#my face is a little swollen and my mouth aches but other than that I’m doing okay 👍

[ghostdrinkssoup]

I got my wisdom teeth surgically removed yesterday and when I woke up I greeted the nurse in spanish rather than english 😭😭

[neopuppy]

Angel Baby (M)

pairing. alpha Jaemin x pregnant female omega reader

genre. *gasp* and they were neighbors AU, non-traditional ABO, single & pregnant y/n, fluff, smut, M/F

warnings. profanity, alpha/omega dynamics, ‘pup’ instead of ‘baby’, possible inaccuracies(writer has absolutely never been pregnant), pregnancy aches & cravings, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8000

now playing. angel baby//Troye Sivan

smut warnings. unprotected sex, pregnant sex, lactation, use of ‘mama’ and ‘mommy’, breast fondling, fingering, oral, slick, painful orgasm(for Jaemin), etc

a/n. wanted to title this fic Orgasm Donor sooooooo bad, but tumblr whack these days

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“You know even though this is my first pregnancy, it’s not that bad.” You proudly nod, dipping another blue cheese filled olive into a cup of hazelnut spread. “I haven’t even been having those weird cravings everyones always going on about.”

Jaemin stops working on setting up his old coffee machine, shifting his gaze to watch you pop another olive coated with sweet cream in your mouth before you struggle to open a jar of pickles. “No weird cravings?”

“Nope.” You shrug, smiling triumphantly only to quickly fall into a frown as you squeeze around the jar more without budge. 

He hums, twisting around to grab the jar from your hands and open it himself, nodding and smiling as he passes it back to you. You thank him, whispering that you could have opened it before continuing to munch and dunk a pickle into the spread and proceed to pour coconut shavings on it. “That’s a good thing. What about that uh, morning sickness?”

“Haven’t really had that either.” You murmur between bites, lifting your hand to cover your mouth, your other reaching to rub your stomach. “Means I’m going to have a very sweet and calm pup.”

“How’s your back feeling today?” He asks, thinking about how you’d hissed and made a pained face yesterday while trying to pick up a basket of laundry. 

“Oh it’s..” putting on a smile, you wave him off. “—It’s fine, the doctor said my last trimester would be the hardest on my body.”

Jaemin turns back around to set the water cartridge in place for the coffee machine. He wants to add that your doctor also recommended staying off your feet, massages since you need to avoid hot water, and while it may be uncomfortable- try to stay off your back while sleeping. You always managed to change the subject whenever he attempted to mention a spa day to pamper yourself, or even offered his own hands to knead your tired feet.

“Offer still stands.” He reminds you, running the machine to clean it out. It’s only fair he sets it up anyway. It’s for him, since he’s been staying at your apartment longer than his own these days. “What about your Gochujang cravings?”

You instantly shy away, hiding your face to your shoulder demurely. The reminder of why and how Jaemin’s become such an integral part of your daily life always makes you feel embarrassed. “The tub I stole from you is nearly empty.”

“I’ll have to get you more next time I go to the store.”

Jaemin, while fond of the memory, also recalls it with embarrassment. It was 3 in the morning when he heard repeated light knocks that quickly escalated to heavier more determined knocks. He stumbled out of bed reaching for a hoodie to throw on and cover up his bare chest, slowly trudging down the hallway from his bedroom to the front door. “Yeah yeah, hold on.”

With half asleep swollen eyes he opened the door to find you frantic, eyes blown wide and your hands clasped together under your stomach smiling at him nervously. “I’m so so so sorry about this.”

He quickly snapped awake upon seeing your panicked expression, standing up straight and rubbing his sleep tired eyes. “It’s fine, seriously. Is it the pup?? Are you okay??”

“No no, pups fine..” you trail off, laughing anxiously. “My grocery order was missing a few items and you see.. I’m eating some apples, a little late night snack..”

Jaemin nods confused, relieved that your water didn’t break early or something. “My delivery person refunded the Gochujang I ordered. I guess they were out at the store.” You explain, feeling silly and terrible at the same time for waking your neighbor over this. You hardly even know him beyond the first run-in you had the day you moved in. “I was just wondering if maybe you have any to spare? If not it’s okay. I’m seriously sorry, I thought about texting you, but I don’t have your number.” 

He perks up at the mention of Gochujang, squinting at the idea of needing chili pepper paste for your apples. “I do have some actually. I just went to the market a few days ago. Here, why don’t you come in for a minute while I grab it.”

“Are you sure? I can just be on my way, and bring you back the container tomorrow..”

“No no, it’s fine.” He yawns, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen. “So, apples and Gochujang?”

“It’s sooo good, the hint of spice really pairs well with the crunch.” 

“Should you be eating something this spicy, uh, right now?” He questions, wondering if that’s good for a baby, mentally noting to look that up online later.

“Oh, I love a little spice.” You nod, looking him over now under the kitchen light. “Nice sweater..”

Jaemin makes a confused sound, shutting the fridge to look down at himself with a container of Gochujang in hand. “Oh..” he tries to smile when you snort, rubbing his free hand down the large bold black letters reading ‘Orgasm Donor’ on the white hoodie. “It was a joke gift from my friends.. I didn’t uh..”

“Is it true?” You ask coyly, glancing away when he looks at you surprised.

“Is what true?” He retorts, not awake enough to catch the way you grin and shyly bite your thumb nail.

“Are you charitable?”

He’s struck for a minute, blinking slowly in disbelief that the cutest pregnant Omega he’s ever seen is currently standing in his kitchen at 3 in the morning desperate for chili paste to eat with her apples flirting with him? The same Omega he watches waddle through the halls after picking up her mail leaving behind the softest traces of fresh whipped creamy milk? The same one he couldn’t help but notice had no mating mark adorning her long beautiful much too bare neck? 

Peering bewildered from the front of his hood back to you more than a few times, he gapes like a fish, lifting up the tub of Gojuchang. “Yeah, anything you need, I’m always an apartment away. I work from home now too so don’t worry about showing up whenever you want, I’ll give you anything you want.” He says too eagerly, stepping forward with a smile. “Like this chili paste.”

What are the chances you show up at his door like a glowing dream, leaving your warm milky scent behind that softly carries him back to his dreams. Dreams full of you, your smile when he passes by, the cute way you struggle to bend over and frown because your belly has just gotten too big.

He could tell after that you needed more help than you were willing to let on, especially by the number of packages showing up at your doorstep varying from small to way too large for you to be handling on your own.

“Hey, remember when I said you can come to me for anything?” He said approaching you attempting to push a new extra large package through your door. “I meant anything, consider me your new delivery man, alright?”

“Ah, you really don’t have to. I still owe you for the Gojuchang..” the same paste you shamelessly never returned- that Jaemin would never ask you to bring back anyway. 

“You don’t owe me anything.” He always made sure to reassure you with a large smile, removing his shoes as he entered your apartment and asked for directions.

“It’s a new drawer for the baby.” You said, motioning toward the spare bedroom you’d begun to decorate. From that day he refused to let you handle any furniture building on your own, to the point that he felt invasive for barging into your life this way. 

The few comments you made here and there gave him enough hint that you’re on your own. No Omega soon to give birth should be alone, this is one of the most vulnerable times you will ever experience in your life. Besides, he likes helping you. He loves to hear you gasp when he effortlessly picks up the new crib you ordered, loves to hear your comments about how strong he is. Loves to still have your scent swarming around his head when he returns back to his apartment, and he really really loves being around you.

That’s why a coffee machine in your apartment has become necessary. After a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he’s already on the way out, taking a few short steps to your place.

“Good morning.”

It’s become your normal day, sitting around on the couch watching lamaze videos as you practice your breathing. Jaemin’s changed his schedule around to fit your lifestyle. You have no idea how you got lucky enough to move in next door to a not only ridiculously handsome and helpful Alpha, but an extremely polite and giving one at that. 

The nurses at your clinic always blush and giggle while he waits for you, drooling over the good looking built Alpha without a trace of mating mark on his skin. They’ve made a few comments to you, curious about him, curious about your relationship with him.

He’s not your Alpha, even if your Omega has started to believe so. How can you not with his constant concern for your wellbeing? The random gifts he brings to you, trying to pass them off as something he saw on his way home even though you saw the packages waiting at his door. He’s really been there for you, more caring than any Alpha you’ve been with before; including the absent one-night stand you had that wanted nothing to do with you when you contacted him to let him know. 

Sure, the predicament you’ve ended up in isn’t the best, but as you fold new onesies and put away matching pacifiers you can’t find the will to be upset with your decision, even if this isn’t the way you imagined your future to unfold.

“How are you feeling today?”

He’s been repositioning the furniture that’s already set-up in the pups future room, finding where you’d like the crib to be placed before working on building your new items. “Still having trouble sleeping?”

Yes, sleeping has been rather difficult. It’s been months now since your last heat. 9 months to be exact, landing yourself where you are now after the wild excursions your last put you through. Throwing up, swollen feet, random cravings, and an aching back can’t nearly compare to how insanely frustrating it is to lose sleep. The push and pull happening between your thighs to your brain always hits at night. It started after the month you first moved in, the dreams that had you waking up soaked with slick.

Your physician had explained that they would only get worse, seeing as Omegas typically have an Alpha to handle those issues. The pregnancy suppressing your heat in turn makes your hormones 100 times worse. 

And that is where Jaemin comes in, you tried to avoid him and keep your distance, but he’s just too damn nice. Making it impossible to turn down the Alphas unwarranted help, never asking anything of you in return, he simply wants to help.

After that night of craving chili paste, you solemnly patted your way back to your apartment, pathetically frowning at the tub of Gochujang you’d been craving.

Orgasm Donor?!? You could scream! The sexiest Alpha you’ve ever seen right next door in nothing but his boxers and a ridiculous sweater, it took all of the strength you could muster up from the moon Goddess herself to clamp your thighs shut and strain your muscles to not drip slick right there in his kitchen. 

The Alpha had to know by now how dizzy his presence alone makes you. Having to sit down whenever he steps foot inside of your place, you sigh, biting down on your lip to not drool over how tight his shirt is today. Each movement flexing the strong muscles lining his broad back too visible. Even after being bred enough to get pupped you can’t control how crazy your hormones have made you feel these last couple of months. No amount of balancing tea or vitamin in the world can quell the need to get absolutely fucked by the strong Alpha taking up space in your future nursing room.

“Still bad I take it?” He says before you can respond, too lost in your thoughts to realize how long you’ve been staring off fantasizing about all the ways he could take you.

“Does it show?” You ask self consciously, rubbing your stomach to comfort yourself. 

“Huh?” He turns, noticing that you’re playing with your hair, bringing it closer to your face. “Oh no no, you look as cute as ever.” He smiles that same charming toothy smile he always has specifically for you. “I just meant, y’know I worry about you getting enough sleep. I was reading and it’s important you get at least 10 hours minimum.”

“10 hours is wayyy too much..” you laugh, rubbing under your eyes trying to remember how bad your dark circles looked this morning. 

“I can definitely help you fall asleep.” He says casually, not understanding how feral your Omega is. The little voice inside of you growling and lunging forward to escape with a ‘bet you can’. How much longer can you really endure having this Alpha around before you make headlines.

PREGNANT WOMAN CHOMPS THROUGH HER NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR ALPHAS BICEPS, CLAIMS HER HORMONES GOT THE BEST OF HER!

How humiliating. If only he understood your true despair stems from him and how rabidly horny he’s gotten you.

“How does this work? You’ll be sleeping in your bedroom while the pup stays in here, or will you be ruining your back on this chair?”

Jaemin asks nonchalantly, carrying on the conversation you’ve been checking in and out of. Quietly humming to himself as he positions a cushion on the seat of the rocking chair he’s been working on assembling for the last hour. He definitely took longer than what he’d estimated in his mind when you mentioned your new crib and chair arriving today. Not that he’d ever admit that he wanted to scream after 10 minutes of searching for one screw that the instructions called for. He’s sure the crib will take another two hours to set up after this(if he’s lucky), biting back a sigh to not catch your attention the more he thinks about it.

“I think for nap time it’d be best to get the pup used to this room, I’m sure I’ll struggle to not sleep by his side every night at first..” you admit shyly, cupping under your stomach and rubbing over the round exterior. He wants to agree that there’s no way a newborn pup would want to leave your side; not with the way your face lights up whenever kicks beat against your stomach or when he brings you back from your doctor visits listening to all the exciting future plans you have lined up.

“It’s probably not my place to say, but you shouldn’t fall asleep in here much. This chairs not that comfortable..” he frowns, testing out the rocking motion. “I’m sure we can find another crib that could fit in your bedroom..”

“Another crib is a bit out of my budget right now.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He grins, standing up to tap the large cardboard box you’re perched on. “Isn’t that what baby showers are for? I’m sure your family has already stocked up on things to gift you.”

Ah, a baby shower. Of course, how could you fail to mention that neither of your parents have spoken to you since the day you showed up at their doorstep 3 months pregnant, unmated and out of wedlock. “Ah, you—you have a point.” You mumble nervously. “You’ve been at this for a bit, I’ll get the coffee brewing.”

“Coffee sounds great right now.” Jaemin says, helping you stand up without releasing your hands until he deems your ankles steady enough to walk on your own. “You know how I like it.”

“Four shots of espresso over ice?” 

“Exactly.” He winks your way, beginning to unbox the crib you’d shown him a few weeks ago. Some fancy overpriced one imported from Italy, a dream according to what you had said while he sat with you as you browsed through various baby decor online shops.

He really wanted to ask what the hell ever happened to Babies ‘R Us, recalling his days working across the street from one, but you looked too happy smiling wide as you showed him the different canopy designs and various woods used to customize each one.

“It’s perfect for a boy, don’t you think?”

Ah, these are really questions you should be asking your Alpha.. if you had one. His lips draw down, peeling open the cribs manual to divide and separate each piece into small sections to start working out. 

It’s hard to believe an Alpha, any Alpha period could just up and leave their Omega to raise a child alone. Jaemin can’t forget the first day you moved in and struggled to drag your belongings down the hallway corridor creating an unnecessarily noisy ruckus outside of his apartment. He stormed out ready to curse you to hell for waking him up, having come home from the gym late the night prior and hoping to catch a few more Z’s that morning. The shout ready to exit his lips hung in the air upon seeing you nearly tip over and let a bag full of clothes spill onto the floor instead of risking the chance to fall and land on your stomach.

You had to have been only a few months along at the time, barely showing a small bump. You hadn’t spotted him yet as you stood there looking over your neatly folded clothes falling apart and making a big mess to clean up. Stress and exhaustion pulled at your soft glowing face, slowly sliding down to your knees to throw everything back in the bag you’d been carrying.

He contemplated speaking up, opening and shutting his mouth as he watched a tear slip down your cheek, swallowed past the seam of your lips. Anyone with half a brain would be able to read the room and assume you weren’t in the best situation given your state at the time. Still he couldn’t help but take in your pretty skin, glossy eyes batting away more tears from pouring, and the small pout permanently etched on your lips as you gathered your things.

“Here, let me help.” He said, deciding to bend over and grab your bag as you shoved in the last of your clothes. To your surprise, you glanced up, jaw hanging as you started to shake your head. “New neighbor?”

Everything progressed slowly from that moment. Sure, at first it was all a coincidence how often he’d find you having a hard time carrying packages from the mail, out of breath lugging your groceries from your car, cursing loudly whenever you’d burnt dinner and set off your fire alarms. He can’t deny making an effort after your first month next door to check in on you, whether you asked for help or not. Especially after the night you showed up begging for chili paste. Without being too intrusive he picked up on hints, figuring out that the Alpha that got you pregnant was clearly no longer a part of your life.

Instinctively he had to do what any respectable Alpha would willingly want to do. Helping you through these past 5 months has been entertaining to say the least. There’s a bit of charm to your silly nature, to how often you whine and complain about your feet getting wider, your back hurting, the odd cravings that hit in the middle of the night. The ones you still deny are cravings, he snorts thinking about that.

Jaemin’s had more fun getting to know you than he has had with some of his long term relationships, even turning down potential Omegas to spend weekends with you. Someone has to be here to make sure you don’t burn your spaghetti again..

And there’s a possible chance he’s developed some feelings, feelings beyond friendship. Could just be his Alpha viewing you as his mate, watching your stomach grow and expand every week does drive him a little crazy, just a tad. 

“Hmm,” realizing he’s been reading the same paragraph over and over again without registering any instructions, he looks around and sits up. You’ve definitely been gone for longer than 10 minutes by now..

“How’s that coffee coming along?” He asks, jogging down the hall, feet hitting the brakes as soon as he makes it to the end. “Shit.”

“I—I don’t know what happened.” You cry, hands shaking above a broken mug and spilled dark liquid.

“Are you hurt?!” He rushes forward, falling to a squat to reach for your arms, hands pausing mid-air. “Oh my God..”

“I’m—I’m sorry, please don’t look..” you whine, hunching in to hide your breasts. It’s useless to try, completely leaked through your shirt leaving your pert nipples completely visible through the thin soaked material clinging to your ample chest. 

“You’re—“ Jaemin stutters, swallowing a thick wad of saliva, mouth going dry at once as the sweet creamy scent of breast milk swirls around his tonsils. “I need t-to help you.”

“S’ok, I got it..” 

“No no, come on.” He gulps, gently grabbing a firm hold on your waist to bring you back up with him. Against his insane willpower, he has to look. He has to lower his gaze and focus on how your breasts bounce as you find your balance. They’re so full, look painful and ready to burst. He’d read about this.. how Omegas can begin to lactate months prior to giving birth depending on how often they typically go into heat. He thought informing himself of all the possibilities would make everything much less daunting, but there’s no way to deny how fucking good the scent rolling off your warm flesh tastes as it seeps through his senses. 

And when you regain your balance, reaching behind yourself to grab at the kitchen counter ledge, your chest shoves out even more, inadvertently spurting milky liquid from your nipples. He tries to keep his scent calm, tries to look away, tries to stop his fingers from itching to cup and squeeze out more. But fuck everythings hitting at once, spiking his scent, thrumming through his cock until it twitches against the inside of his sweats.

