#Okay maybe a little in a kinky way but not FULLY

[loserfurry]

I need to have a bf who treats me like puppy😢😢😢 I wanna be ouppy bro😢😢😢

[rxreid]

hi!!! would you be up for writing a soft dom bellamy x best friend reader fic/oneshot? maybe he gets jealous when he sees other guys flirting/talking about y/n in a sexual way. and bellamy being protective, pulled reader away and confesses his love to her?

realms of friendship - b.b

also requested: “hi gurll i didn’t know 100 writers were still active you’re feeding me bc no one writes bellamy smut anymore 😞 i just need porn with a plot please surprise me and keep em comin !” + “hi this is my first time asking but can u plsss write blake smut. like literally anything im so deprived of him im begging.”

warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v, that’s pretty much it. brief mention of a gun?? but not kinky. technically takes place in s3 of the 100.

word count: 5.1k

characterisation: reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns & feminine terms.

comments: here u go anons!! i hope this is okay…it’s far from the best thing i’ve written, but i wanted to write a bellamy fic whilst i was sure i had some free time. it might be a little ooc, only because i’m not super used to writing for him yet. nevertheless, feel free to send in more request for blurbs/hcs/fics! the first two are more likely to be answered quickly <3. if you don’t wanna read the smut, there’s a divider before it gets spicy :)

“I just think if you popped a couple of buttons open, maybe let your hair loose once in a while, the guys in camp would be all over you,” Jasper shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans into the backseat of the rover, his lips carrying that same ‘carefree’ smirk he’s had since getting out of Mount Weather.

Murphy snorts, sitting opposite Jasper in the trunk. “As if,” he snickers, his nose crinkling in amusement. “The guys in camp are already all over her, she’s just too frigid to give them a try, ain’t that right?” he grins, leaning forward to rest his hands on the leather of her seat, placing his chin on the edge as he peeks into the front. She internally grimaces at his proximity, twisting in her spot to lean against the window, her brows slightly furrowed at the two boys.

“Shut up,” she grumbles quietly, mirroring Jasper’s position and folding her arms, the expression on her face betraying her distaste for the topic of conversation. She's aware that the two boys are purposely trying to rile her up, but that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with when they get like this.

In the backseat, Jasper kicks his feet up, somehow managing to stay upright despite the bumps in the track as Bellamy roughly drives the four of them back to camp. “Yeah, right. Like who? You?” he muses teasingly, raising a brow at Murphy, as if daring him to take their game further.

“Hell yeah, me,” Murphy retorts cockily, still flashing his borderline predatory grin to her. “With a face that pretty and an ass like that, I can’t understand why she’s not been snatched up,” he smirks, his words complimentary in his own mind yet being perceived entirely different by the recipient. He keeps his gaze on her as he talks to Jasper, briefly glancing over at Bellamy in the driver's seat. The older boy’s nose is turned up in disgust as he listens to the conversation, the veins in his hands becoming more prominent from his grip on the steering wheel.

She scrunches her nose up too, her cheeks heating up at Murphy’s words, feeling a wave of embarrassment pass through her body. She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply, and he takes it upon himself to lean further over her seat, his chest fully pressed against the back. “What? Not even a thank you?” he taunts, his grin getting wider at the way she squirms under his stare. “Eh, whatever. You look better with your mouth shut. Plus, I can think of other ways to keep it occupied,” he snickers crudely, lifting his arm as he begins to reach his hand around her chair.

In an instant, Bellamy’s fingers are clasping Murphy’s wrist, his grip too tight to pass as merely playful. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, his voice stern as he pushes him into the back of the rover once more. “Back off, Murphy, you don’t need to be so close to her,” he mutters gruffly, his lips slightly pursed into a scowl.

A huff escapes Murphy’s lips as he’s roughly pushed back, thudding into the seat opposite Jasper again, who’s tickled by the entire situation. “Ow. Jeez, Blake, loosen up a little. She knows I’m just fuckin’ with her,” he grumbles, his thumb and pointer finger wrapping around his wrist to soothe the ache of Bellamy’s previous grip. “She’s dead weight, anyway. Dunno why we bring her on these trips if we can’t have some fun with her.”

Bellamy glares at Murphy through the windscreen mirror, his protectiveness for the girl beside him flaring up. He knows he should probably tone it down to avoid suspicion of any deeper feelings for his best friend, but he can’t let her be mercilessly teased when he knows she won't stand up for herself. Plus, the insinuation of her friends bringing her on supply runs purely to sleep with her makes his skin crawl. “Stop being a fucking perv,” he snaps, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly as his hand returns to it.

Murphy furrows his brows, clearly displeased with Bellamy’s interruption of his fun. “I’m not bein’ a perv,” he retorts, his voice laced with offence, “I’m just lettin’ the lady know that she’s got options if she wants it,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes over dramatically, his ego bruised.

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t want that, and she sure as hell doesn’t want you,” Bellamy grits, pressing down on the gas a little harsher, his mood souring at the thought of spending any longer in the vehicle whilst Murphy shamelessly flirts with his friend. friend.

“Now shut up for the rest of the drive or I’m throwing you out and you’re walking back to camp. Both of you.”

Her eyes go slightly wide at Bellamy’s defence, raising her brows in surprise. She looks back at Jasper and Murphy, who are both staring at her incredulously, and shrugs her shoulders. The rest of the short drive is spent in silence, with nobody wanting to get onto Bellamy’s bad side again. Her gaze remains focused on the landscape flying by, thoughts wandering to the boy beside her, as they most often do.

Upon the group’s return to Arkadia, Bellamy pulls into the garage, the roaring of the rover dying in an instant as he shuts it off. “Out,” he orders gruffly, earning a grumble from both Murphy and Jasper as they hop out of the vehicle, slamming the doors behind them before heading away from the garage. She follows suit, watching Bellamy climb out too, and she instinctively starts heading away, not wanting to catch the brunt of his lingering moodiness.

“Not you.”

She stops in her tracks as his words echo through the empty garage, slowly turning around to face him. “Not…me?” she questions, her brows arched. She’s half expecting him to tell her she’s forgotten something, or that she needs to help him unload the rover, but the way his expression has softened tenfold from just minutes ago makes her slightly uneasy.

“Not you,” he repeats, his voice softer, taking a few steps towards her. “What was all that about? Why were you just sitting there letting Jasper and Murphy talk about you like that?”

A dry chuckle escapes her lips, and she fights the urge to roll her eyes at the memory. “Used to it by now,” she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Murphy’s been that way since the dawn of time, and Jasper’s new emo phase has him acting like a dick 24/7. It’s whatever,” she huffs, puckering her lips as she stands awkwardly, her gaze shifting around.

“It’s just not ‘whatever’ though, is it?” he retorts sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her as he steps closer once more. “You shouldn’t let them believe they can talk to you like that, it’ll just get worse if they think they can get away with it. I know what guys are like,” he says, the idea of her being so compliant with being objectified stirring a flame deep in his heart, his instincts screaming at him to shield her from such taunts.

She snorts at his sass, amused by how insistent he’s getting. “I really don’t care about what they have to say, Blake,” she says, shaking her head slightly and shrugging her shoulders. She’s speaking truthfully - the teasing she endures from other boys in camp is practically an everyday occurrence by now.

“Bellamy,” he corrects.

“What?”

“You’re my best friend. It’s Bellamy to you, not Blake. You know I don’t like that.”

“Okay…” she says, dragging her syllables out briefly. “I don’t really care, Bellamy,” she repeats.

“I do,” he shrugs simply, placing his hands onto his hips. She, too, narrows her eyes at that, scanning his features from any ulterior motive to his words. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his brows slightly furrowed as usual, but his eyes carry a hint of concern, and she’s trying to figure out why without straight up asking.

