clean it up?”

She then presses a thumb at your clit, circling it gently as she watches you gasp in overstimulating horror, preparing you for what seems to be round two. “You are.”

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fauna-flora11 · 2 months

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Oopsies?

By the way : Part 2

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aelin and Rowan hate each others guts...or do they?

Warnings: Swearing, sugestiveness

Word count: 1K ish

Note: Aelin is just as down bad as Rowan

Aelin heaved, looking up at the rest of the wall she had to scale. Why did these gods-damned officials make their houses so long? Tightening up the rope around her waist, Aelin made her way up, and after a while she , finally, finally, made it to the rooftop. Just to find Rowan standing right there, leaning against the wall surrounding it. Aelin glared at him. "Hello Rowan whitethorn-in-my-ass. What do you want?" He snorts, "That's a new one." Aelin squints her eyes and plasters a large frown across her face, making any expression to annoy him. He continues, "What I want is you not to kill anyone who makes the mistake to piss you off, thanks,"

"Why not? It's so fun." She says, a sly expression on her face. "Fun or not, Aelin, it's maybe, I don't know, against the law?"

Aelin just stalks over to the other side of the roof, opposite Rowan and peers down to the city sprawled across. Looking back up, the clouds stop covering the moon, and her breath hitches. The moonlight now shining on him, she can see him perfectly. See him and his gray compression shirt, perfectly. Fuck. Why did he wear it? That was just a jibe, a ruse to keep him distracted. But was it really? She would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't fine some satisfaction in seeing him like that. I mean, who wouldn't!? He was built like a sculpture of the Greek gods, for wryd's sake! It wasn't just her. All the girls loved him. And his body. And his snide remarks whenever he spoke to her.

And his long hair. And how he laughed, a cute, small and breathy chuckle that made her feel like she was going to melt into the ground. Everybody thought of Rowan Whitethorn like that! She fumed, opening her mouth to say something, when they both snapped their head towards the rooftop door, hearing it creak open.

A very sleepy, obviously annoyed, read head clambered out of the stairwell. He held up his hands, "Sorry, if I'm, you know, inturrepting soemthings," His words slurred together, "But who are you, and whatthe absolute fuck are you doing in my house!?" finally. Aelin just smirked at him. "Hello, Arrobynn," In the blink of an eye, Aelin had whirled behind him, effectively locking him in a choke hold, perfectly with a dagger to his neck.

Rowan's absolutely disgusted look almost made her squirm, but she stood her ground, lifted her chin high. She knew who this man was, and what he was doing. Even if no one else did. "Aelin. Let go of him right.now." "No." Rowan moves to take a step towards them, but Aelin presses the blade deeper, drawing a bit of blood. "One more step towards us, white knight, and he's gone." Rowan halts, glowering at her. "Why the fuck are you like this Aelin? I know you have the potential to be a good person, so why do you do this?" Aelin looked at him, determination in her eyes. "You have no right, Rowan, none, to determine whether I am a good person or not. Whether I murder just him, or the whole gods-damned town, you cant tell me my own sense of morality" "Give him back, or I'm calling backup right now. You know how quickly you'll be cornered." Aelin's brows furl in contemplation, but she huffs a sigh. Rowan smiles. She hasn't denied him, it's only a matter of time before she hands him over.

Aelin throws him towards Rowan and she smiles. That's weird. He catches him, hevaing a sigh of relief. Just to find his throat slit, hanging from a thread. She cut him on the knife while throwing him. He opens his mouth to say something, only to find her gone.

Aelin stormed down the streets, her hood covering most of her facial features. Not like her storming gait was inviting anyone body to come near, anyway. She threw open the door to one of her many apartments. A small part of her eased when she found Ansel, Elide, Lysandra and Yrene there. Her group. Manon was off somewhere, so was Nesryn, but she was still happy to see them. Shrugging off her coat, Aelin slumped on a chair, massaging her temples. Ansel looks at her, concern in her eyes. "What's wrong, Ae?" Aelin looks up to find all of them looking at her. "Nothing it's just.." She sighs, leaning her head back onto the back of the chair. Yrene gets up, announcing, "I'll make some tea." Aelin calls a weak 'thanks' after her, and she looks back. "It's just, I know I'm supposed to hate him and all… But sometimes I feel.. Disgusting. Vile, to be honest. No matter what the reasons are, I'm still killing people aren't I? I mean, my literal job is to kill them and take their riches."

Ansel swivels on her wheeled chair."Listen, Aelin. We all know how you are. We all know that what you're doing is right, and no matter what others think you should know what you're doing, and have confidence in it!" Elide nods vigorously, "We also know what types of vile things these men were doing. If he finds out, he'll be on his knees thanking you, and begging for forgiveness." Another image of Rowan on his knees pops into Aelin's head, but she pushes it out to listen to Lysandra, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. Lysandra continues,"I agree! No matter what happens Aelin, know what You're doing is right, and there is absolutely no need, none, to feel ashamed!" Just in time, Yrene returns with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, and hands it to Aelin. Aelin looks around, looking at each face, and feeling a rush of gratitude with each one. She gives them a small, genuine smile." Thank you, everyone. "

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pluralpcs · 1 year

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So You're a Singlet and Want to Play a Plural PC?

We see this come up from time to time. A singlet wants to play a character with "multiple personalities" or something like that.

We think that's really cool! The advice and information on this blog is free for anyone to use to have fun!

But there's likely a few things to consider if you're singular and are trying to play a plural character.

For the Edge!

We are not fans of considering things "cringe". We definitely cause people to cringe at our self expression. Hell, this entire sideblog could wind up on a cringe subreddit some day. So we are not against making "edgy" characters.

But we do have to admit that there are players out there who make characters for what seem to be the sole reason of being edgy. And that in and of itself isn't wrong or bad (we have some real edgelords in our character portfolio). It just happens to be the case that sometimes these players won't mesh well with the rest of their table, or they might stray into the territory of mockery.

Dissociative Identity Disorder and Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder type 1 (or Multiple Personality Disorder if you're getting old school with your language) are stigmatized disorders, which in turn means that there will be players that slap them onto their characters to make the character more tragic, serious, or otherwise edgy. These aren't the only ways to be plural, or for plural characters to exist, but they are probably the most popular depictions.

So it might be tempting to just give a character an edgy alternate personality state. But it's important to not make a caricature. Just like you shouldn't make stereotypes of other identities and disorders, you should be kind with your plural ones. Don't rely on stereotypes or negative media depictions. Consider the fact that DID and OSDD-1 are common enough that you have probably met people with those disorders. Yes it's an extreme disorder for some of us, but for others it's just kinda, part of our lives (and for many it's somewhere in between).

Do Some Research

Simple as. This follows from avoiding stereotypes and caricatures. Look up other plural blogs. Read some threads on r/plurals. Listen to plural folk about our experiences. Hell, if you know some systems maybe talk to them about the idea for a character. Keep an open mind. Be willing to change your concepts about your character and plurality around.

Be a Few Team Players

A lot of advice for working with a group of other players will likely apply well to your plural character. It sucks ass to have that one character that's always trying to roll to pick pocket the other PCs. It still sucks when that character is a headmate of a plural PC. Keep in mind that you're playing a game with a group of other people, even if your playing a group of people sharing a body.