He should be ashamed, ashamed for objectifying this vulnerable moment, for imagining his lips sucking around your leaking buds, dragging the material of your shirt past his mouth to suck it clean.

“Alpha..” you moan, shattering any ounce of guilt he felt. Snapping his gaze to your face he nearly crumbles at your wet parted lips, the tears clinging to your lower lashes. 

“I know Mama.” He agonizes, tightly gripping your waist as he works to take deep breaths through his mouth and blow out slowly, averting his gaze away from your body. “L-let me help you change.”

The last time he can recall feeling this feral had to have been the day before he woke up in his first rut. He’d been at the gym working up a sweat, arms on fire by the time he exited the weight training room and decided to end with cardio. Plans went astray when he neared a treadmill to hop on and looked around only to realize the gym had to have been full of Omegas. Omegas perspiring a damn storm judging by the way the aroma of sweet honey caramel skin and lush petals of Jasmine slapped him across the face. He had to leave after a minute to calm himself, head dizzy and feet off balance as he made his way to the lockers to melt away his perverse thoughts.

Even the hard-on he suffered to jerk off that night could not compare to how painfully his cock aches right now. Throbbing faster than a rapid heartbeat, he even fears his dick could burst if he has to swallow anymore of your scent, if he can’t rip his gaze away from your perky delectable nipples.

“Alpha, I’m hot.”

Fuck. You are. You’re so hot. He nods, unrealizing that he’s agreeing, not even noticing how scorching hot your skin feels through the material of your shirt. “T-think I should l-leave.” He says begrudgingly, feeling like a failure, a coward.

“Please.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes to strip away the last bit of self control he could come up with. It wasn’t much anyway, the mixture of your breast milk and delicious pregnant scent combined could send him straight into an impromptu rut. “A-are you sure?” 

He licks at his plump lips, leaving a film of saliva over his naturally pink pout that makes your thighs squeeze together. Even with shards of broken mug too close to your feet and the pungent smell of coffee wafting between you, all you can think about is how big the Alpha is. He’s so big in front of you right now, bringing your need to feel small and taken care of to light. The independence you’ve convinced yourself of all dissipating with his large hands rubbing up and down your sides, arms flexing from the tense struggle running through his body.

“What should I do mama? Hmm? I need to clean you up.” The fear he had of taking the next giant leap of a step with you quickly exits, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes in your sobbing pretty face. He’s used that nickname a few times before, always sending shivers up your spine, but it’s worse now. The sugary tone he speaks to you in, so cute, striking each nerve as he moves you to the counter to get your bare feet away from the mess.

“Please Alpha, I feel..” thick arms wrap around your waist, laying his forehead gently on yours. 

“Tell me where it hurts.”

It’s too hard to say anything with the tremors his question releases throughout your body, searching for his hand to slide it down past your stomach between your legs where slick has already started to seep through your leggings. “Here.”

“Fuck.” He hisses, biting down on his teeth. “You’re making me crazy, you know that?”

“S-sorry,” you hiccup, squeezing around his hand cupping your middle. “That’s w-where—hurts..”

He tsks, shoving inside your bottoms to drag his fingers through the wad of slick gathered between your folds. It’s so much, leaking out profusely, covering his palm and wrists as he slides in deeper to tease your hole. “Messy, so damn messy mama.”

“Ah, d-don’t!” You croon, eyes welling up with tears from the relief of finally having your pussy touched by someone other than yourself. Harder and harder to reach past your stomach most nights, you succumb to whimpering into your pillow frustrated, fantasizing that your neighbor would hear your distress and gallop in on a horse like your knight in shining armor. “Don’t call me t-that.”

“No?” He frowns, nose brushing yours. “But your pussy tightens up around my fingers so good when I do, mommy.”

“Alpha! Ugh!” Dropping your neck, you let out a long winded cry. Panting short of breath from his thumb working furiously to harden your clit. “S’too—too dirty, p-please!”

“You’re right,” his tongue clicks, echoing around the kitchen. “You are still so so dirty mommy.”

With one arm he manages to lift your butt onto the counter, nodding for you to scoot on with a pat on your hip. He settles between your parted thighs, reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Wait!” You panic, gripping around his wrists. “Don’t..don’t want you to see..”

“What??” Gasping surprised, he blinks confused, rubbing the fabric of your shirt between his fingers.

“My body right now—“ you flush, darting your gaze away ashamed. “Don’t want you to see..

“Nonsense.” He snaps, using a firmer tone with you that you’re not accustomed to hearing. “You think this,” touching your stomach, he glides upward to cup and squeeze your breasts. “And this? Doesn’t make me feel rabid out of my damn mind to fuck you right here, break the laws of humanity and wolf alike, get you pregnant with my pup somehow?”

It’s the angriest he’s ever looked, wrinkled between his nose and eyebrows, glaring at his heavy palms kneading your breasts to make more milk trickle. “Fuck, I’ve tried so hard to know my place, to show you nothing but respect..”

“S-stop,” you gulp, letting go of his wrists to smooth up and squeeze his biceps, clawing your short nails into the muscles. “Disrespect me, please Alpha..”

Big round eyes stare at you full of shock, taking in how you bite on your lip shyly. The trickles of milk so creamy and thick, spilling down his hands to his flexed forearms. “One thing I’ll never do—“ pressing in, he licks at your Cupid’s bow, long eyelashes blinking against your cheek. “Is disrespect you.”

The sound of your shirt ripping open has you gasping, sinking your nails deeper into his muscles. “But since you asked so fucking nicely.”

He gets the message quickly as you reach for the collar of his shirt and pull hard enough to stretch the fabric, quickly stepping back to strip it off and fully display his well built shoulders and chest. The gurgle from your throat that follows pleases him, returning your hands to feel every inch of new muscle you weren’t familiar with. His mouth is too thirsty, salivating as he takes your full breasts again without anything to hide your swollen nipples and admires them for less than a minute. Lapping at his wet lips as he shoves between your cleavage, licking up the remnants of dried and fresh milk with a deep groan.

Fuck. It’s incredible, nothing he’s ever tasted before. Sweet nectar that can only pour from a fertile breedable Omega built to birth healthy pups. Every sense and nerve in his system lights on fire, digging his face between your ample chest despite your cried moans. It’s bliss, more intense and real than anything, shoving his tongue between your tits to fuck the small gap. 

“Alpha!” 

Breast milk won’t stop running down his arms, opening his mouth wide to capture one of your hard nipples. The nub digs against the roof of his mouth, slurping down the cream as your other tit leaks akin to a broken faucet. “So fucking good mommy.” Jaemin says roughly, pulling away to look over your pleasured face. 

His lips swollen pink with a sheen milky layer, completely debauched as he goes in for more and attends to your other nipple. They swell up after many nibbles, gently digging his teeth into your firm buds. Each suck tastes sweeter than the last as your scent spikes and Omegan arousal swirls around him. The strong tones of milk mixing in with yours has his Alpha fanatic, jerking his hips against the kitchen counter for some type of friction on his cock.

“Alpha please, my pussy, please.” You ask too innocently, as if the activity that expanded your stomach out in the first place didn’t prove otherwise. He grunts for you to wait, shoving his face back in-between your bosom, jiggling the fleshy meat against his cheeks. If not for your hips jumping up he’d continue to assault your tits, spend hours playing with them until you have nothing else left to quench his insatiable thirst.

“Bet your pussy tastes just as sweet.” He grumbles, moving down onto his knees to pull off your leggings and panties in one go. “Fucking hell.” 

The amount of slick painted across your thighs and ass could compete with the local community pool, maybe even replenish a tiny village. His cock jump’s fiercely at the sight before him, lavving the residue of breast milk on his lips for a clean taste as he dives in. 

“Jaemin!” You shout, scrambling to grab onto something at the first stroke of the Alphas tongue prodding between your chubbed folds. The sounds he makes only add fuel to the fire, releasing more slick with each deep growl and bated panting breath.  

“Taste so damn good Omega,” he hums, enamored by how syrupy and powerful your scent slaps him across the face from between your thighs. Shuffling forward on his knees, he holds your thighs open to stretch his jaw wide and roll his tongue from your entrance to your clit, jolting your legs to kick the kitchen drawers with his skills.

Everything feels so good, spinning your mind around. The only frustration as you peer down is the sight of your round stomach completely hiding the Alphas lustful gaze and sloppy tongue. “Alpha, pleasepleaseplease!” sobbing, you kick at the drawers again. “Can’t see your face! C-can’t see!”

Jaemin shoots up at the sound of your affliction, eyes blown wide with concern as he reaches for your shoulders to sit you up. “Shh shh, I’m here.” He smiles, a disaster of slick covering his nose, lips and chin. “Look at me pretty mama.”

“Mmm..” reaching for his face, you smear the slick on his lips. “Messy.”

“Messy for you.” He kisses at your thumbs, sucking on the tip of one he captures. “Such a bad mommy, wants to watch her pussy get ate?”

Nodding feebly you move to stroke his neck, squeezing around. “Can’t see you down there..”

“Stay like this okay?” He instructs, pecking you, leaving slick on your chin. “Sit just like that, you’re doing so good for me mama.”

Setting your palms on the counter, he opens your thighs up a little wider, getting down into a squat to keep his head at level with your knees. “Keep your pretty eyes on me. Gonna make you feel good.”

His eyes stay on yours, one palm splayed on your thigh as his other reaches just under your navel. Stretching his neck back into an uncomfortable angle, his tongue hangs out, blinking up at you before diving back in to lap at your clit. Wide firm licks catch your sensitive folds, face rocking back and forth to really let you feel his tongue stroking between each crevice.

Big watery doll eyes stay facing up to watch you fall apart, scratching at the counter desperately to not reach for his hair to slam his face in deeper. Slippery hot stiff pressure teases under your clit, he keeps it there twitching the muscle until your hips start to rock forward and tears erupt from the corners of your eyes. The heat inside of your stomach pools, coiling up to your chest making it harder to breathe. He keeps at it for another minute until your eyebrows scrunch together. 

The lick he delivere to your clit sparks raging nerves up your spine, arching forward and nearly losing your balance on the counter to fuck his face. 

Dipping lower he finally plunges as much of his tongue as he can inside of you, slapping your inner thigh when you shout out in pleasure. The thick fat muscle rubs at your inner walls, sucking down the slick that tries to choke him out. Much like your breasts, he could spend hours just like this between your supple thighs, memorizing the way you fall apart and shake from every lap and stroke of his tongue.

Finally caving, you grip onto his hair, crying out brokenly. “I’m c-cum—“ his tongue disappears before you can complain, moving to stand and shove three fingers inside your cunt. “Ahhh!”

“Look at me mama, be good for Alpha.” He orders throatily, vocals thick and corded with slick. “Squeeze that pretty pussy around my fingers, give it to me.”

“Jaem—Alpha!” The heels of your feet slam against the drawers painfully, reaching for his wrist as he jerks the three digits stretching you open. Bicep rippling from the strength being used to shoot your release out around his relentless working fingers. “S’too—good.”

“God you cum so fucking pretty.” He sighs, gently drawing free to rub your clit while you twitch against him. Lips finding yours to calm your high with tender kisses.

“Come here pretty.” Jaemin says huskily, daring to scoop you up without a hitch, bare round stomach pressed to his smooth abs just enough to not apply pressure. He turns toward your living room, setting you down on the couch to grab a few pillows. “Here baby, let me make it comfortable for you.”

“Alpha..” you whine, still conscious of how big you must look on your back like this. He only smiles, bending in close to kiss your lips. 

“I can’t knot you, don’t want you to stay in this position too long.” He says, sweating through excruciating horny pangs shooting through his dick. 

“Please Jaemin, want you i-inside.” You beg much too prettily, pulling his lips back to bare his teeth. He wants to be gentle with you so badly, wants to focus on you and make you cum to your heart’s content. But God you aren’t making it easy.

“Only for a little, okay?” He says raggedly, hoisting you to sit leaned against the pillows to take pressure off your lower back and still make it easy to get between your legs. “If it’s too much I’ll stop.”

“Won’t be too much Alpha, need you so bad.” You say drowsily, still drunk from the orgasm his fingers and mouth ripped out of you. He nods, tugging on the string holding his sweats up, blushing when he sees the giant wet stain of pre-cum that’s leaked through the cotton fabric. “I should put a condom on.”

“I’m already knocked up.” You giggle, covering your face. “Don’t want anything between us.” 

Fuck. You’ll be the death of him talking like that. Pushing down his sweats, he gasps at how red the tip of his cock is, looking painful to the touch. There’s no way he’ll be able to last long enough to not pop a knot inside of you. 

“Alpha.” You whisper, angled perfectly in a half seated position to see how enraged his dick looks flush against his stomach. He doesn’t even have to stroke it, doesn’t want to out of fear of cumming before he even enters you.

“You sure about this?” He asks once more through gritted teeth, already lining the tip up to your entrance.

“Pl-lease.. haven’t gotten fucked in s-so long.” You hiccup, too excited, bending your neck in to watch his throbbing red cockead nudge against your hole.  

“Fuck! Ahh,” hissing, he gingerly grabs the base of his size, slowly pushing in until your cunt snaps around him. So tight, tight like you haven’t been fucked in months exactly as you just admitted. He’d fuck you so hard, make you take every inch until his dicks coming out of your nose. But now’s not the time, this isn’t about him no matter how hard the veins lining his length throb in disagreement. “Feel g-good?” He asks, licking at the sweat beading on his upper lip.

“M-more, please!”

He can’t do it, can’t push more than the tip in because it’d be too greedy. Even if he gets you off first it’d be too fucking greedy. As painful as it is to ignore the begging cries you let out, he opts to press down on your clit. Thumbing the stiff nub back and forth with short thrusts drawing the fat tip of his cock in and out enough to have a perfect view of your hole stretching around him. “So good, you’re doing so good for me mommy.”

“Alpha!” You twitch, lower back arching up starving for more. “P-please! Deeper!”

He wants to cave, give you everything you want, make you cum on his cock and bloat your stomach out even further with rivers of cum deep inside of you. “C-can’t.” He grits, grabbing onto your hips firmly to stop himself from thrusting in further. “D-don’t make me..”

“Need it! I need it!” You keep pleading, head tossed back with your wet spit slick lips parted open panting. “Fuck me! F-fuck me please! Put another baby in me!”

“Ahh, you c-can’t say that!” He growls in pain, digging the tips of his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave marks. You can’t say that, anything but that. “Mommy wants Alphas cum.” 

“Y-yes,” you whine, stroking down your stomach to direct his gaze beneath your navel. “Wanna feel you h-here, mommy wants it.”

“Shitshit,” that’s it, that’s enough to jerk his hips and push in another inch. How could you ask this of him? How could you act like such a sweet pilant breedable bitch, begging to get fucked and fucked until all you know how to do is get pupped. “Yeah, mommy wants it deep.”

His sack feels heavy as he plunges in the rest of his length inch by inch, slapping against your rim balls deep. “Get you pregnant again, keep you pupped up with my baby.” He rambles, focusing on not slamming his cock in like a wild animal. Having to squeeze his eyes shut to not cum when he sees your milk filled breasts bouncing up high enough to hit under your chin. “Fuckfuckfuck, you’re too much.”

He sounds so desperate, dying to ram into you faster with each rough grip on your hips. Pushing up off his knees, he squats to angle his cock in even deeper, making your lips fall open with a loud shouted moan. “Right t-there mama? Is that it? You want it there?” He asks, raspy and throaty, deep voice coming out from a deep torned place. 

“Alpha!” You stammer, spluttering the same words over and over again mindlessly. 

“Look at me,” he groans, bending in closer to cup your cheek and grind his hips. “W-wanna feel you cum on my cock. Gonna cum for me mama?”

“Fuck, ahh!” His thumb presses against your bottom lip, nodding with you as his other hand slips between your conjoined lower halves. Expert figure eights work more slick out making his cock slide in even easier if possible, wet and messy rivering down his inner thighs. 

“Cum for me, come on.” He growls, thrusting a little faster to chase your release. His balls slapping against the dip of your ass with each push in. The entirety of his length penetrates in and out, skyrocketing your pleasure by pinching your clit. Each flick and rub rushes heat through your stomach and chest, toes curling as you find his wide blown out eyes.

“F-fuck me, breed me full of cum.” You plead between gritted teeth, reaching to hold around his neck, suffocating the scream that rips from your chest. It’s been so long since you last had a release this strong, unable to even arch up with the weight of your stomach holding you down. You kick out and cry against his pouty lips, eyes rolling back.

“That’s it mommy,” he cries, eyes watering up as your walls squeeze the life from this dick and he has to do everything in his power to stop himself. His Alpha screaming at the top of its lungs to knot knot knot! Especially with the way you beg for it, the way your pussy swallows his dick whole and grovels to be knotted.

“Don’t p-pull out, please Alpha.” You sob, opening your hands in search of his. “Inside me, s-stay inside.”

“Ughh!” Jaemin can’t stop himself anymore, shoving his cock in to fill up to the brim with a few more sloppy thrusts. Reaching for your hands, he bends over bridging his upper half above yours. The muscles lining his stomach twitch and clench, sucking in at his navel as he draws his length out to the tip and the base of his cock expands. It’s more painful than he’d expected, his Alpha howling like a beast inside, gnawing through his facade of strength as tears pour down his cheeks. “Fuck. Fuck!”

He sniffles, cockhead still lodged inside your tight hole spurting out sticky cum that seems to satiate you judging by the long sigh you let out.

“Alpha..” you say drowsily, eyes half-lidded with the most serene smile looking back at him. “Sleepy.”

Nodding furiously, he kisses your hands before releasing your hold, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Pulling out okay? Need to clean you up.”

Jaemin hadn’t considered how difficult it would be to not bend at your will, having to tune out the way you whine for him to stay inside of you. His Alpha shouts and snarls, berating him for not listening to their Omega. 

He’s so fucked, already recognizing you as his mate without considering what you must feel right now, driven by your out of whack hormones and lust.

“Don’t leave me.” You pout, whining so pretty.

“I’m not going anywhere mama.” He reassures, leaning in to kiss your stomach. “But I need to get you cleaned off before you fall asleep, alright?”

