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The Lifeline - Part Three: To Have An Open Flame

Vreenak decided it was his turn. He's the kind of chaotic stability I needed right now, tbh. Anyway, still winging it. Enjoy!

Part One here. Part Two here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vreenak (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: There will be suggestiveness in future chapters so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: References to Romulan politics, espionage, stalking, references to an interspecies relationship, pre-Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, angst, time travel bs, references to marriage/a mating bond, skeptical Vreenak, Romulan undercover as a Vulcan, mentions of a previous Vulcan/Human failed relationship, he's falling and he doesn't even know it, Romulan reading a Human romance novel.

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I really have no reason to be nervous, I thought to myself as I got my lunch from the replicator. He's probably just uncomfortable with his new surroundings, and being Vulcan, it's difficult for him to express his discomfort.

Turning with my lunch tray, I caught sight of my current objective: Velek sat alone at a table in the mess hall, eating his lunch and reading a PADD. Thinking of those icy blue eyes again made my heart thud in my chest. Really, he was gorgeous, but he was also grumpy enough to make him a bit scary. Well, maybe he himself didn't scare me, but the thought of being on the receiving end of his anger, suppressed or not, definitely did.

Come on. Realistically, what's he going to do? Scowl you to death?

With a deep breath, I made my way over to him, putting on what I hoped was a friendly smile and not a terrified grimace. As I approached, his eyes flicked up and practically froze me in place.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He asked in an almost deadly-quiet tone.

...I hated that he still sounded so sexy. Really, it wasn't fair. I was actively trying not to fall for any more Vulcans, and he was not making it easy.

"Hi! Er, uh, good afternoon, Lieutenant," I said trying to sound less terrified and more confident. "Is this seat free?"

He glanced at the seat across from him and back at me, seemingly considering his options. The Mess Hall was almost full, so seating was limited anyway. It wasn't like this an unreasonable request, but I guessed he was still trying to find a polite way to refuse. Just as I opened my mouth to apologize and go try to find another seat, he sighed.

"Yes, it is currently unoccupied," he said setting his PADD aside.

"May I...?" I gestured to the seat, trying to give him an opportunity to refuse, if he really didn't want me there.

"...You may." Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I thanked him quietly and sat down, trying to be mindful of his space so that I wouldn't make him more uncomfortable than he already appeared to be. "I trust you're ready for the anomaly scan analysis?"

"Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to seeing how this pulsar cluster differs from a couple of the others I've read about," I answered, and at that he lifted a sharp eyebrow.

"You've worked with these sorts of phenomena before?" He sounded genuinely interested, which I took as a tentatively positive sign.

"Well, as they're rare, I haven't had the opportunity before, but phenomena like these have been of particular interest to me since the Academy, so I've read pretty much all there is to know about them," I explained. "I've studied all the procedures, and I know that actually doing something in the field is much different than just studying the theories involved, but I'm confident in my abilities, so..."

I trailed off with a shrug.

"What about you? Have you ever studied a pulsar cluster up close before?"

"Twice, yes, but not in many years. I was barely thirty when I saw my first, then fifty when I saw my second," he said, and I felt my eyes widen. I knew he was older than he looked by Human standards, because of his Vulcan heritage, but it still took me by surprise that he was over fifty. It really shouldn't have stunned me, hell, even Torek was over seventy. Did...Did that mean he was closer to maybe...ninety?

Mental math aside, I nodded my head, trying to focus on the science aspect of the conversation rather than Velek.

"Oh really? That must've been so fascinating." I leaned a little closer in my seat. "Were they about this size, or...?"

"Both were smaller, actually," he said; some of the barrier in his gaze came down as he spoke. "Neither of the events I observed were quite this strong, either. I must admit, if I was not–"

He cut himself off abruptly as if he'd caught himself from saying something he shouldn't.

"I...am intrigued to see what differences this cluster will yield," he finished quietly, and if I was not very much mistaken, the tips of his ears had turned a darker shade of green than they were before. He crammed a bite of food into his mouth, staunchly not meeting my gaze, and I did the same, not wanting him to feel as though he was obligated to speak if he didn't wish to.

After a few moments of quiet, furtive looks between us, Velek and I accidentally met each other's gazes and froze.

"We're lucky to have you here, you know," I said, trying to set him at ease. "We've been a bit short-staffed lately, so your arrival couldn't have been better-timed."

"...Your gratitude is...appreciated, but misplaced," he began, some of the coldness seeping back into his tone. "I am here for the work. Nothing more."

With that sentiment out in the open, I realized I'd likely overstayed my welcome. Feeling awkward and out of place, I got to my feet.

Maybe his surroundings weren't making him uncomfortable. Maybe it was me.

"My apologies. I'll just...get out of your hair. Have a good rest of your shift," I said giving him a sheepish, apologetic smile and walking away before he could say anything. Shoving my mostly-full tray into the replicator to be recycled, I made my way back to my station. My appetite was gone.

Vreenak watched her walk out of the Mess Hall with a sinking feeling. Why did he care whether he'd hurt a little hevam's feelings? She was nothing to him. He was here specifically to avoid acquiring a Human wife. What did it matter if her poor, weak little emotions were injured?

He huffed quietly to himself and picked up the report he was supposed to be reading. Instead, though, his mind was focused solely on the expression that had crossed her face just before she rushed out: a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and regret. Had he truly been so intimidating? A sigh escaped his lips. Of course he had! He was the Vice-Chairman of the Tal Shiar, for Elements' sake, of course his looks were as cutting as his tongue was in Senate sessions.

Putting his own half-empty tray into the replicator, he made his way back to his station, trying to force his mind back into neutral territory to maintain his cover. That same look kept returning to his mind's eye even as he worked.

Later that night, they read through the next chapter of her book. Really, she'd chosen such a trite little story. Were these two actually meant to be together? He hated her, yet she was still mooning after him like a pathetic baby set'leth crying for its mother. It was hard for him to imagine the story ending well, but her Trill friend mentioned that it had a happy ending the last time she visited the Lieutenant's quarters. Why would anyone endure something so painful? Was love really worth that much?

Vreenak read a bit slower that night, finding himself repeatedly distracted by the way she looked. The shape of her nose, the curve of her cheeks...her rounded, extremely Human ears...

Eventually, she went to bed, and Vreenak did as well, but disturbingly, he found himself thinking about the message. 'Vree, honey,' she'd called him. She'd shortened his name, and he had the rather unsettling thought that in her voice, he actually liked how it sounded.

When he drifted to sleep that night, there was a small smile upon his lips at the ridiculous yet heady thought of her saying the entirety of his real name. Not that he would admit to such a thing, of course. Exhausted minds were prone to playing tricks on their owners.

Days passed, during which they kept to their little routine. They'd complete their shifts with minimal interaction, go back to their respective quarters, and Vreenak would read along with her in that insipid romance novel. The male love interest was, for lack of a better term, a complete veruul. If he simply admitted how he was feeling, there would be significantly fewer problems, and they could have ended this terrible book several chapters earlier.

Vreenak was grateful beyond words that he was not that dense. If he cared for a woman, he'd be brave enough to confront those feelings and do something about it. What a coward, that character was to hide behind his fear of losing her as if it was some sort of cloaking device! He was glad they were nearly three quarters of the way through.

He put the book away when she did, and assuming that she was off to bed, he went to change out of his uniform. He'd stripped down, and thrown on a dark green pair of sleep pants and a matching robe, but as soon as he went to begin his evening routine, the door chime sounded. Who would call on him this late at night?

When the doors to Velek's quarters slid open, I blinked in surprise. He was already out of uniform, wearing instead a dark green silk robe.

"Do you require something, Lieutenant?" At Velek's harsh, impatient tone, I used all of my restraint to keep from staring at the exposed stripe of his chest peeking out from behind the soft fabric. I must've looked like a startled deer!

"I apologize for disturbing you. The Captain just wanted me to check in and see how you were adjusting to your new post," I answered, which was partially the truth. Velek had been withdrawn - more than other Vulcan crew members I'd encountered, in any case. Despite extraneous socializing being considered largely unnecessary and illogical, most Vulcans engaged in at least a little bit of it. Velek, though, did not, which suggested continued discomfort on his part. "May I come in?"

After a long, hard stare, Velek stepped aside, and I took the opportunity to slip past him into his living space...

His...still-utterly-bare living space. Other than a few data PADDs and an empty glass on a table near the viewport, his quarters seemed virtually untouched. Had he not unpacked in the nearly two weeks that he'd been here?

"I apologize for my appearance. I was attempting to meditate and did not anticipate having a guest," Velek called, but he didn't make any move to draw the sides of his robe tighter around himself. At least he was comfortable enough to take that small liberty. Given the view, I certainly wasn't complaining.

"Where are your candles?" The question flew from my lips before I could stop it, and he paused.

"I neglected to acquire more before my last transfer, and as they cannot be replicated properly, I do not have access to them." Maybe that was why he was so short-tempered! He couldn't meditate properly! I knew how important the candles were to the process, and I knew the replicated ones gave off an unpleasant aroma - something about the synthetic oils didn't settle correctly into the wax mixture.

"Oh, I see. I, um...Is there anything I can do to make adjusting to this post any easier?" I asked as I turned to face him, only to see his eyes skimming slowly up my body as if he'd been observing me. No. That was too much to hope for.

"Nothing comes to mind at present," he said, and I nodded my head.

"Has everyone been treating you alright since you got here? Are they making you feel welcome?"

He walked over to his sofa and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"As the rest of the crew have respected my desire not to socialize, I have no reason to complain." The ice had reentered his voice.

Oh. Right. He didn't like me. The glimpse of his bare chest had all but obliterated my rational thoughts.

"Oh, good. Well, uh, I apologize for interrupting your evening. I'll just go report to the Captain and leave you in peace." I practically bolted from his quarters before I could do something really stupid like asking if he wanted a completely logical cuddle.

How odd that she would run out like that right when he was going to break down and offer her a seat and a drink. Granted, he wasn't wearing his uniform, but he didn't look that bad...did he?

He glanced down at himself and felt an uncomfortable wrinkle of insecurity. A bit of his chest was showing, but he knew he looked better in this than he did in a Starfleet uniform. There was no question that this was more sensual, and she'd already admitted to her friend that she found him attractive, so...what was there for her to dislike?

Unsettled, he made his way to bed, but he couldn't coax his mind into a state peaceful enough for sleep. When Vreenak left his quarters for duty as a slightly more tired version of Lieutenant Velek the next morning, he spotted a box beside his door with his alias on the digital tag. Bending to inspect it, his brows lifted at the note it contained.

'I hope these help you feel more at home. Welcome aboard!'

Attached was a file giving written consent for an open flame in his quarters from the Captain. An open flame? Opening the box, he discovered a bundle of traditional Vulcan meditation candles.

There was only one person from whom these could have reasonably come. Glancing at the door to the quarters beside his, Vreenak couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise. Why would she be kind to him when he hadn't been that way to her? He'd attempted to shut down every friendly overture she'd made toward him, but he clearly hadn't succeeded.

And, did this mean she hadn't disliked what she'd seen of him the night before?

...More importantly, why should Vreenak care what she thought?

Quickly moving the box inside, he took a deep, steadying breath and headed to his station in the forward science lab. Sure enough, she'd beaten him there as always.

He wondered, as he often had these first two weeks, whether she'd slept better than he had. The skin beneath her eyes was darker than the rest, and Vreenak was stunned to feel concern bloom in his chest. Her self-deprecating jokes about insomnia had at least some basis in truth, then.

Again, why should he care? She was just a Federation officer! She was a mystery to be solved, a whisper from a potential version of the future, nothing more. He had a mission to accomplish. There was no time for him to become sidetracked by trivialities like some hev– some Human's health. He realized he'd been watching her for several seconds, but before he could turn away, she caught him staring.

Maybe that Trill was right. Vreenak must be getting older if he was slipping so severely.

"Good morning, Lieutenant," she called with a tentative smile stretching her lips. Forcing himself to move, he stepped over to the adjoining station and started his work for the day.

"The candles you left me..." he began, but as soon as he spoke, she looked over at him and his mind went blank. What...had he been saying?

"They...They are the traditional type. A-And, they're not replicated, I promise," she murmured when he didn't continue. "I apologize if I overstepped, but I just thought...I mean, when I was at the Academy, two of the three cadets I shared quarters with were Vulcans, and I always kept a few extras in case they needed them. It's sort of become a habit, and when you said you didn't have any..."

She trailed off, and Vreenak had to exert more force than he expected to keep himself from smiling at her. Vulcans didn't smile. Why did he suddenly resent that?

"It was not necessary, but...I appreciate them. You have my gratitude." He might not really be Vulcan, but the thought and intention behind the gesture touched him. He'd done nothing but be brusque and prickly with her, but she'd still managed to find enough kindness in her heart to offer him yet another olive branch. She was as stubborn as he was.

They worked on their respective tasks, side-by-side in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"So...does that mean we can be friends now?" The mischief in her voice made him glance at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"Do not push your luck," he muttered, and though his voice was as intimidating as it had always been with her, she simply smirked and turned back to her terminal.

And he was proud of her reaction.

The realization made him pause. Proud? What reason had he to be proud of a Human? He should hate her! She was the reason he'd been inconvenienced with this mission in the first place. Her call from the lonely darkness of the Delta Quadrant was what had summoned him from his cushy position in the Senate.

He should be home on Romulus, not wasting his time on a Federation science vessel. Abruptly, he stood and made his way to a different station, acting as though he required access to another set of data simply so he could put some distance between them.

This Lieutenant would not be his wife - she was nothing to him - therefore, there was no reason for him to become attached. Simple.

...So, why did he feel the loss of her proximity so keenly when he reached the other side of the lab?

Vreenak had become too involved in his role as Velek. To a Vulcan like his cover, she would be a perfect candidate for a mate. Studious, dedicated, accommodating, warm...the likelihood of her rejecting his attentions would be low...