Our best advice for playing plural characters is the same as our general advice to other real life plurals: to think of the collective as being an internal team. Try to make sure that the different headmates of your PC are not at each others' throats constantly. When one headmate makes a promise to another PC, the other headmates should take responsibility with keeping that promise. If your plural PC is adventuring with a group of other PCs, then all of the headmates should be to some extent on board with this.

Of course, this advice can always be broken when it's worth it to the group and the story. Just like it can be fun and narratively appropriate for two PCs to get into a fight with each other, it can be fun and narratively appropriate for two headmates to come into conflict.

Something Special

There's something to be said about wanting to be special. People want to be special. And when they make characters, they want those characters to be special. And oftentimes those things are thrown at people as an accusation to grind them down and make them shut up. But everyone's special. Everyone has a whole ass life that they've lived that has uniqueness and commonality to it.

This is true of PCs as well. If you make a plural character, you're making a character that's special. And so are your singular PCs. It's likely the assumption that your character is singular, so it feels special or rare to make one that's explicitly plural. But all of the characters at your table are in some way special or rare. That's true by virtue of the fact that they're the characters your story and game focuses on.

So if you're playing a plural character, remember that while they are special, they are no more special than the rest of the PCs at the table. Share the spotlight. Engage with each other. Invest in everyone's story. Lift each other up.

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years

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The Wyvern - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Was thinking about Eddie getting inked and this is what came out of it! Major thanks to this post for helping me out so much with the details and specifics!

Summary: Eddie’s thinking about getting a new tattoo and takes the reader along with him. fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, needles and general tattoo-ing related pain

Words: 2.8k

Eddie was good in bed. Not just at anything concerning sex – though he was excellent at that – but even sleeping, cuddling, staring at his ceiling while you got high. Any time you and Eddie lay in bed together, it was wonderful. The familiar smoky smell of the room mixed with the scent that couldn’t be described as anything other than pure Eddie. No lights were on in the whole trailer, the moon peaking in through Eddie’s sheer curtains the only reason you can see your boyfriend’s face as you rest your chin on his chest.

Your finger traces along the demon tattoo right over his heart, nail lightly scratching at the ink strands of the creature’s hair. There must be clouds cluttering the night sky above because the glint of moonlight keeps moving and drawing new shadows along Eddie’s bare skin. The moon decides to shine a spotlight on the tattoo closest to the demon’s head: the black widow spider. You let your fingers walk across the small expanse between the two tattoos, fingers dusting over his collarbone as you start to trace the eight-legged figure.

“Having fun?” Eddie asks as he looks down at you. His hand continues to rub up and down over the thin sheet covering your bare back.

“Mhmm,” you hum back.

Though all time in bed with Eddie was amazing, you thought this was the best. Sated from hours of “playtime” as he often liked to call it, laying in Eddie’s arms after you’ve thoroughly satisfied each other was something you could never get enough of. Sweaty skin having dried against one another, blankets in a tangled mess over his legs and your backside. No sounds but the two of you breathing and the occasional chirp of crickets from the trees not far from the trailer.

“Why a spider?” you ask. Your fingers glide over the hourglass shape on the widow’s back. “Why a black widow?”

“Besides that they’re awesome?” Eddie asks. “Well, their venom is fifteen times stronger than a rattlesnake’s. So, you know, smaller is stronger.”

“Like you?” You grin and use your other hand to pinch Eddie’s small waist. He scoots away from your hand, hating that you often take advantage of his most ticklish spot.

“Shut it. They also have a spider sense. Like Spider-Man. And you know, the comic character Black Widow is pretty hot as well.”

You laugh and nuzzle your nose into his ribs.

“Nerd,” you mumble against his skin.

He huffs a laugh and leans down to press a kiss into your hair. “Not as hot as you, of course.”

“Of course.” You shift onto your side, Eddie adjusting his arm around you to tuck you against the side of his body. Your head nestles perfectly under his chin as your finger continues its ministrations over his skin. The soft skin along his collarbones leads to the blue veins stained purple by the low light of the room. The veins dance down his arm, your finger keeping in step with them to the beat of Eddie’s heart.

“Puppet master,” you mumble as the pad of your forefinger presses into the face of the demon marionette staring at you from Eddie’s forearm.

“That’s probably your hand controlling the puppet,” Eddie says, a smirk quirking at the corners of his mouth. “You pull my strings and I do as you wish.”

With a scoff, you press with your whole palm against the tattoo. “I do not control you! And my nails do not look like that. Those are some creepy ass claws.”

Eddie laughs and nuzzles his nose against your forehead. “I never said you control me. I do everything for you very willingly, my love.”

A noncommittal hum comes from your throat as your hand wanders down to find Eddie’s. He threads your fingers together and lifts your hands to his lips. He presses two kisses against the back of your hand before rubbing his thumb up and down the side. You turn his wrist, causing his arm to tilt in your direction, giving you a better view of the bats flying across his forearm.

“Those are my favorite,” you say. Eddie looks down at the bats then back to you.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile. “I think they’re mine too.”

“Looks hot,” you say.

“I was thinking of getting a new one,” Eddie says. He unlaces your fingers so he can turn fully on his side to come face to face with you. His hand rests on your hip, the bats facing up at the ceiling. “Only trouble is, I’m not sure what I want.”

“You don’t have one for DND,” you point out. “Shouldn’t the ultimate dungeon master with the most sadistic campaigns carry that around like a trophy?”

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I was thinking of that, actually. Gareth said he’s going to get a D20 on the back of his shoulder, but I don’t really want to walk around with dice on me.”

“Yeah, I’d constantly push it and tell you I’m trying to roll the dye,” you say.

“See? Exactly. I have to keep in mind how you might make fun of my tattoos too.”

“I don’t make fun of you.” You pout, brows creasing and bottom lip jutting out. It was the exact expression he wanted to see on your face, and he chuckles in satisfaction.

“I love teasing you,” he says.

“I’ve noticed,” you deadpan. You trace your fingers over the un-inked skin of his triceps. “What about a tattoo here?” You drum your fingers against the skin, letting Eddie know where you were talking about.

“That’s a good spot. Would probably need to be a bigger tattoo, there. Probably around the size of the puppet master.”

“That leaves out a gnome,” you say, making Eddie laugh. The sound still makes your stomach flutter like it’s the first time you’re hearing it. There’s something extra special about it when you’re the reason he’s laughing. A surge of pride at making that beautiful sound come from him.

“I like the idea of a creature, though,” he says. “That’d be sweet.” He turns his head to try to look at his own triceps, seeing if he can picture a magical monster residing there. “It’s got to be something badass.”

“Dragon?” you offer.

He looks back at you and tilts his head from side to side, considering. “Maybe. Is that not too literal though? I might as well get a dungeon tattooed underneath it.”

“Just please not a Demogorgon. They freak me the hell out,” you say.

“Oh, I would never do anything that would make you not want me to take my shirt off.” His smirk makes your cheeks heat, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do that would ever make you want that.

“How about a butterfly?” you ask, trying to take the sting from the blush away. It works as Eddie snorts, resting his forehead against yours. “How about you get one? Right above your ass?”