He tries to make it quick, scrambling to fill up a bowl of warm water and grab a few washcloths. Can’t be fast enough when he jogs back to the living room to find your eyes fluttering open and shut. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take you to bed.”

“Nooo,” you continue to whine, huffing petulantly. “Too heavy..”

“I bench 280, don’t doubt me.” He chuckles, shaking his head. Sitting by your side, he slowly cleans the mess of slick and cum that’s dripped down to your thighs and ass, patting the area dry. “How are you feeling?”

“Eepy.” 

He’d squeeze you if he wasn’t so happy to hear that you’re relaxed enough to possibly get a full night of sleep. Proudly smiling to himself as he finishes cleaning you off and bends closer to your face. “Time for bed.”

“Don’t leave me..”

He scoffs playfully, getting up to position you on top of his arms, squatting down to ensure he picks you up properly. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Mmm..” true to his word he carries you to your room without much struggle, softly laying you down on your bed and stumbling when you grab onto his arm and pull. “Stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stop asking.”

He sighs, moving to the empty side of your bed, shoulders instantaneously losing the tense concern and worry he’d been holding onto. You can talk about this in the morning, or the afternoon, or at night, or never.

Maybe he can just accept that you both wanted this and more than anything he wants this. He wants to help you with your pup, take care of you after you give birth, help cook and clean, make sure you’re well fed after hours of trying to put your pup to sleep.

It can really be this easy, living here in this moment. In the safe comforting space of your small apartment that’s started to feel more like home than his own. Playing house with you has brought him more relief than hours at the gym.. long nights out partying.

He watches you get comfortable on your side, beginning to breathe in and out more shallowly.

“Jaem..”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.” You murmur, trying to hide a smile.

“I am.” Scooting in closer, he lightly rests a hand on your stomach. “I’m scared to ask, but this is okay, right?”

A cute growl emits from your chest, laying a hand over his. “I’ll let it slide, you do a real good job around here.”

“It’s okay, you can finally admit that you like me.” Letting out a long sigh, he nestles in closer, cheek resting on your chest. “I like you too.”

“Do you?”

“Is it standard for Alphas to cancel their plans every week to hang out with their pregnant Omega neighbor?” He hums, following your hand to rub your stomach. “Ah, what am I saying? I was all happy to get you to fall asleep and now I’m talking your ear off.”

He’s met with the light sound of breath, lifting his gaze to find you well past counting sheep. Adjusting to cradle your head better, he kisses your forehead. “Night night angel baby.”

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[onlyhuis]

like a chair

member — jeonghan x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.4k synopsis — when jeonghan tells you to sit, you sit. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, face sitting, oral (reader receiving), hair pulling (jh receiving), overstimulation (both receiving), pet names (princess, baby), jeonghan is a dirty little masochist and he cums in his pants notes — jeonghan pussy eater agenda everyone say amen. tagging @duhnova because they'd be mad at me if i didn't

there’s a muffled noise between your legs and you lift your hips up, wincing at the sudden feeling of cold air.

“why’d you move?” jeonghan asks below you, clearly out of breath but pretending not to be. he’s wearing nothing except for his sweatpants, his bare arms wrapped securely around your thighs as he lays against the bed.

you look down at him, unconsciously squeezing your legs around his head when you see the mess around his mouth. his cheeks are a deep shade of pink and his lips are swollen and sticky, glistening with spit and slick. “you were trying to say something?”

“just talking to myself about how good you taste.” he smirks and tugs at your thighs to pull you back down onto his mouth, flicking his tongue upwards through your folds when you try to resist.

you frown and cross your arms, ignoring the tingling in your stomach as you watch his nails dig into your skin, his fingers turning pale at the tightness of his grip. “well, don’t do that. it makes me think i’m suffocating you.”

“princess, i appreciate your concern, but when i say sit on my face, i mean sit. like a chair. don’t think about me.”

“hannie—”

but before you can say anything he yanks you down hard, catching you off guard as you fall against his waiting mouth. you whimper as his lips immediately wrap around your clit, one hand shooting out to grip the headboard to stabilize yourself.

you look down between your legs where you can just barely see the top half of jeonghan’s face, his tangled hair sprawled across the pillow. his eyes are the only part of him that’s visible, hungrily staring straight up at you, as if he’s daring you to sit up again and see what happens.

you throw your head back with a breathy groan. the sloppy sounds coming from beneath you go straight to your core, the knot in your stomach tightening too fast for you to keep up with.

you try your hardest to resist the urge to grind against his mouth, but he knows you too well and knows you’re holding back, which is not what he wants, despite how you worry about him. his hands slide behind your ass and you look down again, finding an almost disappointed look in his eyes as he starts to rock your hips back and forth.

your other hand falls to his hair, weaving your fingers through it and tugging as you give in, dragging your pussy across his tongue with a whine. you can feel him smile against you when you grip his hair tighter, pushing your hips into his eager mouth. 

if there’s one thing jeonghan loves more than anything in the world, it’s when you use him for your pleasure. he usually has to coax you into it at first, not wanting to hurt him, but once your orgasm starts to close in something changes and suddenly you’re more frantic with your movements, more desperate to get off, the only thought occupying your mind is how good the feeling of his mouth, or his fingers or his cock or whatever’s inside you, is.

he lets your hand in his hair guide him, pushing and pulling his head around exactly where you want him. he can tell you’ve stopped thinking, focused only on the feeling of your walls throbbing around his tongue and his nose pressed against your clit. 

he can feel his cock straining against his pants, aching from not being touched, but the wait is well worth it when he finally gets to feel you cum on his mouth. he groans at the thought and you pull his hair harder, moaning out his name as you grind down on his mouth. his grip on your ass tightens, and he can feel his own spit mixed with your wetness dripping down his chin.

“fuck, hannie, right— right there! please,” you gasp out, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head so hard it makes him dizzy.

if his mouth wasn’t currently occupied he would make you beg him for permission before you cum, but he’s feeling generous tonight, as he usually does when you let him eat you out like this.

he purses his lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he can, and he can feel your legs tense up as you finally break, a flood of wetness seeping onto his tongue. your fingers clench and unclench in his hair, almost in rhythm with the way your cunt clenches above his mouth. 

he never lets up, continuing to drag your hips as you ride his face through your orgasm. you try to lift yourself up a little, flinching away from him, but his grip on you is firm. he holds you down against his mouth as he laps at your pussy, determined to clean up every last drop that spills out of you despite your whines and pleas.

he keeps going even when you call his name, the words stuck in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the overstimulation. you tug on his hair one more time to get his attention, but instead it just pushes him over the edge before he can even see it coming.

he nearly blacks out for a second, eyes squeezed shut as he releases a guttural moan into your pussy. his fingers loosen and you finally manage to break away from him, pushing your hips away from his face and falling to the side as your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

without your cunt smothering his face jeonghan finally gasps for air, his mouth hanging open and his chest heaving with shallow, hurried inhales. the dark stain on his sweatpants continues to grow as he lets out soft groans, his cock jerking as warmth floods his abdomen. 

you roll onto your back and look over at him, still panting as you start to catch your breath. watching the distant look in his eyes makes you grin, and you lean over to kiss a dry spot on his cheek. his hand falls to your shoulder as he pulls you closer to kiss you properly, and you whimper at the wetness on his warm lips.

the kiss doesn’t last very long, though, and he pulls back with a long sigh, still trying to even out his breathing. you rest your head on his chest and look up at him, captivated with how fucked out he looks as you wait for him to return to you.

after a moment he looks down at you, meeting your eyes with a mischievous smile. “see? didn’t suffocate,” he says, almost proudly.

you roll your eyes in response, swiping your thumb across his nose to wipe away some of the wetness, though it doesn’t make much of a difference. he sighs again and relaxes into the bed, but you move your fingers to his neck and he tenses up again, grinning when he sees you’re not quite done for the night.

your hand slides down his bare chest, drifting over his defined abs and pausing at the waistband of his sweats before resting on top of the wet spot, adding just a little bit of pressure. he moans and pushes his hips into your hand, shivering as his own overstimulation begins to set in at your touch.

“baby—mmh, too much,” he whimpers, his smile instantly falling. his hand moves on top of yours but his grip is light, his body telling a different story than his words.

you lean over his face and drag your tongue across his chin, keeping your eyes locked with his as you clean up the mess you’d left behind. “can’t believe you came untouched, just from letting me ride your face,” you whisper with a mischievous smile of your own. “you like it, don’t you? it gets you off, when you make me cum all over your tongue.”

“fuck,” he curses, arching his hips off the bed as he pushes his ruined sweats off onto the floor. “i can go again, just wait, please.”

you press another kiss to his puffy lips, deciding to be generous to him, too. “eat me out until you’re hard again and then i’ll suck you off, okay?”

suddenly with newfound energy he flips you onto your back, grinning as he shimmies down the bed and pries your shaky legs apart. “deal.”

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[starsforselene]

Pairing: Bang Chan x afab reader

Rating: explicit MDNI

Contains: fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving) chatty Chan, masturbation (f) hot roommate walking in on you

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your roommate, Chan so long he’s part of your weekly self love sessions. However, this particular Sunday night, Chan comes home early and overhears you.

Note: it’s just a little self indulgent pointless smut.

—/

“God damn it,” you mutter between clenched teeth as your head hits your pillow.

You fling the now lifeless vibrator across your room where it lands in your dirty clothes pile; with a sigh you stare at the ceiling, the dull ache between your thighs almost mocking you. It’s Sunday night and normally the only time your roommate, Chan, is gone long enough for you to get some alone time in since he’s got his weekly boy’s night at his best friend’s place. As luck would have it you forgot to charge the damn thing after your last session.

Now, you’re laying in bed, half cocked and out of fun options. You could either suck it up and get ready for bed, or handle things…manually. The thought of facing Monday morning unsatisfied is not ideal so you figure it’s better to take care of things the old school way. Closing your eyes, your hand roams down your stomach towards your center, slipping between your folds to gather the slick that had collected from your earlier ministrations, swirling them around your still-swollen clit. You let out a low moan as pleasure starts to build back up, steady and warm in your core.

It’s not long before images start flooding your mind: long, strong hands roaming over your body; soft lips kissing their way through all of your sensitive spots. You gasp as pleasure thrums through your body; visions of dark hair tickling your thighs as a sly smile peeks up from between your legs. A low moan slips from between your lips along with a muttered name as your fingers circle your clit faster desperately wishing it was his mouth, his hands bringing you closer to edge.

“Fuck, Chan,” you whimper, fingers working your bundle of nerves as you picture his tongue there instead.

Your breath quickens as your release approaches, legs buzzing with pleasure that zig zags its way up to your belly where it coils tight. Chan floods your mind: his long fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his lips suck on your clit—things he’s never actually done but you’ve thought of more than you can count. Your hips buck as you approach your high, sheets slipping off into a heap at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, did you remember to put the stuff—Shit!” Chan closes the door as quickly as he opened it.

“Oh my God! Why didn’t you knock! Jesus, fuck—Chan! What the hell!” You shout as you scramble to cover yourself despite the damage being done. Your heart is thundering in your chest, hands shaking as you wrap the sheets around yourself.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t—I just thought that—“ Chan says from the other side of the door, voice filled with panic.

”You thought, what exactly? That you’d barge into my room?!” you shout back as you get up and walk across the room, opening the door to find him standing there, his back to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be, uh, busy. I wasn’t sure if you had put the clothes in the dryer or if you needed me to do it.”

“You could’ve just looked in the washer? Why are you even home? I thought tonight was boys night?” you ask the back of his head.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Boys night was cut short, Han has an early meeting tomorrow. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…anything.”

“Turn around, Chan, I’m covered,” you huff as you lean against the doorway.

He obliges, face and ears red as he looks you directly in the eyes as if he’s willing the rest of you to not exist.

“Did you see anything?”

He swallows hard and you know right away that whatever comes out of his mouth is going to be a lie.

”I didn’t, I promise. I was in and out so fast I didn’t really see much.”

“Much or anything?”

“I didn’t see a lot…I promise. It was more what I—nothing.”

“Chan,” you say as he’s looking at the floorboards like they’re fascinating works of art. “It was more than what?”

“What I heard,” he admits, glancing up at you. “Or what I thought I heard! Maybe I misheard you or I made it up or something. Listen, I’m sorry. I’ll just go and we can forget this happened.”

He makes to leave but doesn’t, like he’s got something else to say. Your heart is hammering in your chest along with a thousand thoughts running through your mind.

“Just tell me. I don’t feel like tip toeing around this for days. It’s embarrassing enough you walked in on me masturbating. I don’t want a repeat of the time I caught you in the same position last year. We skirted around each other for weeks, it was beyond tedious.” The memory of that night fueled many Sunday sessions for you but he doesn’t need to know that.

Chan sighs in defeat and runs a hand through his hair as he glances up at you.

”I heard you moaning my name before I came in. At least I thought I did,” he says in a rush.

Your stomach drops down to your feet, heat rushing up your neck and into your face. Curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself looking at Chan to gauge his reaction. He doesn’t look utterly disgusted, which takes you by surprise. Instead, he meets your gaze with his own, eyes darker than they were a minute ago, the connection sending heat through you. Your breath catches in your throat as you slowly realize that Chan looks the opposite of disgusted.

“Oh. Umm, well…”

“So did you?” he asks, eyes on yours still, slowly peeling away your resolve.

”I might…have…”

The air shifts between you like your admittance has opened a door that barely had hinges to begin with. Chan’s eyes alight with something you can’t quite place but it makes your core throb all the same.

“Why?”

The question catches you off guard and you straighten out of your haze.

“Why what?”

“Why were you moaning my name while you were touching yourself?” he asks as if he’s asking whether you want to make dinner or have take out.

You stare at him, unsure whether he actually wants an answer. He’s watching your face, almost like he wants to make sure he isn’t crossing any lines but also like he’s wanting to see if those lines can be erased instead. Your crush on your roommate is something you barely even acknowledge to yourself but right now, with the way he’s looking at you, it’s hard to think about much else other than your go-to fantasies of him and how they might become reality.

“I-uh-I- was thinking of you,” you say and immediately regret. Shit, why did you just—

“Do you think of me a lot when you do that?”

“Chan, I-“

”I think of you. I think of you a lot, actually,” he says quietly.

Your eyes meet again and that heat flares. You suck in a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. He looks less embarrassed than earlier, that line fully crossed now. He walks into the room and sits beside you, the heat from his body permeating through you.

“You…think of me?” you mutter as you fidget with the edge of the sheet, incredibly aware of how naked you are underneath.

Chan takes a deep breath, exhaling it slowly.

“Yeah, I do. Have for a while.”

A thrill runs down your spine, that familiar heat pulsating in your center. Chan thinks of you when he’s—you take a breath to push the thoughts away.

“I like that you think of me like that,” he adds softly.

You look back up at him and find molten fire in his eyes. It matches the fire burning inside you.

”What do you think of when you think of me?” The words escape you before you can even think of stopping yourself.

Chan smirks, like he knows he’s got you, turning to face you as his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. Your pulse quickens along with your breathing but you immediately want more. His thumb grazes your cheek, he leans in but stops short, as if waiting for you. All thoughts of hesitation leave you, a quick nod is all it takes before he’s bridging the gap between you. His lips are soft, tentative—at least until you kiss him back.

The moment the switch flips is almost tangible. Every glance, every accidental touch, every single time you thought of Chan in ways that you shouldn’t culminate in this moment where his lips are on yours and all you can think is more. You deepen the kiss with a moan, dizzy with this new feeling of having Chan’s lips on yours. His tongue explores your willing mouth, his hands moving down your arms and grabbing around your waist to pull you closer. You groan, his touch igniting small fires in its wake that burn brighter the more he touches you. His lips leave yours with no warning, breaking the kiss; it’s a bucket of ice water over you.

”Do you really wanna know what I think about?” he asks between panted breaths.

God, yes, you almost say but hesitate. You squeeze your thighs together to find reprieve for the ache that robs you of self control. His eyes never leave yours, pupils blown wide as he waits for your answer. The nagging curiosity wins over any doubt that might try and dissuade you; you need to know.

“Yeah, I do,” you whisper.

“Can I show you?”

You’re nodding before you can stop to think about it; all you know is that now that he’s touched you there’s no going back. Chan leans in, electricity sparking between your bodies the closer he gets, and he kisses you softly. His lips move slowly down your cheek, featherlight kisses that travel down your jaw towards your ear where he hovers, breath fanning over the soft shell of your ear.

“Lay back on the bed for me. Make sure you take that sheet off.”

Arousal rushes out of you at his words, a small whimper is your only response as you stand up and gingerly remove the sheet from around your body, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes. He takes in your naked form greedily, tongue darting out to wet his plush lips, an obvious bulge in his pants that makes you clench around nothing as you settle on the bed for him.

Chan stands at the end of the bed and looks at you, at first it’s full of desire but something clouds it. Your furrow your brow, panic rising in your chest. Maybe he’s changed his mind? Maybe it got weird? You know it should feel weird to you but it doesn’t, you’ve had feelings for Chan for far too long but maybe he doesn’t feel the same way? You reach for a blanket to cover up when he sighs.

”Are you having second thoughts? We can stop, you know. I understand if it’s weird,” he says.

Your chest feels light again, at least you’re on the same page—kind of.

”I’m not! I was worried you were having second thoughts—that maybe you didn’t like me like this and just got caught up or something.”

Chan chuckles and kneels on the bed between your legs, running his hands up your legs and settling them on your thighs, making you shiver. He licks his lips as his eyes roam down your body and settle on your face.

“I promise you that I’ve been fantasizing about this for far too long to have second thoughts,” he drawls with a half smile. He lifts your leg and slowly kisses his way up to your knee while his other hand spreads your leg to open you up for him. His eyes are obsidian, his want for you almost palpable. “Watch me baby, hmm?”

A pathetic whimper is all the response you can provide, body covered in goosebumps of anticipation as you watch Chan lower himself between your legs. He takes his time; kissing and caressing your thighs, slowly coming closer to the pulsating heat at your center. He bites and sucks the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs and you gasp, fingers digging into the sheets when he quickly licks the pain away.