After a few seconds, she sighs softly, tilting her head backwards as she lets out a groan, a little embarrassed by the entire situation. She lets her head fall straight again, looking over at him. “Bell, I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t want you barking at your friends for me. I can handle it.”

He chuckles at that, and she’s almost offended that the one thing to make him laugh is the thought of her defending herself. “Listen, you can tell me to back off, tell me whatever the hell you want, but you should know by now that I’m not the type of guy to stand by when you’re evidently uncomfortable, princess. If they pull that shit again when I’m around-,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder and leaning down slightly, raising his brows, “-I’m gonna say something.”

“You’re really annoying,” she deadpans, her eyes still narrowed as he leans to be level with her.

“Not annoying, just protective of my friends,” he shrugs, his hand trailing down to lightly skim across her arm, stilling there. “And you happen to be my best one, so you get the brunt of it.”

Rolling her eyes, she lets out a huff, her gaze roaming the garage. “Gee, thanks, lucky me,” she grumbles, her brows softly furrowed together.

He hums, straightening up once more as he looks down at her. “Damn straight, lucky you,” he grins, a rare sight from the usual scowl adorning his lips. His gaze is downcast, a twinkle in his deep brown eyes always prominent when his focus is on the girl before him. “And stop that, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” he mutters teasingly, lifting his free hand to smooth out the dip between her brows with his thumb.

A faint blush dusts her cheeks as his thumb swipes across her skin, her gaze briefly dashing to his teeth poking behind his lips before back to his eyes. She’s used to him being somewhat touchy, always greeting her with a reunion hug or squeezing her shoulders when she needs reassurance, but something in the air feels different with him tonight.

“Why’d you really defend me against Jasper and Murphy, huh?” she murmurs, her eyes roaming his features skeptically.

He doesn’t answer her verbally, but his grin widens cheekily as he steps forward again, his thumb moving to swipe her jaw, silently signalling his next move.

“Don’t,” she mumbles, her eyes widening a smidge as she pieces together what he’s boldly getting at, her own mind running a thousand miles per hour. She finally uncrosses her arms, letting them fall slack at her sides, subtly opening herself up to him. If Bellamy Blake, her best friend, kisses her right here in this garage, she might just have to face a year's worth of pent up emotions, and she’s not sure she’s ready for that.

“Why not?” Bellamy whispers, his grin widening as he slowly leans in. At first he was teasing her, but the closer he gets, the more tempting it is to close the gap.

“It’ll change everything,” she retorts quietly, unable to stop herself from taking a peek at his plump lips, his cupids bow littered with stubble.

“No it won’t.”

“Liar.”

“We’ll see.”

With that, he leans in, closing the gap until his lips are ghosting over hers, their noses brushing together. He doesn’t take it any further, keeping their lips a mere few millimeters apart as he waits for her to make the final move, his own lips curved up in a smile so bright she thinks she might go blind.

She huffs at him, seeing what he’s playing at. “I hate you,” she grumbles, all prior thoughts ditching her brain as she presses her lips against his, feeling him chuckle into the kiss as they both close their eyes. He’s slightly chapped, but she hadn’t expected much different, so she’s not bothered. She has no room to complain when her best friend, likely the most sought after man in Arkadia, is kissing her so sweetly.

Sweetly doesn't last too long, his lips pressing against hers with more insistence as his hand gently squeezes her arm, his other cupping her cheek. He pokes his tongue out, swiping it across her bottom lip in a silent ask for entry to her mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss he’s so desperately been waiting for. When she keeps her lips firmly pressed together, he furrows his brows.

“Lemme in,” he mumbles against her lips, trying again with his tongue.

“No,” she retorts quietly, closing her lips up immediately to keep him out.

“Why not?” he groans gruffly, pressing his forehead against hers, a hint of a pout on his face.

She pulls back fully, her hands lingering in the air by his waist, not quite willing to place them yet. “Not until you tell me why you’re kissing me,” she whispers, her voice holding a vulnerability that wasn't there minutes ago.

Shaking his head in amusement, he drops his gaze briefly to quietly laugh at her question, before looking at her once more. “Are you seriously asking me that, princess?” he grins, his forehead creasing. “Why does anyone kiss another person?”

She looks up at him, her mind racing with possible answers. For love? For lust? For the hell of it? “I dunno,” she decides is the best answer, shrugging her shoulders.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” he chuckles, his thumb moving to brush across her chin.

“Yeah. Say it,” she mutters.

Bellamy huffs, smirking at her obliviousness. “Okay, listen carefully, yeah? I…want to kiss you…because I like you, ‘kay? Romantically. R-O-M-A–”

She cuts him off with a smack to his chest at his sarcasm, her cheeks flaring up. “Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it!” she grumbles, letting her head fall down to his shoulder on instinct, wanting to shield herself from his teasing. His grin only widens as she hides her face from him, his hands going to her waist as he nudges his nose into her hair.

“Might even go as far as to say I love you,” he whispers, gently moving her hair out of his way to ghost his lips against her neck, his touch a lot softer than she ever would have anticipated.

“You don’t,” she retorts, lifting her head just an inch to open up her neck to him.

“I do,” a kiss to her pulse point.

“You don’t.”

“I do. Can’t stand hearing other guys talk about you like how they were earlier,” a kiss to her jaw.

“You don’t.”

“I do, princess, and you love me too,” a kiss just below her ear.

“I-” she cuts herself off with a groan, knowing she can’t in good conscience stand here and tell him she doesn’t love him.

Bellamy chuckles at her groan, tilting her head to make her look at him once more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters cockily. “You gonna let me in now?” he questions, his lips hovering above hers for the second time in a few minutes.

“Fine,” she scoffs.

The gap is closed once more in an instant as he presses his mouth to hers, wasting no time before slipping his tongue into her parted lips. He hums at the taste of her, living up to everything he’d ever imagined and more. Her world narrows down to just him and his mouth, her hands finally placing themselves on his waist, fingertips skimming beneath his tan shirt. She can’t help the small moan that passes her lips as he laps his tongue against hers, kissing her like a man starved.

He laughs against her lips again as she moans, hooking his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up, directing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She does so without hesitation, though she’s slightly stumped by his haste.

“Eager, much?” she mutters as she pulls away, the string of saliva between their mouths breaking as she talks.

A grin breaks onto his lips once more, and he looks over her shoulder as he quickly navigates out of the garage and down the hall, heading for his quarters. “You want me to slow down? You wanna drag this out any longer than we already have?” he grunts out, barely even straining under her weight in his arms as he walks through the remnants of the ark.

“No,” she replies quietly, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

“Exactly.”

He finds his quarters relatively quickly, even with his vision slightly impaired by her hair. Nudging the door open, he takes them both into the room, ensuring it’s closed behind him before he gently lays her down against the pillows, his frame hovering above hers. She’s been in his quarters many times - they usually hang out in one another’s rooms - but she’s never been beneath him, and she has definitely never felt his growing arousal against the junction between her thighs. Yet, here she is. There’s a first for everything.

She can’t tear her gaze away when he sits up on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in his room. She squeals as he roughly tugs her boots from her feet, followed by his own, their shoes additionally being tossed aside. Her eyes roam his now bare chest, and she audibly gulps. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him bare chested before, of course she has, but never this close, and never with the knowledge of what he’s about to do to her.

“Rude to stare,” he mutters, pressing himself between her legs as he dips his head to her neck, starting off with light, gentle kisses.

She rolls her eyes at that, her knees nudging his sides and her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Well, apparently we’re more than friends now, so I think I’m allowed to,” she mumbles, tilting her neck to grant him better access.