“You want me to get a tramp stamp?” Eddie can feel you raising your eyebrows as they brush against his own.

“You’d look hot with a tattoo anywhere, babe,” he says. He reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mmm. Maybe. One day.” You shrug and reach up to tap his triceps again. “What about a Jabberwock?”

“Huh, that’s not bad. Also gives a nod to Lewis Carroll.”

“Look at you, reading something besides Tolkien,” you tease, pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Okay, smartass,” he says. He reaches around you to grab your ass, making you squeak and jump in his arms.

“Fine. Oh! What about a snake, that’s kind of close to a drag- No! Wait!”

Eddie widens his eyes at your sudden outburst. He loves how excited and fired up you can get. He loves not being the only loud one in the relationship.

“What’s that thing called?” you ask. “It’s like a dragon, but it’s not. It only has two legs instead of four.”

“Oh, a Wyvern,” Eddie says. “Huh.” You watch his face twist in concentration as he thinks about it. He forehead scrunches and his lips purse together. “I like that. A lot, actually.”

“You don’t need to seem so surprised that I have good ideas,” you say.

He rolls his eyes and digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you even as you try to squirm away from him. Eddie ceases his attack and wraps his arm all the way around your back, pulling you snug against his chest.

When Eddie had gotten his last tattoo, the demon head, you had just started dating. You were the first to see it once he took the bandage off, but you weren’t there when he got it done. This time, he decided he wanted you by his side, if you’d do him the honor of joining him. You weren’t afraid of needles, but no one is a fan of them. Having your ears pierced was the only non-medical interaction you’d ever had with them.

The buzzing sound is the first thing you notice when you step inside the tattoo parlor, hand in hand with Eddie. It sounds like mini saws whirring from all corners of the small shop. It smells sterile, which you note is good. Eddie told you he had gotten all his tattoos here so you knew they must be safe, but it never hurts to be cautious.

“Hey, Eddie!” a voice calls from over near a lounging chair and a table littered with colorful tattoo sample sheets. He’s a man, probably a few years older than you and Eddie, tall and thin, wearing a tight black t-shirt. Both of his arms are covered in tattoo sleeves, ending cleanly at his wrists. His light blonde hair was tussled messily, and a small gold ring hung through one of his nostrils.

“Hey, Sam,” Eddie greets him. He tugs you in the direction of the artist, your eyes roaming around the room, taking in the new atmosphere.

“This must be the girl you’re always waxing poetic about,” Sam says, bringing your full attention to him.

“I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah?” he cuts you off.

“That’s me,” you say. You look over at Eddie, whose ears are turning red. You didn’t know he talked about you so much. “You remember that from the last time Eddie got a tattoo?”

“Oh, I’ve seen Eddie a bunch since then,” he says. He sits down on a stool next to the table, organizing the binders and sheets of paper there.

“Customer of mine, too,” Eddie explains. You nod, just hoping that Sam wasn’t high when he had a needle on anyone’s skin.

“So, what’re we thinking today?” Sam asks, looking back up at Eddie.

Eddie rummages through his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He tosses it to Sam, who unfolds it and looks at Eddie’s rough sketch.

“A Wyvern? Nice. I like it,” Sam says. “Very you. And where we doing it?”

Eddie reluctantly drops your hand to smack the triceps on his right arm. “Right here.”

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

Eddie leans over the table as he and Sam work over the details of the Wyvern. Sam was explaining to him how the curving of the creature would look one way compared to another. Their voices are tuned out as you stand behind Eddie, eyes roving all over the walls. There are pictures from floor to ceiling of works the artists have created. Blooming flowers, religious symbols, cartoon characters, names in swoopy fonts, hearts, skulls. The creativity astounds you as one image never looks like another.

A bell ringing as the front door opens draws your attention to the front of the parlor. There’s a picture of what looks like a young female’s arm held up to show a four-pointed star tattooed on her forearm right next to the neon open sign. You take a few steps toward the photo, tilting your head as you inspect it. Something about the star captures you. It’s simple and small, but so beautiful. You think you would like the lines thinner, maybe stretching a little longer than this girl had gotten. It’s almost like you can feel the sting of the needle on your own forearm as you look at the tattoo. Right hand reaching up, you run your fingers along your left forearm, as if soothing the sting. But your fingers continue upward, until they land on the inside of your wrist. You look down at your own blank skin as your fingers whisper over it.

“Babe?” You startle as Eddie gently grabs your elbow.

“Yeah?” You spin around to face him, blinking a few times to refocus on his face.

He gives you an unsure smile. “You okay? I called your name a few times.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Must’ve zoned out.”

He nods and licks over his lips, his eyes glancing at the photo of the star tattoo behind you before finding your eyes again. “Okay. Well, we’re about to get started. You want to come sit with me?”

“Sure,” you say.

Sam places an extra stool on the other side of the lounge chair, which has been reshaped and extended to look more like a bed since you last were over here. Eddie strips his shirt off and it takes you a moment to realize he’s trying to hand it to you as your eyes scan over his bare torso. He’s smirking as you finally take the shirt. You blush as you realize Sam is also smirking as well as he prepares the tattoo needle. Clearing your throat, you scoot the stool you’ve been given up near where Eddie’s head will be resting. Eddie climbs on and winks at you once he gets himself in position.

“Good to go?” Sam asks.

“Let’s rock and roll,” Eddie says.

The buzzing of the needle starts, and you must wince the same time that Eddie does, the needle first piercing his skin.

“S’okay,” he strains out. You find it ironic that he’s the one on the table and he’s comforting you. His free hand reaches out for yours and you take it in both of yours, placing his shirt in your lap. You thought maybe he needed to squeeze your hand because of the pain, but again, you realize he’s doing this to comfort you, not himself.

You can’t help but smile at him and he smiles in return.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say, still smiling. “You’re just really cute.”

Eddie soon tunes out the pain completely and keeps up steady conversation with you, occasionally letting Sam know he’s okay when he’s asked. It doesn’t take as long as you thought it would and under two hours later, Sam announces that Eddie is all set. Eddie knows the drill for taking care of tattoos while they heal, but Sam still has to go over it with him anyway. You listen as well, determined to make sure that Eddie follows the rules. He’s not going to get an infection on your watch. Once he’s bandaged up and the bill is settled, Eddie walks out of the parlor with you, hand in hand just like you walked in.

“Do you want me to drive?” you ask.

“Nah, I’m good,” Eddie says, flashing you a bright smile. “Want to go get some food? I’m starving.”

“Of course you are,” you say. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Both of you climb into the van and Eddie pulls out of the parking lot. You watch the scenery pass out the window as Eddie’s music plays on the radio. It suddenly goes silent, and you turn your head to see why. Eddie has turned it off, his hand reaching back for the steering wheel.

“So,” he says.

“So,” you repeat, sure he’s got something to say.

“So, you liked the star tattoo?” He looks over and gives you a smirk.

“Oh,” you say, having forgotten all about how it caught your eye. “Yeah, I did. It was pretty.”

“I think it’d look good on you. Maybe your wrist.”

“That’s where I thought, too,” you say.

“You really gonna do it?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe.” You shrug.

“Don’t worry,” he says.

“Huh?”