You feel the smirk against your skin as you hear his deep chuckle, it’s enough to make you dizzy with need. You’re about to beg for relief when he licks a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit, moaning when he finally tastes you.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering as pleasure rocks through you, hands gripping his hair to keep yourself grounded.

Chan groans against you, tongue circling your clit just enough to make your hips buck up against his face; a silent, desperate plea for more. He doesn’t seem to take, taking his time licking and tasting every last bit of you, making his way back towards your entrance to dive his tongue inside enough to prolong the sweet torture only to stop and taste his way back up towards your throbbing clit. He licks and sucks on your clit until you’re a whiny, quivering mess; every nerve in your body buzzing with pleasure and desire.

“Chan,” you whimper between panted breaths as you lift your head to look at him.

You’re not sure what it is you’re asking for at this point but his dark eyes look up at you with molten desire in them as he smirks.

“I got you,” he purrs as he slowly inserts two fingers into your heat.

The deliciously slow stretch takes your breath away, your head falls back against the pillow as pleasure warms its way through your veins. How he knew what you needed before you did adds to the building tightness in your belly. He hums in approval as his fingers press against the sensitive spot inside you that makes you gasp and clench around his fingers, taking his time stroking it. You writhe on the mattress, Chan’s name falling from your lips with each pump of his fingers in and out of you, stars exploding behind your eyes with every drag of his fingers against your walls.

The heat builds in your belly, coiling tighter and tighter, making your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. Chan’s soft voice brings you even closer to the edge with each half moaned encouragement like he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. He presses his thumb against your bundle of nerves and the room spins, pleasure radiating through you and tears spring to your eyes; it’s too much but not enough.

“P-please, Chan,” you plead, voice barely a whisper, body wound tight.

He groans in response, fingers working you faster as his thumb flicks your clit. It doesn’t take much until the coil inside you breaks and you’re lost to the overwhelming release that crashes over you. Chan moans along with you, sending shocks of pleasure through you as he coaxes you through your high.

“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he chuckles darkly as he kisses your inner thigh.

A shiver runs down your spine as you start coming down, everything covered in a sweet haze that envelops you.

“That was…really something,” you breathe, covering your face with your hands.

“Better than what I imagined,” he responds as he kisses his way up your body until he’s settled between your legs.

He caresses your sensitive skin while placing soft kisses over your cheeks and eyelids, sweet nothings about how long he’s wanted you peppered in between.

“What now?” you whisper, a beat of uncertainty panging in your chest.

“We can figure that out in the morning. I’m tired,” Chan replies gruffly.

You giggle and roll your eyes, a smile settling on your lips. You’d argue but you’re tired and satisfied and his arms are way too inviting; you’re not too concerned with whatever comes next.

Knowing him, it’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

[bucknastysbabe]

✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾

Therefore I present to you:

♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕

For u bb @fairysluna

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk

A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!

“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.

Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.

Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”

Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”

Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.

Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.

He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”

She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”

Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.

“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”

Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”

Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.

Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”

Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”

Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.

“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.

The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”

She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.

“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”

The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.

Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.

“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.

He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.

“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.

“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.

Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.

Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.

“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.

Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.

“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.

Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”

The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.

“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”

“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.

Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”

Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”

Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.

Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”

Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.

The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”

Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.

Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”

He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.

He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.

Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.

“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”

She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”

She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.

Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”

Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”

“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.

Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.

Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”

[melodygatesauthor]

What Did You Say - Pt. 3 (Jake)

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Part 1 (Marc) - Part 2 (Steven)

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, orgasm delay, oversensitivity, jealous Jake, Jake being Jake.

Word Count: 1.1k

“Oh, bebita…” Jake looked at you sweeter than he normally did.

You thought that he might spare you, especially considering that you’d asked for him specifically instead of the other two. It wasn’t your words that had upset Jake though, it was the taunting from Marc. When he’d said, “You seeing this Jake? Huh? You seein’ how pretty our girl looks with her little pussy splitting over my cock?”, you knew Jake had taken it personal.

“You look so fucking pretty like that, crying and drooling all over the goddamn table. Let’s see Jake do that.”

Jake was always up for a challenge, and Marc had egged him on. It didn’t seem fair that you were stuck in the middle of it. If this was all in an effort for Marc to teach you a lesson, having him and his alters fuck you into oblivion, then he’d succeded. You’d never instigate him like that again.

“Jake please. You can prove your point to Marc later. I’m really sore, Steven went in on me…he was really rough.” You whined.

Jake was hovering over you on his elbows. He had your cheek cupped in his hand and he gently brushed his thumb over your skin. His lips were feather soft against yours when he kissed you. With Jake, you knew this was the calm before the inevitable storm.

“Steven got you good hm?” His fingertips trekked over your collarbone and down to your breast, squeezing it gently. “What the other boys don’t seem to know…is that they don’t have to be rough with you to make sure you get what you need.”

That cocky smirk stirred your stomach alive, bringing every hair on your body to attention. You arched into Jake’s touch while he started kissing down your chin, working his way to place gentle and wet kisses over your sternum. You whined, reaching a hand up to entangle your fingers with his dark curls, and your other reached up to grab his shoulder.

“You know, Marc was right, you did look pretty getting split open like that hermosa.” Jake kissed your lower tummy.

You moaned in response, “need you to be gentle please, Jake.”

“I know bebita. I’ll take care of you like I always do.” He cooed, inhaling deeply while he dragged his face down over your mound. “You smell even better with our cum inside you.” Jake raised an eyebrow at you, “Marc, Steven, you boys ready to see how it’s done?”

Jake brought two thick fingers to your tender entrance before plunging them inside. You winced, still feeling sore from Steven and Marc’s assault on your hole. He covered your clit in his mouth, flicking over the swollen nub with fervor and making you forget all about the ache you felt.

You gasped as he started pistoning his fingers in and out of you. He looked up at you, eyes darkened as was typical for Jake, along with a little curl of his lips while he continued using his tongue over you. His mouth was warm while he melted it into you again and again.

“Jake, f-fuck papi.” You whined, squeezing your fist tight around his curls.

“Ay, easy bebita.” Jake gave you a look of warning.

“Sorry baby, feels so good.”

“Mmm,” Jake hummed over your clit.

He stopped flicking his tongue and started swirling it around instead. His fingers curled, dragging over your walls. Your cunt fluttered around him in response. You grabbed the sheet with your free hand, squeezing tightly. He pursed his lips over you, groaning again into your mound.

“So wet hermosa, you’re dripping down my arm. Messy little girl,” he said in a low growl before continuing to work on your clit.

“I’m getting so close, feels so good.”

“Tell them.”

You looked at him in surprise. If you said anything like that, surely they’d take that as another challenge. You weren’t sure you could handle a perpetual competition between the three of them. Plus you felt bad taunting Marc and Steven like that. You meant what you said when you told Marc earlier that they were each good at different things when it came to the bedroom.

“Jake that’s not a good idea, I don’t want them to-“

“That’s ok…”

Jake pulled his fingers out of you and stopped tonguing your clit. He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. You looked at him wide-eyed. You felt your cunt quiver over nothing with a heavy need.

“Jake…what are you-“

He shrugged, “tell them how good it feels, or take care of it yourself.”

You felt your body burning with desire. You weren’t sure how much longer you could sit like that, just looking at his face, chin glistening in your juices. You gulped, thinking about the repercussions of you telling Steven and Marc directly how good it felt to have Jake making you come undone like that. Surely you’d be in trouble for days after if you did that, but you needed him…now.

“Ok, I’ll do it, just…please,” you begged.

Jake’s smug smirk never failed to make you a little irritated. He got back to work, driving his fingers back into your soaking channel. You arched your back, angling to get them deeper. You looked down, and he was looking back up at you expectantly.

“Steven, Marc…” You moaned, “Jake…Jake makes me feel…”

He started slowing the roll of his tongue and the drag of his fingers the longer you took to get your words out. You could’ve cried with need. Jake could be such an asshole when he wanted to be.

“Jake makes me feel so good!”

With that he became ravenous, mouthing into your pussy like a man starved. You grabbed the sheets with both hands, feeling your body tremble involuntarily. When you finally came, for the third time that night, your orgasm ripped through you, along with a flurry of curses.

It wasn’t until the fog cleared, and you were able to think clearly again, that you really thought about the consequences of your actions. Marc and Steven were going to have a field day with you once the body recovered from having two orgasms that night, and you weren’t going to get a break for quite some time.

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[pursuitseternal]

Seek some release “In the Monster’s Shadow:” Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart

Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart | E | 2.4k of delicious BDSM (and feelings if you squint)

Summary: Betrayed by her dreams, Shadowheart can’t hide much from him… not when he demands such exhilarating pleasure for her and for him.

CW: total Dom!Astarion, degradation, BDSM, impact play, sensory deprivation, cum play, praise kink, a hint of feelings being revealed.

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Chapter 4…

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“Spread your legs and climb on…”

The order purred from beside her, Astarion leaning forward, arm gesturing towards the strange saddle before them.

Shadowheart’s skin burned, hotter than a ray of fire, she felt his gaze taking over her skin. Her cheeks were beet red from her dream, she knew it. And he had seen it all, more than she ever would have said.

Little use hiding it now. Perhaps the truth wouldn’t be so horrible…

But then, as she passed him just within reach, he landed a blow on her already abused backside. Even through the soft material of her shift, that riding crop stung. A yelp slipped from her mouth as she flinched more in surprise than pain.

Pain she knew, an old friend. Not like the monster before her who tilted his head back, as if savoring the sound of her cry more than the sweetest music.

“I know you can move faster, princess,” he chuckled, rapping that flap at the end of the crop against his leathers. The steady tap tap of his own beating his leg sent matching pulses to her already thick and swollen folds. “Hurry it up, girl,” he growled, booted feet landing with steady and loud foot falls, giving her chase. Shadowheart hurried just a bit faster, throwing him a withering scowl, even as she braced her hands on the strange apparatus.

Almost a normal saddle, covered in black velvet, smoother than silk and supple. All save for a patch towards the stock at the front. That part, that was covered with little bristles of leather and horsehair. Already her wet and aching folds throbbed, and the sight of that instantly made her clit itch to be touched.

She could feel the sweat gathering on her forehead, watching him lick his lips from the other side of the saddle, crop still tapping his thigh as he waited. A deep breath, and she hoisted herself astride. He tried to keep her face steady as the materials rubbed her cunt in all the right places, tried to keep the grunt of effort and satisfaction quiet as she settled the expanse of leather and velvet between her thighs.

That crop bit in his fangs, Astarion descended on her, careful only to grip her nightshirt, ripping the soft, buttery material in his skilled hands with ease. “Too bad you weren’t thoughtful enough to remove it for yourself, it was a rather flattering cut on your figure, Shadowheart,” he purred, so silken in her ear. Not unlike her dreams. Her waking nightmares.

He yanked it from her body, taking that hem of it in his hands and fangs and ripping a sizable strip. A thick band of softest fabric, he snapped it between his hands, testing it. Careful not to move, not to grind and make that burning between her thighs worse, she reached her wrists out, smiling, confident she was ahead of him in his games.

“Aww,” he mocked with false gratitude. “So thoughtful,” he grabbed her hands in one of his, only to bring that crop down on her outstretched palms with a snap. “But you’ll learn not to attempt to anticipate my desires. You think you know me, Princess, but you’ll find you’ll enjoy that I’m full of surprises.”

His voice was harsh, silken smooth but cutting, not unlike a sharpened blade. “Hold very still,” he ordered, waiting.

Shadowheart paused, looking into his face as the tip of that crop tapped against his side again. His dexterous hands raised and lowered that leather wand on her thigh faster than she could think. “Well?” he hissed. “When I give you a command, what do you say in reply, darling?”

“Ow!”’ she whined, baring her teeth in ire.

“No, we say…” he promoted, hand raised again with that leather ready to flick again.

“Yes,” she grumbled.

Smack! It landed on her thigh, another red spot on top of the first. “Care to try again?” he smirked, a fang biting his lips slowly as he smirked.

“Yes…” she sneered, angry, and yet totally hot from the inside out, “…master.”

“My, my,” his brows raised in tickled compunction. “It can obey… she can learn something after all. Obedience will look good on you, Princess.” He closed the distance on her, his scent enveloping her first, deadening all her other senses to anything apart from his presence.

His proximity. He flicked her one last desirous smirk before the fabric covered her eyes, before it was cinched tightly around her head.

“Fuck you, Astarion,” she hissed, his fingers not leaving her skin.

Two long, smooth digits stuffed her mouth to silence her. “Careful, or I’ll tear another one for a gag… A shame that would be, given your dreams, you’d rather have something else keeping that dirty mouth of yours busy than cloth.” He jerked her by her mouth closer. She could tell from the intensity of his scent. “Isn’t that right?”

She mumbled around his fingers.

“Oh, nevermind, my little Shade, your body’s already given you away many times over,” his lips brushed her short pointed ear; and she knew he was right. Her body shivered and quaked to be touched, to feel his warm breath sweep down her neck. “You want me to kiss you,” he paused, barely touching those lips to her skin again, “don’t you?”

Fingers pulled out abruptly from her mouth to let her reply. “No,” she bit, even as her body arched closer. Tempted and pulled by his allure.

“Liar,” he hissed, bringing that tip of his crop on top of her thigh. A perfect shot to hit the same spot as before. Another one on the heels of the first. “And what do we say when you speak to me?” His nose brushed down her neck, breathing over the line of her artery.

“No, master. I don’t want your kiss,” she groaned, hand rubbing over the spot that stung from his crop. She was glad to be blinded to how pink it had turned.

“Don’t fret,” he purred, swishing that leather wand in the air fast enough to make her flinch and his and dread its next place of landing. “I’ll find a way to busy your mouth soon, I’m sure…”

Something cool and smooth pressed on her shoulder, that end of his crop she guessed, given the scent of leather near her face. Shadowheart didn’t mind the blindfold; the darkness was her oldest friend. It only served to heighten her other abilities, the other senses that swirled through her body. And right now, all the rest of her attention narrowed down to the ghosting dance of that leather lower and crooked over her back.

His breathing whistled through his teeth, as if he smiled too wide at the sight of her before him to shut those irritating lips. Her back arched under that leather touch as it swept from her hips to her thigh, the one that still remained a blank canvas for his pleasure. Gasping, she couldn’t hold still any longer as that flap of his crop stuck into her folds, playing in the slick and teasing her clit on its wide flap. Hips bucked unbidden, and she braced herself for a smack.

But no punishment came, only more strokes of that leather right where she burned for it.

For him.

Thoughts twisted at the passing words in her mind, trying to rebel, but failing. Failing so hard to hate the idea of wanting him anymore. She arched as that crop withdrew, dragging her slick up her thigh to sweep over the rounded softness of her ass.

“Why don’t you picture a pleasant scene while you ride, darling?” he crooned right beside her ear. “A merry little jaunt through the same wilds we once trekked. Just you… and me…”

The leather landed with a mild smack on her right ass cheek.

“Now ride,” he ordered.

First she hissed, then bucked on the stimulating fabric of the saddle, and finally she sighed her response for him. “Yes, master.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. Teasing that crop back toward the crest of her thighs, he stuck it just right that her clit caught on the windings of the tip with every buck. “What do you see?” he purred.

“Emerald trees, moonlight…” she panted as he raised it harder beneath her. The extra friction of the velvet made her positively soak the saddle between her legs.

“And?” he added, pulling that crop out. Another quick strike on her ass to make her beat faster before he returned it so perfectly in the same spot.

Another moan of bliss as heat flooded her legs, her core ignited with more desire than she ever recalled. “You…” she let the single word slip from her lips. Shame colored her cheeks even redder, she was sure. And the way he chuckled, low and deliciously dark, only made her buck harder and faster, little jerks of her hips to catch more of his wand.

“I do so like the sound of that,” he purred, and she could hear him hissing in delight, the snap and rustle of his clothing reached her ear, she guessed.

All that fabric noise was soon followed by the subtle, almost imperceptible beat of flesh in his hand. As he pleasured himself. “What of me do you see?” he growled, throat tight and teeth gritted, she was sure. Just from his ravenous tone. From the dry beat of his fist on his cock.

Two could play this game, as fun as it was. She would drag him down with her too. If he insisted on taking pleasure from her, she could draw it from him with equal fervor. Her lips smiled as she turned in the direction of his voice. Her hands slunk from where they braced on the saddle before her. One clutched at her breast kneading it and rolling it, the other she braced behind her.

Her hips splayed apart, widening more. Giving him a better view she hoped.

“I see you on the mossy forest floor,” she groaned. “It’s you I am riding, not some steed, some senseless, biting beast.”

“Hgnf,” he growled, voice drawn closer, that feral sound almost maybe inches from her face. “It’s my hand gripping your breast, isn’t it?”

“Yes, master,” she purred back, demonstrating a good hard squeeze on its softness, hard enough to make her own flesh pillow between her fingers.

“It’s my cock buried in your sweet, wet cunt, isn’t it? My hips you clutch between your heated thighs…”

“Yes, master…”

That crop left her flesh so quickly. At first she groaned at its absence. Until two long, silken digits thrust hard inside her, forcing her to lean so much further back in her seat as she kept her constant and erratic rhythm. As she rode something inside her at last, that internal friction was so satisfying at long, long last.

Her teeth bit her tongue, keeping the way his name was about to slip from her mouth as she coiled harder than before, as her muscles clenched and burned.

Bursting, she could hear the shoot of her slick coating her mount, slipping under the pressure of her thighs. He groaned just after her. As her body shook in her climax, she felt sticky, warm liquid coating her breasts. That hand pulled from her clit, ripping her blindfold from her head. Blinking, she quickly scanned the sight before her. The sight of her. The darkened leather of the saddle stained with her cum, the red welts on her thigh, matching the ones on her ass surely.

The pearlescent slick of his cum dripping down her chest, running in sticky rivulets slowly to her breasts.

And then, only then, she looked in his face.

So sharp and hungry, he leered happily at her, body caving just a bit inward. As if he fought to not collapse into her shoulders, her painted chest. His lip twisted in that devilish half-smile as she looked at his cock finally. Hard and blushed at the tip and still dripping his cum as he finally tried to catch his breath. His hand gave it a few slow strokes, each one drawing just a bit more of his spend to drop to the floor. Fingers gripped the back of her neck, that weight bringing her mouth closer as he hissed, “Now, clean it, and be a good girl.”