Instinctively to a Vulcan, she would be perfect. For a Romulan, however, she was barely adequate. She needed more...more...something. Cunning, perhaps? Her naïveté was clearly uninspiring.

Yes, that was it. Vreenak was simply delving too deeply into his cover. All he needed to do was remind himself of why he was here: to investigate a Federation officer who would, at some point in the future, come to know three influential Romulans by name when she shouldn't. Threat assessment and, if necessary, removal.

Throughout his shift that day, his thoughts kept straying to the candles in his quarters. He told himself it was just one more piece to the puzzle.

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Romulan Words:

hevam - derogatory term for human

veruul - fool

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excusemyrandomramblings · 16 days ago

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paring: axl rose x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p in v, age gap (reader is 19, axl is 32), rough sex, spanking, fingering, licking, chocking, bondage, reader gets punished, degrading, praising, arguing, cussing, use of y/n, overstimulation, practically just kinky ass shit

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: THE THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO ME!!!

NOT PROOFREAD

MDNI

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you had been pacing the spacious living room of axl’s penthouse apartment for the better part of an hour, your bare feet making soft taps against the marble floors. you had been counting down the days until axl came home from his short tour, imagining the way he’d sweep you up in his arms, kiss you with the intensity you missed, and you’d spend hours tangled up together, making up for lost time.

but that wasn’t what happened.

it had only been two days since axl returned, and he’d barely looked at you. sure, he had smiled when he walked in, kissed your cheek, and muttered something about being glad to be home, but after a brief exchange, he had locked himself away in his music room.

he had a one-track mind now, completely consumed by the success of Guns N’ Roses’ latest album Use Your Illusion, the one they had released just months ago. the sales were through the roof, the critics were hailing it as the rock album of the decade, and the fans couldn’t get enough. instead of basking in the success or spending time with you, axl had thrown himself even deeper into his work. he was obsessed, constantly scribbling down new lyrics, working through melodies, always striving for the next big thing.

you understood that his passion for music was what made him the genius he was, but you couldn’t help feeling neglected. after weeks of being apart, you had craved him, wanted his attention—wanted him. you needed his touch badly and this was frustrating you to the bones.

now, it was close to midnight. you sat on the plush couch, staring at the slightly ajar door to Axl’s music room, frustration bubbling up inside you. you wanted to storm in there, rip off his clothes and fuck him till you were the only thing he could think off. the sound of his pen scratching against paper had become a constant background noise these past few days, a reminder that he was always close yet miles away in his head.

with a sigh you marched down the hall and pushed the door to his music room open, leaning against the door frame. just for him, you wore his favorite pair of lingerie, hoping he would notice and stop with his work.

axl sat hunched over his desk, his messy auburn hair falling over his face as he concentrated, his hand moving furiously across a piece of paper. a crumpled pile of discarded lyrics littered the floor, proof of his frustration. he hadn’t even noticed you standing there, his mind too wrapped up in whatever thought was clawing at him.

you bit your lip, then sighed, calling out. "axl."

no reaction.

with a huff you strode over to him, the strong smell of cigarettes immediately filling your nose. you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. he gave you the smallest glance, barely meeting your eyes before his attention returned to his notebook.

"axl." you tried again, irritation creeping into your voice. "you've been in here for days. don't you miss me?" he didn't even look up this time. "not now y/n. i'm working." you took a deep breath to stay as calm as possible but something inside you snapped. he didn't even notice your lingerie, didn't even spend a second to fully look at you. you moved swiftly, placing yourself on his lap, straddling him. you tried to stifle a moan when you felt your core pressing directly against his cock. your fingers ran over his chest, almost grazing his dick, as you leaned in close, your voice husky and low. "i need you daddy. please."

axl's eyes flared, his grip on his pen tightening as he scowled. he gripped your waist and shoved you off his lap, his tone dark and edged with frustration. "what the fuck, y/n? I don't have time for this right now. just let me finish this, alright?"

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. "you don't have time? axl, you've had plenty time the past days. you've barely even looked at me since you got home. I'm right here and all you care about are your stupid songs."

Axl's eyes narrowed. "you know how important this is to me. i don't need you coming in here, distracting me when i'm trying to work." his voice dripped with irritation, dismissive and cold. "or do you not get it?"

"I get it axl." you shot back, your voice shaking with anger. "but I won't just sit around, ignored like some groupie waiting for your attention."

"you're acting like a child." he muttered, returning to his work as if you weren't even there.

for a long moment, you stared at him, feeling a mixture of hurt and fury simmering inside you. you clenched your jaw and forced yoursefl to calm down, letting your face settle into a passive mask. "fine." you said, your tone cold, yet laced with an edge of defiance. you left the room, leaving the door open on purpose. if he could act like a asshole, then you could too.

you knew exactly what you were about to do and you knew he wouldn't like it.

you walked into the living room, just a few feet away from the music room, removed your bra and tossed it to the floor. next you let your thong slide down your legs before you settled on the couch, laying down comfortably.

if axl wouldn't give you the satisfaction you would have to do it yourself.

you spread your legs wide, letting a hand wander down your body, running your fingers along your thighs. slowly, one of your digits began to rub small, soft circles on your clit, your breaths already deliberately heavy. with your free hand you reached up to your breasts and squeezed them. the circles you drew on your nub began to fasten and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. you let your fingers inch down and you slowly pushed two of them inside your warm hole, a loud moan escaping your lips. you started to pump your fingers in and out of your walls in a fast pace, always brushing against your sweet spot. by now, your moans and whines were getting louder and more desperate.

and you knew axl could hear you.

within seconds, you heard the sharp sound of his chair scraping against the floor, followed by heavy footsteps. he stormed out of the music room, his face a mask of fury which darkened even more when he finally saw what was going on. "the fuck do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and rough, a warning edge slicing through the words, as he inched closer to your form.

"ah-just taking care of myself, since you're too busy." you looked up at him with innocent eyes, biting your lip but you didn’t stop. your moans grew louder, your movements more rough and deliberate.

axl's expression turned even darker and his hands shot out, grabbing both your wrists to stop you from pleasing yourself, eliciting a cry from you. with a great force, he pulled you to your feet, a hand immediately wrapping around your throat. but his eyes were burning with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

now you got him.

"you want my attention?" he hissed, his grip tightened, almost cutting off your airways as he stepped closer, towering over you, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. a challenging smirk played on your lips, teasing him further.

"you think this is funny?“ he hissed, his voice thick with dominance. "you think you can tease me like this and get away with it?“

your breathing quickened, your core throbbed, a thrill rushed through your veins at his possessiveness, but you kept up your defiance.

"i wanted your attention." you whispered. "looks like i got it.“

axl‘s lips curled into a wicked, dark smirk, his hands on your body tightening as he leaned down to your level, his face inches from yours. "oh, now you’ve got my attention, sweetheart.“ he murmured, his voice rough, intimidating almost. "but you’re not going to like what happens next.“

without another word, axl pulled you close, his lips crushing against yours, forceful, leaving no room to protest. his hand on your waist tightened, pulling you against his body with a roughness that bordered on possessive fury. he didn't waste time, his hands exploring you as if reclaiming what was his, reminding you who was in control. you gasped against his mouth as he squeezed your throat stronger, making him slip his tongue inside your mouth.

your tongues were dancing, fighting for dominance which axl undoubtedly won. after a few seconds he pulled back before his lips traveled down your neck, sucking and licking your flesh. "is this what you wanted? to provoke me?" he snarled, leaving a fresh dark mark on your neck.

"maybe.“ you mumbled out, your lips trying to find his again.

"fucking brat.“

he didn’t wait for you to respond, in one swift motion, he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his torso. his lips captured yours again in an dominant kiss, claiming you. he strolled towards your bedroom.

your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and excitement surging through you. you had pushed him and now you were going to pay the price. axl kicked the door shut behind you, throwing you on the bed with such a great force that left no room for argument. he immediately was on you, his eyes blazing with control. "you don’t get to act like a slut, y/n.“ he growled, his fingers gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him. "i’m in charge here. do you unterstand me.“

you nodded breathlessly, your body trembling with anticipation.

"say it.“

"you‘re in charge.“ you whispered, eyes glued to his lips.

"good girl.“ he muttered, his lips slightly brushing against yours. "you are mine, sweetheart. only i get to touch you.“

the way his words left his mouth, sent shivers down your spine. his dominance left you always nervous. he pushed himself off the bed, getting rid of his shirt, before returning his attention to you.

"lay down on your belly, ass up.“ he commanded sharply and you quickly did as you were told. your face was mushed up against the duvets and you were waiting for his next move.

you felt him sitting down next to you, gently caressing your ass cheeks. "count.“ he simply said and before you could even react, he landed a harsh spank on your ass. your body jumped forward at the sudden pain, a scream echoing off the walls.

"one.“

"good girl.“ smack. another rough hit came down on your flesh. "two.“ smack. and another one. "three.“ axl rubbed your already reddening ass again, his digits slowly wandering down to your pussy.

"you’re dripping. you fucking slut are enjoying this.“ he growled as he felt your wetness against his fingers. for that he landed two hits with all of his force on both your cheeks, making your core throb in anticipation. roughly, he grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled you into an kneeling position. "did you like that huh?“ he snarled in your ear. "do you like being punished, slut?“

"yes, sir.“ you whimpered, your breath hitching. "say thank you.“

"thank you for punishing me, sir.“ you mewled out, heart racing. axl chuckled darkly in reply before releasing his grip on you. "get back there.” he ordered, gesturing to the headboard. slowly, you crawled back and leaned against it. your eyes followed him as he walked up to his dresser and pulled out two pair of handcuffs. your breath quickened of the ideas what he would do with them. you guys never tried bondage or anything like that before.

with a devilish grin he turned around and made his way over to the bed, crawling up to you again. he trapped your body between his legs, one hand reaching out for your wrists. "i thought we’d try something new today.” he said, voice full of mischief.

you glared up at him with wide eyes, uncertainty glimmering in them. "oh baby, don’t be scared. i won’t go too rough.” axl uttered challenging. he closed one of the cuffs around your wrist, when you pulled slightly back.

"axl…” you stammered, you didn’t know what he was up to and the fact that he wanted to punish you made you a little bit nervous.

"do you trust me, y/n?” he whispered, looking at you with soft eyes. he still cared. he wanted you to be comfortable, doesn’t matter what.

"yes.” you whispered back, giving him a soft smile which he returned before he cuffed your wirst to the bed post. he reached out for the other one, cuffing it to the other wooden post. he glared down at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you tug helplessly on your cuffs.

you watched him, your heart beating rapidly, as he got off the bed and pulled down his pants and boxers, his red, swollen tip glistening with pre-cum. "i can’t wait to ruin that little body of yours.” he growled as he crawled back on the bed. he spread your legs, settling between them, before he hovered over you, his lips almost touching yours. your hands wanted to wrap around his neck out of instinct but when they didn’t move further and you heard the clinking sound of the cuffs, you whined out. you almost forgot that he had you cuffed to the bed.

axl smirked in reply, a low chuckle ringing through your ears. “please let me touch you.” you begged him.

“where would be the fun, if i’d let you? no chance, doll.” he pointed out challenging, earning a huff from you. his eyes flickered down to your lips, dark with desire, and you felt your own pulse racing when he finally leaned in, capturing your lips with a hunger that was undeniable. the familiar taste of cigarettes you loved so much, immediately touched your tongue when axl slipped his inside your mouth, exploring and tasting you feverishly. a muffled gasp left your lips as he let a hand glide up and down your inner thigh, igniting a spark.

you felt him grin into the kiss when you slightly buckled your hips to sign him that you needed more. slowly, his fingers inched closer to your core, barely grazing your slick lips. he was teasing you and he enjoyed it deeply. and the fact that you were cuffed and not able to do anything against it made it even more arousing to him.

with a sharp breath you pulled away from his lips, your eyes searching for his. “please axl.”

“do you think brats like you deserve to be touched?” he teased further, his digits drawing slow circles near your most sensitive part.

“i promise i’ll be a good girl. please touch me, daddy.” you whimpered out, your burning core screaming for his touch. “you can do better than that.” he replied, pressing a small peck to your lips. your lips pouted in frustration, your hands wrestling against the cuffs.

“please daddy, fuck me, do whatever you want with me. please, i need you. i’ll be your good girl.” you pleaded him, giving him the best puppy eyes you had. “whatever you say, doll.” he whispered right into your ear, his voice rough. you were relieved when you finally felt his fingers sliding up down your wet entrance, teasing your clit here and there. his lips found yours again before he easily slipped two of his digits inside your welcoming walls until he was knuckles deep. a heavy, muffled moan rattled against the wall when he began to slowly push in and out of you. his fingers expertly curled up and started to massage your g-spot, teasingly.

you needed more. his slow teasing was driving you insane and he knew that. with a groan, you ripped away from your kiss, taking deep breaths before looking up at him. "go faster axl."

he didn't reply, instead he pressed a line of kisses on your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on your flesh. but shock waves of pleasure shot through your whole body when he suddenly thrusted his fingers against your spot with such a great force that made you see stars. "oh fuck!" you managed to squeak out before your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure he gave to you. axl abused your sweet spot with fever, bringing you closer to your release.

the squelching sounds of your pussy hung in the air and axl tried his best to hold himself back but it was almost impossible for him. "fuck it.“ he mumbled before he pulled away from your neck and removed his fingers from your cunt. a whine left your lips as your approaching orgasm faded away.

you knew that you were his weakness and that he was addicted to your little pussy. there was nothing he loved more than to be buried inside of you.

in a matter of seconds he got to his knees and put his hands on your hips before turning you around to lay on your belly. your wrists were uncomfortably twisted, making you hiss out. his hand reached under your waist and pulled your ass up in the air. he threw a harsh slap to your ass before he entered you in the blink of an eye. a pathetic whine hung in the air as he filled you to the brim, his size stretching your cunt painfully, immediately starting off with an fast and bruising pace.

axl couldn’t contain his own growls when he finally felt your walls wrapping tightly around his cock. his neck arched back, pounding into you with great desire, enjoying the warmth you gave to him. your moans grew louder as his thrusts became more relentlessly, your body already aching. "you feel so good baby.“ he groaned out, striking your ass again.