“I’ll still hold your hand even though you’ll be the one in the chair.” He’s barely containing a laugh. You reach over and swat him on the shoulder, missing where his new tattoo was by three inches.

“I don’t like seeing you in pain!”

“You looked like you were in more pain than I was,” he says.

“Okay fine, next time I won’t care if you’re hurting,” you say. You cross your arms across your chest and stare out the window.

“Aww, baby,” he croons at you. “You know what other tattoo I think would look sexy on you?”

You don’t want to respond, you really don’t. But you can’t help it. Just enough to see him out of the corner of your eye, you turn your head towards him.

“What?” you ask.

He’s trying not to laugh. You’re prepared to hit him on the shoulder again.

“A gnome. Ow! Okay, that one was closer to the tattoo!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #Eddie Munson fic

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namelessbutters-doodles · 2 months

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Just, Feel. 18+ Mdni

Characters : Paul Stanley, Velvet Von Ragnar.

Pairing: Vonstar.

Au: Vampire/Werewolf.

Summary: Hands on cock, leading it again to their ass or pussy to be filled so much with cum, it’ll be gushing from each hole just by pushing the stomach down or squirting it out when they get too full of their lover’s seeds. Producing stains that are impossible to get out even if they were cleaned multiple times from others but this time ... .the stains are permanent.

Not their problem, just the hotel staff's problem.

Nonetheless, mouths went on each other.

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⚠️Warnings: Rough sex, breeding, vaginal sex, anal sex implied, cum inflation, blood, there's so much blood, violent sex, impregnation, blood drinking, bruises, moaning, aftercare, cannibalism, hotel sex, squirting, monsterfucking, gaping holes, pierced dicks, big cocks, etc, Horror, gore, ask to tag!

Note: this is a oneshot~

Comments and Reblogs, are Deeply Appreciated!

AlsoonAo3~

Violent screams of ecstasy fill the destroyed room as a bunch of clothing laid scattered and torn on the floors and chairs leaving a trail in their midst, along with walls having scratches big as godzilla. The wallpapers were torn, almost ripped to shreds as they were hanging by a thread like the tables, the ceilings stained with weird substances while the light was swinging back and forth in a frenzy as more moans and howls filled the steamy atmosphere even further as….

The bed rocked back and forth creating creaking noise in the process, blankets and pillows were either scratched up completely, laying all over the place or were untouched as long knife like nails sunk deep into the nightstand nearby, gripping the wood so viciously it cut through the wood leaving scraps all the way down as a guttural noise of ultimate pleasure was let out and heard. Making the room vibrate as it did and letting the whole world know that someone…..

Was getting there shit rocked…

On the night of the full moon.

Screaming out each time there G-spot was jackhammered into enough they let out a howl of pleasure or squirted all over there lover, sending them into a frenzy of fucking for the next hour or two without a stop, thrusting there monstrous cock deep into there cunt, deep enough they penetrated the cervix thoroughly they went inside the womb. Fucking them faster, nastier, sloppier, anything in between it was rough and hotter than hell on earth.

Splitting there cunt in two, rearranging there guts as the cock slid against there walls, going balls deep as they angled there hips striking the spot that made there lover cry out there name on there pretty lips like a chant, sweat brewed and dripped off there bodies making them gleamed and shine like godless beings. Skins almost sticking to each other from the sweat and hotness, it was a pain to get unstuck but it was so exhilarating when they did, bodies to bodies so close to one another their hands went everywhere on them.

Hands on cock, leading it again to their ass or pussy to be filled so much with cum, it’ll be gushing from each hole just by pushing the stomach down or squirting it out when they get too full of their lover’s seeds. Producing stains that are impossible to get out even if they were cleaned multiple times from others but this time ... .the stains are permanent.

Not their problem, just the hotel staff's problem.

Nonetheless, mouths went on each other. Sucking or nibbling their lips hard enough leaving marks or bruises on them making them bleed thus starting a bloody makeout sesh with another as they explored each other's mouths, tongues twirling around each other. Dancing with the tunes of the past and sometimes the future, swirling and tangling up by accident due to piercings or sharp teeth that almost pierced the tongue making one flinch and the other chuckle in response, getting a special opportunity in advance.

Long snake-like tongue going deep enough down there throat, slurping them down like a snack as a bulge appears from the outside of their skin, almost making them choke as they slurp and slurp as the lover’s eyes went in the back of there head, almost stopping there breathing but just in time for the tongue to leave the throat and go back into the mouth to sloppily taint there lovers mouth with some of there fluids that came from there throat. Moaning and mewling as they were pushed down and up with a force of a thousand arrows as they grabbed onto the breasts of their lover.

Pulling their pierced and bloody tits, twisting them with their finger tips or sometimes mouth. Their fangs penetrate their skin, sucking on them like milk. Tongue licking around or on the tit, biting it making the lover howl out loudly.

‘’Fuck, Baby! Keep going!’’ The lover cried out, ramming their cock into them like a madwoman. Falling back onto their back as her tits were sucked and played with, bruises and marks forming from the teeth and fingers, blood seeping from the tit as the lover drank and moaned out how good the blood taste and how it made them feel as the sounds of smacking flesh intensified as the lover on top bounced up and down on the cock. Taking control, grinding on it roughly as their cunt clenched on it like a lifeline. ‘’STANLEY!!!’’

‘’VELVET!!! LOUDER!!! SAY IT!!! SAY MY NAME!!!’’ Paul screamed, a long wail coming out from his throat as he slammed down her cock thoroughly hard enough as a bull, sending a shock of instant pleasure through to them both as they made the most filthiest sounds together with their movements, voices, and bodies. Their hairs all over the places, bodies covered in more blood and cum than sweat, their eyes so dilated. It made them look like they were high on drugs but instead they were high on each other with how they looked intimately into each other with how their eyes shine when they made eye contact.

Paul with his golden browns, that reminded Velvet of the sun and Velvet with her crimsons, red as the blood that dribbled and squirted from her skin and onto Paul’s face as they made punctures with nails, teeth, piercing and sometimes….

With her cock, that hurt alot when they were going to far but intensely pleasurable when they did go far enough when it’s night like these, in a wrecked hotel room with the windows even open just for fun, which was velvet’s idea to ward or let people know that her creature of the night is taken and is her’s….

Forever.

As she made permanent marks into his neck, grabbing him by the throat. Sunking her teeth into him, blood spurting between her teeth as she deeper and deeper. Letting it trickle down his bruised skin, gallons upon gallons of blood came out, getting it on him and her. Smearing it all over their bodies as they slid against each other, chests rubbing against one another creating friction.

‘’Mommy….’’ Paul shakily moaned, letting out a breath of air. Laying down on Velvet completely, moving his dripping, soaking, bloody cunt up and down on her cock, directly hitting his G-spot with a perfect hit. Moving his hips around with her cock in him, feeling the piercings pierced his raw walls. ‘’Ahhhh~!!!’’ He cried, shaking and whimpering.

Putting his hands on each side of Velvet’s head, facing her down with an intense stare in his eyes that glowed brightly full of desire and lust. Leaning down completely, faces touching, breathing their musky and honey on each other, licking his lips.

Breathing slowly, his dead heart racing like it was alive, fingers gripping into the blankets, flipping his hair back, he looked down and spoke….