A chuckle escapes him, and he can’t argue with it. “Fair enough,” he murmurs against her skin, biting down softly on her flesh before letting go. “Can’t tell you how many times you were here in my room,” he mumbles, rolling his hips slowly against hers. “Sittin’ pretty on my bed… or at my desk,” he grunts, his hands holding her waist, slipping beneath her shirt. “And I couldn’t stop imagining having you like this.”

At the roll of his hips she lets out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hand worms into his hair, tugging on his curls as he continues his assault on her neck. “And yet you called Murphy a perv?” she teases breathlessly, her head dropping back against his pillow.

He growls at the mention of Murphy, pulling away from the love bite he’d been curating to look down at her. “Who’s the one who actually got the girl, huh? Yeah. Me. Fuck him, the little freak,” he grumbles, his fingers tugging on the hem of her shirt. “Lift,” he instructs quietly, his tone immediately changing to a more delicate one with her.

She obliges, reaching to grab the hem of her shirt, sitting up slightly and lifting it over her head, tossing it into the forming pile. She reaches behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before finally getting it undone, leaving it covering her breasts.

He narrows her eyes at her as she teases him, not letting it last long before he grabs her bra straps, carefully tugging them down until she’s fully exposed, her bra joining the pile.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his hands moving to knead her chest without hesitation, and he feels any remnants of blood running straight to his crotch. “Way better than I imagined. Perfect, even,” he mutters, hastily leaning his head down to capture one of her buds in his mouth, swirling his tongue as he groans around her.

Giggling at his haste, she keeps both hands tangled in his hair, her back arching slightly towards his mouth. “Mm, baby, you gonna stay there forever?” she breathlessly murmurs with a grin, watching as he spends at least a few minutes lavishing at her chest.

“God, I could get used to you calling me that,” Bellamy groans, finally letting his mouth leave her chest. “I’m coming back to you two. Mark my words,” he mutters, giving her a final squeeze before he sits back on his haunches. He fumbles around with his toolbelt, mindlessly throwing it - along with the gun nestled in it - somewhere in his bedroom, before his hands begin to work at his zipper.

She looks up at him, biting her lip at the obvious tent in his cargos. She decides to occupy herself whilst he’s busy, undoing her own zipper and lifting her hips, wiggling out of her pants. They both finish undressing at the same time, gazing at one another with massive grins as they take in the sights.

“Shit, I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you, princess,” Bellamy blurts out, his curls loosely falling across his forehead as he leans over her again, his hands roaming her hips with intent.

Her lips part at his words, a little shocked, but she's not sure what else she was expecting him to say. “You can’t just say things like that,” she whispers breathlessly, grinning up at him as she pushes back his curls.

“Yeah? Why can’t I?” he mutters, catching her wrist in his hand and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm. He looks down at the space between them, the sight of her in just her panties sending him borderline insane. “Any- fuck, any other time I would usually love a little foreplay, but I’ve literally been waiting a year for this, and I don’t think I can wait another second,” he huffs with a grin, looking down at her for approval.

She nods in agreement, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down, sealing their lips together in another kiss. It’s much more desperate now, their shared hunger evident in the way their tongues bind together, a mess of pants and pent up longing. His fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, tapping her hips twice so she lifts them, before slowly pulling her panties down her legs, his lips never leaving hers.

Bellamy reaches his hand carefully between her legs, caressing her hip for a moment before finding the spot between her thighs, the tip of his middle finger sliding through her folds. He groans against her mouth, elated to be greeted by a slickness evidently just for him. “D’you always get this wet,” he mutters against her mouth, pressing sloppy kisses against her lips between his words.

She gasps quietly at the contact, shaking her head. She definitely is not usually this aroused, and she’s certain it’s because of how long her body has been waiting to feel this specific set of hands against her skin.

“Oh, yeah?” he grins cockily, moving his lips to her neck once more. “So this is all for me, princess? Just me?” he teases, his fingertip lightly caressing her now, teasingly moving around and avoiding where she needs him most.

“Yeah,” she whispers, her hand tugging on his hair, desperate for more contact. “Bell, I thought you said no foreplay,” she whines.

He beams at her whine, feeling a rush of pride at how quickly he can reduce her to a mess of desperation, even on their first time together. “Yeah, yeah, I got you,” he murmurs against her neck, reaching his hands down to free himself from the confines of his boxers. He groans as the cold air hits his skin, slowly positioning himself between her thighs. A quiet moan leaves her lips at the sensation of the head of his cock running between her folds before he slowly sheathes himself fully, having to bite down on her shoulder to muffle his moan.

She can’t help but whimper at the sheer size of him, her eyes widening as he eventually bottoms out. She hadn’t had the chance to actually see him before he conjoined their bodies, but god, she can feel every inch and crevice of him, pressed snugly against the wall of her cervix.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he pulls back from her neck, watching the space between their bodies. He slowly pulls all the way out, before pushing back in, his hands on her waist keeping her steady. “Couldn’t ever conjure up a dream this good,” he mutters, his voice strained.

A moan is all she can let out, her brows furrowed as he steadily begins to move. She’s on the same wavelength as him, trying to register that this is really happening, she’s not dreaming, and her best friend is definitely fucking her.

He moves to grip her thigh with one hand, pulling it up around his waist as he finds a rhythm, deepening himself within her. His strokes are steady and forceful, each one perfectly designed to elicit that sweet moan from her lips as he works, his thighs tensing with the exertion. “Mine,” he growls, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.

She whimpers sharply at his words, her legs curling around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he picks up the pace. She reaches for him again, one hand gripping his bicep as the other grasps his hair. “Oh my god,” she moans, her eyes slipping closed as her back arches up towards him. “Fuck, there’s perfect.”

Bellamy grins at her moans, a rush of satisfaction coursing through his veins. He angles his hips to replicate his previous thrust, driving into her from that same position. “Right here, princess?” he groans out, his other hand holding her hip with a bruising pressure, feeling her clench around him. “Oh, yeah, you liked that, huh? Lookin’ so gorgeous beneath me, fucking perfect, every inch of you.”

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her moans gradually increasing in octave as he learns his way around her body, figuring out what works best for her. His cock slides in and out with ease, twitching within her as his tip smacks against her womb, letting him know just how deep he is. She can barely think straight, her mind a whirlwind of Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy. Her eyes open once more, instantly met with his own warm brown ones looking back at her, his gaze unwavering as he studies her expression, committing every movement of her face to memory. He grins wolfishly at her as she looks at him, driving his hips into her with a newfound force, desperate to see her face contort with a release.

Unexpectedly, he sits back on his calves, bringing her with him. His hand moves to her lower back, looking up at her as he quickly encourages her to move with him. “There you go, princess,” he mutters, one hand holding her hip to guide her. She obeys, of course, her nails digging into his shoulder blades, imprinting crescent moons into his skin as she moves her hips on top of him, whining loudly whilst he drives up into her, meeting every thrust she makes. “Good girl, fuck, so pretty like this.”

The moan that escapes her is borderline deafening as he praises her, her head dropping into the crook of his neck. Her body moves sensually against his, her breasts bouncing against his cheeks with every movement she makes. He presses a kiss against the valley of her breasts, grunting as he feels the coil in his stomach tightening. “I love you,” he mutters against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her. “So fucking much. Should’ve done this so long ago, baby, god, should’ve done this back at the dropship,” he moans, twitching inside of her as his release rapidly approaches.

She whimpers relentlessly against his neck, her hand bunching up his hair so tightly she’s worried she might rip it out. She would respond if she could, but she’s too focused on the pleasure he’s giving her, feeling drunk on every jolt of his cock within her.

Bellamy whines a little at the grip on his hair, his head tilting back as he uses all of his strength to pound up into her. He keeps one hand on her lower back, the other reaching down to find her clit, rubbing tight circles against her, needing to feel her come around him. “So close, princess,” he gasps, his free hand moving down to grip at her ass, kneading it between her fingers. “So fucking close. Gonna come and make you mine for good, yeah? Nobody’s gonna say shit about you anymore,” he moans, his head still thrown back.