"can’t grow tired of fucking this tight little pussy.“ he continued, his hips clashing against your ass harder. the heavy smell of sex, your aching body, the sound your body’s made and axl‘s sexy growls made your mind all dizzy. all you could think off was axl‘s dick hammering into you without mercy.

"you like being fucked like slut?“ he sneered, grabbing your hair to force you to look at him. you frantically nodded your head, too lost in pleasure to actually answer him.

"speak when you’re spoken to.“ he uttered, slapping your ass two times with great strength. "yes daddy, i love it.“ you spluttered out, looking at him with hazy eyes. he smirked down at you devilishly before releasing his grip on your hair.

you tugged on your restraints, wanting to be freed from the painful pressure on your wrists. "don’t even try it baby.“ axl stated, making you cry out defeatedly.

you could feel his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic, his moans became louder and his dick pulsated inside of you heavily, signing you that he was close to his release. you wanted to cum as well but without any stimulation on your clit it was hard for you to reach your high.

and axl knew this too well.

he purposely didn’t give your clit any attention to punish you. usually, he would make you cum at least 6 times in one session.

"m‘gonna fill this little cunt up.“ he moaned out, going as fast as he could possibly go before spurting his seed deep inside of you. his tip twitched uncontrollably and you could feel his cum painting your walls. he continued to fuck into you, riding out his orgasm before stopping his movements. slowly he pulled his dick out of your hole, eliciting a whine from you.

exhaustedly, you turned your head to face him, staring up at him with puppy eyes, only to find him looking at you already. "axl…“ you stammered, a tear threatening to escape your eye. he knew exactly what you were referring to.

he didn’t make you cum.

and that made you sad.

"look at you. my little princess is crying because she didn’t get to cum.“ he mocked you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you pulled earlier?“ he asked you, now completely serious.

"i- i‘m sorry daddy. i won’t do that again, i’ll be good.“ you stuttered, voice shaking.

he simply huffed out before he got off the bed, walking around the bed to open the drawer of his bedside table. you watched him closely as he pulled out a small key and kneeled on the bed again. he unlocked both of the cuffs that were wrapped around your wrists before placing the key back in the drawer.

your hands immediately massaged the sore spots, a forming bruise on both sides. "come on, lay on your back.“ he commanded, his voice now soft. your lip quivered slightly because of the slowly purple turning spots on your wrists and the denial of your orgasm.

axl must have noticed that you were upset and helped you getting comfortable in the new position. "everything’s okay princess.“ he mumbled, petting your head softly before crawling between your legs, kind of regretting that he was so rough with you.

the sight of his seed oozing out of your hole made him hard again, wanting to fuck you once more but he mentally slapped himself across the face.

now it was your turn to receive pleasure.

he spread your legs and bent your knees. you slightly propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him gather his cum that was dripping out of your hole on his fingers before pushing them inside of you. a soft moan left your lips, finally having him inside you again. his fingers immediately found your g-spot again and he began to stimulate it with an delicious pace and pressure. not to rough, not too soft, simply just perfect. then, he wrapped his lips around your clit, letting his tongue flick around the puffy nub. you inhaled sharply, your head tossing back and the feeling. axl began to suck on your clit, creating an toe-curling vacuum, while still flicking it with his tongue.

your orgasm was building up quickly because of your already sensitive cunt and overstimulated g-spot. his fingers sped up a little and got rougher, getting you even closer. your hand found its way to his long hair, tugging on it harshly. "i’m close.“ you whimpered, eyes shut and focused on his movements.

as soon as the words left your mouth, axl sucked harder and fingered you faster. a pornographic moan rattled against the walls as your orgasm washed over you, finally experiencing your desired release. your legs were shaking, toes curling and your whole body felt like it was on fire. "fuck! axl!“ you yelled out as he continued his assault on your pussy, overstimulating you. he removed his mouth from you but his digits never stopped with their movements. again, he got on his knees, allowing him to fuck you with more strength.

the intense pressure on your spot was making you see stars but axl just got even rougher, determined to make you squirt.

"axl!!“ you cried out, collapsing back against the pillows.

"come on, i know you can do it.“ he growled, pressing his thumb against your clit. and before you could even comprehend it, the most powerful orgasm you ever had crushed through you, your juices squirting out of you, coating axl‘s hand and the duvet. your hands were gripping the blanket like your live depended on it and loud, high pitched cries and whimpers fell from your lips.

"good fucking girl.“ axl groaned out, pleased to see your liquid all over the bed. he pushed his fingers in and out of you a few more times before pulling them away. your mouth hung wide open and your eyes were closed, too caught up in the after waves of your orgasm. "oh shit.“ you whispered.

axl chuckled slightly before crawling up to you, laying down next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in his embrace. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands gently stroking your body. "you did so good, princess.“

"you know that i love you, right?“ he asked you, kissing you again.

you exhaustedly nodded your head, leaning against his chest.

"i‘m sorry for not giving you any attention. it was stupid of me.“ he mumbled, his voice laced with regret.

"it’s fine axl. i love you.“ you replied, your tone just above a whisper. he gently grabbed your chin, tilting it up just enough to press his lips against yours, kissing you with such a softness that made you melt.

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excusemyrandomramblings · 17 days ago

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Day 18: Temperature Play

A/n: I know it’s a little late but I can do whatever I want ☺️

Warnings: smut, temperature play (wax/ice play), bondage, oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You wanted to try something new, Axl was into all kinds of things but he was the one in charge so when you suggested him be the one tied up he was hesitant.

"No way in hell would I let you do that." Hesitant may not been a strong enough word, but eventually you wore him down.

Now he was tied to the headboard while you sat over him in just his shirt, trailing an ice cube down his torso, starting at his chest and moving down to his stomach.

It was after one of his shows, he’d been wanting to bring you on tour with him for a while and you were finally able to go.

You’d been sleeping in his bus, obviously, staying nice and cuddled up to him every night and no one ever questioned the rocking or swaying of the vehicle.

Every night you’d see him up on stage from the side and watch in his, his stupid dances, his little running from side to side, helping him pick out outfits before he went onstage. The way his voice hit your ears was everything.

At the end of the night he’d help you get through the crowds back to the bus and you’d get under the covers with him, he’d always say he was tired and just needed sleep yet somehow sleep always meant making you scream.

You just wanted to see what would happen if the roles were reversed, see how much you could get away with.

He was shivering at the cold running down him, the ice cube melting and leaving water in its wake. You placed a few gentle kisses to his abdomen, his American flag boxers pulled down just enough for his hard cock to spring out, leaning on the side of your face.

You brought the ice to you mouth, moving it over your lips before pushing it past them and letting it rest on your tongue.

“No, no, sweetheart, you don’t- you don’t have to do that-!” His voice raised at the end in a gasp as he felt you take him into your mouth, the ice now pushed to his length as you bobbed your head on him.

The ice melted much faster given the heat of your mouth and Axl pulsing. He rolled his hips to meet you half way and you let him, your goal wasn’t to be mean and edge him so you happily swallowed his watered down cum as it spilled into your mouth.

You pulled off of him with a pop and wiped the drool that had dribbled down your chin out the corners of your mouth. On the night stand was a bowl of ice you’d grabbed earlier, however it wasn’t the only thing that caught your eye this time.

There was a candle, a matchbox right next to it. Axl must’ve seen where you were looking and followed it. “No! I am drawing a line, you smarten the fuck up, now!” You just chuckled and lit the candle, letting it burn for a minute.

“C’mon, it’s just wax, you’ll be fine.” You assured, though he still squirmed and shook his head in adamant protest. “Just this once.” You tilted the candle over him, a drop of wax falling onto his chest and sliding down until it hardened.

That did it. Axl finally snapped and ripped the bandana you’d used to tie him up.

He sat up and took the candle from you, maneuvering you onto your back while you giggled. Axl couldn’t help it, your laugh was contagious and he smiled down at you while he pulled the shirt you wore up. “You are a fucking bitch, you know that?” He asked, drizzling wax over your now bare chest, making you gasp.

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excusemyrandomramblings · 20 days ago

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how do i live without you? - billy hargrove

Billy Hargrove x female! Reader, some platonic Steve Harrington x Reader

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Summary:

An accidental pregnancy turns your world upside down, but losing your boyfriend and having to go through it without him? Things couldn’t be worse.

Warnings:

S3 spoilers, angst, Billy’s death, pregnancy, grief, depression, labor and birth

Word Count: 6,841

A/N:

This is a scenario that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and I’m always thinking about Billy and making myself emotional. I really hope you enjoy. Requests open <3

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The feeling that went through your heart and body when you saw the two lines on that test was something you would never forget.

It was pure fear, panic, shock, sadness, and also awe. You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do, or if Billy was even going to stick around to find out.

The thought of being pregnant and having a baby was terrifying in general, but the thought of doing it alone was even scarier.

You held that secret close to your chest for a week. You wanted to wait for the perfect time to tell Billy, but that time never came. You never stopped being terrified, your stomach was never not in knots when you were around him. He noticed something was up, and he kept trying to get you to tell him, but you’d brush it off.

It became an issue when he wanted you to come with him to a party at Tommy’s house. You didn’t think anything of it at first, agreeing to go without hesitation like any other time. You felt stupid (maybe you could blame it on pregnancy brain already), but it didn’t occur to you until you and Billy pulled up to the party that you would be expected to drink.

When you walked in, Billy brought you straight to the alcohol, filling up two cups before you could say anything over the pounding music. He went to hand you yours with a grin, and you paled, feeling like it was suddenly too hot in the house.

“I’m not drinking tonight,” you said, trying to decline the drink politely and casually but knowing you wouldn’t be so lucky as to not be questioned.

Billy looked at you as if you’d grown two heads. “Uh…you’re not drinking?”

Shit. You absolutely should have thought this through. Who goes to one of these parties to say sober, anyway?

“She’s not drinking?” Tommy asked, sliding over with Carol under his arm. “Like at all?”

“That’s weird,” Carol giggled, clearly feeling the alcohol she had consumed tonight. “What, are you pregnant or something?”

Your blood ran cold. You actively tried not to react, but the question hit you like a slap to the face. “No, Carol,” you snapped back.

Billy’s eyes never left you throughout the entire interaction. His brows were furrowed, the gears turning in his head.

“I just don’t feel good,” you added, feeling like you were standing on stage with a spotlight on you. “I thought alcohol would make it worse.”

Tommy and Carol weren’t even listening anymore, having moved on to making out in the corner. Billy’s intense gaze was beginning to make you uncomfortable, you felt like he was reading you like a book.

Despite your fears, Billy didn’t bring it up or push the alcohol again. You had a pretty shitty time, because hanging out in a crowded house full of drunk people is probably the least enjoyable sober activity. Billy had two beers before he decided you should leave early. He didn’t look like he was having any fun either, and he knew you weren’t.

In the safety of Billy’s Camaro, you let out a breath. You buckled your seatbelt as Billy climbed into the driver’s seat. He started the car and began to drive back in the direction of your house.

He drove in silence. He didn’t even turn music on, which was not like Billy at all. The tension in the air was so thick you could barely breathe. The only sounds you could hear were the rumbling of the engine and your own shaky breathing.

Billy pulled a cigarette from his pack, sticking it between his lips. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it, bringing the flame to his face and lighting the cigarette. He took a big drag, blowing the smoke mostly out the window. The smell of it nearly made you gag, but you watched his every movement with bated breath anyway.

Finally, he spoke.

“Are you going to tell me what that was really about?” he asked, driving with one hand. He doesn’t look away from the road, doesn’t look at you.

You felt like you were going to really be sick (that had been happening recently), but it was all nerves this time. You debated if there was any chance of talking yourself out of this believably, but then you realize what’s the point, he has to know sometime, somehow.

You let out a long, shaky exhale. Billy’s eyes flicked to you for just a moment at the sound, sensing that there really was something big going on. He had hoped it was some silly explanation. He took another long drag from his cigarette.

“Billy…” you began, looking away from him and down at your hands as your fingers played together nervously. “I, uh…I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air like a bomb waiting to explode. Billy doesn’t say anything. You don’t say anything.

Finally Billy sighed deeply, taking another drag and then putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if he had a bad headache. “Christ…”

You felt sick to your stomach. You didn’t want him to be mad at you, You didn’t want him to leave.

You didn’t say anything, still trying to gauge his reaction. He didn’t look happy, but you couldn’t really figure what he was thinking. He was never an open book.

Billy pulled up in front of your house. You half expected him to kick you out of the car and never talk to you again, but instead he shut the car off entirely.

“Can I come in? To talk?” he asked, which took you by surprise.

“Yeah,” you said. “My parents are home, though, so you’ll have to come through the window…”

He nodded. He was familiar. “Give me 10 minutes,” he said. He leaned over and kissed you softly on the lips and then you were climbing out, headed up the walkway to your front door as you heard him drive off. He would be going to park around the block to walk over so your parents wouldn’t be suspicious.

You didn’t know what to think. He didn’t seem mad at you, which was a good sign. He even kissed you before you got out of the car like he always does.

Your stomach was in knots as you slipped into the house, saying a quick goodnight to your parents as you headed to your room. You cracked the window for Billy before getting changed into some comfortable pajamas while you waited for him.

Just as promised, you heard your window sliding up about 10 minutes later, and you turned in time to see Billy’s large body awkwardly maneuvering in through the window.

When he was in, he shut the window behind him and let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy blonde curls. He sat down on your bed next to you, neither of you saying anything for a while.

“Well,” Billy finally said. “This is some shit.” He laughed, but nothing was really funny.

You felt bad. You felt like this was all your fault, although you knew logically that wasn’t true.