Better than her dream, she sucked in his length, the bitter tang, the salt of his sweat, it instantly made her wetter once more. And from the way his hips gave little rolls to try and deepen her suck, she knew that this new hold he had on her was growing into something strangely… mutual.

Her tongue lapped and licked until she could feel only velvet skin in her mouth. Until she sucked off his tip with one hard pop.

Astarion’s crimson eyes burned, blazing with the aftermath of his pleasure, softened at the corners with something unspoken, she could sense.

“What is it?” she dared to whisper.

He took a long inhale. “You’re the only one that came back for me at all, you know. After all that time.”

She froze. Waiting for more. His jaw tweaked, as if he fought to swallow more of his words, his traitorous thoughts back into the hollow dark inside him.

Quieter than her ears could barely make out, he managed one last sentence to slip in that moment. “Even if it was to kill me in my sleep, little Shade, you’re the only one.” His eyes instantly hardened again, that sneer and air of the Ascendant returning full force over his demeanor. His shoulders squared, hand releasing from the back of her neck as his eyes narrowed with wicked intent. “The only one not to fear the monster in his lair,” he chuckled.

“Astarion,” she breathed, yet unwilling to lose sight of that softness she had once glimpsed in that same face, long ago. But she was only rewarded for her gentle caress of his name on her tongue with his seed-slicked fingers clawed around her throat.

“Master,” he hissed. A snarl on his lips, and he drew her mouth to his. His kiss was forceful and hungry. Crushing and biting her lip until she tasted her own blood. Until his fingers released her windpipe as she gasped from the ferocity of it. “Clean yourself, and you can venture into the gardens at first light, if you wish. After all, you did please me so.”

His back turned towards her, Shadowheart caught merely a glimpse of his scarlet stare for a second before he vanished into mist once more.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Dave x F!Reader PWP. Dream a Little Dream of Me [Set post-The Princess and The Duke]

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact.

Specific Warnings: Somnophilia(adjacent? reader masturbates in bed while Dave sleeps); Voyeurism; getting caught, softdom!Dave; dick riding; no PiV; spanking; overstim; degradation(Dave calls reader slut mention of reader being a toy); Sir kink; let me know if I missed anything!   

Word count: 2k [Read on Ao3]

Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @speckledemerald for beta-ing for me! And thank you to @strang3lov3 and @covetyou @lucyeyelesbarrow and the rest of the punishment barrel for encouraging this hot mess. I’m on a bit of a hiatus (life has gone to shit outside of my delulu land of Tumblr) bear with me my posting might get a little erratic.

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The alarm clock taunts you. Red numbers on the display telling you its 03:07.

What taunts you more are the restless moans that slip from Dave’s lips. 

You woke up to the sound of Dave stirring next to you in bed ten minutes ago. Now you’re rolling onto your back, your eyes transfixed on the way the sheets tent over Dave’s crotch. You watch as his hips buck against the soft fabric, his face contorted into a blissful grimace. You don’t want to wake him. Work has been hell recently and tonight is the first night he has come to bed at a sensible hour in weeks. 

“Fuck,” you breathe to yourself as you try not to jostle the bed as you scoot over, giving him some space. You run your hands down your body and pinch your clothed nipples between your thumb and forefinger of each hand. You arch your back at the friction as your nipples pebble beneath the fabric of your tank top. 

You breathe out slowly, trying to make as little noise as you move your dominant hand down over your stomach. You hum softly to yourself as you slip your hand below the waistband of your sleep shorts. Your fingers slide through your slick folds, and you clench around nothing as you bring them back up to your clit. 

A soft groan lilts from Dave’s lips and you have to bite your lip to stop your own moan breaching the otherwise quiet bedroom. You pinch your nipple harder with your other hand as you use your middle finger to swirl gentle, teasing circles around your swollen clit. 

Pleasure and pain spark through you as you spread your legs, imagining Dave’s mouth on your cunt rather than your fingers. You imagine him lapping up your wetness with a broad swipe of his tongue. Dragging it from your entrance to your clit in a firm stripe. You shudder and your knees tremble as you imitate the action with two of your slick digits. 

“Dave,” you breathe, your voice barely more than a whisper as your hips buck violently. You use both fingers to rub hard, punishing circles into your tender bundle of nerves. Your mouth falls open in a wordless, noiseless, cry as you feel the heat snaking down your spine, pooling at the base as you pick up momentum. Your hips continue to jerk, no matter how hard you try to stay still. 

Your knees tremble as your cunt clenches hard, you ache to be filled but you know you need to keep the movement to a minimum. You pant softly as you rub harder and harder circles over your throbbing bundle of nerves. Pleasure crackles under your skin as you curl your toes, your whole body shuddering as you feel your release teetering on the edge. 

“Baby?” 

The soft, sleepy, murmur tips you over the precipice. Your eyes screw shut as you come hard, whimpering at way your body bursts with sensation. You writhe and pant as you come down, your body relaxing back into the mattress as you realise you have to face the painful reality facing you. 

Dave caught you masturbating in bed. 

“Having fun there, Princess?” 

“Fuck, Dave,” you say as you refuse to look at him, shame making heat prickle under your already super-heated skin, “Didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“You sure?” Dave asks as you feel him shift on the bed, the mattress dips and your breath hitches in your throat, “Made some sweet little noises, couldn’t exactly sleep through them.” 

“You’re one to talk,” you say as you sneak a glance at him. 

He’s lying on his side, bedsheet thrown back as he smirks at you. His dick erect and weeping as it juts out towards you. His dark eyes are almost black in the low light, the corners creased as he looks you over. You shut your eyes, cheeks burning with shame as you press your thighs together to alleviate the desire still thrumming at your core. 

“Want to elaborate on that, Princess?” He growls as you feel him shift on the bed again, his knee bumps against your thigh and you shudder. 

“You were moaning in your sleep,” you say quietly as you feel the drag of Dave’s palm on your navel where your tank top has ridden up, his broad hand splays across your skin as he moves up your torso. His thick fingers slip under the hem of the fabric, and you groan as he cups one of your breasts possessively, giving it a firm squeeze. 

“That so?” Dave taunts as you squirm, “Poor thing, should have just woken me up,” he tuts as he presses a kiss to the swell of your bare shoulder. His lips sear against your skin as you crack your eyes back open. His dark eyes are predatory as he ensnares you with his gaze. 

“You needed the sleep,” you say without much conviction, your resolve fizzles away as Dave continues to press sloppy wet kisses to your already damp skin. His thumb and forefinger roll your stiff nipple gently and you arch up into his touch at the pleasure streaked with pain that radiates through you.

“Well, I’m awake now.” 

Dave crawls over you, knees slotting either side of your waist as you look up at him. His thick thighs squeeze around your legs, pinning them together as he rests the length of his cock on your mound. His hands come up to circle your wrists pulling them up above your head before transferring them both to one of his broad hands. 

“Do you want to know what I was dreaming about, Princess?” 

Dave asks as he ghosts his lips over yours, not quite kissing you, pulling back and denying you when you try and chase the contact. He tilts his head to the side as he waits for you to answer him. 

“Tell me,” you say as you roll your hips, your slick folds gliding over the underside of his cock and he groans. 

“I was buried in this tight little pussy,” Dave whispers as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit, you jolt at the overstimulation, “Fucking you so hard you screamed.” 

“Fuck, please,” you whine as you shudder beneath him. 

“Please, what?” Dave taunts you as he presses his cheek flat against yours as he drags his teeth against your ear, “What does my horny little slut need?” 

“Please fuck me, Sir.” 

“I don’t know if you deserve that, Princess,” he rolls his hips, grinding his cock over your slick, swollen bundle of nerves, “But I have a better idea.”

Dave grabs your hips with both hands and in one swift motion you’re on top of him. You grin down at him in triumph before you realise, he’s not moving his hips from yours. He’s got you held, hot wet cunt pressed down flush onto his shaft. 

“Ride it,” he growls and you whine in frustration as you realise he doesn’t mean to fuck you. 

“Sir, please,” you mewl as you roll your hips on his length, chasing whatever friction you can get. 

“Should have woken me up,” he tuts as one of his hands loosens from your hip. You cry out as the flat of his palm lands with a loud crack on your ass cheek. Pleasure shoots straight to your core and you buck your hips forward. 

“Fuck, Dave,” you pant as you plant your hands on his broad chest, his hand comes to soothe your skin where heat is blossoming under your skin. 

“You got so hot when I caught you touching yourself didn’t you, Princess?” 

“Yes, Sir,” you whine as you chase the friction on your clit, pressing yourself down harder and harder with every grind of your hips.

“Dirty fucking slut, liked getting caught didn’t you?” 

“Yes,” you whine as his tip bumps against your clit, you can’t help but groan deep as your overstimulation bleeds into another orgasm. You won’t last long. 

“So needy,” he grunts as you feel his cock twitch against your cunt, his dark eyes are wide as he cranes his neck to watch. You slide yourself up high enough that you could push him inside if you wanted. 

His tip notches at your core and you pant as you hold yourself there. Your thighs tremble as you watch Dave’s eyes blow out with desire, his hand returns to your hip. You think he might just take you, say fuck it, but instead he takes back control.

“That was close Princess, almost had me burying myself deep in that tight little cunt,” Dave hisses as he slides your cunt back down his shaft, denying you once more. 

“Just love your cock Sir,” you whine as he starts to move you on his own, his feet planted on the bed as he raises his hips. 

“I know baby, I know,” he coos as he starts to move your hips, rocking you against his thick length with fervour as he chases his release. 

“Sir, fuck yes,” you choke out as you feel your own orgasm tightening in your core as Dave uses you like a toy. 

“Look at that,” he breathes as he watches your eyes roll back, “Come for me baby.” 

You cry out as he rubs his shaft hard on your clit, the tip of his cock bumping your swollen, twitching bundle of nerves over and over. You come hard just as Dave’s head flies back, his face contorted into a snarl as he comes. His tip rests heavy just below your clit and you can feel every pulse as Dave erupts beneath you. 

“Fuck yeah baby, that’s it, that’s fucking it,” Dave pants out between low groans and breathy moans, his chest rising and falling in hard, laboured breaths. 

You watch with mouth agape as he comes all over his stomach, painting the tan skin with thick streaks of white as he comes through your folds, over your clit.   

“Fuck,” you whine as you fall forward, elbows either side of Dave’s head as you try not to press your belly against his come stained middle.

“That was intense, you ok?” Dave asks softly as he cups your jaw with one hand, the other leaves your hip to trail absently up your side. 

“Fucking amazing, never ridden you like that before, fucking hot.” 

“Yeah? So it wasn’t punishment enough, is that what you’re saying?” Dave says with a wicked grin before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Oh no, I’m still aching for your cock baby, punishment received,” you giggle as you return the kiss, deeper this time. Your tongues wind together lazily in Dave’s mouth.

“Alright, let’s go get cleaned up,” Dave says with a breathy laugh as you grimace at your joint spend as it cools in the night air.

“Yes Sir,” you purr as you climb off him, making sure to shake your hips deliberately as you head to the ensuite. You can feel his eyes on you the whole time and you can’t help but smile as you hear him growl from the bed. 

The moment you’re back in bed, having cleaned up and peed in record time, you’re both battling to stay awake. 

“Next time just wake me baby,” Dave murmurs against the top of your head as he spoons you from behind. 

“Ok baby, but I want to ride you like that again,” you say as you wrap your arms around his forearms as he pulls you close against him. 

“Didn’t think it’d be as fun as it was,” Dave hums sleepily as he settles into the crook of your neck, “We can start with that next time, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget your name baby.” 

You squirm back against him as your pussy clenches around nothing. 

“You’re a tease,” you respond with a sigh as your feel the unrelenting pull of sleep. “So’re you baby,” Dave mumbles and you smile to yourself as you falls asleep in his arms. 

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[shes-nott-me]

Austin being needy. That's it. Just Austin being a horny needy slut for his woman. Do with that what you will 🤣

I know I said blurbs, but I got a lil carried away with this one, also if this isn’t what you wanted I’m so sorry feel free to leave another request.

This is also my first Austin work so feedback is more than welcome, but I also love this concept so maybe you’ll see more of it if you like it so LMK. 💋Enjoy💋

TW: MINORS SHOO, daddy kink, spanking, minor brat taming, dacryphillia, bondage, oral briefly.

You, Austin couldn’t take his eyes off you, how could he. You, you were the pinnacle of elegance in opulence, the way the light hit your dress was mesmerizing, only being outshined by the one in the dress, you. Austin doesn't know who styled you tonight but he does know they need a bonus. Only you could pull off such a look, crystal from head to toe, paired with dewy make-up and sparkling doe eyes, to match your dress, he watched you make your way across the room, past him, to whoever you’re with. Austin felt pathetic watching you giggle, with some new guy, cock straining in his trousers. You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, making eye contact with Austin, releasing it with a pout, He’s taken back in time to you with tears in your eyes, his cock down your throat, hands tied behind your back, staring up at him with those same doe eyes. 

Austin shakes his head back into reality. He sees your boyfriend's eyes wandering, to some other girl at the party. ‘He’s a fool’ Austin thinks how could  someone take their eyes off of you, for someone so, so plain. That’s one thing Austin loved about you. Your “go big or don’t go'' attitude. another memory floods his mind.

It was when you first started dating “Angel, don’t you think that outfit is a little much.”  you turn around to look at him in mock horror.

“A little much?” you repeat. “Austin, my love, there’s no such thing.”  you take a seat on your boyfriend's lap. “What’s the point in showing up, if I don’t show out.” Austin roll’s his eyes at you. “Although exceptions do apply for weddings and stuff like that.” he smiles at your mindless rambling, which was more to yourself than him at this point. “But this is not a wedding.” you say, standing, your voice suddenly getting louder, index finger in the air. “And I strongly suggest, you adopt that same mindset if you’re gonna keep up with me.” He plants a kiss on your forehead. 

Austin wonders what you see in the guy, was it because he was closer to you in age. He knows it wasn’t because he could fuck you better, because no one could fuck Austin’s Angel, better than Austin could. Only he could make someone as put together and innocent as yourself, fall apart and do so in such a filthy manner. Your natural pout, innocent twinkle in your eye, successfully fool everyone around you, but they torture him, to the highest degree.

You’re so eloquently spoken, and you carry yourself with such flawless grace, all that topped with a playful, girlish essence, you were the textbook definition of a glamorous ingenue, only he could bring out the little vixen in you . His pants grow even tighter, which he didn’t even know was possible, as the images of you tied up, head in the mattress, ass being propped up with a pillow, flashed through his mind. 

“Are you gonna watch your mouth next time, Angel?”  Austin asked you, your only response is incoherent mumbling, drool leaking from your soft lips, your throat has been torn apart from screaming, your makeup is ruined, your face is wet with a combination of drool, tears, cum, and sweat. Your cunt is swollen and dripping,  still recovering from constant edging and slapping it has taken so far. Another firm slaps on your ass. “Good girls, use big girl words.” you nod.  He slaps your ass again “those aren’t words, angel.” 

You mumble a hoarse “I'm sorry.” he seems content with that response as he finally pushes his cock into your aching cunt.

He’s brought back into reality by the sound of your voice softly arguing with your boyfriend. Austin makes his way over to the commotion. 

“You're being dramatic.” you whisper shout at your boyfriend. 

“What’s going on here?” Austin says, interrupting you guys, he sees you roll your eyes.

“He’s here to save you, you can stop wasting my time.” your now ex-boyfriend walks away. 

“You ruin everything,” you whine, tugging on Austin’s sleeve.

“Now, is that any way to talk to daddy, angel?” your eyes immediately soften, you shake your head, already entranced by the man standing over you. Austin could melt with the way you look up at him. Tears well up in your eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. Austin could cum just looking at you. “Come on baby, let’s get you home, and maybe if you're good, you’ll get some cock, from daddy,” you nod excitedly, taking Austin's hand.

[enid-rhees]

Please oh please give us a jealous Enid smut where she's bitter at how much time fem reader is spending time with (somebody either their age or someone fem reader has a crush on, eg daryl or Carl, etc) and so she decides to assert her dominant side

Tysm!!

jealousy, jealousy || enid rhee x fem!reader

genre: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

warnings: thigh riding, oral (r. receiving) face riding, scissoring, strap-on use, edging, possessive!Enid, also dom!Enid (my fav 🤭) (also a bit of soft dom!Enid)

a/n: i went a little crazy - you guys have no idea how much i love writing Enid smut. like omg. thank you sm for your request, anon! hope you enjoy! icon made by @elisiassideb1tch ✨ (using this one again bc it’s one of my favs tbh)

also disclaimer: i love Lydia, and as soon as i’m sorted out i will probably be adding her to my writing list :] the plot for this story is just for the request, it doesn’t reflect my feelings on Lydia :)

why did you always have to be with Lydia?

it really annoyed Enid. she wanted to spend time with you as well, but you were always with Lydia. Enid sees you with her right now, laughing and jokingly hitting each other every time one of you says something.

Enid could feel her blood slowly start to boil. why couldn’t she have you too? she wanted to make you laugh, she wanted to be the one sitting next to you. well, Enid wanted to more than just those two things. things Lydia wouldn’t be able to do to you, only her.

you looked away from Lydia, and caught Enid staring at you. you smiled at her and waved, and Enid faked an innocent smile and waved back. Lydia nudged your shoulder and you looked back at her, “i think she wants to talk to you.” she whispered with a cheeky smile.

you smiled back and Enid felt herself getting upset again, but then you turned back to her and hopped off the chair you were in and ran over to her. “hi.” you smiled, and Enid couldn’t fake the smile that painted her lips. “hey.”

“did you wanna talk about something?” you questioned, wrapping your arms over yourself. “yeah, uh, can we head inside?” Enid asked, and you nodded. “yeah, yeah of course.”

the two of you walked inside and Enid started walking to her room, so you followed her. once you were in, Enid closed and locked her door. before you could say anything else, you were suddenly pushed against the door, Enid’s face barely touching yours. your eyes widened, “Enid?” you whispered. her green eyes darkened, and your knees went weak.