Nodding rapidly, she pulls back too, her eyes roaming his exposed neck as she continues moving, despite the ache in her thighs. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, the small stubble gracing his chin and mouth, the way his lips are parted, it’s all too much. His tongue darts out to lick his upper lip, swiping across the scar there, and she can’t take much more, tugging his hair to smash her lips against his yet again.

He groans against her mouth, unable to keep himself upright as he falls fully against the bed, his back hitting the mattress. From here, he can angle his hips to drive up into her at a brutal force, her ass smacking against his thighs with every thrust. He can feel her walls tightening around him, knowing he’s just as close as she is.

“Come with me, princess. Let me make you feel good,” he whispers against her lips, her clit dragging against his pelvis with every harsh pound he delivers to her.

It's not long before he’s thrusting in harshly one final time, coming with a loud grunt of her name and spilling deep into her womb, painting her as his.

His orgasm spurs on her own, her body convulsing around him as she comes, his tongue swallowing her moans, along with a muffled screech of his name. She pants heavily, pulling away from his mouth and collapsing against him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Holy fucking shit,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his tanned skin.

He huffs out a laugh, his pupils wide with bliss, wrapping his arms around her as she collapses. “Yeah, holy fucking shit,” he repeats, his hand slowly running up and down her back, trying to soothe her trembling body. “You okay?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Was that okay?”

She grins against his chest, her eyes closing and her body relaxing. “That was more than okay,” she whispers, slowly lifting her hips so he slips out of her, softening now, the both of them able to get more comfortable. “You’re like…way better than I imagined,” she teases.

“Oh, you thought I’d be bad, huh? I don’t have a reputation for nothing,” he smirks, sitting up with her in his arms and shuffling them around so they're pressed against the pillows, her head on his chest. the slight sheen of sweat over the planes of his muscles isn’t a bother, an overwhelming sense of comfort washing over her.

“Mm, actually, you were totally shit,” she teases, snuggling closer to him, feeling the exhaustion begin to settle in.

“Liar,” he grins.

“We’ll see,” she mutters tiredly, echoing their previous words. “But, for the record, I love you, too.”

congrats if u made it this far <3 ty for reading i promise they’ll get better 😔

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Also I need a major size difference one shot. I’m talking princess treatment, belly bulging, Elijah just being able to pick up the reader like it’s nothing. Maybe standing sex

Princess

... BRB DROOLING

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You and Elijah have a night of kinky fun.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy !! & anon(s) - this is the wildest thing I've written (except maybe any of my poly works) - this also goes out to the anon who asked for spanking! I see you and I appreciate you! enjoy ♡♡

5.1k words - Warnings: this is pure 100% pulp free smut, dom!elijah, sub!reader, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking, some serious spanking, lots of praise & a little punishment, tinsy bit of bdsm, ice play, oral sex, face fucking, squirting... Elijah being sweetheart even while being dom ♡

"Eli- I don't know," you whispered as his large hands gripped your waist tightly, keeping you underneath him. He was so big and broad that when he held you, there was no way you could squirm out from under him, even if you wanted to.

"What's wrong?" his warm breath fanned across the nape of your neck, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. He slowly pulled off the delicate bra you had put on that morning, exposing you completely for him. He loved it when you were bare underneath him; all shy and submissive.

You gave him a nervous look, all wide eyed and fidgety. "My-" you cut yourself off and your cheeks blushed in a fiery red blush. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze, encouraging you to speak. He knew how hard it was to sometimes get a sentence out. You were so shy and sweet, new to the whole submission thing. But Elijah, the softie that he was, loved to shower you with so much attention and care. So he kissed along your collarbone and rubbed along your sides, making you giggle shyly.

"It's okay, princess," his voice cooed along your sensitive skin, the pet name doing wonders in giving you an extra bit of encouragement. "I just wanna know what you're worried about."

You pushed down the urge to bury your face in his neck to avoid the topic completely and spoke up a little more confidently. "Your um... you're really..." you sighed in mild frustration at how bad you were at this whole talking thing. The fact that his intense eyes were watching your every move didn't help you either. But, with a soft, warm hand placed at your thigh, he helped ground you again, calming your mind enough to actually talk.

"You're just... so big... a-and I-" his eyes widened at what you were implying. This would definitely be fun. 

"Is my love worried I'll be too much for you?" he questioned as his fingers grazed against your wet panties. "Hmm? My fingers are a lot thicker than yours, baby."

You whined as his fingertips rubbed back and forth so gently along the material. It wasn't nearly enough friction to get you off. "Yeah," your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. "You're the biggest I've ever had."

He leaned closer, his fingers moving the flimsy material aside. "Are you afraid I'll be too rough? Or hurt you?" His voice was so low and hot against you that the small vibrations of his deep voice were enough to make you arch against him. But Elijah kept your back against the bed, trapping you so you wouldn't wiggle too much.

"Just a little," you confessed. You're never had rough, really kinky sex. So it was a pretty big jump.

"If it gets too much, just say stop." His smile was warm and kind, giving you all of the comfort in the world. It's not like you didn't trust him completely and fully, you were just nervous about having his entire cock in your tiny little pussy.

You gave him a timid little nod, urging him to keep going. Your chest felt light and fluttery, and the dull throb in between your legs was getting stronger.

"I'm going to take my time, just for you," he peppered warm, soft kisses along your tummy, stopping at the waistband of the thin, silky thong you decided to wear just for the occasion. "No rush whatsoever. This is all for you and no one else.” 

He slowly stripped your bottoms off until there was nothing left to take off. Then he pulled back and stood up, you reached out towards him but he only smiled reassuringly.

 "Be right back, keep your legs open," his demand was quiet but very effective as you obediently spread them apart so he could have a full view of what belongs to him and only him.

Once he left his bedroom, you began to relax once more, trusting Elijah to take care of you. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied; and if something got too much, he would know, even when he was giving you commands.

You laid still, wondering what was taking him so long until your head picked up once more at the sound of the door opening and closing. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when his form reappeared, holding something in his right hand. 

A bowl of ice.

"Eli?"

"Yes, angel?"

His endearing nickname made your chest tighten with so much warmth. It also brought another kind of heat to the space right in between your thighs.

"Ice?"

Elijah kneeled, one hand caressing your right thigh as the other grabbed a cube and began to slowly roll it along your navel, eliciting shivers to travel across your back at the cold sensation. He simply smiled and continued to let the freezing cube trace along your stomach, enjoying every movement that made you squeak and twitch.

He put it back in the bowl and slowly pulled off his tie, looking as breathtakingly attractive as ever. You knew what this meant and you immediately put your wrists above your head, grinning up at this beautiful man you were so lucky to call yours.

Once he had tied your wrists and made sure they weren't too tight and you weren't uncomfortable at all, his thumb brushed along your lower lip. His touch was warm and careful, the way you liked it the best.

"Look at you," he sounded absolutely entranced by you; eyes gazing all over your form. The bed dipped a bit under his weight as he rested over you once more, his body casting a shadow that almost covered all the light. "So gorgeous... so amazing," his praises filled your head with pure honey, turning everything warm and lovely.

"Keep your eyes closed," he pressed an ice cube along your breasts, leaving a burning trail behind it. You whimpered and shuddered as the cold made goosebumps rise on your body and caused your nipples to pucker into little, sensitive buds. It was quickly warmed by his mouth, but the sensation still shocked you, causing a rush of pleasure to flood between your thighs.

The ice was melting with all of the body heat. Droplets of melted water rolled down along your sides and soaked into the blankets beneath your naked body. More water dripped right down the center of your neck, his lips trailing after it and slowly lapped at your skin. His lips were warm, soothing the sharp sting from the frozen cube.