“And you’re sure?” he asked, rubbing his sweaty palms over the thighs of his jeans.

“Yes,” you said. “Do you want to see the tests?”

He hesitated before nodding. “Not that I don’t believe you,” he added quickly, his voice gruff. “I just…want to see ‘em.”

You opened your bedside table drawer, pulling out the five positive tests you had taken. Billy’s eyes widened as you handed them to him, and he realized this was really happening. There was no mistake.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, looking at those two pink lines.

“Yeah. Fuck,” you agreed.

Billy turned to you then, and he surprised you by smiling at you softly. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his firm, warm body. You always felt safe there.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said, which was maybe the last thing you expected him to say.

You looked up at him. “Really? You actually think so?”

“Yeah,” he said, and he looked genuine. “You know I’m serious about you, right?”

You blinked at him. You hadn’t known that, not really. You had hoped he felt the same way about you as you felt about him, but he avoided talking about his feelings so much you were never really sure where you stood.

He looked at you incredulously. “You are. You’re so special to me, you have no idea.”

Your eyes began to water at that, a couple tears falling. “Billy…”

He lifted a hand and wiped your tears away. “Come on, baby girl…” he muttered. “Don’t cry. I hate when you cry.”

He was never this tender. It was making your heart beat about a million times a minute, your head spinning in circles.

“You’re not mad?” you finally asked, voice weak.

“Why would I be mad?” he asked, looking genuinely curious. “It’s not your fault. It was both of us.” He gave you a little smirk when he said that, and it made you blush.

“I just thought you’d be upset,” you said, eyes trailing down to look at your comforter. He placed his hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I’m not upset,” he said. “Sure, this is…really not great timing, but we’re gonna be okay, yeah? We have each other.”

You nodded. You felt like you could get through anything with Billy by your side, and now that it was clear he had no plans to run, you felt yourself breathing for the first time in a week.

“I love you, Billy,” you said, and you froze as you realized what you had said. You and Billy had not said that to each other yet, and now you were positive you had really scared him off this time.

But Billy didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to yours. “I love you, too,” he said, and you couldn’t believe your ears.

He gently placed his hand on your still flat stomach, rubbing his thumb over the material of your shirt.

“And I mean it,” he promised, looking into your eyes with his deep, gorgeous blue ones, more serious than you’d ever seen him. “You won’t do this alone. I’m right here.”

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Billy began to act strangely in July.

He stopped calling. You stopped seeing him around anywhere. You went to the pool to see him at work, which he usually loved for you to do, but you found him there looking sweaty and sick, his body covered up from the sun. You knew something was seriously off right away.

It turned out Max and El had already figured it out themselves. They had been watching Billy, and discovered the Mind Flayer was back, and he had possessed Billy.

You felt angry. You felt scared. But Will had been able to be saved from the Mind Flayer, so surely Billy could be, too. That’s what you held onto, what you told yourself.

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It had been a month since the Starcourt incident. A month since Billy sacrificed himself to save all of you, a month since you watched your boyfriend die horrifically right in front of your own eyes. You still had nightmares about it, seeing it over and over again behind your eyelids when you tried to go to sleep at night. When you realized you’ll never fall asleep in Billy’s arms again, never feel him again at all.

You didn’t leave your bed for weeks after his death. Really only getting up for necessities like the bathroom or forcing yourself to eat enough to keep your body going. Steve and Robin came over and begged you to get up and get out of your dark, depressing bedroom. You weren’t ready to face a world without Billy in it. The thought of going outside and seeing the world continuing on like nothing happened made you feel sick. You felt like they didn’t understand - Steve didn’t like Billy anyway. They were never fans of your relationship. The only thing that eventually gets through to you and gets you out of bed is the reminder that you’re still growing a baby, and that baby needed a mother who could function.

You had never lost anyone close to you like that before. Not even touching on the brutal way he died, or the fact that it happened while you stood helplessly watching. You thought of Billy constantly, it was a neverending physical ache in your chest that was so severe your doctor thought you might be having heart problems and sent you to have it checked out.

Nope, just heartbreak. You wondered if the pain alone would kill you, too.

You became close to Max. The two of you may have never been friends before, but you had always liked the kid, and when you and Billy first started dating, she had told you she was glad Billy finally had a real girlfriend and that you were better than any of the other girls Billy had brought around. It made you laugh at the time, and you instantly liked her.

In Billy’s absence, being the only two people you knew who really felt the pain of his death, you leaned on each other. You became a true big sister to Max, and she became a real friend to you. The excitement over being an aunt and having that piece of Billy to carry on was the only real light she held onto in life some days.

One of the biggest surprises in the aftermath of Billy’s death came from Steve Harrington himself.

You and Steve had been friends for ages, only becoming closer in the past year. You knew Steve loved you and would always be there for you, of course, but you didn’t realize how much until one day that August.

You were 15 weeks pregnant, at that point the secret was out to any and everyone. You were already beginning to show, no longer able to hide under baggy t shirts and hoodies. You were tired of the sympathetic looks everyone gave you, oh, she’s a pregnant teenager and the father died in that horrible mall fire! You could see it in everyone’s eyes when they looked at you.

The doorbell ringing jolted you from your busy day of crying in bed. You were surprised to see Steve there, looking like he had something really important to say.

“Can I come in?” he asked, and your thoughts immediately went to the pajamas you were still wearing at 4pm, the mess of a depression den your bedroom had turned into.

But you knew Steve was the last person who would judge you. You let him in, both of you walking to your bedroom. You had to step over various water bottles, cans, and dirty clothes on the way to sit on your bed.

When you sat together, Steve turned to you, grasping your hands in his. He looked at you seriously, and it scared you a little.

“I just…I have something to say,” Steve said, and you searched his eyes for any clue as to what he was about to drop on you.

“I…you might think I’m crazy,” he laughed breathlessly, running a hand through his long hair before he grabbed your hand again. “Listen, I can’t stand the idea of you doing this alone.”

You looked at him, confused. “Doing what…?”

Steve gestured towards your stomach, the still small bump visible there now. “Having a baby.”

You felt like he wasn’t making any sense. “Steve, I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

Steve sighed, but he didn’t seem annoyed with you. He squeezed your hands, looking you in the eyes. “I’m saying, if you want me to, I want to do this with you. I’ll be like…the dad.” He shook his head, speaking quickly again before you could say anything. “Not the dad, Billy will always be the dad, obviously, I don’t want to erase him or anything. But like the step dad maybe. I want to help you raise the baby.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Were you crazy or did Steve really just offer to step up and be a parent to a child that isn’t even his?

“Steve…” you breathed, tears coming to your eyes as you scanned his face for any sign of hesitancy or insincerity. You found none. He looked at you determined, like had had made up his mind and nothing would change it. “You don’t have to do this. You’d practically be throwing your life away.”

“I wouldn’t be throwing my life away,” Steve scoffed. “I’ve already graduated. I can get a good job with my dad, with insurance and benefits and stuff. I can take care of you. Both of you.”

He really had thought this through. He meant what he was saying. You couldn’t imagine someone ever being this selfless, it was hard for you to wrap your mind around what he was truly offering.

“You don’t have to do this,” you told him again. Your voice was shaking now as you felt the tears threatening to fall.

“I want to,” he said again, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. “You’re like, my best friend in the world. I can’t stand the thought of you stuck doing this alone. Plus, I love kids.” Steve took a deep breath. “And…I feel like I owe it to Billy. I won’t ever forget his sacrifice. He would want you two to be taken care of.”

Those words are the ones that push you over the edge, and you cried, sobs bursting from your chest without warning. Steve was surprised at first, but quickly wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. He didn’t say anything, he just let you get it out of your system. You had been so fragile since Billy died, he knew this conversation would bring up some big emotions.

You felt safe in Steve’s arms. You were surprised at how much comfort they brought you, and you thought maybe you would have been better off with your friends after all than rotting in your bed, burritoed in your blankets. You just hadn’t been able to stand the idea of bringing everyone down when you were stuck so deep in your personal pit of despair.

When your cries finally calmed, you pulled away from Steve’s chest, looking at him with puffy red eyes. “I feel like I can’t ask you to do this.”

“You’re not asking me, I’m offering,” Steve answered quickly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I know I can’t force you to believe me, but I want this.”

You felt the tears threatening to fall again, but you pushed the feeling back as far as you could. “Okay,” you finally croaked out. “But you can change your mind at any time, okay?”

Steve smiled at you. “Not gonna happen.”

And Steve kept to his word. He didn’t leave your side the entire pregnancy. He drove you to every appointment, sitting next to you and holding your hand when you needed him. The nurses would refer to him as “dad” and he wouldn’t correct them unless you did. He liked the sound of that, deep down. Yeah, he knew this baby wasn’t his, but he would love them like they were.

The first time Steve got to see the baby and hear the heartbeat, his eyes shone with love, his own heart nearly beating out of his chest. The fast, rhythmic whoosh whoosh whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room. You looked up at Steve teary eyed, and he looked back down at you like he had never been more proud of someone in his life.

It warmed your heart that even though Billy couldn’t be here, which is a pain that would never go away, the baby had a found family that was larger and stronger than you ever could have hoped your support system would be. The whole friend group was so invested in the pregnancy - it had nearly become the friend group’s baby by this point.

The 20 week anatomy scan was a monumental day, because you’d finally be finding out the gender of the baby. There were only supposed to be 2 people allowed back in the room at a time, but somehow your friends were able to talk their way in.

It was like a party in the exam room when the tech came in, wide eyed and taking in the excited group. You laid on the table with Steve in his normal spot next to you. Then there was also Max, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, and El, all crowded into the room with you.

The tech looked a little nervous as she got started, not used to having quite an audience. When the scan started, everyone leaned in, fighting each other for the best glance at the screen. They all began taking bets on whether it would be a boy or a girl.

“Do you want to know the gender?” the tech asked, and the whole room practically yelled a chorus of Yes!

The tech couldn’t help but smile, despite the chaos of this appointment. It was sweet to see an unborn baby already so loved by so many.

“It’s a girl,” the tech announced, and the room erupted into cheers. There were some “I told you so!”s and some money exchanging hands.

The chaos of the room around you fell away as you turned and looked right at Steve. He was already looking at you, tears brimming in his eyes to match yours.

“A baby girl…” he muttered, lightly brushing his hand across your cheek. “A daughter.”

You smiled, and your heart felt like it was swelling out of your chest. You felt so happy. Then you remembered Billy, how he’d never know and never see his daughter, and that familiar, comfortable ache settled over your bones again.

The group took you out to eat after the appointment, you all laughing, throwing out baby girl names, and talking about plans for her future. It meant the world to you how genuinely excited all of your friends were.

By the 7th month of pregnancy, Steve might as well have moved into your house, because he was there all the time. There was still nothing romantic between you, but he slept in your bed, and you loved the way he would hold you at night, his back pressed against you and hand splayed out over your pregnant belly protectively. It was innocent, but it made you feel less alone. You had spent many nights after Billy’s death jolting awake at night from nightmares, feeling like you were free falling through the emptiness.

By month 8, Steve surprised you with a small but cozy two bedroom apartment for the three of you. You had no idea he had even been making plans to move out with you, the gesture catching you completely off guard. Already an emotional mess from the pregnancy and your never ending grief, you had cried, which made Steve panic and think he did something wrong. But really, you couldn’t believe how sweet he was, how much he loved you and the baby already.

Steve, Robin, Nancy, Max, and Dustin helped you set up the nursery. You made a day out of it. There was a lot of sweating and arguing setting up the crib and dresser, mostly between Steve and Dustin, but it all came together. You were shooed out of the room as they opened the windows and painted the walls a pale pink before moving the furniture to their spots.

You nested over the next couple of weeks, and the nursery really started to come together. There was a rocking chair in the corner next to her bookshelf already stocked with baby books. There was shelving attached to the walls, filled with stuffed animals, a framed ultrasound photo, a framed picture of you and Billy.

You even had a wall hanging made with her name to put on the wall, but you kept that hidden in the closet for now, wanting her name to be a surprise for everyone.

Baby Girl was all set now, really, the only thing left was for her to make her arrival.

You had been in your pajamas, watching a movie with Steve one night when you were 38 weeks pregnant. You didn’t make it out of your pajamas very often anymore. You felt like a house at this point, you couldn’t even stand without Steve’s help. You dealt with a lot of back pain in your third trimester, your doctor said the baby was most likely laying on a nerve. Little brat. Thankfully Steve was always there, ready to help however he could, unless he was at work.

You rubbed a hand over your large belly, feeling your baby girl moving beneath your palm. You thought of Billy again, as you always did. You wondered if he could see you somehow, if he knew that you and his baby were okay, that she was about to be here and how you’d never missed him quite as badly as you have lately. Steve was great, but you would have given anything to be going through this with Billy like you were supposed to.

“Can you help me up? I have to go to the bathroom,” you asked Steve with a sigh, hating feeling so helpless. You didn’t like relying on people to this degree, not at all. You had pretty much been assigned an around the clock babysitter over the past few weeks. Someone from the friend group was always here if Steve wasn’t, and you suspected he did that on purpose.

“Of course,” Steve said, standing without hesitation. He held out his hand for you and pulled you to your feet. You made it up with great effort, but at least you were finally up.

Steve sat back down in the recliner as you started moving your aching body towards the small bathroom down the hall. As you were almost halfway there, you felt it - a huge gush, and you froze in place.

“Uh- um, Steve??” you said, panic in your voice.

“What?” Steve asked, his head snapping in your direction. “Are you- did you just pee yourself?”

You glared at him. “My water just broke.”

Steve’s eyes went wide, and he was frozen for a minute. Then he jumped out of his seat, looking frantic like he’d lost his mind and didn’t know where to go first.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit-“

As Steve freaked out, the contractions kicked in for you. You placed a hand on your stomach as you doubled over in pain and cried out, feeling like you were experiencing the worst period cramps of your life.