‘’I’m not leaving this cock until i know for sure, i'm pregnant with your kits in me.’’

‘’Really, Darling~?’’ Velvet grunted, her hands going on his rump. Placing them on each side of his plump cheeks, gripping his soft and bruised skin. Her teeth shining, leaning up close to him, foreheads touching, glaring into each other’s eyes with such determination it was endearing to say the least. ‘’Your not going to get off my cock, until i make you swollen with my kits?’’ She questioned, grinning.

‘’I planned on it, unless…you have a problem with it….’’ Paul quietly said, almost turning his head away before Velvet turned him back to face her.

‘’Not at all, darling. I would love for you to bear my kits~.’’

‘’Really?’’ Paul asked, eyes widening.

‘’Sure, since we’ve been doing this for a few years now and we’ve been spending time with each other with nobody else in our way, along with….how things between us…have risen quite well…’’ She goes, rolling around. Putting Paul underneath her, her hand went up to his cheek as she caressed it gently, stroking it on the side of his cheek.

‘’I think it’s time to settle down with a lovely vampire like you after all these decades of being alone with no companion by my side or your side….’’

‘’You mean….’’

‘’ I mean it, Stanley. I fucking mean it, i would love to have you by my side and would gladly start a new beginning, a new life and…new decade with you…Mon cheri~.’’

‘’Velvet….’’ Paul goes, eyes widening. Velvet’s hand goes to wipe the bit of tears from his eyes as she kisses it passionately, putting a strand of his dashing curls behind his ears, planting another kiss on him. His lips that were swollen and cut from the makeout sesh beforehand along with the ferocious biting that was inflicted on them both. ‘’I…i…’’

‘’Hmm?’’ Velvet hummed, wrapping her arms around Paul.

‘’I don’t know what to say….’’ Paul said, trailing off a little.

‘’Then don’t say anything, just feel.’’

‘’Feel?’’

‘’Yes, darling….’’

‘’Feel.’’

And feel they did.

Feeling each other’s soul’s intertwined and mingled with one another as there bodies, hands, mouths, everything went all over each other, just feeling each other intimately, intensely and most of all being personal with themselves as they fucked and made loved under the full moon in a hotel on a 13th of a friday night.

Making everyone know from the inside and out, despite the sounds and movements of the lovers, something magical is happening right now and is starting off with a bang…

An explosive bang in fact that Paul spreads his legs so much that Velvet ram into him, thrusting and pounding his pussy while she listened to him speak and cry out with words that almost made her tear up knowing that he knows that they'll be together forever and ever thus giving him the path of not being alone anymore.

Giving him the chance, to have the things he wants and a family he dearly wanted with the person who he dearly loved and gotten to know personally without being afraid by how monstrous they were frightening, demonic, an outcast….

Like he was.

Both of them misunderstand, mistreated by humans or even there own kind before meeting each other and….

Creating a string binding them together, internally and eternally when they first laid eyes on each other on a rainy night that led them to a path they didn’t expect but a path that….

Granted them the future they truly wanted.

The future, as Velvet pulled out as she looked into Paul’s eyes, grabbing his leg, putting it onto her shoulder as she laid on her side by him, prodding his entrance, feeling his bush as she slide up between the walls of his labia, sending a rush of arousal to both of their cores.

Faces red as a cherry, eyes heavy with so much emotion it was unbearable as there breaths get much hotter as there hearts race as one of Paul’s hand goes down to his cunt, sliding it down between his walls, feeling the cock, the piercings and the veins protruding out from within as he rubs his fingers into the skin, picking at it gently and sensually before….

Spreading his folds, making it a big opening as he could with one hand…

Faintly feeling Velvet’s cock inside of him already before it has entered…

Looking at his lover with those doe-like eyes of his…

His mouth opens…

‘’Would you please do the honor of giving me your seed…the seed of the most gorgeous…woman of the world, in my life right now…Mon cher~? Paul asked, sweetly.

Before feeling the tip slid into him, releasing a faint moan.

‘’I would be honored, Darling.’’

‘’Always?’’

‘’Always, besides…are you ready?’’

He nods, she speaks.

‘’Words, baby.’’

‘’Yes, i’m ready…now…’’

‘’Now, what?’’ Velvet grinned, sliding more into him.

‘’Fuck my brains out.’’

‘’Oohhh, i’ll do more than that.’’

‘’And what would that be?’’

Wicked glint glimmered those eyes of her’s as she settled inside of Paul, stroking him gently, nuzzling him and licking him with her tongue….

Slammed into the womb, so hard he saw a quick flash of light as he shivered against her, his mouth widening like O as she slammed and bashed his womb….

Making him totally speechless, while she spoke….

‘’I’ll rock your fucking world, until….’’

Another slam.

‘’I feel….’’

Another slam.

‘’Our kits…’’

Another slam, her hips stuttered.

‘’Being implanted…’’

Another slam, he wailed.

‘’In..’’

She leaned into his face, slamming really hard.

He clenches, she chuckles.

‘’You.’’

Hours came and went in an instant after that, as Paul laid bare naked on the bed covered with cum, blood and sweat as his wounds healed themselves and the cum from his gaping holes were seeping out between his legs, creating a puddle. Staining the bed more, as he breathed slowly from the intensity of the fucking and the full moon that had increased everything in them that made this very night a memorable one.

His cunt was beating harshly, his asshole clenched on nothing but the cum, his eyes were cloudy as a fog, his hand went up and rubbed his stomach. Clearly feeling the cum and the seeds swirling inside of him, fighting each other to get to the egg.

Even in internal, Velvet wants to be first.

‘’So…full..’’ He murmured, laying his head down on the tattered pillow.

‘’And delightful~.’’ Velvet cooed, mysteriously appearing beside him with a box of medicine and bandages along with some spare blankets, pillows and plate full of hearts, lungs and brain that made Paul’s eyes widened. Sitting beside him, she propped him with the pillows she had as she sat the box down beside him, opening it up with her claws.

‘’Exquisite, too~’’ She chirped, picking up scissors, cream and bandages. Seeing the look in Paul’s face.

‘’I know you can heal on your own, but with these you can heal faster.’’

‘’It’s not that.’’

‘’Then, what is it?’’

‘’The hearts.’’ Paul said, before using a whiff of his hand to bring the plate of hearts to himself, flying slowly to him, Velvet watching in awe. She’s used to seeing it by now, but no matter how many times she seen him use his powers, she was always amazed by how elegant and swiftly he did it. She smiled when the plate went in his hands as the heart faintly beat on the plate, blood trickling and dripping from the plate, landing on his legs.

He sniffed, moaning.

‘’It’s fresh.’’

He sniffed again, licking his lips. Grazing against his fangs, as they appeared bloody red, stained with Velvet’s blood, bringing heat to Velvet’s cock.

‘’Taken from someone recently, a few minutes ago.’’

Sniff, sniff.

‘’Pulled out with a monstrous force of a grip.’’

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

‘’To feed their beloved…me~.’’ He grinned, before taking a full whiff of it.

‘’You ate them didn’t you?’’ Paul questioned, watching Velvet wrap the bandages around his legs, before looking up at him with a madly smile. ‘’Were they good?’’

‘’They were delicious but not as delicious as the heart, the liver or the brain but the screams were enlightening~.’’