“i can’t stand it.” she growled, practically against your lips. “you’re always with Lydia, and she’s always the one making you laugh. why can’t that be me? i want to be the one to make you laugh, to make you smile, to make you moan my name and have everyone know you’re mine. i want you to be mine.”

if it weren’t for Enid keeping you up against the door, your knees would’ve fallen completely weak. “i want to be yours.” you whispered. “make me yours.”

Enid didn’t need to be told twice. she finally closed the distance and kissed you. both of you couldn’t help but moan into each other’s mouth. your hands wrapped over her neck and pulled her body against yours. she pulled away from your swollen lips and instead attached her lips to your neck. you moaned in utter pleasure and tangled your fingers into her hair, tugging on it softly.

she began marking your neck, leaving marks in places everyone could see. Enid tore your flannel off your body and began leaving more marks down your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, you could only tighten your grip in her hair. her fingers reached behind and effortlessly unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground. Enid practically drooled at the sight of your breasts in front of her, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

Enid wrapped her lips around one, eliciting a gasp from your lips. her hand grabbed the other, rubbing it between her finger and thumb. the feeling between your legs was growing hotter and hotter, you needed her now. “Enid.” you whined, “i need you so bad… please.” she pulled away from your breasts and looked up at you. “yeah? what do you want me to do to you, baby?”

she then cupped you through your jeans and you moaned loudly. “i need…” you gasped as Enid started to kiss at your neck again, purposely throwing you off. “i need you… to fuck me.” that’s all Enid to hear as she pulled you away from her bedroom door and pushed you down onto her bed. Enid unbuttoned your jeans and threw them across the room when she slipped them off your legs, not knowing or caring where they landed.

your folds were already soaking, dripping down onto Enid’s sheets. but she didn’t care, not even a little. Enid began to take her own clothes off as well, throwing them wherever yours landed. you couldn’t stop staring down at her chest, all you wanted to do was squeeze and suck on her breasts like it would be your last meal. you couldn’t help but crawl over to her and sit on her thighs, taking one in your mouth. a low moan left Enid’s lips.

your body ached for friction, and you began to slowly rut yourself onto Enid’s thigh. a laugh then came from Enid, “you’re so needy. who got you like this?” you whimpered around her breast, moving faster against her thigh. the friction against your clit was euphoric, you couldn’t stop. Enid’s thigh was covered in your slick, but she didn’t care. the mess you were making on her only made Enid want to ruin you more.

she put a hand on your jaw, forcing to pull away from her breast. you continued to rut against her thigh desperately. “i asked you a question, pretty. who’s gotten you so needy?” your head fell on her shoulder as you moaned loudly. “you!” you cried out, gripping onto her shoulder as you began to move faster on her thigh.

“that’s right.” she hummed, placing one kiss on your neck. when you felt your orgasm began to approach, Enid removed you from her thigh, pushing you back down on your back. she spread your legs wide open and got on her stomach, placing each leg over her shoulders. you whined at the loss of your orgasm, but it was cut off with a loud moan as Enid thrusted her tongue inside of you with no warning.

you tugged on her hair again, and Enid moaned into you. your eyes widened and your back arched at the vibration it sent up your body. Enid reached forward and pushed your hips down, pinning you to the bed. her tongue was ravenous inside of you, eating you out like she hasn’t eaten in days. you almost couldn’t handle it; hips constantly trying to push up against Enid’s hands and endless moans coming out of your mouth.

Enid was loving it, she couldn’t get enough of knowing there were people who could be hearing you moaning right now, and it was all for her. she purposefully moved her head up slightly so her nose would rub against your clit, just to get you to moan louder, and it worked like a charm. your moans were beautifully loud, Enid didn’t want you to stop.

she pulled away, her lips glistening in your juices. Enid licked her lips happily, moaning at the taste of you. she tapped your thighs as you were catching your breath. “ride my face.” she practically demanded. your stomach did flips at that, something about Enid being dominant over you drove you crazy. Enid laid on her back and you placed your thighs on either side of her head, slowly lowering yourself down onto her.

Enid already had her tongue out for you, and you cried out as her tongue immediately started to lap at your slick once more. she held your waist tightly as you gripped her headboard for balance. you started to move your hips against her lips, head falling back at the feeling. one of your hands let go of the headboard and grabbed a fistful of Enid’s hair while you grind into her mouth.

you couldn’t stop moaning. constant whines, moans and small cries left your lips every second from the pleasure Enid was giving you. “fuck! hng… mhm, oh, Enid!”

Enid’s nails dug into your skin, but it was only more pleasurable. “don’t… don’t stop! Enid, please. oh my god.” your jaw was dropped wide open, letting everyone know that you were getting fucked so good by Enid. and more importantly to Enid, letting Lydia know.

your movements quickened as you felt your orgasm begin to come closer and closer. your stomach tightened. “oh… Enid. i’m close! Enid… i’m- i’m going to-“ Enid pushed you off of her, and you whined yet again at the loss of your orgasm. “Enid please… need to cum.” you cried out.

Enid crawled over you and began to kiss your neck harshly. “tell me.” she spoke sternly. “who do you belong to?” your hands clung to her back as a breathy moan left your lips. “have i already fucked you dumb? just from my tongue? who do you belong to?” Enid repeated, sucking harder on your neck.

“you! i belong… to you!” you cried out. “i’m yours. i’m all yours... no one else’s.” you began to just spill out words from your lips like a mantra. your hands scratched up and down her back, leaving bright red marks behind. “only i can make you feel this good. only i can make you scream this loud for everyone to hear, not Lydia, me.”

Enid sat up and fit her legs between yours, lowering her hips until your clits met. both of you released loud moans at the contact. she began to move her hips against yours, the headboard now lightly hitting the wall.

both of you were in complete heaven. your head was fuzzy, only being able to comprehend the amount of pleasure Enid was giving you. you’ve dreamed of this for months. and Enid- she couldn’t believe this was finally happening. she’s spent just as long as you, watching you and imagining the things she could be doing to you. figuring out ways to keep your attention only her and not just Lydia.

seeing you today — being so affectionate with Lydia just set something off in Enid. she was so tired of secretly pining over you, she finally decided to do what she’s been fantasizing about. and the fact that you gave into her so quickly — how you’ve been wanting this almost as much as her — she couldn’t hold herself back any longer.

you looked so ethereal under Enid. body glistened with a light layer of sweat, your breasts were constantly bouncing up and down in front of her, and your mouth was dropped open with beautiful sounds coming out. if Enid could have you like this for the rest of time, she can easily say she’s already lived her life to the fullest. this is all she needed - you were all she needed.

“ohh, Enid. oh- fuck! please! faster… please.” Enid couldn’t deny you, especially when you were begging like that. she started to move her hips faster with yours, your clits rubbing together so perfectly.

“i’m- i’m gonna cum, Enid. please… please let me-“ Enid suddenly stopped her moments, and you whined again. “not yet, sweetheart.” she whispered, kissing your lips sweetly. you sloppily made out for a few minutes, hands running all over each others bodies. “can you take one more thing for me, sweetheart? can you take my cock?” you moaned against her lips at that, stomach tightening in anticipation. “yes… i need your cock, Enid.”

Enid briefly removed herself from your body and reached under her bed. she grabbed a box and quickly grabbed her strap from inside, throwing the box to the side. you had no idea where Enid managed to find one, but you didn’t care, the sight of it made your core ache. Enid wrapped it around her lower hips. she then spread your legs wide open and slid her cock up and down your soaking folds. your head fell back on the pillow as you moaned out.

she entered you without warning, and you cried out. Enid slid in so easily due to how wet you were for her. your slick dripped down your thighs and onto her bedsheets. Enid hung your legs over her thighs and gripped your waist, pounding into to you mercilessly. the base of the strap hit back against her clit, causing Enid to start moaning as well.

the headboard was now being slammed against the wall with how hard she was thrusting into you. neither of you cared though, you were in too much pleasure to care. your hands tightly gripped onto her bedsheets while Enid tightened her grip on your waist. your body was on full display for her, and you were absolutely beautiful — so fucked out for her.

skin slapping could also be heard throughout the room. Enid didn’t let up on her pace, in fact, she thrusted faster into you. “oh! oh my god, Enid. oh- faster. please, fuck me faster!” how could she say no to you? Enid kept a firm grip on your waist and pounded even harder into you.

“you’re doing so good for me, my love. taking my cock so well…” Enid hummed. she couldn’t control her moans after that, the pleasure from the base of her strap intensifying. “am i making you feel good, pretty?”

“yes… so good! so, so good.” you blabbered on, and it was only fueling Enid’s pride. your hand let go of the bedsheets and gripped onto her arm as she continued to thrust into you. you couldn’t help but look down and watch Enid’s cock slide in and out of you. you moaned at the sight, the intense feeling inside of you slowly growing. “like what you see, honey? you like watching yourself getting fucked?”

her words had such an effect on you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. “you feel so good, Enid.” you whined. “‘m getting close.” you mumbled to her.

“me too, honey. let’s cum together.” Enid told you. you nodded as she kept up her ruthless thrusts. both of you started to moan more and more as your orgasms got closer. Enid’s thrusts started to slowly lose rhythm the closer she got to her peak, so she thrusted harder instead. “ohh-oh, Enid, i’m coming!” you yelled. exploding, white hot pleasure took over your body and you screamed out. Enid thrusted into you once, staying buried deep inside of you as her orgasm hit her as well. the room once again filled with moans as you rode out your highs.

Enid gently pulled out of you and took the strap off before falling against your sweaty body. both of you needed to catch your breath, but you needed each others lips more. your lips connected sloppily and Enid kept you pinned to her mattress. after a few minutes, she finally pulled away from you and leaned her head on yours as you both caught your breath.

“you know,” you started and sat up, Enid following. you sat on her lap and hung your arms over her neck. “as much as i fucking enjoyed everything you just did to me, you do know that Lydia is just my friend, yeah?” you asked teasingly, lightly brushing your fingers through her hair.

“i know,” Enid hummed, pressing one quick kiss to your lips. “but i was just getting so… jealous. she was always making you laugh, hugging you, touching you… and i couldn’t keep my feelings in any longer. and today, i couldn’t hold back.” Enid explained, hands running over your body gently. she rubbed your hips soothingly.

“i don’t know why you never did this sooner… i thought it might’ve been obvious that i wanted you too. but i’m definitely not complaining. that was fucking amazing… i’ve never felt so good before.” you told her. “and i mean it, i’m all yours. no one else’s. you’re the only one who could ever make me feel that good.”

Enid connected your lips again and you happily kissed her back. “i’m yours, and you’re mine.” she whispered against your lips. “all yours.” you whispered back, letting Enid push you back down on the bed.

[elliesbiatch]

Hungry

Ellie x Fem reader

Reblogs/ comments/ likes are appreciated ily🤍

Warnings: smut ,18+, fluff, mdni, mommy kink, lactation kink, cursing, fingering, lmk if I missed any :)) enjoy 😊

Notes: proofread: kinda :/

Word count: 1k

I lay on the couch in our house as the evening sun shone in on me. Ellie would be back soon and we would be able to spend the rest of the day together. The baby was upstairs asleep and I had spent the day cleaning and cooking Ellie’s favourite dinner.

The door creaks open and I hear Ellie’s heavenly voice, “I’m home babe” she calls and I practically jump up. “Hey mommy” she coos and looks briefly around for our child. “Where is he” she asks as she comes over and wraps her arms around me- kissing my neck. “Upstairs- he’s asleep” I mutter as I start to tingle from her kisses. “Something smells good” she mumbles and I nod my head towards the kitchen.

“You didn’t” she mutters looking down at me. I give her a quick smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen. “I love you when you make it” she smiles as I dish her dinner up for her. “How was patrol” I ask as she begins to eat. “Eh” she muttered as she fills her mouth. “You not having any?” She asks looking up briefly. “We already ate” I tell her and she smiles. I clean up a little as she finishes up.

“Was mommy busy today?” She asks, bringing her bowl over to the sink I was standing at. “You don’t have to go call me mommy when he’s not around” I giggle as she smirks and comes up behind me, wrapping her hands once again around my waist. “I like calling you mommy though” she groans into my ear. I close my eyes slightly and try to stop the ache that’s forming for her. “Ellie I’m busy” I cry as she kisses my neck.

“You’ve been cleaning all day, leave it - I’ll do it later” she mutters and turns me around to face her- my back against the sink now. I look up into her green eyes and sigh- I need her so bad. “Kiss me” I croak and she smirks before leaning in. Her lips are soft and pillowy as she moves with mine. Her hands come up to cup my face as we leans into the kiss further. “I missed you today” she mutters into me. “You too” I mumble back, her tongue now entering my mouth.

Her hands make their way down to my neck and then down to my boobs. “Ouch” I cry as she squeezes them slightly. “What’s wrong” she gasps, pulling away and looking at my chest. I was only wearing a tight, grey top with no bra- my boobs hurt from carrying the milk, so this was the best option. Her eyes widen at the two wet spots around my hard nipples. “Fuck- you’re leaking” she mutters in amazement at my round tits.

“Didn’t he drink it today” she mutters, eyes still on my tits. “Yeah- but I’ve been producing so much and he’s asleep right now so” I sigh as I rub over my aching tits. “Come here- I can help” she says, biting her lip and grabbing my wrist. “What? No Ellie” I giggle as she pulls me back into the sitting room and ushers me to sit beside her. “I wanna taste, please mommy” she groans as I raise an eyebrow- she’s never done this before. “Ellie-“ I begin but she cuts me off by standing back up to me and kitten licking over my clothed nipple. “Fuck” I groan as she licks again.

“Please I’m hungry” she giggles into me. Her hands come up to my waist and rub little circles into my skin. I tilt my head slightly and take a shaky breath. “Lemme see them” she begs and I roll my eyes. She does puppy dog eyes so I have no other choice than to cave. “Fine” I mutter before pulling my top off. She mutters something under her breath as she sees my tits bounce out. I groan slightly at the weight of them- they seemed to grow twice their size since I started to breast feed. “They’re so swollen” she mumbles as she once again takes them into her hands.

“Sit down” she begs as I shake my head and smile. “You’re so desperate for a taste of mommy aren’t you “ I coo and she slightly licks her chapped lips and nods her head. I sit down and she straddles me. She gives me a kiss on the forehead before leaning her head down so that her mouth reaches my overly sensitive nipples. She takes my nipple in her mouth and plays with the other one using her fingers. The relief and pleasure I get as she sucks them makes me wet.

She hums into me as milk begins to drip a little down her chin. “Fuck- you taste to good” she groans as she brings her lips up to mine- giving me a sloppy, wet kiss. She then positions her thigh between my legs, “use my thigh to get yourself off” she mumbles as her lips latch around my nipples again. She swirls her tongue around lightly as I begin to grind against her leg. The pleasure is unbelievable as my clothed clit grazes off her. My breathy moans fill the room and all she does is hum in satisfaction.

“Fuck- you’re milked dry” she moans as she detaches from my relieved tits. She brings her forehead to mine and looks me in the eyes as she slips her hand down the waistband of my sweatpants. I let out a little shriek as she slips two fingers into my dripping, needy hole. She hums as she pumps them in and out of me, making my back arch with pleasure. “Y-you gonna make me cum? You gonna thank mommy for giving you her milk” I moan as she nods her head and hums a ‘yes’. “I fucking can’t wait for you to fill up again so I can have more mommy” she groans as i feel my orgasm coming. “I’m gonna cum Ellie” I moan as I grind against her fingers more and more. “Cum for me mommy” she begs.

[finntheehumaneater]

Find the word tag game!

Tagged by the lovely @itsthestrangestthings, and my words are “heart, blood, pull, stand, try” 🩵

(The snippets are from “I owe you a black eye and two kisses”. And I made this super long because I was bored. Every indented thing is it’s own bit they’re not connected)

heart

He felt Eddie startle as he set the tin back down, flinching in on himself, one of his knees raised as he threw the notebook onto the bench and wrenched off his headphones. “Jesus, Harrington…,” he muttered, putting a hand over his heart and sighing. His eyes looked kind of red, like he had been crying. Steve wanted to ask what was wrong, but he knew Eddie would yell at him if he did. “Give a man a warning.”

“Hey, hey—Steve…” Eddie sighed and held his hand out, fingers shaky and unsure. Steve took it instantly, the metal rings Eddie always wore feeling cold against skin. “I know. I mean—it’s hard, okay? You were an asshole, and I know you’re different now, but I’m maybe a little bit in love with you now, and I don’t want to get my heart broken. Which is shitty, because I hurt you over that.”

Steve felt himself melt slightly and he squeezed her hand. It was blue and purple, string weaves together with a little heart bead at the center. Or near the center. It wasn't perfect, but he knew that Dustin had only taught her how to make bracelets like these a few days ago, so it was pretty good for one of her first tries.

Steve's breath caught and he roughly tugged his hand away from El's, causing a small sound of disappointment to slip from her lips. It broke his heart further. He knew she didn't like when he did that, but he would make it up to her later.

Blood

I….um…have a lot for this, so here are my favorites lmao

He waited for Eddie to get out, and then hobbled behind him to the front door. Every step made his chest ache and his lungs burn. The painkillers helped a bit, but it was only Ibuprofen so it just made him feel less tired. He still needed sleep, though. Maybe a good shower. He smelled like blood sweat and dust, even though his clothes were clean.

There was blood everywhere. It was on him, and on the floor, and dripping into teeth. He was alone and the room was dark and fuck, he couldn't see. Everything was blurry. His face hurt. His head hurt. His chest hurt. He heard the door open, and backed into the corner, barely able to see through his swollen eyes.

Steve froze. Eddie's hand was on his chest, the other on the back of his neck, eyes gazing at Steve's lips and his body like he wanted nothing more than to rip Steve apart right then and there-kiss him all over and get his skin between his teeth, blood on his lips. And Steve would have let him. Steve would let him, even though he knew it wasn't right. Eddie was high, he wasn't thinking straight.

"And why should I?" Eddie whispered, his thumb pressed to Steve's lip hard. Steve could taste blood in his mouth from where the scab on it had split open again. He liked that, too.