When Steve noticed, he panicked even harder. “Oh god-“

Steve slapped himself in the face. He had to pull himself together. This is what you had both been preparing for for months, and now it was happening, and he could do this.

He sprinted into the bedroom, grabbing the overnight bags you had already packed. There was a big one for you, a smaller one filled with Steve’s things, and one for the baby.

When Steve ran back out into the living room, he found you holding onto the back of the couch for dear life, breathing through a contraction just like the two of you had practiced in the birthing classes.

“Good, good, you’re doing amazing sweetheart,” Steve said, running a hand through his messy hair. “You think you can get downstairs and into the car with me?”

You held up a finger, telling him to wait as you rode out the last of this contraction. When the pain faded, you let out a long exhale. “Yes. Let’s just go before another one comes on.”

Steve carried all three bags in one arm as he put his other one around you, helping you out of the apartment and down the stairs. Another contraction hit halfway down the stairs, and Steve had to stand there with you, making sure you didn’t collapse and go toppling down the damn stairs. They were coming fast now, you both noticed, and that made him feel like he was going to panic again, but his pushed the feeling down deep. He breathed along with you, coaching you as he had learned in class. He had paid attention. At least he felt like he could be somewhat helpful.

When it was over, he got you the rest of the way down the stairs, helping you into the car and buckling you in himself. He tossed the bags in the back and then he was sprinting to the driver’s side.

Steve drove to the hospital fast, speeding up a little every time you had another contraction. He was terrified of the baby being born in his car, him delivering her himself. He shuddered at the thought.

Steve parked as close to the emergency room entrance as he could get, running inside like a madman to grab a wheelchair and wheel it out to you. He got you settled into it, grabbing all your bags and pushing you inside quickly, but a little less insane this time since he didn’t want to throw you out of the chair.

You received a cervical check in the ER, and it was determined you were already 7cm dilated. Things were moving extremely fast. Your head was spinning, and Steve looked like he might pass out.

They got you up and into a delivery room immediately. You were offered the epidural, but you said no, you wanted to see if you could make it without it - this is a decision you would regret soon.

At some point, the pain went from intense to unbearable. You screamed out, tears streaming down your cheeks, as the contractions got more and more intense until you felt like your body was literally splitting in half.

“I want the epidural,” you begged, and the nurses looked at each other. You didn’t like that look.

“We’ll have to do another cervical check first,” one of them said gently, and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The check was performed, and the nurse announced you were already 10cm. It was too late. It was time to push.

You cried like a baby as the delivery room turned into chaos, nurses bustling around, bright lights turning on, the doctor coming in dressed in scrubs, all preparing the room for the birth. It was actually time. Steve never took his eyes off you, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead.

“I can’t do this,” you cried to him, desperate for someone to give you that goddamn epidural. “It hurts too bad.”

Steve looked at you sympathetically. He wanted to take every bit of your pain away, and he felt powerless that there wasn’t a thing he could do. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” he said, offering you some water. You gratefully drank through the straw, the cool water easing your dry mouth. “You’re almost done. If you came this far, you can finish it.”

His words did bring you a little comfort, although all you really wanted to hear was Yes, here’s the epidural you ordered! You won’t feel any more pain at all!

But of course that was not your reality. The nurse lifted your right leg, and they offered to let Steve hold the other. He looked between you and the nurse awkwardly, looking like he wanted to ask if it was okay, before he wrapped his hands around your leg, holding it back just like the nurse was.

You had never felt so exposed in your life.

“Don’t look down there during all this,” You warned Steve, your expression serious. “You’ll never look at me the same.”

Steve laughed, but he didn’t take your words lightly. He did not look.

The doctor was between your legs now, and if you weren’t in so much pain you probably would have felt embarrassed.

The doctor told you to push with every contraction. The first one came on, and you pushed, screaming loudly, a primal scream ripped straight from your soul. Steve winced, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to. He didn’t care if you broke every bone in his hand, as long as it helped you in some way, as long as he can help you feel better.

You continued to push at the appropriate times, each time feeling like your body was tearing apart. You had never experienced such pain in your life, women weren’t lying when they said this shit is the worst.

“I can see her head, you’re almost there,” the doctor encouraged, and you felt relieved that the end was in sight, but at the same time the pain was only getting worse.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you cried, looking at Steve like there was anything he could do to help you. He felt helpless, and that was the worst thing when all he wanted was to take all your pain away. That’s all he had ever wanted.

“You can,” he told you, padding your forehead with a cold wash cloth. “You’ve come so far. You are almost done. She’s almost here.”

At Steve’s words, you took a deep breath. He was right. You were almost done, and there was no turning back now anyway.

You pushed hard during the next contraction, the doctor encouraging you.

“The head is out,” he announced, “The worst part is over. Just one more good push.”

You had never been relieved to hear something more in your life. You pushed hard for your last push, and you knew she was out. You tried to look down, and then you heard the most beautiful sound. A cry.

The doctor held up a tiny little thing, pale and covered in blood, crying loudly. Your eyes went wide, but you were too exhausted to sit up. The nurses wiped off the baby, and then they were placing her on your chest, this tiny little warm wiggling thing.

You wrapped your arms around her, cuddling her close to your chest, wrapping your hospital gown around her for warmth. A nurse placed a baby blanket over her as well. She settled against your skin like it was where she had always belonged.

She had a head full of blonde or maybe light brown hair. She opened her eyes and looked up at you with bright blue eyes - Billy’s eyes. God, she was his twin. Your heart clenched at the sight, and you felt tears beginning to fall.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of Steve’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, his other hand coming to rest on the baby’s back.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured, and you could see the tears falling down his cheeks. “Absolutely perfect.” He smiled softly, running a hand over her soft baby hair.

You wished Billy was here to see her. You wished for that more than anything.

“Little Molly,” you hummed, taking in her perfect features, her soft skin, her tiny fingers and toes. Molly Louise Hargrove.

You could have held her all day, but finally you passed her to Steve, giving him a turn. Steve took her like she was made of porcelain, holding her so tenderly like he was terrified she’d break at the slightest wrong move. He rocked her gently, looking at her with pure love and adoration. He looked like a new dad.

When Steve called your friends the next morning to let them know the baby had arrived, he got hung up on. He looked at the phone, confused, attempting to dial back with no answer.

20 minutes later and your entire friend group was busting through the hospital room door. You laughed, shushing your loud friends as you gestured to the sleeping newborn in your arms.

Surprisingly, they all quieted down, but then they joined together in a soft chorus of Awww! as they leaned over, trying to get a better look at her. You finally announced the name, and everyone loved it.

You motioned for Max to climb onto the bed with you, and she did, careful not to jostle your sore body. She learned over, trying to get a good look at the bundle of blankets in your arms.

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked softly. You had wanted her to be the first.

She looked at you wide eyed, her blue eyes full of emotion. “R-really?”

“Of course. You’re Auntie Max,” you answered her with a gentle smile and she smiled back. She held her arms out, and you carefully laid Molly in them. “Just be careful to support her head,” you added, but the girl was a natural.

Max looked down at her niece, her eyes wide. Tears brimmed at her waterline, and she looked like she had about a million thoughts going through her head at once.

“She looks like Billy,” is what Max finally said, a huff of breathless laughter coming from her lips as tears began to fall. The sight of the younger girl crying made you cry too, it didn’t even matter that you had a whole audience. You felt Steve’s hand rubbing your back.

Every member of the friend group held Molly, even the ones who originally said they didn’t want to (Mike and Will). Molly seemed to adore Robin especially.

Your friends visited until they were kicked out, visiting hours over for the day. Only Steve was allowed to stay, since he was sleeping there.

That night, you smiled softly to yourself as you watched Steve in the dark of the room. You were supposed to be asleep, but were having a hard time. You watched Steve, who definitely thought you were still asleep, as he paced around the dark room, gently bouncing Molly in his arms.

“You are really the cutest ever, you know,” he muttered lowly to her, like they were having a conversation. “And I love you so much. Did you know that? I may not be your daddy, but I couldn’t love you any more even if I was.”

Your heart felt full as you watched them. Molly was awake, but not a single cry came from her. She was content to be gently walked and bounced and staring up at Steve’s face. She knew his voice. He had talked to her through your belly the whole pregnancy.

“We’re gonna have so much fun. We’re gonna be the best family.” He gently patted her back as he walked with the bundle in his arms. “And I’ll tell you all about your daddy. Billy. He was a hero, you know.”

You wiped away the tears that fell with the back of your hand. You still couldn’t handle a mention of Billy without crying. But your little girl was so loved, which meant everything to you, and you knew Billy would be happy to know she was loved and taken care of, too.

The day you went home from the hospital, you and Steve bickered over how the infant car seat worked. You snatched the instructions back and forth, both desperately trying to figure out how the contraption worked. Finally Molly was settled in her seat, safely and cozily strapped in, and it really wasn’t that hard to begin with.

A nurse pushed you to the hospital entrance while Steve walked ahead, carrying the baby carrier. You could see Molly peacefully snoozing in her seat as he walked.

Steve got the car seat settled into the back of the car, and then he was helping you into the passenger seat, mindful of how sore you still were. You felt like a stranger in your own body, but you knew all this weirdness would pass.

Getting home was surreal. Entering the apartment as a family of three finally. Steve carried the car seat around the whole apartment, giving Molly the grand tour. It wasn’t much to see, but it was home.

Your eyes caught sight of the framed photo of you and Billy sitting on the living room table. You thought about how things would be different if he were here. You imagined Billy holding Molly, meeting her for the first time, getting to be her dad. You had to shake the thoughts away before they consumed you again.

You knew you would miss Billy for the rest of your life. Especially seeing Molly every day, you were sure she would only look more like Billy as she grew up. But you had built a family here. Even with all the tragedy, you had your baby girl, and you had Steve. You were grateful for the love that surrounded you, even when all you could see was darkness.

#billy hargrove

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excusemyrandomramblings · 23 days ago

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♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream, Dead by Daylight, Hannibal (TV) /Silence of the Lambs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (og), slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Hannibal Lecter, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; graphic sexually content!!, mentions of vouyerism, documentation kink (yay Danny), manipulation, breeding kinkish content, lots of cumming inside, light pet play elements

♡ notes; seven babes in one post wowowowow! i’m just trying to get caught up with everyone else before i start doing new prompts. but! i have a big list of new ones do not fear

these weren’t written in one sitting like some of my other fics so i’m sorry if the quality wildly varies

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Jason Vorhees

> It’s been gentle coaxing towards each step of the relationship with Jason

> And while you have the patience of a saint when it comes to that man, you’re also incredibly pent up. You’re just as much of a virgin as him and starting to wish he’d fix that.

> But you keep it to yourself, not wanting the pressure him into anything and getting yourself off when he’s not there. It worked well enough before after all.

> One day he comes home when you’re in the middle of mastrubating and you quickly scramble to hide the fact

> He knows somethings up right away, you’re covering yourself with a blanket and red faced…He’s repressed, not stupid.

> You apologize meekly and expect him to walk away - instead he grabs the blanket and pulls you forward by your thighs

> “J-Jason- baby? Are you going to-?”

> He pushes his mask up and goes down on you like a man starved… he may or may not have been home earlier than you realized, listening to you whimpering and moaning his name

> And getting you off ends up getting him very excited- excited enough that he doesn’t care about anything but doing it again

> And if you want him inside you, he’s more than happy to oblige.

> You shyly straddle him and sink onto his cock, holding onto him tightly

> He hides his face in your neck as you slowly move, murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him

> “Jason, it’s so good- you feel so good-“

> After a bit he holds your hips, fingers digging in as you get him closer and closer

> You gasp as he comes inside by accident, too shy to admit you liked the feeling

> He doesn’t even pull out as he holds you, knowing that as soon as he can, he’ll be helping you ride him again

Bo Sinclair

> It slips out when you’re cuddling and watching but not watching some silly movie with copious sex scenes

> “What’s your favorite position, darlin’?”

> “Hm? Oh, I dunno?”

> “Top three then-“

> “Bo I haven’t even-“. You blush bright red as he slowly grins

> He doesn’t leave it along the rest of the day- he has cute little innocent virgin partner

> He likes it way too much- and you like his fixation on it too much

> When you get him alone again you huff and straddle him “Stop teasin. Show me your favorite position, then.”

> You don’t have to tell him twice- and he’s a gentleman, letting you ride his face before he finally fucks you

> He’s got chest against your back and hand between your legs as he slowly uses you

> “Fuck- you’re squeezing my cock so tight- pretty little fucking virgin-“

> His dirty talk gets you both off…again, and again, and again…

> He doesn’t stop until you start whining and pushing his hand away, overstimulated and sore

> “Fine, fine…we’ll try the other top two tomorrow,”

Vincent Sinclair

> Honestly, Vince isn’t huge on sex

> When you offhandedly mention you haven’t done anything before he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t get overly excited like some people.

> He let’s you make the first move

> …or at least he’s going to, but you don’t say anything about it for a long while

> He finally asks softly if you want him to touch you.. and meekly you say yes

> You’re not sure who’s happier- you as he makes you come with just his hand, or him getting to watch you

> After a few days of this you finally get the nerve to ask to do more- his good side goes bright red at the idea of you touching him and you giggle and praise him the entire time.

> But about halfway through he makes you stop and pins you- still gentle but very daring for him

> You giggle again “…wanna go all the way?”

>He nods eagerly and he positions you- very gentle missionary with his forehead against yours

> Even inside you he stops so he doesn’t cum, coaxing you over the edge twice before he gets too close

> The third time you cum you wrap your legs around him and make sure he can’t pull out

> He’s so apologetic after he cums inside- but quite pleased in the same breath

Danny Johnson

> The conversation comes up when he asks you to model for him- a boudoir shoot, naturally

> You’re his muse already- but he wants to shoot more than just your pretty face and the hickies he leaves

> He’s surprised when you’re shy and look away, mumbling that you aren’t pretty enough for that

> “Course you are babydoll- no way no one’s ever told you that. Unless you were screwing them with the lights off-“

> “Danny I haven’t screwed anyone.” You pout

> He tries his best to hide his perverse excitement and looks determined- he’s got an idea…Those usually don’t end well

> Next thing you know he’s pulled a mirror to face the bed and has you on his lap, kissing at your neck and feeling you up.