‘’I bet they were.’’ Paul said, grinning widely before turning away blushing. ‘’I-i-i bet….’’

‘’They were but not as tasteful and gorgeous like you paulie~.’’ She hummed, making him blush as she chuckled. Cleaning his wounds more and more, wrapping his arms and rubbing some medicines into his skin, she sees them starting to heal faster as well Paul bringing more plates by his and her side.

Lining them up, along with two empty wine bottles.

‘’And you too, my lady~.’’ Paul said, holding up a wine bottle to Velvet as she grabbed it.

‘’Cheers to that~’’

‘’No…Cheers....’’ Paul spoke, grabbing the brain thus holding it above the two wine glasses, smashing and crushing it with his hands, the juice spilled and filled the wine glasses all the way to the top, almost overflowing it. Creating a rotten smell that would disgust humans, brought a erotic smell to the couple, stomachs growling and eyes dilated.

Kissing each other quickly, before clinking their glasses together.

‘’To the new year.’’

They declared, drinking the juice.

‘’To the world…’’

She grabbed the heart, he leaned in.

‘’To Us.’’

Sinking both of their fangs into the heart, thus letting it go into their mouths as it took….

It's last and final beat….

As the clock strikes….

Midnight.

Been having a hard time trying to figure out what to write lately due to some writer's block and the heatwave, but luckily I managed to whip something quickly on this lovely Friday(I was busy yesterday couldn't post it XD), so I hope you like this bloody story and the mess of it all!

it may be tad violent, but hopefully it's not too violent....so...

Bon appetite~!

Tagging a few for this one - @angelbambisworld @spacedoutman

@sagii24 @insanityisdivine

@genesstankycodpiece

@sluttery-withoutshame

@vinniesasslicker1

@ravenh37

@whateverhappenedididnotdoit

and to anyone else who may stumbled upon this, I wish you luck!

Love, Butters!

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#butters speaking #kiss #kiss band #kiss army #kissblr #paul stanley #velvet von ragnar #never too young to die #Velvet/Paul #Velvet x Paul #kiss oneshot #oneshot #kiss fanfiction #vonstar

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide.

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?”

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked.

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again.

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made.

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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.

Keigo stood just outside.

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.

I’ll make this good for him.

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down.

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.��

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.

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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.

For once.

#salem writes #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x y/n #feral hawks #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #hawks smut #hawks #takami keigo #keigo x y/n #reader x hawks #you x hawks #dont call me a furry for this one but damn im tredding the line #bnha smut

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our final night alive (simon kalivoda x reader)

summary: the reader and simon are in the bathroom together before it all goes down. and hey, since all their friends are going to “pound-town” as simon would call it, why shouldn’t they?

a/n: i just watched fear street 1994 on netflix and totally fell in love with simon, so i wrote this. i promise i’m working on the requests in my inbox as well, i just had to get this idea out while it was fresh.

words: 1,740

While Kate and Josh go into the girl’s bathroom, you and Simon figure it’s best to leave them alone. So, you follow Simon into the boy’s room, the clothes you’d snatched from the lost and found clutched tightly in your hands.

“Hey, I’ll trade you this Iron Maiden t-shirt for the cardigan,” Simon grins.

“You want to wear this thing?” you ask, raising a brow and holding up the blue knitted nightmare in your hands. You can already tell how itchy the fabric would be against your skin.

Simon nods. “I think it would really accentuate my shoulders. I’ve been told they’re my best feature,” he says, winking.

“Whoever told you that was a liar,” you reply, but toss him the cardigan anyway.

He catches it easily, then tosses you the t-shirt in return.

He wastes no time in pulling the white t-shirt over his head, and you’re thankful to see it gone. It was bad enough that he’d been wearing it for all that time, regardless of the blood stains. You avert your eyes as he strips off his jeans as well.

“Nice tighty-whities,” you mutter.

Simon snorts. “Sorry for putting practicality over fashion.”

“Says the guy putting on a girl’s cardigan to fight monsters.”

“Touché.”

You turn to face the wall, pulling your own shirt over your head, checking your torso quickly for any traces of blood. Finding none, you pull the new t-shirt on.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realize Simon still isn’t making an effort to get dressed. Instead, he’s checking himself out in the mirror, and you can’t tell if he’s goofing off or actually looking for any stains to wash off of his skin.

“You have some blood on your back,” you tell him. “Can’t tell if it’s Sam’s or yours, but better safe than sorry.”

Simon looks in the mirror, tilting his head to catch a glimpse, and furrows his brows. “I don’t see it. Help me out?”

You grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and wet them under the sink. “Turn around.”

He does so, and you find the blood in question and wipe it off.

He jumps under the touch. “You couldn’t have used warm water?” he asks, difficult as always.

“I could let this sink run for five minutes and it’d be warm at best,” you reply. “You think this place has the budget for hot water?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so.”

There’s a pause, and you’re still standing behind him, your eyes scanning over the pale expanse of his back, taking in each freckle. His shoulders were pretty nice, actually.

“You know you’ve gotta change your pants, too,” he says.

“Oh, right,” you say, cheeks burning. You go back to the pile of your things. When you look up, he’s watching you. “Am I allowed a little privacy?” you ask.

He smiles. “You could go into the stall.”

You roll your eyes. “Or you could turn around and not be a pervert.”

“Hey, you already saw me in my underwear,” he points out.

You scowl at him, then hook your thumbs into the waist of your pants and pull them down in a quick, fluid motion. You toe off your shoes to take them off entirely, leaving them on the tiled floor. “Happy?” you ask.

His smile fades. “What happened to your thigh?”

You look down and see the injury he’s referring to. Honestly, you’d been so caught up in everything going on, you’d barely noticed the shallow gash in your skin, but now that it was brought to the forefront of your mind, the dull ache began to settle.

“I don’t know,” you reply. “I guess one of those psychos grazed me.”

Simon takes another wad of paper towels. “May I?” he asks.

You nod, and he dampens them under the faucet. “Come put your leg up to the sink.”

You do as he says, wincing at the first contact he makes with it.

“Sorry,” he practically whispers. “I don’t have anything to bandage it up with, but the least we can do is get it clean, okay?”

“Okay.”

His face is close to your bare leg, making goosebumps rise where his nose and lips brush the skin. He’s gentle with you, one hand holding your leg steady while the other dabs at the wound tenderly, and you watch as the red mess slowly begins to clear up, leaving the wound still open but no longer bleeding.

“There, that should be better,” he says. “When we find the others, maybe they’ll have something to patch you up with.”

“Thanks.”

You place both feet back on the ground, standing before Simon, both partially undressed (him more than you) and trying to hide the feelings of terror in both of your chests.

“Do you think Deena and Sam are gonna make up?” you ask. “Oh, I think they’re probably fucking as we speak,” he replies.

You give him a light smack to the back of his head. “You’ve got such a dirty mind.”

“I’m serious! Kate and Josh are probably doing it, too. The whole last-night-on-earth thing gets people horny, don’t you know?”

“Oh, so we’re all gonna be killed by some freaks, so we should be banging?” you ask.

“Are you asking in general, or about us?”

You pause. “Both.”