You struggled in your restraints, the sensations a little overwhelming and just- so damn good. You had never been teased and played with like this before, it made you feel a sort of freedom that you had no idea you were missing. You wanted him so badly that it made your legs tremble. And the fact that your eyes were closed just heightened everything else. You could feel him smiling against your skin, loving how responsive your body was to his touches.

The hand not holding the melting piece of ice traced along your right side, skimming down the curves of your body until it reached your lower stomach. Making you squirm a little at how ticklish your lower stomach was.

The ice cube rested above the apex of your thighs, the water dripping down your pussy lips until it touched along the entrance of your slit.

"Eli," you whispered, trying to keep your eyes closed just like he asked you to. It was so tempting to open them, to see him looming over you while using the freezing ice cube against your burning and needy body. "Please... stop teasing.."

He seemed satisfied at the desperation lacing your sweet voice, chucking the ice back into the bowl so he could move on to the next phase.

"Look at me," the deepness of his voice snapped your eyes open and you could hardly breathe at the raw desire swirling in his dark eyes. They looked absolutely glazed over with want, yet still maintaining their sharp edges.  

"Eyes on me the entire time," he whispered, his middle finger eased into you, not stopping until he was completely buried in your heat. You pulled on your restraints, wanting to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he tied them well, just how he likes them.

He chuckled at your struggle, moving his fingers agonizingly slow in and out of you. "Something tells me that if I untied your wrists right now," he continued to pump them in and out, watching intently at how you couldn't stop your tiny cries from escaping. It was clear that he was driving you crazy, you couldn't hide the trembles or the tugs at his restraints. "You would reach down and start touching yourself... would you like that?"

Your face turned so hot it made you feel dizzy. Your legs bent up, feet planted on the mattress, he didn't like that, forcefully spreading them wider apart, his eyes stern. "Would you?"

"Y- yes-"

"Hmmm?"

"Yes... daddy," the last part was said just above a whisper, your words coming out a bit fast and shyly. It made you so embarrassed how much the name excited you. It didn't help that it fit Elijah so well, he was always taking care of everyone else that it made sense for you to give him the title.

He reached up and untied your restraints, eyes intently watching as you reached right in between your thighs. "Good girl... keep those legs open,"

You rubbed your clit slowly, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Your fingers moved quicker as your hips ground in little circles, desperate for some sort of relief. He hummed in approval, adding a second finger that stretched you wonderfully.

"Such a dirty little princess aren't you?" his palm curled upwards against that spongy spot inside you as he spoke, causing you to shake so hard you almost forgot his question.

His eyebrows arched, mirroring your expressions as your eyes went unfocused. You tried to form coherent words but it was hard when the only thoughts going through your mind was how damn good his fingers felt, so much bigger than your own.

"Answer my question,"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and shook your head. "I'm only dirty when it comes to you,"

Your heart almost swelled right out of your chest at the blissful smile he gave, he leaned down and kissed all along your cheek and neck, whispering just how proud of you he was. His words pushed you a little bit over the edge, making your walls clench desperately around him, not wanting the pleasure to fade away.

"That's it, cum on my fingers," he growled against the shell of your ear, biting softly.

His voice was so primal that you couldn't do anything but obey, falling completely into his world while the heat in your tummy erupted like a bomb, pleasure tearing through your muscles, and you saw bursts of white across your eyelids.

"That's it," he cooed as you continued to moan, his fingers gently working you down from the high. "There's my sweet girl,"

His lips met yours and you immediately pulled him closer, his body blanketing you comfortably as he kissed you like a starving man. His hands gripped your waist, holding you still while his hips rubbed his hard bulge right against your wet slit. You whined into his mouth, feeling his erection slide back and forth, rubbing against your clit.

He pushed your thighs a little wider, pulling his lips away from yours so he could lean over you. His forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths. He continued to grind against you, his eyes closing and jaw clenching as he groaned, his sounds deep and rough. You could tell he was holding himself back, trying to be as gentle as possible, but you were so turned on, you just wanted him to unleash himself on you.

"Daddy," your small hands tugged on his hair, making his hips stutter a little bit. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Fuck me."

He growled at your words, the vibrations from his chest traveling through his body. He wasn't the kind of man that needed to be told twice. His hands hooked underneath your knees, pushing them up and out as far as they could go.

"Keep them open," he commanded, pulling back just a little to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders and undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You bit your lip, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

He raised his eyebrows, giving you a disapproving shake of his head.

You giggled, but did as he said and opened them, keeping them as wide apart as you could.

His eyes softened just a little, his fingertips trailing up and down your soft skin. His other hand undoing his belt, slowly pulling his pants down along with his briefs, letting his thick cock spring out and brush against the smooth skin of your tummy.

"You've been so good," he praised, lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly rubbed his head in a circle along your slit, gathering your wetness. 

He kept his eyes locked with yours as his hands slid down, holding your hips steady. You were already starting to feel a little nervous, he was definitely the biggest you've ever had. He eased in slowly, his breath hitching as he felt just how tight you were.

Your heels dug into the sheets, your hands scrambling for something to hold on to. Your body instinctively tried to pull away but he held you down, keeping you firmly in place. He pushed deeper, groaning lowly at the feeling of you surrounding him.

"Daddy-" your voice cracked, your legs closing automatically, the sensation almost too much for you to take. But Elijah held you tightly in place, leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

"Relax," he kissed right underneath the shell of your ear. His soft lips felt good against your heated skin. "Don't fight it."

Your toes curled and your fingers clenched, but you managed to take a few deep breaths. Once he was completely sheathed, you felt so full it was a little hard to breathe.

"So damn tight," he groaned, his grip on your thighs bruising, his eyes locked on the sight of your stomach bulging slightly with the girth of his cock.

"You fit me so perfectly, baby girl," his hand running over the bulge, his words making you blush so deeply. "It's like you were made for me,"

His hips pulled back before snapping forward again, making you cry out and dig your hands into his strong shoulders. His pace was slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him, the stretch of his cock was addicting.

His hands ran all over your body, caressing your sides, kneading your breasts, tracing along the column of your neck, just touching and exploring every inch of you. You barely registered these touches, so distracted by the pleasure between your legs.

"God- you're so big," you panted out, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You like it don't you? Being split open by me?"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just applying enough pressure to make your head spin.

You swallowed against his hand, finding it hard to even form any sentences at the moment. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your legs spreading as far as they could, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"Say it," his hips snapped harder, making a strangled noise rip from your throat. His grip tightened a bit more, causing everything to feel even sharper.

"I love it Elijah," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back. "Fuck-"

Your body felt like it was floating, his hands the only thing grounding you. He could tell you were close, your little body shaking underneath him and your whimpers getting louder and higher in pitch. You were such a vision. So beautiful. But he didn't want this to end so quickly, not when he had waited so long to have you like this.

"Cumming already?" his hips slowed, making you groan and claw at his forearms. You could tell he was close to, the restraint in his tone was a dead giveaway.

You shook your head, clearly lying, and his expression hardened a little. His hips were torturously slow, his fingers tracing along the side of your neck.

"Liars get punished," his thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, his eyes dark and intense. "Do you understand?"

His hips stilled and he pulled out, his hardness laying heavily against your lower stomach.

"Y- yes," you stuttered, your entire body buzzing with the need for release. Your pussy felt so empty, clenching around nothing.

He stood, pulling his pants back up, making sure to not be too obvious about the large bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

"Up." he held out his hand, waiting patiently for you to gather the strength to move.

The moment you sat up he grabbed your hair, yanking you up until you were standing. You stumbled forward, he pulled your face to his, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"On your knees,"

You didn't even hesitate to sink down, his hand guiding you to where he wanted. The hardwood floor was a little uncomfortable, but the way Elijah was looking at you, it made everything worth it.

You opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out, just waiting for him. He smiled, running his thumb along your lower lip.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice rough and deep, filled with pure lust. His cock was shiny with your slick, a small drop of precum leaking from the tip. You couldn't help but lick it off, tasting yourself on him. He groaned, his grip tightening a bit.

"Open wide,"

You did as he said, looking up at him with innocent eyes, the sight made him growl, his cock twitching right in front of your lips. You smiled and opened your mouth, his hands resting on top of your head as his hips jerked forward, sliding into your mouth.

You loved when he fucked your mouth, feeling him lose control like this, it was so sexy. Your eyes were watering, a tear falling down your cheek as he hit the back of your throat. He wiped it away, still the gentleman even in the most carnal of moments.

You relaxed your jaw and bobbed your head, trying to fit as much of his thick length as possible, but failing a bit, gagging slightly. He groaned loudly and pulled you off of him by your hair, the sting making your head swim with need.

"You can do better than that," his tone was playful and teasing, making you blush deeply. He was so big, his girth was almost intimidating, you could hardly fit him in your mouth. But his tone made you try harder, opening wider and swallowing down, the taste of him making your thighs clench together.

His grip was bruising, holding you in place while his hips rocked back and forth, using your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

His eyes were hooded and his breathing was uneven, but he was still composed. That's what you admired about him, no matter the situation, he was always calm and in control.

He was Elijah Mikaelson after all, and you were just a little human, yet you held so much power over him. It was thrilling. You wanted to see how far you could push him, to see just how deep his possessive side really ran. Just a tiny bit. You wanted to see what it would take to make him crumble.

"What a perfect princess you are,"

Your eyes snapped back to him and you smiled a little, the corners of your mouth turning upwards around his cock. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside, your head starting to move a little faster, taking him a little deeper each time.

You were being so good, doing everything he asked, and it was turning him on to no end. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenching and the little noises coming from the back of his throat. The way his eyes couldn't look away from your lips, his hand holding you in place.

He was starting to get a little rough, his hips rocking in and out, making your eyes water again. He groaned as his cock slid to the back of your throat, his other hand joining the one already tangled in your hair, both holding you still as he thrust deeper. Your tongue flattened against his shaft and he started to fuck your mouth with earnest.

His grip on your hair turned painful and your nose was pressed into his dark curls. Your eyes began to water as you gagged, the head of his cock buried deep in the back of your throat.

He didn't let you pull off until he felt you really struggling, letting you catch your breath before pushing you down again. He was a little rougher, his hips giving short and hard thrusts.

"You're doing so well," he sounded a bit wrecked, his breathing uneven and his voice deeper. His hips were moving a little faster, chasing his own high.

"Just like that,"

You moaned around him, his hips starting to shake a little, and that's when you decided to act, you wanted to make him cum.

You reached behind him, grabbing his ass to pull him impossibly close, taking him to the back of your throat the final few times. The sudden action startled him a little and his self control slipped. Your name was choked out from deep in his chest. The sound sent a hot spike straight to your core, the primal desperation in his tone made your heart race.

The noise went straight through him, his self control shattering like glass, his grip tightening around your skull. You couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, so you took him down as deep as you could, feeling his release shoot straight down your throat.

His body was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was uneven, but it didn't last long. He looked down at you with a stern expression.

"Did I say you could do that?"

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your lips. "No... I didn't."

You couldn't help the smile that crept up, his eyes were practically black with lust. He was surely going to punish you now.

"On the bed." he growled.

You didn't waste any time, hopping onto the plush comforter, kneeling in the middle and waiting for his next command.

He grabbed his belt from the floor, slowly walking towards the bed, his eyes locked on yours.

"Turn around and bend over,"

He watched intently, his belt folded over in his hands.

Your cheeks flushed as you moved to get on all fours, arching your back a little, swaying your hips a bit, showing off your curves.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure he was watching, and the sight made you whimper. His eyes were hooded and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the belt was held tightly in his fist, a little vein protruding from his hand.

"Eyes front." he snapped, the sound of the leather sliding against itself made your heart race.

The anticipation was almost too much. You had never done this before, had no idea how it would feel, but you were aching to find out.

"How many do you think you deserve?" his hand ran along the curve of your spine, his touch light and warm, making you shiver.

"F-four?" you questioned, your voice was soft and hesitant, you could practically hear him smile.

"I'll give you eight, and you're going to count each one."

His hand smoothed over your backside, squeezing and rubbing softly. You could feel his cock resting on the curve of your ass, heavy and thick, already half hard again.

He raised his arm, the belt folded in his hand. The anticipation was killing you. You could barely breathe.

His hand caressed the swell of your ass one last time before raising the belt, a sharp crack rang throughout the room. You cried out, your body jerking forward, the pain seared right across the soft skin.

"Count." He snapped, his tone sharp and impatient.

"O-one."

Another hit.

"Two,"

A third.

"Three."

By the fourth hit, you were shaking, gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded, but his next hit almost knocked you over.

"Four!" you squeaked out, your voice cracking as tears stung the corners of your eyes.

"I'm not even using my full strength," he sounded amused, his tone gentle and soft. His full strength would probably send you flying into the next room and you giggled at the thought.

"Don't laugh." he scolded, the belt slapping down on your skin, the sting even sharper.

"F-five!"

Another hard hit and you were whimpering, but you still tried to be as good as possible.

"S-six."

You could feel yourself growing wetter, the pain was so sharp, so searing, it almost felt like it was turning into pleasure.

"Seven!" you cried, burying your face in the sheets, the pain was starting to blur.

The belt came down one last time, leaving a dark red line right across the backs of your thighs.

"Eight," you sobbed, your entire body shaking.

"You did so well." He cooed, his fingers running along the welts, soothing the ache. "I knew you would."

You were trembling, his fingers dipping between your legs, gathering the slick that had collected on the inside of your thighs.

"So wet." he sounded amused. "You like being my little slut, don't you?"

You whimpered, unable to answer. His finger was circling your clit, sending hot sparks through your veins.

"Tell me," his hand landed on your ass again, the sting even sharper. "Tell me you like being my little slut."

You gasped, your body writhing. "Y-yes daddy, I love being your little slut,"

He chuckled, his other hand running along the curve of your spine, his fingers tangling in your hair again, pulling you towards him so your back was arched.

"That's what I thought," he let go of your hair and turned you around, scooping you up into his arms.

You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, a little surprised by the sudden change. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass tightly, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck.

You could feel his hardness pressing into you, and your legs clenched around his hips. You could feel every muscle shifting underneath his skin, his strength and power was thrilling. He was one of the most powerful creatures in the world and here he was, holding you so gently.

You kissed him softly, running your fingers through his dark hair, his stubble scratching against your skin. He lowered you down onto his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, letting him swallow up your gasps and moans.

His pace was slow and deep, savoring the moment, letting you feel every inch. His strong hands supported you, making sure you didn't fall, lifting you up and down his length.

You were a mess. Whimpering and clinging to him, so desperate for release. He was using you just how he wanted, holding you tight and fucking you hard. You were both so close, so on edge, his pace started to falter and his breath was becoming more uneven.

"Eli," you gasped, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hands in his hair, his arms tight around your waist.

He pressed you back down into the bed, his hands intertwining with yours, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped forward, and his pace became brutal, pounding into you hard and fast, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your legs shook around his hips, you couldn't stop the whimpers and cries from pouring out of you. His forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed.

Your back arched off the bed, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Your orgasm came crashing down, making you cry out, your pussy gushing and clenching so tightly  that it pushed his cock out. He groaned at the sight, spilling his release all over your pussy and stomach, watching in awe as your walls clenched around nothing, soaking the sheets.

Your body went limp, your eyes fluttering closed, your breathing labored and uneven. You were exhausted, sore and spent.