So there he was, curled into Eddie's side with his face pressed against the skin that was shown from where Eddie's t-shirt was riding up. It was some shitty horror movie that they were watching, but there was so much blood and screaming and Steve was seconds away from losing it—the only thing keeping him from drifting away and sobbing, because he remembered blood and screaming, was Eddie's hand petting through his hair, slowly and gently.

There was blood on him. On the walls, on the floor, in his hair. And only he could see it. It was on Robin, too. It was on both of them. And he was screaming but Eddie couldn't hear it. She was screaming and she pretended like she wasn't.

He ignored the noise he sounded out, a kind of sob caught on a whimper as his breath hitched. He moved his hands to scrub them together. Like he was trying to get the blood off. It stayed stained to his skin. "M'not crying—"

"Please don't change it," Steve whispered, sounding desperate, pleading, because now the blood was running down his forehead and getting all over Eddie's hands. Eddie didn't seem to care. Couldn't see it. Couldn't feel it. But Steve cared. "You were—you were laughing before, I know you want to watch it."

Pull

Their tones were hushed, and Wayne kept looking back over at Steve, which made him shrink into himself slightly, feeling bare again. He wished he had a jacket or something-something that he could pull around himself. He tugged the waistband of his jeans up a bit higher and crossed his arms over his stomach.

Steve couldn't stop himself from nodding. He wanted to pull away from Eddie, tell him that this wasn't funny and that he needed to stop, but he wanted this so badly. He liked the teasing, as annoying as it was. And it wasn't even teasing at this point. It sounded more condescending.

Kendall pushed him away gently by the shoulders, smiling slightly when he frowned and tried to pull her back to him. "You're so fucking clingy, did you know that?"

"I'm not upset," Steve grits out through his teeth, pulling away slightly and curling his fingers into the fabric is Eddie's t-shirt to pull it down over his stomach, smoothing over the folds more than he has to-almost like petting, now—because he needs to do something with his hands. He needs to keep busy and focus on something so that he doesn't have to look Eddie in the eyes. Because if he did, all the walls that he had spent so long to build, worked so goddamn hard on, would come falling right now. Nothing but dust, showing him the crumpled and broken, bleeding and exhausted form of what Steve Harrington really was.

stand

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he turned his head, seeing the melted flesh and bones in the corner rise and move closer, a long, shaking hand sliding across the floor towards his foot.

"Let me guess. The blood is from Starcourt?" His voice sounded quiet and soft, and Steve felt arms wrapped around his waist from behind and a chin resting over his shoulder, and it felt oddly soft for how Eddie normally was—and maybe a little fast considering that they just actually kissed for the first time and had only known each other (technically, Steve wasn't going to count highschool) for two days—but he just let Eddie stand there, listening to him breathe.

Try

"Jesus, okay. We have very little hot water, so try not to use it all, yeah? Like a ten minute shower tops? I'll come in and leave some clothes on the counter, and then I'll go and make up the couch for you. You'll be okay in here by yourself?"

Steve sat up a bit more on elbows. He was aware this this was Eddie's room-Eddie's space, and that Eddie was allowed to come and go as he liked-but it was amusing to him to watch Eddie try and be polite. Steve did feel bad for Eddie-immensely-and he knew that Eddie didn't want him to be here, but it didn't matter. He wasn't here for Eddie, right now, he was here because Wayne had asked him to stay over.

Kendall sighed, running his fingers through his hair slightly. "If this is about Eddie-don't try to deny it, I saw him bring you here the other day—and he did something he shouldn't have, I can go and tell him off, if you'd like."

He gave her Robin's address instead of his own. He was pretty good at begging and looking pathetic, right? He could probably convince them to let him stay the night. And after that, he could try Dustin's. Anything to keep him out of his own house.

"I am, though, aren't I?" Steve muttered, giving her a shaky smile. "Can't even make friends anymore now that I'm not an asshole. The kids don't want me around anymore because they're worried I'll-I don't even know...and every time I try to talk to someone they look at me like I'm..." He closed his eyes, dropping his head down. "Like I'm stupid. Because I am."

Eddie's eyes widened slightly and he grinned an almost stupid smile as he looked up at Steve, whose fingers were running through his hair gently to try and comb out some knots. "Yeah?"

"You don't have to say anything," Eddie whispered. "Not if you don't want to. But I want you to just try and relax, okay? I have to go and help Kendall move some shit around in her house, and you can come with me if you want, but I don't expect you to."

He didn't mean to lie to Eddie, but he felt like he would be asking too much if they did what he wanted to do. The last thing he wanted was to be too needy. All the girls he had dated had told him that he was clingy-and that it was cute, but it was more like little kid cute, and he should try and stop. He didn't want Eddie to think he was clingy.

"Everytime I try to talk about it turns into yelling," Eddie said desperately, his voice rough and on the edge of pleading even though he didn't know why. "I hate fighting with him, it makes me feel horrible." "I know," Wayne muttered, his fingers ruffling through Eddie's hair before he stepped away. It felt weird. Affectionate and grounding, but weird. "But promise me you'll try. And, if it helps, I don't think he'll start yellin' if I'm in the house."

Aaa, this was a lot lmao. ANWAYS HERE ARE THE PEOPLE I’M TAGGING (no pressure, loves 🩵) @paperbackribs @estrellami-1 @hotluncheddie @mimimunson @flowercrowngods @mentallyundone

Your words are: ache, tear, sob, grip, and scream :)

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday 🐓

Tagged by @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @heartbeatdiaz @thewolvesof1998

I’m gonna share two things cos I want to…

Ok I wrote this silly little think because of anon with a question about chickens and some of you have seen it but thought I’d share anyway 🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓

“Bobby! What on earth?”

Athena's eyes move slowly taking it all in. To say it’s not what she’d been expecting when she came home is something of an understatement. She’d never have guessed Bobby would do something so… random.

“Hi honey. You’re home early.”

“Bobby, why are there four chickens in my kitchen?”

Bobby holds out his hands, “Well two reasons really, one. I haven’t moved them to their coop yet and two Happy Anniversary!”

“It’s not our anniversary.” She speaks slowly and softly, unwilling to startle the birds who are all now looking towards her.

Bobby's smile is blinding. “Ah well that depends on what day you’re counting from, because if you count the day we met probably it’s four years today.”

“It is?” Her husband is a constant surprise.

Bobby steps carefully round the nearest chicken who’s just started wandering around now, to kiss her on the cheek.

“It’s ‘Chicken day’”

“Chicken Day?” she echoes weakly.

“Yup, so I thought we should get a chicken for each year since then.”

“Uhhuh!” There’s not much else to say really. Her eyes track the wandering birds.

Bobby points, “So meet Debra, Denise, Doris and…” he bends to scoop the closest chicken up. Athena leans back as he thrust the bird forward.

“Esmeralda.”

“Esmeralda?”

Before she knows it Athena has a chicken in her arms and Bobby is shooing the others towards the open back door.

“Come on let’s show the girls their new home.” He’s out of the doer when he calls back over his shoulder “I was thinking we could maybe get a rooster too, like Maurice.”

Athena follows her husband and the newest members of her family into the garden. What choice does she have? After all, it is Chicken day.

And…

I know I said no more purple eyed mating fic shenanigans but then people posted smutty things and I’m writing smutty things so I thought just a bit won’t hurt, prove there’s going to be mating in the mating fic that’s close to 10k right now. This is just some fluffy prelude to hotter things

Hovering over his mouth, lips almost brushing when he speaks Eddie whispers “I’m gonna kiss you know ok?”

Buck tilts his head back, eyes closed, lips parted. He nods silently asking for Eddie’s lips and Eddie’s more than happy to cooperate.

Gently he touches Buck's chin and closes the last fraction of an inch needed to bring their mouths together. The tension in him drains away at the first taste of Buck’s eager pink lips. He keeps the slip and slide of lips soft and it doesn’t take long until he feels Buck’s body relax too and he opens wider inviting more. So Eddie give him what he needs. He adds the soft stroke of his tongue just the way Buck likes and hear a soft sound of appreciation. A hand tenses on his hip pulling him tighter. The smile on his face doesn’t interrupt the kissing at all.

They kiss again and again, Eddie’s hand constantly stroking a new part of Buck, back shoulder sides, slipping across his hip and across his arse still in boxers, down to his strong things and the soft skin at the backk of his knees. They kiss and kiss and touch until Eddie’s lips are swollen and his jaw aches in the best way and Buck's hands have started their own route of exploration.

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[pursuitseternal]

“Thickening:” spicy morning after for Astarion x Cordehlia (f!oc) in “Our Blood is Thicker”

Astarion x F!OC | E | 3.6K morning after smut

Summary: Cordehlia wakes the next morning for another bout of eager Vampire between her legs, and as they return, the camp reacts.

CW: a hint of somnophilia, oral sex, flirtatious banter, sweet little hand-holding, camp reactions, jealous!Gale, and a journey to the Underdark underway.

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Chapter 7: “Thickening”

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Cordehlia woke shivering, not just from the cold dawn breeze. Something wet lapped between her thighs, gentle and deliberate, licking through her drenched seam. Shifting, she spread her legs wider, making more room for those all-too-familiar arms to curl behind her knees. As if she wasn’t already wet and slick enough from the three times they had coupled during the night… she smiled anyway, breathing a sigh, a noise of pure bliss as he swirled his tongue over her clit to great effect.

Astarion chuckled, low and deep and delighted at her body’s response, his fangs catching slightly on her folds as he smiled. He was beyond happy. Beyond filled. Even as his hunger for blood gnawed at his belly, his body finally felt warm, if only in his mind. Warm, relaxed, sated.

Cordehila scratched her fingers into his hair, no words from her mouth. Only the little mewls and breaths she sighed louder the closer he pushed her into climax. Waves rippled down her spine with each suck and swirl he made. Gods, for all the times he had tasted her, little ways they had joined before, the explorations of one another in their foolish youth… he was never this good.

She would bite her tongue and never complain over this, she giggled.

Long and cold and crooking, he slipped his fingers deep inside her clenching walls. Pumping them in and out and teasing whatever other pleasures he could from inside her.

Already so swollen, so wet and aching, it was more than enough to throw her back into orgasm. Her thighs clenched hard around his head, squeezing and trembling as she lost all control. The world around her blurred, her vision speckled with stars, her jaw clenching shut to keep the keening cries quiet in the silent dawn.

Those dexterous fingers, that eager tongue, he kept them gently pleasuring her until her body relaxed, limp and hot against the ground.

Then and only then, he looked up. “Good morning,” he purred, stroking his hands over her legs as he eased them back down.

Cordehlia only gave a deep, contented sigh in reply, a soft shake of her messy red hair as he slunk his body to lay beside her.

“I figured that you could use one more before we have to head back to join…” he grimaced in petty disgust, “the others.”

“You have to be cautious doing that, Astarion, my love,” she finally found her voice, quiet and thick as it was. “Do you know how many enemies of mine have had their necks snapped between these thighs in battle?”

His face lit up like she had offered him the most delicious of sweets, eyes wide and handsome features lifting in delight. “Hundreds? Thousands?” he nearly stuttered excitedly. “As if I couldn’t adore your body any more than I already do, my fearsome darling.”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything,” she smirked, withholding her full smile and laughter even as it pained her. “I doubt if we begin again, it would go unnoticed this time.”

“Oh please,” he quirked his brows and licked his lips, “given the noise you made, I’m sure they already know…”

“And what about the noise you made, hmm?” she let that smirk spread, grabbing right for his softened cock, softly holding his balls as he groaned. Feeling it twitching back to life, she craned her head in for a kiss.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, darling…” he rasped into her kiss. “But I think if that is your wish, I will need an extra little something on my tongue to keep me going…”

“Blood, you mean,” she feigned an irritated grumble, craning her neck, tempting him with that pale skin already punctured and marked fresh from the night.

He ran his tongue over the artery beneath that beautiful alabaster flesh. “My dear, nothing gets me harder than the taste of you, each and every time… so quickly too.” Pressing his lips over the recent wounds, he sucked gently. A groan sounding from her mouth. “Why, would you like a demonstration, with that hand of yours still holding my…”

“Shut up and suck, if you’re hungry,” she managed to say, a wriggle of her body beside him more as he pressed his lips closer. “But we really better be going…”

Asrarion lapped, just sucking enough to make those two little bite marks begin to bleed once more.

“But whatever happens, we are returning to the camp before every single person awakes to watch us walking back disheveled and…”

“Properly fucked?” he whispered between deafening sucks on her neck.

“Yes,” Cordehlia giggled. “Very properly fucked.” His cock stiffened in her hand, her fingers almost feeling the flow of her blood filling him in every vein, hardening his whole body, even as that length twitched to life.

“Sure you don’t think you’re a bit shy yet from properly fucked?” he asked, so slyly, so eagerly as he raised his bloodied lips from her again. A little thrust of his erection against her hand was to just add that little extra level of persuasion.

And Cordehlia just gave a low chuckle, gripping his length in that hand for a few little teasing strokes. “Mmm, perhaps better to leave you wanting so you’ll have a reason to invite me for another visit to your bed tonight….”

“Or perhaps I would be ever so more eager if you give in to me just once more, darling,” he purred right into her ear, letting the brush of his lips and the whisper of his breath tickle her.

Her moan, the way she twisted beneath him made him smile; she was giving in, that resolute little warrior melting away as her hand began working all the more attentively on his cock. The sweep of her thumb over his seeping slit sent a jolt through his body, his hips grinding into her hold.

Suddenly, she shifted beside him, scooting across the ground, sliding down his body, a mischievous grin on her perfect lips. “Since you’ve woken me with that talented mouth of yours, seems only fair I attempt to return the favor,” she rasped, a kiss against his belly, hands splayed on his hips to push him above her.

“I’ll admit,” he replied, a shiver of anticipation down his body, “I’m not always one for fairness, but this, I’ll enjoy…”

Cordehlia laughed, “Whatever pleases you, my love.” And with that, she softly licked the seed already dripping into the earth. That bitter tang, she had missed it. Not that she had tasted it since last they had…. Well, she tried not to let her fear make her stumble over her inexperience. Closing her eyes, she just savored him, the way his skin was oh so smooth… every little jab and twitch he made inside the heat of her mouth…

And then, he thrusted. Her throat closed around his length, making her swallow. A little gag around his cock.

It made him groan at the contact and pressure.

This time, she was ready, taking him in as deep as she could, pursing her lips around that long, veiny length. Giving him something to take pleasure in. “So good,” he rasped between his groans, “Gods, Cordehlia.” His body began to shake, his cock thickening the more he thrust into that entrancing warm wet.

She gave a laugh, the little extra vibrations of her voice running along her tongue as she swirled it along that little groove as he pumped in and out.

“You keep that up,” he groaned, leaning down to watch how she took him in her lips, “and you’ll return to camp with me already having broken your fast. A full belly, darling.”

She laughed again, wrapping her hand around what couldn’t fit inside, slowly stroking him. With a long, hard suck, she popped off his head, keeping her fist deliciously tight. “You’re one to accuse me of hunger, my love.”

Oh, he was close, her taunting enough to push him at last, one more time in the dawn. That warm, teasing damp of her mouth taking him back in, it consumed him, flooding him with that release, his body hitching, groaning, spasming until he filled her mouth and throat with his seed. But even more delicious was the feeling of her throat rippling, swallowing him down. Her tongue licking every last little pulse and squirt of his cum until he was empty. That beat of familiarity humming through him, body, mind and soul, once more.

“Feels… divine…” Astarion finally gasped enough air to speak. “Familiar again.”

He shifted to lay beside her, fixated by her smiling lips and bright eyes.

“Well,” she grinned, secretive and proud, the cat that ate the canary. Or the one who guzzled down her love’s spew. “Considering it was one of the first ways we came to… how would you put it… indulge one another? I’m not surprised it feels familiar.” Her fingers wiped the corner of her mouth. “I probably swallowed you down more than I had my first drinks of fairy wine by the time we were to be…”

Married, she choked on the unspoken word.

That sudden sadness turned at the corner of her eyes. No tadpole was needed for him to feel the slice of pain in her body. “Well, your experience came in handy…” he whispered, wrapping his long arms around her shoulders, drawing her to lay across his chest. Then he looked at her with all his teasing wicked mischief. “Handy… and mouthy too,” he taunted.

That little, cheap, plebeian humor did the trick, he breathed with relief, watching her pain turn to a slightly-peeved smile. “Now, I think we better not leave the others to suppose anything nefarious has happened. Well, nothing more than a good solid fucking…” He stood from her prone body, reaching that elegant hand out for hers. Pulling her to her feet, he planted a little kiss on the back of her hand before reaching for his discarded clothing. Cordehlia did softly giggle to herself, watching him shoving his softening erection into the top of his breeches. Laughter that made him twist those breathtaking features to give that stomach-fluttering smirk.

In the light of day, those scars were clear, the Infernal script covering almost every inch of his flesh. She shuddered even as she completed them, dressing herself.

Suddenly her mind ached, remembering that flash from the tadpole the moment they had met on the beach. It still felt real, fresh as if they were connected. But her mind was clear. The pain lancing through her back, the darkness and isolation, the imprisonment. Wanting to just be numb instead of having hope…

Now she knew.

She crossed over, catching him just as he was shuffling on his shirt. Pressing her fingers to the thickened rises and ridges, he stopped, frozen. Arms shoved in the sleeves about to shrug it over his body. “What does it look like?” he asked, so quiet, so strained. As if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “The poem Cazador carved in me…”

“I never learned Infernal, but it doesn’t look like a poem…” she traced over it, letting her fingers map out the design. “Can you feel it?”

He nodded solemnly, swallowing loudly as he turned. “I’ve always felt it, but I have never seen it. Mirrors are of no use when you have my… condition,” he replied, a blunt edge of defeat in his silken voice.

“Well,” Cordehlia murmured as she finished tugging her own clothes on, “your eyes are not the only set that can look at your body…” she reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Eyes to see and a willing heart to help you, Astarion…”

His face quirked, as if such words of love, of support were so unfamiliar to his ears. So strange. “Thank you,” he managed to reply after a moment.