His cheeks flush pink, and you swear it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him embarrassed. “In general, yeah, I think it’s human instinct to seek out some pleasure before the end. As for us, well...If you’re down, I’m down.”

You stare at him for a second. “Really?”

“Only if you want to, I mean—”

You grab him by the shoulders and kiss him, effectively cutting off his rambling.

In no time, he’s pushed your back against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom, kissing you back fevertently. You thread your fingers through his blond curls, and he sighs against your lips.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, breathless.

You nod, and he brings a hand between your legs, fingers running over your underwear teasing, making you shiver.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“I’ve never done this before,” he says, unable to meet your eye. “But I have a pretty good idea of what to do.”

“Me either,” you tell him. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

He nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this time rubbing you through your panties. You whine softly into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?”

“Try doing it a little gentler—oh, yes, like that…”

You can feel his hard cock against your belly as he reaches his hand down the front of your underwear. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes, it’s fine.”

Carefully, he finds your hole and presses one finger inside, making you clench nervously at first.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Try to relax for me,” he all but coos in your ear, and you do so.

He lets his finger slowly curl and uncurl inside you, stretching you out.

“Do you want to…?” you ask.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says, knowing exactly what you were going to ask.

“Well, if you get me pregnant, we’ll probably be dead before it’s even got arms and legs.”

He chuckles, and you appreciate that he’s able to find humor in the fucked up things, just like you.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He yanks down his underwear, and while you’d teased him about it before, the tight, white fabric didn’t leave much to the imagination. Simon wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up, bringing you over to the sink and sitting you down on the brim of it.

“There’s no way this thing is gonna hold us,” you say.

“If we break it, we’ll be dead before they make us pay for the damages,” he replies, and you laugh.

He makes quick work of pulling your panties down, and they fall to the floor as he parts your knees. “Please tell me if I hurt you,” he says. “I want it to feel good.”

You nod. “I promise.”

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his hips forward. He misses the first time, sort of poking the head of his cock into the crease of your thigh, and you both chuckle awkwardly at the mishap. The second time, he gets closer, but his cock slides upward and between your folds, making your legs jerk in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

The third time, he succeeds, and the initial stretch of his head entering you makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Should I stay still for a sec? Let you adjust?”

You nod, and so he does.

“You can move now.”

Slowly, he rocks his hips forward, and you manage to take more of him. Without you asking, he waits again, letting you get used to the feeling.

Your nails dig into his back. “You can go, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Simon, I’m sure,” you reply.

“Alright, I’m just double-checking!”

He fucks you carefully, his own movements a bit robotic at first, but when you pull him close to lock your lips together once again, he falls into a rhythm, and your ass hurts from sitting on the stupid sink, but he feels so good, his hot breath tickling your neck as he fucks you.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I’m already—”

“It’s fine, don’t apologize. You can come, just try to pull out,” you say.

He nods, and you can see him scrunching up his face, trying to gain some control and keep from cumming. It doesn’t make him last much longer, and he pulls out just in time, and you scoot to the side in a hurry, his come landing in the basin of the sink.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes. “I’m sorry, I can try to finger you again, or something.”

You laugh. “Simon, it’s fine. Some dudes would have come just from seeing me in my underwear. It’s fine.”

He nods, and his forehead is slightly sweaty, hair sticking to it, and his cheeks are flushed.

“I feel bad if you die and I didn’t give you an orgasm,” he says.

“Well then let’s both try our hardest not to die, and you can give me one another time. Deal?”

He grins. “Deal.”

#simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda x reader #fear street 1994 #fear street #simon fear street #fear street netflix #horror movie imagine #horror movie reader insert #horror movies #horror reader insert

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Fluffy Friday. Being a long time friend of Street and he convinces you to be his fake girlfriend to make Chris jealous

loveeee this // category: fake dating

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“C’mon.” Street followed you into the locker room. “Do me this favour, how many times have I covered your ass with Hondo?” he begs you, sitting on the bench as you open your locker.

“That was once and who’s fault was that? You’re the one that insisted on doing shots the night before.” you roll your eyes at the man as you changed your clothes.

You were standing in the locker room with just your jeans on, rubbing the lotion onto your arms. “I can feel you staring James.” You hum, and he looks away blushing.

“Okay but will you just help me out? She won’t even look at me, y/n. Please?” You knew Street was pining over Chris but Chris wasn't stupid, she knows that you two are close friends and nothing more.

You sigh, turning to the man. “Fine, but you owe me.” you tell him, pulling on your shirt. Jim pulls you into a hug. “Thank you.”

The two of you arrived at Deacon’s house a few minutes after the others. Annie opens the door and lets you two in, telling you both how everyone is outside. You follow her out but not before you grab Street’s hand, interlocking fingers with him.

“Hey!” Deacon smiled at you both as you sit down next to each other. The team shared some looks as Street puts his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

You two were close, affectionate too but never in front of the team so it was odd for them to see you two like that.

You reach for a thread on Street’s shirt, pulling it off. He glances down at your hand and then looks at you, smiling lovingly. Deacon can’t help but glance at Chris, her focus on you two.

He clears his throat, “you two want a beer?”

“Yeah,” Street smiles, “want one babe?” he asks you and you shook your head. “I’ll just have a sip of yours, I don't want a whole one.”

Deacon hands a beer to Street before walking off to help Annie with something. “So, how was the drive over? Y’all take y/n’s car?” Luca asks and you shook your head.

“Jimmy’s bike.” you tell him. Hondo’s brows furrow, “he can barely fit on there, how’d two of you manage that?”

“Just sat real close.” Street answers, taking a swing of the beer before handing it to you.

Hondo nods, humming. All focus moves to Chris when she suddenly shifts in her seat, the chair making little creak. Street leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispering. “Think it’s working?”

You hum, standing. “I’m gonna go see if Annie needs any help,” you say to Street, your hand cupping his cheek before you lean down and give him a kiss.

“Shout if you need me, baby.” you flash the man a smile before walking off towards the house.

#fun fact I didn't know his first name was James until I googled it LMAO #jim street #jim street x reader #fluffy fridays

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luveline · 3 years

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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

<3<3<3

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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Chris Evans x virgin!reader

This isn't a series (yet), just the first one shot from the same mini verse. You don't need to read part 2, but you can!

>Part 2>

Warnings: 18+ readers, smut, swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, breast play?, loss of virginity, protected!sex, m/f, age gap but not specified (reader of age)

Chris was in love with you. As he sat watching you talk to his mother and his family throughout the night, smiling and laughing, having light debates and being your general wonderful self, Chris realised, even though your relationship with Chris was farly new, he loved you.

You'd only lived in Boston about a year or so, and as a way to make friends after a couple of months, your neighbours invited you to a BBQ. That's where you met Chris' brother, Scott. Over the following months your friendship grew and before you knew it, Scott had convinced you to let him set you up on a date with his brother. It was definitely a shock when you walked into the coffee shop and realised who exactly Scott's brother, and your date was.

"Would you like to come in?" You whispered against Chris' lips as the two of you stood at your front door later that night.

Chris pulled back from you with a lazy smile, brushing his fingers against your forehead, moving your hair. "It's getting late, sweetheart."