> He spreads your legs and makes you look as he starts to touch you- you’re not sure if it’s the lewd situation or just him that makes you cum faster than you have ever before

> He makes just as much of a show of cleaning up the mess you’ve made on his hand, and you can feel how hard he is against your ass

> You pull yourself together enough to pout and grind down on him- that’ll show him

> Your revenge quickly backfires as he manhandles you to your hands and knees, grinding against you in a much more expert manner

> It doesn’t take long before you’re babbling beneath him, begging to take him

> He takes his sweet time teasing you- once he’s finally inside you’re pushing yourself back against him, fucking yourself with him

> He lets you do the work- it makes it easier for him to enjoy the show

> At least until he’s about to cum

> Then he pulls you up, making you watch in the mirror with one hand and holding you against him with the other

> “Fuck- look at you- that’s my good fucking baby (/girl/boy)!”

> When he pulls out it splatters across the mirror and he grins and gets a picture- just your bodies in the reflection

> If you thought you’re getting away to rest though…you were mistaken- he had a lot more pictures to take, and a lot more methods to get you to make pretty faces for them

Billy Lenz

> Billy takes things fast. He’s depraved an eager man.

> You aren’t very far into the relationship when he lets his hands wander while you’re cuddling

> He frowns when you push his hands away insistently- you’d talked so confidently about this on the phone…

> “I wanna touch my pretty toy-“

> You mumble something he can’t hear- making you pout as he tilts his head and leans in closer curiously

> “You’ve never- oh.” His grin is huge and excited

> After some convincing you make it a game- how long can you two go without going too far?

> While you want to have sex with him, you’re nervous, so you figure that’ll buy you time to muster up enough courage

> But Billy being Billy, it isn’t long until he finds a shortcut- he bites and kisses and laps your neck and grinds up on you every single time he gets the chance

> If it was PG-13 before, you were heading fast to an R rating

> Finally you can’t stand it any more as he’s got you on his knee, pushing it up as he oh so innocently rubs your hips and kisses you

> “Billyyyy- please — I need it-“

> “Need what?” For once he’s acting coy- so you quickly show him as you undo his pants

> He’s all giggles and moans when you blow him- cumming down your throat quickly

> And before you can move he flips you, going down on you and to your chagrin already hard before you cum once

> But he’s not a monster- or maybe he is, because before he’s even got it in you you’re whining that it’s all too much

> He licks away your overwhelmed tears as he slowly pushes in, cooing softly for once

> Though as soon as your comfortable he’s saying the filthiest things in order to coax louder and louder moans out of you

> Without warning or real permission he cums inside, grinning at the mess and finger fucking whatever leaks out back inside as he coaxes you to another orgasm

> Once he’s finally done late into the night, he holds you tight and continues to coo praises - Billy’s baby was so good! -and he knew they’d be just as good for him in the morning

Hannibal Lecter

> Hannibal knows almost everything about you, especially if you ever began as his patient

> Even if you don’t tell him expressly, he has his theories- but he’s not trying to be too forward

> It’s going to be your idea when he shamelessly uses you :)

> He has it planned to the T as well- you’re having a sweet little date night in and he’s admiring you on the couch

> Perched on his lap you giggle and shiver as he gently brushes your neck, and your thigh, and your stomach- each a little “accident”

> Not that you’re complaining or he’s apologizing for the increasingly lingering touches

> “…darling? Ah- we’ve never done anything before but…”

> “But what my love?”

> “Can you pretty please touch me?”

> He’s so proud of his little pet and tells you as much as he lays you down right there, going a step forward and using his mouth

> Of course he wants, needs to taste you

> But he doesn’t let you come- not yet

> No, he makes sure you’re already riding him slow and deep by the time he makes you come for the first time

> He stops and showers you in praise before helping you move again

> He wants you to crave him inside- and by the way you’re already whimpering with every little move he thinks it’s working

> He’s territorial- coming inside isn’t even a question, even if he pretends it it

> “Good puppy…Very good. Master’s going to cum- are you going to let me cum in that pretty little hole?”

> As you manage a blissed out sound, you’re sent over the edge and he takes the moment to cum inside

> You only hum an acknowledgment as he pulls out and lays you down, practically tucking you in with him

> What a good pet you made…

Bubba Sawyer

> Bubba is so scared of sex at first…Well, small correction- he’s scared of having sex with you.

> I mean Drayton’s idea of sex ed was simply not telling him about it because he didn’t ask “Sex is- well nobody knows!”

> And from what he’s read in books and heard on the radio, it’s sinful and dirty and ruins you

> And he’d never want to dirty you. You were the nicest, cleanest thing in his life.

> So when you ask him if he’s had sex he vehemently shakes his head and you tell him you haven’t either. Good!

> “Well- ah- would you want to? With me, I mean?”

> He’s absolutely shocked- didn’t you know it was dirty?

> “We don’t have to- I just- I really like you. I wanna make you feel good.”

> Maybe he had some details wrong. That’s what he tries to reason as he lets you take his mask off and undo his pants. He’d try it, but if he felt wrong, he’d stop so you both stayed clean…

> It takes all his will not to immediately buck up into your throat when you put him in your mouth.

> You’re sloppy and clumsy and he’s just the same, groaning and whining and gripping the sheets. Before he can finish you pull off and he pouts.

> “C-can we- I mean- can I-“ You huff and get frustrated at your own embarrassment, starting to slip your shirt off and hoping he gets the message.

> He goes red and nods quickly, practically tackling you and kissing you sweetly before he moves into position

> You help him ease himself into you , whimpering and making sure he’s comfortable too

> “Oh my god- that’s it baby- just like that,”

> The praise makes him move harder than he means to but god you’re grateful

> When he does come he pulls out and paints your stomach- and as soon as he realizes you haven’t done the same he uses his hand to correct that.

> He holds you tight and doesn’t let go the rest of the night, keen on trying more in the morning

#slashers

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excusemyrandomramblings · 29 days ago

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I know some Tumblrinas who've been waiting for Letant's day. 😉 Hopefully I've done him justice, y'all!

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 30: Hair Pulling - Letant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD MINORS AVERT THINE EYES; hair pulling; unprotected P in V sex with a Romulan; sort of dommy Letant | Words: ~680 | Song: Little Mercy - Doomtree

Your knees pressed harder into the plush carpet beneath you as you leaned forward, your tongue gliding across your lower lip eagerly before the deep, emerald tip of Letant’s lok. Hunger flashed in the Senator’s eyes, his peaked Romulan brows furrowed resolutely. A verdant blush colored his cheekbones. One of his hands cupped your jaw, guiding you closer, pressing his tip against your plush lips, encouraging you to open for him. You did so gladly, his heavy length slipping into the heat of your mouth with a familiar ease. His low groan sounded like music in your ears and you pulled him deeper, stabilizing yourself with your hands planted on his bare thighs, his skin warm beneath your palms.

You built a steady rhythm; over a year into your relationship with Letant, you’d developed a healthy sense of what Letant liked and disliked, what could make his knees buckle, what would have him fucking you harder…

Flattening your tongue to the underside of his lok as you bobbed your head, you took him as deep into your throat as you could manage. A sharp hiss sounded from above you, your lover’s hips stuttering slightly as his hand slipped into your hair, his fingers grasping hard and twisting, reminding you who was in charge. Pleasure rolled down your spine and a curl of heat pooled in your belly at the sensation of Letant’s dexterous fingers pressed against your scalp. You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction at your core.

Letant maneuvered you, nudging you forward until your nose grazed the thatch of dark hair at the base of his lok.

“Oh, yes, e’lev,” he groaned, his head tipping back slightly.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your fingers curled against his thighs as you fought to relax your throat. You gasped as Letant suddenly pulled you off him, gulping as a tear rolled down your cheek. With his free hand, Letant wiped it away, a moment of tenderness before he tugged on your hair, guiding you to stand. In one swift movement, he bent you over the edge of the bed, his fingers finally loosening their grip. His skilful hands played over the expanse of your back with teasing touches and playful grabs of your ass; lulling you into a sense of calm.

Finally, he soothed the aching in your core, sheathing himself in one swift movement as your paired moans echoed between you. He stilled for a moment and you savored it, the feeling of your Romulan lover joined to you.

He started slowly, building a rhythm, murmuring praise and proclamations of desire as his hands paraded along the curves of your spine and hips.

On a final pass of his palms up your spine, he grasped at your hair, his knuckles pressed against the crown of your head, and you clenched around his length at the tightness on your scalp. His tempo increased, pulling your head back as he buried himself in you over and over again. Your back arched into the feeling and suddenly Letant was hitting the perfect spot within you, your limbs quivering in pleasure as wanton moans spilled from your taut throat.

Letant pulled you along with him, closer and closer to the edge. You took refuge in his control over your body, letting your brain empty itself of everything but the quest toward your climax.

Your body shook, both with pleasure and the momentum of Letant’s thrusts as he slammed into you. With a final tug on your hair, he pulled you up into his arms, his free hand dancing around your clit desperately.

“Come for me, e’lev,” he ordered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, and you shuddered in his arms as miniature suns flared behind your eyelids, crying out his name as you came. Letant followed closely, his final thrusts punctuated with desperate gasps. As you both panted in each other’s arms, catching your breath with your limbs still shaking, his fingers loosened on your hair and began massaging your scalp, a quiet thank you.

#letant x reader

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This piece for Solok and the upcoming one for Letant were two of the pieces I wrote last and I felt kind of rushed, so I'm feeling a little meh about them, which is a bummer because I was so excited to write something for those fabulous vulcanoids. Either way, I hope y'all enjoy!

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Day 27: Choking/Breathplay - Solok x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors do not interact!; what it says on the tin: choking/breathplay, all consensual | Words: ~545 | Song: Amefuri - Masatoshi Yanagi, Eve, Hakushu Kitahara, Shinpei Nakayama

There had once been a trust issue in your relationship; you remembered this fact somewhat amusedly as Solok’s hand rested lightly around your neck, tucked beneath your chin, not squeezing yet. Your early relationship had been plagued by your insecurities and Solok’s own Vulcan rigidity - each of you had found it difficult to fully trust that the other meant what they said and did, frequently doubting each others’ motives. To others, it seemed an especially inconceivable pairing. But there was something there, something drawing you to each other, that you’d both been determined to chase.

A particularly deep thrust of Solok’s hips drew you out of your thoughts. You planted your palms on the hard planes of his chest, fingers spread and grasping as your head tipped back in pleasure.

The trust had come with time, and now there was no one you believed in more in the entire universe. You knew that Solok would never harm you, and one of the ways you practiced your trust in one another happened in the bedroom.

Solok moaned beneath you, his hooded eyes half-closed in pleasure, his free hand rocking you on his lap, helping you find your rhythm. Your back arched as he began to apply pressure to the sides of your neck, your cunt tightening around his length in tandem with the gripping of his fingers.

There was an almost reverent quiet in the dark room around you, lit by nothing more than a few candles and the distant stars beyond the viewport. In this moment, nothing else mattered - only you and your Adun.

Your chest heaved with the weight of it all - your love for your husband, the beauty of the moment, the overwhelming, pulsing desire to achieve ecstasy with him here and now. Your head swam.

Solok sat up suddenly, urgency and desire overwhelming your mental bond as his forehead pressed to yours and his hand tightened further around your neck. He wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer, as though he could bring you into himself. A deep green flush dusted his high cheekbones and the tips of his ears, need apparent in his blue eyes. Sweat beaded between your bodies, your skin slick as you wrapped your arms around Solok’s neck, the change in position pulling a meager whimper from you.

You rocked desperately in his lap, the need to come growing desperate between your trembling thighs as Solok’s lok split you open. Your heart raced in your chest, the room swaying before your eyes as Solok controlled your breath, burying himself deep inside you with every stroke.

“Come for me, Adun’a,” Solok groaned, his lips scattering kisses along your neck and shoulder, his fingers beginning to loosen slightly as he monitored the flow of your thoughts and emotions through your mental bond. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you reached the edge, pulling Solok right along with you. His hand released its hold on your throat immediately, coming to rest tenderly over your heart as you sucked in a few deep breaths, euphoria flooding your body. He tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair, keeping you close enough to share breath as you recovered, always checking in and taking care of you. Continually earning your trust.

#captain solok

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This song goes out to all my Vreenak lovers. 🎤

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Taglist: @horta-in-charge [because it's Vreenak, I'm also tagging @deepspacedukat, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @bigblissandlove1, @vreenak]

Day 25: Impact Play/Spanking - Vreenak x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, por favor; spanking; paddles | Words: ~405 | Song: Horns - Bryce Fox

The crack of his palm on your ass rang across the spacious room, your cry following it like an echo. You rocked on your hands and knees a bit, the sting flaring over your skin for a moment before Vreenak’s palm came to rest where he’d made impact, gently massaging his handiwork. There was sure to be a red handprint flowering on your ass.

When you’d come from your family home in Gav'ros Trel to Ki Baratan to serve as Vreenak’s secretary, you’d hardly imagined that this would be part of your duties. But the Senator seemed to take a liking to your sharp wit and no-bullshit attitude; you challenged him, and if there’s one thing you’d learned about him, it was that he liked a challenge.

From his place kneeling behind you, Vreenak’s free hand traced up your spine before clasping around your throat.

“I know you can be louder than that,” he murmured, his hard lok pressing against the cleft of your ass as he leaned slightly over you. A flood of arousal crested at your core, more evidence of Vreenak’s handiwork dripping between your thighs.

“Surely,” you replied, trying to sound confident, but your voice was hoarse from the evening’s activities. “But what would your neighbors think?”