He leaned down and kissed you, so sweet and gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he looked a bit worried, his thumb brushing along your cheek.

You giggled and nodded. "I'm fine, more than fine." you leaned into his touch, pressing your lips to his palm. "That was perfect."

"Good," he sighed, a smile spreading across his lips. "You did so well,"

"Thank you,"

"Do you need anything? A drink or-"

"I'm fine Elijah," you cut him off, giggling again. He was so sweet, so considerate. "I promise."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again, his hand cupping your jaw. "Let me clean you up,"

"Okay," you whispered, a content sigh escaping your lips. He pulled back, his hand smoothing across your forehead, moving the stray hairs from your face.

"Stay here,"

You nodded and relaxed into the bed, your limbs like jelly, your eyelids starting to droop.

By the time he returned you had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball, snoring softly. He smiled and gently cleaned you off, pulling the blankets over you, watching for a few minutes, admiring the way your chest rose and fell with each breath.

 He kissed your forehead softly, "Goodnight princess, you were perfect.”

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Pedro’s Characters: The Dick-tionary

How big are Pedro Pascal’s characters and some NSFW headcannons

(WARNING: DETAILS OF PENISES AND TALKS OF SEX - MDNI)

Part Two <3

A/N: Sorry I never continued Fluff February :(, I lost motivation so I’ll just write them and post them as a prompt list for whenever…

Joel Miller:

Okay, all his characters are big, it’s a known fact, but Joel is 100% the biggest. Probably about 8.5 inches, with a pretty pink mushroom tip, and GIRTHY AGH! There’s a vein on it that is really visible when he’s hard. Oh and his balls are big too. Everything about Joel is just big. Not only is he big but you best believe he knows how to use it too. He’s got a daddy kink… Fav positions are missionary and cowgirl, however when he’s angry doggy or the mating press are a no-brainer. Daddy kink! DOMINANT!!! There’s no way this man is a sub, it just doesn’t work, he’s just so dom yknow, and when he’s soft, he’s the sweetest he’s ever been, but if he’s angry, hard dom Joel comes out and that’s a man you don’t wanna piss off if you wanna cum. He’s got such a daddy kink. “Fuck babygirl/boy, you’re so fucking sweet, sugar. So fucking good for daddy. Yeah baby? You like that? Such a good little girl/boy, so fucking sweet.” Daddy kink is such is a big thing for him. Hair wise? Well it’s the apocalypse so it’s probably hard to find the Manscaper 3000 or whatever. He trims his hair with some scissors, honestly he didn’t really care for shaving before you, so he just let it grow, but once when you were sucking him, you almost sneezed from how much it tickled your nose and made a little joke about it after, which made Joel feel a little bad so he cut them just a little shorter. Oh I’m sorry and did I mention… DADDY KINK!!!

Javier Peña:

(Here I’m purely writing about Javier Pena in a fictional sense AS PEDRO, not the real guy, this has nothing to do with the real Javier Pena)

Okay, Javier, my baby daddy. Um, who said that- ANYWAYS! Javier is probably the second biggest, in joint place with Oberyn, definitely about 7-7.5 inches, as he’s nicknamed by moi, the Pussy Slayer of Medellin. It goes without saying that Javier is rough, as we’ve seen, side note: I don’t know why I thought watching Narcos with my family would be a good idea… I was sat on the couch like “😀 okay, I’m watching Pedro have sex next to my mum, just a normal Saturday morning…” anyways back to it (hehe Negan reference) but Javier is rough, doggy and cowgirl are his favourite positions, but sometimes when he’s feeling a little somber he likes a little missionary. As how domestically-kinky I like my men, I’m a little disappointed that Javier isn’t a committed man, but he does have a tiny 🤏 breeding kink, he defo isn’t a fan of being called daddy, in fact just call him Javi and he’s yours, and he’s dom obviously. “Oh carino, you take my cock so well, you good little whore… fuck… my sweet little angel.” I mean, we’ve all seen his hair, so do we really need address it, that also might genuinely be my fav sex scene in all of cinema history.

Oberyn Martell

Okay, admittedly, I haven’t seen any proper scenes of Oberyn, because I’ve just started GOT, so I have no clue what his character is like apart from being a HUGE BISEXUAL SLUT, so he’s just like me 🤭

Oberyn, tying with Javier, is about 7-7.5 inches, and I feel like his cock is definitely a lot more tan than others, idk why, it’s just an instinct. Defo uncircumcised. His fav positions are definitely cowgirl OH and dude is the literal definition of a pillow prince, again, just like me. Suck his dick, please, just suck his dick. Again, I don’t know how he’s presented in GOT, but I’m like 74% sure he’s dominant? From the clips I’ve seen 🫣 Hair wise, do razors exists in the GOT world? Or does my man just shave himself with a sword.

Javi Gutierrez:

Oh my sweet baby Javi… he’s so kinky. I’m fully convinced he’s into full BDSM, not so much where he has to do it every single time, but maybe like once a month. When I was watching TUWOMT for the first time, when Nick is about to go into the room with all his merch and stuff, I was dead convinced it was gonna be a sex dungeon. There’s no way a man is this sweet and adorable without being into some freaky shit.

Anyway, Javi is about 6.5 inches, with a sweet pink tip and he’s definitely a giver not a taker, don’t get him wrong, he ADORES you with his dick in your mouth, but he prefers to eat you out/suck your dick for hours on end. Oh and he’s a sweet talker, when you guys aren’t being full kinky, he’ll praise you to hours on end, mumbling in your ear how good you are in that sexy accent of his. Is a little bit of a switch, but mostly dominant, soft dom if it’s a normal night but if it’s that special night, only your safe word will pull him out of hard dom space. Definitely the type to overstimulate you in a sweet way “you can take it right sweetheart? Mi amor~ just take my cock nice and good, ahí tienes.” Um, daddy kink for surely, but not like every single night like Joel. But when he’s between your legs, and he’s stimulated you so far into sub space, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, and you’re reaching up for him, babbling how good his cock feels in your hole, he can’t help but coo down at you and praise you so hard. He’s not bald, but his hair isn’t long, just trimmed to the point where it tickles your nose when you suck his cock.

Din Djarin

Okay, so I think it’s canon that Din hasn’t really ever felt human touch, so I feel he’s really inexperienced… but the dude’s got a pretty dick. Like it’s just so… pretty. About 6 inches with a sweet baby pink tip, he’s so sensitive too. He loves head but he really can’t say it, he’s just too embarrassed. I just get the vibe that he’s mostly subby. He tried to be dom once but the poor baby couldn’t handle it all. But then he tried again and he did so good, but it tired him out, so if he’s domming, which is once in a blue moon, he’s going to be soft, maybe even softer than Javi. Mommy/Daddy kink!! “Please, I’m good right? Please, please tell me I’m doing good… you always feel so so good, I love you so much.” Please, he’s so sweet I love him. It’s rare that you guys get off together because of reasons due to his upbringing and stuff so he just likes being taken care of, the sweet boy. Before you, he never really cared for shaving, so when you first strip together, he’s a little nervous about it, and then after that he trims it, quite short.

Marcus Moreno

If anyone says this man is a hard dom they’re just kidding themselves, this man is the sweetest man out there, obviously not as much as Din ofc <3.

Marcus has an obsession with using his hands, making you cum just by fingering you. Then when he’s inside you, he slips his fingers into your mouth, or around your neck, or on your cheek. His dick is about 7 inches, and like everyone else, knows how to use it perfectly. Angel is one of his favourite nicknames to call you. “My perfect Angel, taking my cock so good baby…” whilst hes thrusting into you ever so gently. Would never EVER do it when Missy is around, so quickies before picking Missy up from school are his go to, but he loves the days where his mom can take her out for the day or even a grandma sleepover so he can be with you for hours. You under him, over him, him inside you, his good girl/boy, his good angel. Pleasuring you until you get numb. The armpit hair in the scene of the gif gets me and idk why, I have never had a thing for armpit hair but maybe I’m just really horny, but his hair down there is nice and trimmed, not bald, never bald.