You nodded, "I know, but, I thought you could, maybe, spend the night." You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I, I've been thinking... That, I... I'm ready." You whispered, your fingers stroking over Chris' chest.

Chris' eyes widen at first in surprise before he broke out into a softer smile. "You serious, baby girl? I don't want you doing this for me."

You shook your head, "No, I know, but... Tonight, meeting your family and seeing the way you kept, smiling at me," You blushed, smiling bashfully at him as Chris also blushed. He hadn't thought you'd noticed him. "It made me realise that, I... Want to share this, first, with you, and no one else... I, love you, Chris."

Chris' heart filled with so much love and his eyes watered as he broke out into a giant grin. He reached up and cupped your face, crashing his lips against yours in a loving kiss, pressing you against your front door. He pulled back with a satisfied hum, making you giggle at him. "I love you too." He whispered.

You nodded, reaching up to brush his small tears away. "Will you come in?"

Chris nodded, "Of course, baby." He leaned in to give you one final kiss before allowing you to open the door.

You stepped inside, only for to Chris quickly bend down and pick you up bridal style, kicking the door shut.

"A bit of warning would have been nice." You playfully scolded Chris, giggling as he carried you.

"I'm being romantic." He chuckled. He carried you into your bedroom and gently placed you back on your feet. He carefully reached up and held your face between his large hands as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a loving kiss. He pulled back with a smile, "We can go as slow or as fast as you like, baby. Okay?"

You nodded with a smile, "Okay."

With one more kiss, together you began to undress. Every other piece of clothing you'd share a kiss or press one to a newly exposed piece of skin. Your fingertips trailed across Chris' chest and over his shoulders as Chris ran his hands over your waist and up your back. With ease, Chris unclipped your bra, letting your breasts fall free.

Your head fell back as Chris cupped each of your breasts, leaning down and kissing your neck in the right spot, making you moan.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He let out a breathy moan against your neck. He moved his head and flicked his tongue over one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Oh," Your mouth fell open as you threaded your fingers through his hair. "Chris,"

He stood up straight with a smile. "Can I taste you, baby?"

"Always." You grinned up at him excitedly.

You may be a virgin, but you weren't a prude. You and Chris had shared quite a few intermet moments with each other. You'd had the pleasure of not only having Chris' mouth bringing you pleasure, but you'd also brought him pleasure with yours.

Chris carefully laid you down on your bed before pulling your already damp panties off, throwing them over his shoulder with a smirk. "So, beautiful." He pushed your knees apart and leaned in, running his tongue up the length of your slit.

Chris slowly licked and sucked your core, moaning against you as he enjoyed his most favorite meal, his large ehamds kneading your thighs. Your eyes rolled back and your fingers tugged at Chris' hair. His tongue swirled around your clit before dipping inside your dripping slit, tongue fucking you as his fingers dug into the round of your ass cheeks.

A deep, drawn out moan left your mouth as Chris sucked your clit between his pink lips as he inserted two of his thick fingers.

"Fuck, baby," Chris moaned against you, "I love your pussy."

"Chris, I-" Your back arched as you pushed Chris' face closer to you. Your eyes rolled back as Chris fingered you and sucked your clit hard. "Yes!" You cried out, cuming hard around Chris' fingers.

Chris drank everything up, loving your sweet taste. You let out a soft whimper as Chris withdrew his fingers. "Good girl," He smiled breathlessly as he took in your post-orgasmic state. "How you feel, baby?"

You hummed, stretching your arms up and ran your fingers through your hair, grinning to yourself. "Wonderful." You let out a small giggle.

Chris grinned down at you. "Want to carry on, sweetheart? We don't hav-"

"Please!" You pushed yourself up, sliding your hand over his shoulder and up the back of his neck. "I need you." You whispered.

Chris smiled lovingly before pressing his lips against yours. "You've got me." He whispered then crashed his lips against yours. It was all tongue and teeth as he laid you back down, his large hands holding you.

Your gaze burned into Chris' skin as you watched him rid himself of his boxers before moving over to your bedside table to grab the condoms you bought in preparation. Your mouth watered at the sight of him handling himself.

"You're drooling, doll." Chris smirked as he settled between your legs.

You shut your mouth quickly and looked away, feeling your face begin to blush.

Chris pinched your chin and raised your head so you'd look at him. "Ready, baby?" He whispered, lightly kissing the corner of your lips.

You nodded, "Ready." You panted.

Chris pressed his lips firmly against yours before slipping his tongue between your lips. As he devoured your mouth, trailing his finger tips down your neck and down the front of your chest teasingly slow, he used his other hand to guide his hard cock between your lower lips.

"Shh," Chris whispered as the head of his cock pushing inside you. You let out a startled gasp. He could feel your whole body tense. "I need ya' to relax, baby." He whispered and slowly trailed his lips across your cheek and below your ear.

Chris knew where to kiss to make your body tingle. He ran his tongue up the length of your neck before he lightly bit and sucked, leaving marks across your skin. He smirked victoriously as you moaned, relaxing under him and arched your back, allowing to sink further inside your wet core.

Chris held you close, all the time kissing and whispering praises in your ear. Slowly, you felt the pain subside and the pleasure build deep inside you. You both let out a deep, pleasured moans as he settled himself fully inside you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so fucking tight." Chris pressed his face against the side of your face. "Tell me when you're ready, baby."

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Okay..." You let out a soft sigh, squeezing your arms around Chris' body. "You can move." You whispered, pressing your lips against the side of Chris' face. "Please,"

As Chris began to pull his thick cock out of your warmth, you squeezed your thighs around his waist and dug your nails into skin, you could feel every inch of him. Chris soothed you with praises, pressing his plump lips against your temple as your moans got a little breathier.

"Fuck, baby," He panted, "Feel s'good..."

"M-more... Please, Chris," You moaned quietly.

"What?" He pushed himself up so he could see your pretty face. He watched your mouth fall open as he pushed a little harder, "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

You moaned, lifting your hips to meet Chris'. "More, please."

Chris pushed himself up so he was hovering above you, spreading his knees so he pushed your legs closer to your chest before slowly picking up the pace.

"Fuck!" You cried out, your hands wrapping around Chris' wrists as he began to fuck you.

"Open your eyes." Chris spoke firmly. Your eyes shot open and met his lust blown gaze. "Good girl." He smirked. The new dynamic caused your pussy to clench around Chris' cock. "Oh... Fuck, you like that, hmm?" He pushed a little harder.

You nodded biting your bottom lip.

Chris' eyes fell to your chest as your tits bounced with his harsh thrusts. He licked his lips and looked back up as your mouth fell open and let out a strangled gasp. Your walls tightened around him again.

"God damn!" Chris barked. His breath caught in his throat as you ran a hand down his side and over his hip until you let it rest on his ass cheek. "Feel good, baby?"

"Yes..." You slipped your other hand behind his hand and pulled him down into a passionate kiss that was all tongue and teeth.

Chris blindly slipped a hand between your bodies and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit. Your nails dug into his skin as you pulled back and cried out pleasure. Your walls clamping around his cock as you came. Chris' face contorted in pleasure as he delivered a couple more harsher thrusts, working you through your orgasm before he came.

You weren't sure how long the two of you laid tangled in your sheets. You didn't care. You were happy, and content on just being there with Chris.

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