“I couldn’t care less what they think,” Vreenak responded. He chuckled darkly. “But I’d imagine they think I’m taking very good care of you.” He punctuated his words with a squeeze to the sides of your neck and you couldn’t help the moan that tumbled from between your lips.

It was cut short, though, and transformed into a wail as Vreenak’s palm came down on the other side of your ass. Your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up and, if not for fear of punishment, you would certainly have collapsed onto the bed. You’d been at this for a while, after all. And Vreenak was just getting warmed up.

You almost tipped over as Vreenak suddenly rose from the bed, stepping languidly over to an armoire in the corner of the room. As he opened the mirrored door, you glimpsed the object of his search: a beautiful and slightly intimidating paddle carved from the wood of a tree that had stood on Vreenak’s property for almost a century. He picked it up almost reverently, tapping it hard against his palm as he stalked back toward you, the snap sending a shiver down your spine.

#vreenak x reader

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Day 22, breeding, goes to Dukat, the man who has NINE children by the end of DS9. 🙄

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Day 22: Breeding Kink - Gul Dukat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI; breeding and talking about it a bunch | Words: ~910 | Song: Such a Whore (Stellular Remix) - JVLA

The Replimat. The Habitat Ring. Quark’s Bar, but that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. The Klingon restaurant. The Promenade. Sisko’s office.

These were all the places you’d run into Gul Dukat in the last two weeks. Each time, you’d done nothing more than exchange pleasantries. It seemed as though Dukat wanted to speak with you more in depth, but every time you bumped into each other, you were in a hurry or being called away by someone. After a few days of this, you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger over his intimidating form as you moved on, wishing you had time to ask him… something. Anything, really, just to get him to say what was on his mind. You were dying to know if he had the same thing on his mind as you did.

So after two weeks of increasingly familiar greetings and tentative glances, you decided to make your intentions known. And it was though, your decision made, the universe was inclined to pave your way.

***

The turbolift groaned to a halt at the Promenade’s lower level, and you stepped on, eager to head home after a long shift. As you turned back around, your eyes locked on the now-familiar figure of Dukat striding on to join you before the lift departed.

“Lieutenant,” Dukat greeted, smirking as he turned to stand beside you.

“Gul Dukat,” you replied as the lift lurched, moving down toward the habitat ring. “It’s good to see you again.” You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“We seem to be running into each other quite a bit,” he teased.

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself to be bold and take what you want. “I must say, I’ve been looking forward to our run-ins,” you said, your words coming out in a murmur. In your periphery, you spotted Dukat’s eyebrow ridge raised in surprise.

The lift shuddered to a stop at your level of the habitat ring before Dukat could formulate a response.

You stepped off, but turned back to face the imposing Cardassian. “I’d love to see more of you,” you admitted, your limbs tingling as your heart raced inside your chest. You took a step backward, away from the lift as Dukat grinned.

“H5-A, chamber 1504.”

You watched as the turbolift proceeded downward again, Dukat shooting you a smug smile just before the lift carried him out of sight.

***

And that was how you’d wound up in your current position - your face buried in the pillows and your ass in the air as Dukat fucked you ravenously, your paired grunts and moans filling the air around you.

Dukat had shown up late enough that you’d begun wondering if he was actually going to show up, and you’d practically worried a path in your carpet with your pacing. But your anxiety and doubt had been forgotten the moment he entered your quarters and pinned you to the wall like he couldn’t wait another second to feel you against him.

A particularly harsh thrust pulled a cry from you, his fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. Sweat beaded along your hairline. Your fingers twisted in the sheets of your bed to keep you stable as Dukat bore down over you, groaning his pleasure.

“I can’t imagine… leaving this cunt… empty,” he growled between thrusts. “You’re just begging to be filled.” He planted a hand beside you, leaning forward to drag his lips along your spine. Your back arched at his touch, his Cho’Ch hitting right where you needed it the most. Tears sprang to your eyes at the wave of pleasure threatening to engulf you.

“Ah, you like that, don’t you, my dear?” he taunted. “The thought of letting me fuck you full of my seed, belonging to me?” You clenched around his length at his teasing, the idea sounding very appealing in your current state. Your satisfied whine was muffled by the pillows.

Suddenly, Dukat’s arm looped around your midsection, hauling you up against his chest. He buried his face in your neck, one of his hands grasping at your hip like a lifeline while the other came to rest, almost tenderly, on your belly.

“What I wouldn’t give to see a pretty Human like you round with my child,” he muttered, as if to himself. His lips traced the curve of your neck as his hand moved down from your hip, circling your clit with practiced precision. The scales on his chest pressed into your back as he fucked you, his Cho’Ch throbbing against the roiling heat at your core. It pushed you higher, your head tipped back against his shoulder in your ecstasy. Moans poured forth from both of you as you climbed, your climax just out of reach. You could feel Dukat’s desperation in the stuttering of his hips.

“Perhaps I’ll take you back to Cardassia with me,” he grunted, his words punctuated by his thrusts. “Make you bear my children, keep you bred like a good little Human slut,” he offered, his fingers pressing into the fat of your stomach below your navel. Arousal pooled in your tingling limbs, your legs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up and, as his fingers traced tight circles against your clit, you shuddered as you came, crying out Dukat’s name. It was followed by a sharp hiss from Dukat, who promptly spilled inside you, keeping his word to fill you up.

#dukat x reader

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Day 20 is upon us and today it's our boy Vorik's turn to get lucky. 😉

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Day 20: Facesitting - Vorik x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Safe for Work, please no minors; facesitting; oral sex (f receiving) | Words: ~670 | Song: Beg for It - Iggy Azalea

The image was a fleeting one, flickering across your mind, then gone just as quickly as it had appeared. It wasn’t one of yours, you knew, based on the perspective - you gazed down at Vorik’s fingers tangled with yours on the couch before glancing up at him quizzically.

A slow green blush crawled across his cheeks. He studied the PADD in his other hand diligently, but now you knew just how much his mind was wandering.

And to where.

You bit your lip before finding your voice. “We could try that,” you murmured.

Vorik looked up at you, surprise written on his normally stoic features. “Are you certain, Ashayam? You would enjoy that?”

You nodded, trying to appear confident despite the racing of your heart. A futile effort, since Vorik could read you like a book. “I think so,” you offered. “And I would definitely be happy to try it if you would enjoy it.”

Vorik shifted his hand that was cradled in yours, forming the ozh’esta with his fingers. Warmth filtered up your arm and you felt yourself relax, feeling safe and loved by your Vulcan partner. At that moment, it didn’t matter that you were lost in the Delta Quadrant and years from home. Home was with Vorik.

Feeling emboldened, you shifted into his lap, straddling his thighs and clasping your arms behind his neck. Having been a quick study of the Human art of kissing, Vorik captured your lips with his, groaning deep in his throat as you quickly deepened the kiss, your tongue dancing against his. His hands skated desperately up your sides beneath your sleep shirt, his fingers grasping and urgent.

Before you knew it, Vorik had risen from the couch and maneuvered you to your shared bed in the next room, shedding clothes along the way. He settled himself in bed, leaving you kneeling above his torso. You could feel the hunger and impatience in your shared bond as he gazed up at you, his hands resting gently on your thighs. His mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips fanned the flames smoldering in your core. You bit your lip, feeling a trickle of nervousness that you quickly doused, dipping low for one last kiss from your lover before you shuffled your knees forward, your core soon poised above your partner’s face.

You stifled a nervous giggle as you realized just how rapidly you had gone from this being a scene in Vorik’s mind to actually acting it out. You knew just what this looked like from his angle, having seen it already in your mind, your body undulating with pleasure in his fantasy.

Vorik’s hands reached to your hips, lowering you slowly, almost reverently, over him. You grasped the headboard to steady yourself as Vorik swiped his tongue greedily through your folds. Your hips jerked in response, earning a low growl from the Vulcan below you. He pulled you down hard against him, plunging his tongue into you, your responding cry of pleasure flying from your mouth.

Vorik worked at you like a desperate man, alternating between broad licks and sucking teasingly at your clit while his hands roamed freely across the expanse of your body. Your eyes closed in absolute pleasure, your hips finding their own rhythm rocking against him, no longer nervous or shy as you felt Vorik’s satisfaction through your bond. He worked you up towards your climax, pushing you closer towards your peak with every caress.

Your muscles were taut like springs inside you, ready to snap, as one of Vorik’s hands fondled your breast, drawing a low moan from him below you. You came with unprecedented force, your shout of pleasure likely muffled to Vorik as your legs drew tight around his head reflexively.

Yes, Ashayam, yes, he chanted through your bond, and you could feel his desire coursing through it. His strong hands held you steady as you came back to reality, your mind sluggish as you contemplated how best to make Vorik feel as good as he’d just made you feel.

#vorik x reader

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CAIN'T NOBODY TELL ME BRAD DOURIF AIN'T FINE AS HELL. This one's for all the Brad Dourif/Lon Suder girlies.

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Day 10: Knife Play - Lon Suder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: HERE BE SMUT, SO NO MINORS; knife play; a little bit o' blood; a little uncertainty (but reader is still into it); sleeping with a guy who later turns out to be a murderer | Words: ~435 | Song: If I Had A Heart - Karin Dreijer Andersson, Fever Ray

You found it surprisingly disarming, the way the tip of Lon’s very sharp knife tickled the soft skin of your breast. Goosebumps rose along the knife’s path before spreading, your hair standing on end. Lon’s mouth trailed a parallel line down your other breast, the warmth of his breath and soft lips making your back arch. The inky pools of his Betazoid eyes flickered from the glinting blade up to your face, his lips parted just slightly, looking almost reverent.

Lon was something of an odd bird - you’d thought so ever since he’d been assigned to engineering when the Maquis joined the crew of Voyager. But even then, there’d been something about him that you liked. He could be charming, in his own awkward way, and he had an intensity about him that you admired. And for the last half hour or so, you’d been learning what it felt like to be on the receiving end of that intensity. It felt incredible.

The edge of the knife grazed over your sternum, setting you on edge, your heart caught in your throat. Lon’s empty palm took up residence on your side as he drew the knife downward, veering toward your hip bone. The silence in the room around you seemed so loud, the darkness so exposing as Lon made your body his.

He rose to his feet to reposition himself and drag his knife across to your other hip, increasing his pressure just slightly, giving you a view of just how arousing he found all this. And the idea that your willingness gave him pleasure turned you on more than anything else.

Lon’s free hand caressed your cheek, his dark eyes catching your every movement, no matter how minute.

“Ready?” he asked, his face an impassive mask.

“Ready,” you replied, your voice cracking slightly.

A flicker of doubt crossed your mind, but you chased it away almost as soon it arrived, knowing Lon would sense it. Your heart pounded in your chest and a roll of heat spread between your legs, as though your arousal fed on the few crumbs of apprehension you fed it. You focused on what you knew to be true: Lon had been an excellent lover thus far, and if this turned him on as much as you thought, you’d be in for a long night.

Your eyes followed his as he gazed back down at the knife tip now resting just below your sternum. With the smallest flick of his wrist, the tip pricked you and a drop of blood welled up where steel met skin.

A long night indeed.

#Lon

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I would let Soval do terrible things to me. Anyway, here's the corn:

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Day 9: Naked/Clothed - Soval x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI; insecurities in an established relationship; otherwise, just some good ol' fuckin' | Words: ~760 | Song: Last of My Kind (feat. Paul Cauthen) - Shaboozey

Something had been off with Soval lately. Given his Vulcan nature, he’d been denying anything being wrong for days, and used arguments of logic to “prove” that there was no reason for anything to be wrong. After that, he started meditating for longer periods, which was a sign that something was wrong to you, but again, Soval denied it.

There seemed to be some kind of pent up… something, constantly rolling off him in waves. He seemed tense, easily irritated (by Vulcan standards), and hesitant around you. Your shared home became quieter and you became more unsettled.

You worried about Soval and whatever was going on with him, of course, but another frustrating side effect was the lack of intimacy. It had been difficult to navigate a Vulcan/Human relationship with Soval in the beginning, but in the year that you’d been together, things had smoothed out considerably.

Emotion, touch, telepathic communication had all become commonplace; you were happy, and you’d assumed Soval was as well. But in the last few weeks, the normal level of passion in your relationship seemed to fall off and Soval seemed almost insecure.

And you were determined to do something about it. You wouldn’t lose this good of a thing without a fight.

***

Soval was truly Vulcan in his punctuality, so you knew he’d be home any minute. You bit your lip as you adjusted yourself again atop the soft, freshly washed bed linens, soft against your bare skin. You rolled onto your side and propped yourself on your elbow, trying to find a sensual but not painfully uncomfortable pose. If coming home to you, completely naked in his bed didn’t make him feel more secure, you weren’t sure what would.

You heard the front door open and close beyond the confines of your bedroom and held your breath, suddenly feeling a little insecure yourself. What if you’ve been reading too much into this? And blaming emotion where there is none? And all of this offends Soval’s Vulcan sensibilities? Nervous thoughts whirled in your mind uncontrolled and, given your mating bond with Soval, you knew he could hear them from the other room.

By the same token, however, you could feel the tension radiating off of Soval through your bond as he walked through the bedroom door. You could also feel the way his resolve snapped when he found you naked in his bed.

His face was an impassive mask, but you caught the hunger storming in his eyes as he strode to the side of the bed, his hands already reaching for you.

Wordlessly, he yanked you to the edge of the bed by your bare legs, his hands rough and firm against your skin.

He leaned over you menacingly, capturing your lips with his, your mind suddenly overwhelmed with the heat and desire burning in him. You felt a little like a tree caught in a wildfire, sparks lighting up your skin until you were engulfed.

Distracted by the ardor in his kiss, you whined unsuspectingly as his fingers trailed through the slick gathering between your thighs. Soval’s lips traveled down, kissing along the curve of your shoulder, placing searing kisses along your skin before taking a nipple in his mouth.

He didn’t even bother with his clothes; you could feel the tenuousness of his control, the desperation in his movements and thoughts.