They began walking back down the trail like that, hand in hand. Astarion didn’t want to look too closely, barely moving aside from letting their clasped hands sway in time with their ambling strides. Holding his breath and waiting for the moment she would free her fingers from his hold. To pull away from him. Inevitable.

But even as they approached the camp, their companions already seated around the fire, she didn’t budge.

Not even when they all turned to watch them stroll back into their midst. Touching.

“Well,” Gale cleared his throat. “I assume you’ve worked up the appetite.” His face grinned, a bit embarrassed perhaps. “Good morning walk?”

“You idiot, they totally fucked,” Karlach cackled, a slap on the wizard’s shoulder.

Crodehlia grinned slyly, the secret between them dancing on her swollen and thickened lips.

“Not a late night sparring session?” Wyll grinned, his scarred face twisting in taunting amusement.

Astarion gave that giggle of his, fueled by the way her hand seemed to clasp even tighter on his. “Either way, after three, four rounds, it’s amazing either of us is able to meander back to grace you with our presence.”

Gale’s jaw dropped, and Karlach burst in a fit of cackling.

“We have much to do,” Cordehlia grinned, her voice lilting, stiffened with command and expectation. “First and foremost, we need to get the Underdark and find our way forward…”

“Always the commander,” Wyll nodded with approval before turning to begin packing for the journey.

“Won’t you give me a hand, my dear, with our tent?” Astarion grinned, turning his head to look down at where she still stood at his side. Emboldened, he pulled her hand to wrap around his waist.

Gods, she let him.

Then, she turned that ethereal face up to his. A little smile on her lips, she raised on her toes to place a quick peck on his smirking lips.

“I shall get my things, first,” she replied, calmly and steadily. Pressing her tone, as if she was swallowing down so many more emotions than what managed to sneak through in her expression.

“Don’t linger too long, my darling,” the words fumbled out hastily, before his body launched of its own will. His hands wound to the back of her head, his mouth working furiously to taste her. To caress her.

To claim her before them all.

With a gentle tug in her hair, he pulled her back. Kiss snapping loudly apart. That little edge of pain making her shiver against his body. Her lips smiled softly, her eyes half-lidded and begging silently for more.

But he slowed himself; they would never find an answer to these tadpoles, an answer to the scars on his back or an agonizing vengeance against Cazador if he couldn’t keep himself from dragging her to his bed day and night. He smirked to himself as he let go and turned back to his tent.

Cordehlia watched him leave, drinking in the graceful, silent way he stalked. He looked happy, sated, meandering his way back to his abode, pleased and pleasured in every way. But her rapt attention was suddenly drawn by someone at her elbow, clearing his throat with obvious disapproval.

Gale looked at her, his mouth flat, his shoulders bunched and tensed. “So,” he mumbled, “the Underdark, as Master Halsin suggested…”

“That is not the question that burns your tongue, is it, Gale?” she raised a brow, arms folding before her. Resolute.

“No, but I fear giving you offense, my friend.”

“None more than I most likely gave you,” she replied, collected and calm.

But Gale just shrugged. “I can’t say I’m flabbergasted that the Lady Corvus would take the Vampire Spawn as her lover,” he snipped. And instantly, as if he was shocked by his own caustic tone, he raised his hands, “My apologies. I… I speak out of turn. That is not fair to you, Cordehlia, or all you have gone through.” He tugged the collar of his tunic down, showing the full design of that strange sigil in his chest. “We all do foolish things for power and… love…”

Her mind recalled the long-winded story of his love for Mystra, of the risks he took to win her affection and a shred of her power. And all that it cost him now. And all the loot it cost Cordehlia too, just to keep him from suffering terribly.

“You may be relieved to know that over the course of last night, Astarion…”

Gale shoved his hand in her direction. “If it’s anything along the lines of what he will undoubtedly be gloating about later today, I don’t know if I can stomach it before breakfast has settled.” He gulped.

“No, no,” Cordehlia laughed. “He’s, he’s remembering. He’s returning to himself, well,” she shrugged her shoulders, “returning to more of what made him… him.”

“That is good for you, I’m sure,” Gale gave a feeble smile, “but it won’t undo two centuries of what he did… of what he was made to do as a slave, a spawn to Cazador.”

Cordehlia looked him square in the face, her silver eyes narrowed, trying to read his meaning. No magic. No tadpole. Just the shape gaze of an ancient being. “I am not trying to undo anyone’s darkness. Gods know, if I could, I would undo my own first. But perhaps, you were right that day we first found him on the beach.”

She turned, looking across the camp at the flurry of activity to make ready for a long road. A sigh heavy from her little chest as she undoubtedly watched her rogue scuttle about, stashing his luxuries to be transported on the road. Then she turned to level that intensity right at her wizard.

“It is not just that blood runs thicker than water, Gale. His and mine are one and the same now. Bonded. Tethered. Purified in the darkness we each walked until we found one another once more. It is our blood that is thicker.”

Gale nodded and furrowed, “Thickened by bloodlust, by abuse from being the weapon of others, and the need for more and more…”

“Revenge?” that honey-dripping voice sounded almost out of nowhere. “I think that’s the word you were going for, Gale,” Astarion mused, leering at the wizard from over the top of her fiery red hair. “Don’t you know it’s rude to discuss other people’s private… bedroom matters?”

“Bedroom?” Gale scoffed in disbelief. “You bedded her in the dirt by the looks of it,” he was scowling.

“Lady likes to get dirty with her rogue,” Astarion shrugged, cool and collected and flashing his fangs. “And the lady is always right…”

“Hush, you both, there is too much to do to have such dissension,” Cordehlia, first thrusting a finger in Gale’s face before turning around to plant a good, hard slap on Astarion’s shoulder. She pulled him by the collar, thrusting her face into his, a slight baring of her teeth as she gave a feral smile. “Play nice, or next time, it won’t be your shoulder I slap,” she hissed. Then her eyes flashed to those full, smirking lips, catching them in a ravenous kiss. “And I won’t be so gentle,” she added as she broke away. So pressed and quiet.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep, darling,” he rasped right back.

Her brow quirked, her jaw clenched as she eyed him. “Won’t you be surprised, then.”

“Thrilled,” he purred in response, and already, even after all they done… last night… this morning… he couldn’t ignore that thickening below his belt she conjured now. Every time.

But she just smiled and sauntered right past him. Observing that determination down her every inch, he rolled his shoulders. They wouldn’t stop today until they reached the Underdark. So whatever it was that thickened and needed release would have to wait. It would be bloodlust over lust for now.

It only took a few moments to pack it all up and start the journey. Cordehlia walked in the front of the pack, a spring in her step everyone knew was caused by the vampire who sprang right behind her. He seemed even closer, if that was possible.

He kept those crimson eyes on her at all times, even if it was a single corner, the edge of his periphery. Which is why, as a smoke cloud burst in their path, he leaped right in front of her, daggers drawn and fangs bared. But it wasn’t enough, not as some swarthy, handsome figure swayed his way forward. His voice dripped with temptation, in a deep and rich baritone. “My, my,” he smiled, “the Lady Corvus in the flesh. May I just say…” his trick brows canted in dark amusement, “…I’m your biggest fan.”

Cordehlia’s frame went taut, her body brushing past her lover to stare this intruder down with that iron gaze of her. “Can’t say I recognize you, fan or not,” she sneered.

“Well, why wouldn’t I be? You’ve sent me so many thousands of souls in your conquests and victories, but I do suppose I remain a nameless, faceless admirer of your handiwork.” The stranger extended an arm, fingers unfurling in her direction. “But introductions are better suited for less… humble places… And I shan’t keep you from your feeble search for a cure. Besides,” his leer deepened in that deep-set face, “you’ll want to hear what I have to say, for you, your tadpole-infested companions, and your Vampire Spawn lover.”

Astarion seemed ready to spring, muscles bunched, fangs bared and wide as he hissed at the threat. But before he could unleash any undead fury, the world turned to smoke and ash, the stink of sulfur and brimstone filled their noses.

And darkness swallowed them all at once.

[ourladytamara]

Business Casual

(1k)

@_proletkvlt 11/08/2022

Cws: CNC, porn dialogue, transfemme POV character

Let’s get this over with, you grumble to yourself, as you slide another worthless resume into the trash.

It’s been a long, long day of applicant interviews. Sure, nobody said this work was exactly easy; your firm specialized in data transfers between private equity firms, a qualification you’re beginning to realize was becoming harder and harder to come by in modern society. The air in your office is muggy, the dinky ceiling fan doing little to alleviate the stagnancy.

“You can send in the next one.”

Your secretary hears you through your intercom and waves the young individual forward, out of the shag-carpeted waiting room and towards your office. With a creak, the door slides open, and the short-haired person steps inside. Hmm. Their outfit was a little more revealing than the office standard, with a low-cut t-shirt and shorts, but at this point, you’d take anyone if it meant possibly fixing the staff shortage.

“Good morning!” you greet them, smiling wide and extending a hand as you rise from your seat. They return the gesture, a chipper “good morning to you, too!” escaping their grinning lips. As they approach to shake your hand, though, something… changes. For a moment, they pause – eyes seemingly fixated on your lower body.

“Huh?” you ask, tilting your head before looking down. No, you hadn’t spilled coffee or anything, but you did suppose your skirt was a little… tight, around the crotch. For a moment, embarassment starts to trickle up through your spine, but is stifled almost immediately – coherent thought and social expectations were dust in the wind compared to what comes out of the applicant’s mouth.

“OHHHHHH~!! Office-mommy, you didn’t SAY you were packing such a TASTY MEATLOG~!” they squeal, immediately shattering the formerly-quiet and reserved atmosphere into a million pieces. “Wowwww, I’m the luckiest, sluttiest boi on Earth, aren’t I?”

“...I-I beg your pardo-”

“I can beg if you want to! Ohhhh, Mommy, please, please let me beg for you!! My FUCKLIPS are practically QUIVERING and DROOLING just THINKING about wrapping themselves around that gorgeous fuck-muscle!!”

Before you can even mutter an “are you in the right place?” they’re throwing themselves at you, flailing across the floor before latching onto your ass and stuffing their face right into your bulge. They take a long, deep inhalation, eyelids fluttering.

“NGH~! Ohh, Mommy! You’re spoiling me, aren’t you? I’ve been ACHING for another thick, hard piece of GIRL FUCKFLESH in my life – my girlboyfriend’s amazing bitchbreaker is, like, totally incredible, but GOD I just… I’ve just NEEDED more!! Hnghh, I can practically TASTE your potent mommyseed CHURNING in those ACHING, MUSKY BALLS…”

You’re not sure what is happening.

“...you, uh, you did apply to this position, right?”

“The data entry position? TOTES!!” they exclaim, nuzzling their face into your bulge while pulling a piece of crumpled printer paper from their shorts. You snatch it, prompting them to immediately return to staining your skirt with their drool. It’s… their resume? Despite it being almost illegible, with every other sentence of the cover letter being interrupted with lurid descriptions of sex and women’s various body parts – including some you didn’t even know it was possible to fetishize – it has everything you need. Solid marks in school, high recommendations from their previous employment; indeed, they even had long-time experience in the very same suite of software your firm relied on!

“I’m, er, impressed with- Hhh--”

Your tongue is caught in your lips. They’ve started working their head underneath your skirt and are now lapping at the underside of your balls through your panties, a lewd and sticky sound drowning out the spinning fan above. It doesn’t take them long before they’ve managed to work your sack out of your panties with their tongue – somehow – and pop your swollen testes into their mouth.

Barely a second passes as you grit your teeth and clench your fist around the sheet of paper. As if their mouth wasn’t enough, the twink in between your legs starts rubbing up and down your supple legs with their soft, gentle hands. Moans escape your lips, and you brace yourself against your desk as your stance grows less and less steady with pleasure.

“Mghhgh!!! Mhommhy, yr bhalls’re sooooohhhhh fhuckin’ YHUMMY!” they mumble, unable to form coherent words due to the amount of dick currently filling their mouth. Every syllable is like a vibrator pressed up against your cock. “Yhr lhegs’re sooooo shoft and plush I wanna jhust dig my theeth into them~!!”

With a wet slap, they pull themselves off of your dick and out from your skirt. “Like, can you bust your tasty girlnut into my facepussy? Pleeeeease?” they beg, sweaty and pube-strewn face glistening in the off-white fluorescent light. “I promise I’ll be your very very bestest office cumdump boitoy! I promise, I promise!~! I’ll spend every day milking your ooey, gooey, delicious seed out of those PLUMP fucking girlnuts an-”

“Y-your office will be down the hall. D-do you have a work permit?”

“-basically just SUCK them until they’re fucking DRAINED of every DROP of your potent, backed-up--”

“...hello?”

“What?” they ask, face immediately flattening into a deadpan expression. “Oh, yeah.”

“...when can you start?”

Their eyes open right back up like the widening lens of a camera. For a moment, they’re basically glittering, beaming with excitement.

“RIGHT NOW!” they scream as they jump up, clapping their hands in an exaggerated way. Their expression is little more than pure, unadulterated joy. “Ohhh, my fucking GOD, I’m so happy!! I’m so fucking h-happy I… I,, nhghh~!!!”

With a long, high-pitched moan that rapidly turns into a squeal, your newest employee crosses their legs. Their tongue rolls from their mouth, drooling, eyes crossing and rolling back into their head. Both hands seem to crane upwards on instinct, extending their fingers into double peace-signs – right as a massive wet spot starts to appear on the crotch of their shorts.

“...what is your, like, proble-”

Before you can finish, they throw themselves back at your skirt, ripping your panties away and sliding the full length of your cock into the back of their throat like a competitive hot dog eater. It isn’t much longer before the rhythmic spinning of the ceiling fan is drowned out beneath a cacophony of sucking, slurping, and wet, meaty slapping of lips against flesh.

At least you’re fully-staffed again.

[bluesfullbelly]

Competitive

(Kink fic--minors DNI, please don't reblog to non-kink blogs!)

Felt inspired this afternoon and decided to try and write a quick N*melessSh*pping stuffing ficlet in which Blue overdoes it a little. This is my first time writing kinkfic and second time writing this ship, please be nice to me.

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Blue knew it was important to eat well, which meant if he was going to compete with Red, he had to eat as well as Red did—or better.

A lunch date wasn’t exactly a challenge, but that sure wasn’t going to stop him from treating it like one. It was fuel for a training session, and that was fuel he could use to be stronger, sharper, and better this time. It didn’t matter that Red was broader and more muscular than him, he could match Red’s portions.

Or so he’d thought, until he was feeling a little more than comfortably full and Red picked up the dessert menu.

Blue could handle it. He was Blue Oak, he wouldn’t be conquered by a piece of pie.

The chocolate pie was rich and sweet, and topped with fluffy whipped cream, and it renewed his appetite. He tucked into it without regard for his stomach cramping in protest with every mouthful, or the concerned look Red was giving him.

As he finished the last bite, he became aware of how tight and heavy his stomach felt. He forced back the air that threatened to push its way up his throat—he was in public. He needed to conduct himself with some dignity.

He did allow himself the indulgence to sit back a little and rest a hand on his full belly, then realized with a rush of embarrassment how it curved out—swollen to the point of roundness. No wonder Red was giving him that look. “I’m fine, Red,” he said flippantly. “Let’s pay the bill and go.”

“Already paid,” Red signed, standing up easily. Blue must’ve been so distracted by his stomach he hadn’t noticed.

Gingerly, he stood, trying to suck in his gut so everyone wouldn’t see how bloated it was. It grumbled in protest, but he ignored it as he followed Red out.

Blue relented to Red taking the lead—he felt heavy and sluggish, and Red had a real talent for finding secluded places to train (or do… other things) without being disturbed.

Red didn’t take the lead by much, though—he stayed beside Blue, maybe a pace ahead. He kept stealing glances at Blue with an odd expression on his face Blue couldn’t quite read, which was a first. Blue knew Red’s face and what every little change in expression meant better than just about anyone.

With what he’d done, how tight his stomach felt against his shirt, and the ominous noises it kept making, he sure hoped that look wasn’t disgust.

It felt like an eternity of walking, making his overworked stomach ache more with every step, before Red finally found a spot he seemed satisfied with.

Blue finally braved opening his mouth to speak. “You sure about this spot? Seems like a few too many trees to be a good place for training.”

“Not training,” Red signed in reply.

Blue was going to ask why, but had to shut his mouth when a deep rumble in his stomach threatened to push something up.

Thankfully, Red answered his unasked question anyway. “Rest day. Get comfortable.”

A little confused, Blue sat down with his back against a tree. Red sat beside him and signed, more forcefully, “Relax.”

Blue didn’t quite realize what Red meant until one of Red’s warm hands was resting on his stomach. Reluctantly, he sat back and stopped trying to contract it, startling and seeing Red’s eyes widen at just how bloated it was—it had expanded even more since the restaurant.

Red’s eyes softened, and he pushed up Blue’s shirt and started carefully rubbing the tight, swollen flesh. Despite the roughness of his hands, his touch was warm and tender, and Blue found himself relaxing despite the pain.

Then Red suddenly pressed down hard on his lower belly, and he was too caught off guard to stifle the loud belch that escaped him.

He felt his face burning, but tried to play it off. “Oof, gross. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Strangely, he looked at Red and found Red was blushing too. It took Red a moment to collect himself before he signed a single word, looking almost smug. “Better?”

“A little,” Blue admitted. Even if it was mortifying, the release had eased up some of the pressure.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Red signed before returning to rubbing. Despite the dirty trick he’d pulled a moment ago, Blue let him, because Red’s touch felt so good.

Red kept gently rubbing, occasionally pressing more firmly, and Blue kept a hand against his mouth to stifle every subsequent burp Red’s efforts coaxed up. He still had a little pride left.

But he had to admit, Red was helping.

Eventually, the pain had subsided, leaving him with just the heaviness of a meal that had been a little too much for him and a growing drowsiness. Red continued to stroke his (still bloated, but not quite as tightly swollen) stomach with incredible tenderness. Blue halfway suspected Red was into this, and he had half a mind to test that hypothesis later.

For now, though, he had to concede that Red had won this round.