Take what you need from me, my love, you thought, urging him forward.

With distracted hands, he rearranged his robes to pull his lok out, its deep green flush making your hips roll instinctively. He wasted no time sinking into you, stretching you around his length, a heated groan tumbling from between his lips. He fucked you hard into the mattress, your cries and the rustling of his robes filling the air around you.

There was something erotic, you found, about the sensation of Soval’s clothing against your skin, about the vulnerability of being completely bare while he remained clothed. The sensation in your telepathic bond felt almost feral as Soval bore down over you, pressing you deeper into the mattress and burying his face against your neck, panting and groaning. The fine embroidery on Soval's sleeves brushed against your sides as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

You could tell he was close, and you rushed to meet him, letting the fire in your bond pull you closer to your climax.

You tipped over the edge just as your mate did, your paired cries echoing in the sparsely decorated room, your fingers twisted in the coarse fabric of Soval’s robes.

#Soval

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Day 2, but my first post! I knew I wanted to include Shran somewhere this month, and hopefully this has done his foine Andorian ass justice. Without further ado:

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Day 2: Against a Wall - Commander Shran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is Kinktober, people, so please no minors! This one is pretty much just what it says on the tin. | Words: ~590 | Song: Lovin' on Me - Jack Harlow

Your spine bumped painfully against the hard edge of a control panel in the wall, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not with Shran’s lips attached to your neck the way they were. Heat blazed along your skin where the commander left bites and open-mouthed kisses, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pressing them against the wall behind you. You were completely at his mercy.

“Shran,” you moaned, tipping your head back. The man in question snarled against your shoulder where he was worrying your skin with his teeth. The heat was getting to you, your knees weakening beneath you. Your hips rolled of their own accord, desperate for some friction at your core. The knee he’d shoved between your legs brought you some relief and you wriggled against him shamelessly.

Shran finally put some distance between his mouth and your skin, tsking softly. “Desperate girl,” he muttered, his eyes dark and almost murderous, as though he could eat you alive. “You want me to fuck you right here against this wall, don’t you?”

You nodded vehemently, betraying all sense of decorum with your desires, warmth pressing behind your closed eyes.

“Words, little one.” The words lingered as Shran’s breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“Please, Commander. I need you,” you breathed, brushing your lips against his temple.

Those seemed to be the magic words, Shran’s hands slipping deftly into your pants and past your undergarments to brush softly against your clit.

He captured your lips with his, pulling your moans into his mouth, and it felt like a matter of moments before he was tugging your uniform pants down over your ass. Glancing down, you fumbled with his uniform belt for a moment before you managed to unzip his pants, his blue length springing free. Shran groaned against your neck as you marveled at the juxtaposition of your skin against his, tracing your fingers lightly from base to tip.

After a few experimental strokes of his cock, Shran seemed to lose his composure, turning you roughly, his fingers strumming your clit as he slid into you from behind. You pressed your flushed cheek against the cool wall as Shran filled you. With one hand down the front of your pants and the other jammed between the wall and your breasts, palming them beneath your uniform top, the Andorian commander fucked you just the way you always imagined he would when you fantasized about him in your quarters late at night. Sucking a dark mark into the curve of your neck, he fucked you hard, his thrusts deep and slow at first, then delirious and frenzied as you chased your highs together. You hoped distractedly that no one could hear Shran pounding you into the wall.

You crashed first, Shran carrying you higher than anyone ever had before. And as you cried out and clenched around him, he followed you over the edge, his strong arms locking you against him as he came inside you. Neither of you moved for a few long moments, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness. You winced as Shran pulled out - it didn’t escape his notice, and he cradled your face in his palms as he turned you back to face him. With gentle hands, he began to right your uniform, but bit back a smirk as he glanced down to fix your top. Looking down, you saw the dark outline of the control panel pressed into your skin and, with a snort, dropped your head onto Shran’s shoulder.

#shran

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I love Trip and I HC him being super soft in the bedroom. Like, do we recall how flustered he was around Feezal? I feel like he would be super sweet and all about the praise. Also, y'all, I STILL find Connor Trinneer fine as hell.

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Day 5: Praise Kink - Trip Tucker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI please; begging | Words: ~465 | Song: THANK GODDESS - Qveen Herby

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl for me,” Trip groaned, his fingers sliding easily through the slick gathering between your thighs.

“P-please, Trip, please,” you whimpered, almost incoherent after over an hour of Trip’s teasing touches and provocation.

A familiar smirk played over his lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His southern drawl always seemed stronger when he had you at his mercy.

The low lights of the room glimmered in your vision through the tears in your eyes. “I w-want you to fuck me… Trip, please, please, I’ll do an-anything.”

Trip’s smirk grew, but there was a fondness in his eyes that revealed his true nature. Trip was the sweetest man you’d ever been with, a true Southern gentleman. So you knew, no matter how long he teased, he’d be good to you.

“I know you would. You’re my perfect girl,” he breathed as he lowered his head to brush his lips over your cheekbone. “I think you’ve earned your reward, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, bucking against his warm hand that rested on your hip bone. Sweat beaded in the valley between your breasts. “Please,” you whined again for good measure.

Trip maneuvered himself over you, his weeping cock hot as it brushed against your thigh. He planted a hand beside your shoulder on the soft bed, pressing himself into you slowly, groaning low in his throat as he did. The sound harmonized with your own, higher-pitched mewls in the otherwise quiet room. Your hands smoothed up Trip’s arms to rest on his triceps, squeezing gently to let him know you were ready for him to move.

As Trip built a rhythm, his slow strokes teasing you once more, your grip on him tightened. Trip was never just fucking you; he really was making love.

“Christ, baby, you’re taking me so well,” Trip muttered, wrapping an arm around you as he sat up to pull you into his lap. His heated gaze traversed every inch of you as you rolled your hips against him. “You look so beautiful like this.” His hands gripped the fat of your ass, helping you along as the two of you fanned the flames building between you.

Trip pressed a tender kiss against your collarbone as your fingers threaded through his sandy hair. The heat in your core built, making you feel practically combustible. Your head tipped back, a gasp slipping through your lips as you flew towards your climax.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Trip muttered against your skin, sounding lost in his own haze. “Come for me.”

And as he’d trained your body to do in your time together, you did, a harsh, delighted cry escaping your throat; somewhere just inside the realm of your awareness, you heard Trip’s whispered “that’s my good girl” over and over again.

#trip tucker x reader

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excusemyrandomramblings · 1 month ago

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Why me?

Solok smut/fluff

Warning:

When I got transferred to a Vulcan ran starship I had no clue what I was up for. Especially as an accident prone human. My first day I spilt coffee all over my uniform in front of Captain Solok.

Oh, Captain Solok. That Vulcan has an air around him. He has complete control over his ship and respect from every single Vulcan on the ship. Oh and love from one clumsy human. Not that I could ever tell him.

Since I work on the bridge, I have to see and talk to him all the time. Even though talking didn’t really happen outside of work. Its kinda eerie quiet around the ship.

The day started out usual just standing and working on my consul. Just as I was passing the captain’s chair right as another ship attacked us out of no where. Which apparently wasn’t bad enough because the bump from the other ships gun sent me flying into Solok’s lap. We stared at each other before I jumped up and ran to my station.

After an hour of fighting we sent the ship back to their home in bad shape. We all got switched out for our off duty hours and a small meeting about the battle. After the meeting I was told to stay back. After the doors shut behind the last Vulcan Solok stood in front of me.

“I would like to discuss the situation that happened earlier.” His eyebrow raised as he calculated his next words.

“Sir, I am so sorry. That was a complete accident. I lost my footing when the ship attacked.” I was rambling when he cut me off.

“I am not upset with you. It was apparent that you had not meant to. What I was gonna say is that we have been from Vulcan for seven years now. I am sure you were informed of pon farr before being put on this ship.” I nodded.

“Yes, Sir. I was told about a few different things about Vulcan tradition.”

“As captain I am quite aware of the Vulcans that are entering Pon Farr. It is quite a few of them. The reason I am informing on this is that Vulcans change when under the effect of Pon Farr and I would like you to watch out for yourself. I don’t want another transfer.”

“I will watch my back captain. You have no reason to worry about me.”

“I better not. You are dismissed for your shift.” I nodded and took my leave.

I went back to my quarters. As I walked past Vulcans , I wondered who was gonna be under Pon Farr. I realized I was gonna have to change my off hours schedule.

As I entered my quarters I noticed someone was there already.

“Hello Volkic.”

“Hello, I am sorry for invading your privacy but I had to make you aware of something that I heard.”

“Go on.”

“I was walking by Selvik and I heard him saying he was going to try to mate with you. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.” Volkic always had ways to show he cares for his friends, but I didn’t think he’d get in between another’s Pon Farr to protect me.

“Did you tell the captain? He seemed very concerned with safety on the ship.”

“Of course I did. Though he is concerned it seems he won’t do much to interfere unless someone is hurt.”

“Thank you for telling me. I will keep an eye out for him.” With that Volkic excused himself and left my quarters.

I sat in my room until I thought I might go insane. I had to leave. I open the door and look around a bit and step out to go to the small bar we have on board. As soon as I take two steps down the hallway I hear my name being called. I turn and see Selvik.

“Hello Selvik.”

“Hello, I have a proposal for you.”

“I overheard your plan and while I am entirely flattered I do not see you as anything more than a friend.” He looked a bit sad.

“I had no idea you had heard. I apologize if I have offended you.”

“You have not. I am sorry and I hope that you find someone else.” He nodded and walked away.

While I felt bad for lying to him, I couldn’t tell him that Volkic had told me. It would create chaos. I would just lay way lower maybe just get fun stuff to stay in my quarters. I quickly turned to run back to my quarters when I ran into a chest. I looked up.

“Hello, is everything alright?” Solok looked down at me.

“Yes, Sir. I am just grabbing a few things and going back to my quarters.” I smiled hoping he didn’t see that I was still shaken from my last conversation.

“Good, if you don’t mind I would like to accompany you to your quarters. After your last conversation I think it would be best if you have a guard around you when you are off duty.”

I knew I couldn’t tell my captain no so I nodded and I grabbed what i needed to and off we went back to my quarters.

“Am I gonna get you as my guard all the time?” Even though I knew he couldn’t I still liked being around him.

“I do wish I could. Seeing myself that my crew is safe is my number one priority. Though I can’t as I have many responsibilities on the ship.”

“I understand.” We walked in silence to my door when I turned around to thank him, he was inches from my face.

“You smell different.” I looked confused. I hadn’t changed my perfume.

“I don’t think I should. Nothing has changed in my daily routine.”

“I apologize, I must be getting back to the bridge.” He just about ran away. I had no clue what had happened. I closed my quarter’s door and laid down on my bed.

As I entered the bridge, I asked my number one what I had missed.

“Nothing Sir, everything has been normal since you left.”

“Thank you, I would like to speak with you on a pressing matter.” He nodded and we walked into a smaller area just off the bridge. It was a room we used for meetings involving higher ups.

“What would you like to discuss Captain.”

“Can I ask what’s wrong?”

“Personal reasons. I will start my leave now. So until I say so you are acting Captain.”

“Yes Sir.” We both walked out and I walked to my quarters.

I normally have no problem going past her door. But now as Pon Farr is rattling my brain I find myself almost forced to knock on it.

I heard a knock on my door and wondered who it could be. Vulcans aren’t known for making random visits. I opened the door to find Solok there.

“Hello, Captain. What can I do for you? Would you like to come in?” I smiled in slight surprise.

“Yes please.” I moved so he could enter.

I looked at him waiting for his reason to be here but it seemed he too was confused as to why he was here.

“What is wrong Captain? You look a bit confused.”

“I would like to mate with you.” My eyes widened as the realization hit me. The reason he was acting unusual was because Pon Farr had started with him.

“I am not sure what to say.”

“Let me prove to be a good mate before you give me your answer.”

“I have my answer already.” He looked almost scared of what I could say.

“If you are sure then go ahead.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I don’t quite know what I need to do but if you run me through it, I will gladly be your mate.”

He put his hand up to my face and said something (I was so nervous that I completely missed what it was) and i could see me. From his eyes. His memory.

“Do you remember this?” He showed me the first day on the ship when i turned from the replicator with an iced coffee and ran into his chest spilling it on him and on myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they had when it had happened.

Not only could I see the memories but I could feel his emotions. I could feel the confusion when we collided. There was something else lingering but I couldn’t quite understand.

“Protectiveness. For some reason from that moment I started to notice you. And how clumsy you can be. It made me almost too protective of you. Like I have to look after you.”

To feel what he feels almost overwhelmed me. It swirled around me. It clung to my heart. I looked through his eyes and I felt his love, his adoration for me.

“I-I don’t know how to say how I am feeling.”

“You don’t have to, just as you feel my emotions, i feel yours.” He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth as he pulled away but he stopped me.

He got down on his knees and put his face into my hip. I was confused as to what he was doing until i heard a sniff. He could smell that i was aroused. He looked up at me and almost begged.

“I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me.” The sight of Solok on his knees turned me on more than i could ever imagine.

“Yes, please.” I whined. I knew i sounded pathetic but i didn’t care at the time all i cared about was him.

He immediately jumped up. Looking into his eyes they were now dark. Almost commanding, dominating even.

He pushed me on the bed and without hesitation or warning he entered me. I moaned at the feeling of being stretched. He was hitting every spot and making me seeing stars.

He kept whispering Vulcan in my ear with every thrust. His grip on me was almost as if he was scared i would’ve vanish if he let go. With one last thrust we both let go. Almost moaning in unison. I looked at him.

“What were you saying?”

“I was telling you i love you and would never leave you.”

I smiled at that answer. I was so lucky that i fell in love with Solok. And even luckier that he fell in love with me.

Captain’s log:

Hey, sorry it took so long for this story to come out. Between wifi problems and my daughter’s first birthday, i was having so many troubles getting everything done. I hope yall like it.

#captain solok

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