Tim Rock(Hard)Ford

Here we go…

Oh Tim man! I have a teensy 🤏 detective kink so when Pedro played this role it was over for me.

Maybe it’s the greying, like Joel, but I feel like he’s huge, just like Joel. He’s 8 inches, living his best life. But he’s just a tired old man, so when he gets home, please just get on your knees for him, he’ll just lay there, stroking your hair, praising you, telling you how good you suck his cock. Then he’ll bring you up to the bed and return the favour, making sure to always get you to tell him about your day as he does so. Saturday nights are always his favourite time to rail into you, he’s had the whole day off, just resting, watching you walk around, getting him so worked up. He has a domestic kink. So seeing you do chores get him so hard. Loves fucking between your thighs when you’re sleeping because he gets home so late and just needs a little relief, but you look so cute and peaceful while you sleep and because he’s so considerate, he doesn’t wanna wake you. “So good for me baby, so good for daddy, gonna fill you up, you’re not gonna let any of my cum slip out right, gonna keep it all in your tummy, yeah, that’s it, cum for me.” TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!! Sleeps naked. Not trimmed, not shaved, just grows it out, he’s old so he doesn’t care, it’s not like anyone but you would be seeing him like this anyways.

Dieter Bravo

I love Dieter, he’s so cute.

Not dom, but not sub either, just dom enough to see you break under him but sub enough to whimper and get soooo desperate. Such a huge pillow prince, he loves it when you suck him, especially when you grab his balls and caress them, he cums so quick when that happens. He’s about 6.5 inches, and it loves fast, not as in quickie, but he loves seeing you fall apart as he jackhammers into your hole. When you ride him he gets so sweet, and he can last long, don’t worry, but you just look so pretty on top of him, he can’t help it, please don’t be mad at him. Has a thing for dry humping, especially in the morning when he’s too lazy to move properly. “So good baby, oh yeah, fuck, grind against me just like that, mmmf fuck…” loves to beg and watch you beg, he’s so good to and for you, don’t doubt him ever. He doesn’t shave, he trims it, but he’s so goofy, so once he shaved it into a heart.

[alltimecharlo]

may i selfishly request jealous will?

like maybe one of will's bros is hitting on mack (bcs mack's pretty lbr) and will is so close to homie-cide lenogabe are actually worried

yessss of course! fic under the cut :)

Mack doesn’t even realize it’s happening at first.

He’s leaning back against the sticky kitchen counter of Will’s frat house — which smells like beer and Axe body spray and something faintly burnt — sipping on a plastic cup of whatever godawful concoction someone poured for him. He’s mostly trying to survive the party while Will finishes up a game of beer pong out in the backyard, but he doesn’t mind watching the chaos. He’s always found something weirdly charming about these messy frat events: people doing keg stands, loud pop music, someone yelling about shotgunning a seltzer like it's a medal-worthy event.

Then someone slides into his space a little too close.

Mack shifts slightly, just a step. But the guy — tall, built, blonde in a surfer-douche sort of way — doesn’t get the hint. He grins, a little too confident, a little too familiar.

"You Will’s friend?" the guy asks, tipping his chin like he already knows the answer.

Mack raises an eyebrow. "I’m Mack."

"Right, right — hockey guy, yeah? Will’s mentioned you. Didn’t say you were this hot, though."

Mack blinks. "Uh."

The guy smiles, all teeth. "What, can’t handle compliments? Don’t worry, I’m not exactly subtle. I like what I see."

Somewhere across the house, a glass breaks. Mack barely hears it over the sudden ringing in his ears.

“Cool,” he says, stiffly. Then tries to sidestep.

The guy steps with him. "We’ve got this afterparty thing, upstairs, quieter. You should come."

Mack opens his mouth to say something — anything — when there’s suddenly a presence at his side, warm and crackling with energy.

Will.

Who looks like he’s about two seconds from murder.

“What’s going on?” Will says, tight and smiling the way a wolf does before it rips out a throat.

The frat guy, completely oblivious or maybe just stupid, grins wider. "Just inviting your friend here to hang out later."

Will slides in front of Mack fully, not pushing but definitely blocking.

"Yeah, see, that’s not going to work for me."

The guy laughs like it’s a joke. "C’mon, man. You don’t own him."

Mack, who has one hand now lightly on Will’s back, leans in. "I’m his boyfriend."

That finally wipes the smug off frat guy’s face.

Will steps forward, just a hair. "Yeah, and I don’t take kindly to people trying to sleaze on what's mine."

"Dude, chill," the guy mutters. "Didn’t know."

"Now you do."

The guy slinks off, muttering something about crazy hockey players.

Will doesn’t move until he’s disappeared into the crowd.

"You okay?" Mack asks, a little amused now, a little turned on, too, if he’s honest.

Will huffs. "I was this close," he holds up two fingers, "to homie-cide."

From behind them, Gabe says, "We were placing bets on it."

Leno nods solemnly. "I had five bucks on Will decking him by the bathroom."

Will turns to glare. "Why didn’t either of you stop him from hitting on Mack?"

Gabe shrugs. "We wanted to see what would happen. Also, you looked hot when you got all territorial."

"You’re the worst friends," Will mutters.

Mack loops an arm around Will’s waist, tugging him in. "You are kinda hot when you’re jealous."

Will glares up at him. "Shut up."

Mack grins. "Make me."

Will kisses him. Right there in the middle of the grimy kitchen, plastic cups and loud music and all.

Gabe groans. "Gross. I’m going upstairs."

Leno follows. "Let us know when you’re done being disgusting."

Will flips them off behind Mack’s back, then leans into him with a sigh. "Next time I’m keeping you on a leash."

Mack just smirks. "Kinky."

Will groans again. "You’re the worst."

Mack nuzzles against his cheek. "Still yours."

And that, Will can’t argue with.

♡

[taintedcigs]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃彡

rockstar!steddie x reader

summary: dating two rockstars is fun, except when you get caught breaking their rules, and your punishment ends up in the form of some festive fun — tied up with christmas lights.

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious), spanking, punishment?, daddy kink (but its so very light do not look at me im so seriously embarrassed), oral (m receiving, good old bj), kinda rough, dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!eddie, mean!dom!steve no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, nicknames!

authors note: the banner thingy of this is making me laugh i tried ok. graphic design is my PASSION.

Taming brats. 

That was something Eddie was really fucking good at. 

Expert even, especially after he started dating you. And once Steve was thrown into the mix, you were unstoppable.

Acting out more than usual, being a teasing little slut.

It all happened with a drunken night out after their show, three-way kissing, and hours of making each other cum led to one realization; the three of you worked perfectly, and you and your boyfriend were more than okay to open up the relationship to Steve. 

To Steve it was all so exciting, this new dynamic, the fun stuff the three of you tried, the punishments, the edging, the overstimulation, all the new kinks, intrigued him to no end. Yet, Steve still had one problem; he wasn’t that good at being a dominant. 

Whether it was him apologizing to you and not being able to fully punish you, him letting you be bratty, or him letting some of your actions go unpunished just because you looked at him all prettily. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a dominant, he did, he really fucking did. So much so that he was doing everything he could to not fuck it up and make you and Eddie proud.  

It was that he was just very new to this, while Eddie had his fair share of kinky sex stories, and so did you, all Steve had were some hookups here and there, the groupies he had weren’t that interesting; the wildest thing he ever did was some dirty talk, and maybe getting his dick sucked at a public bathroom. This was a brand new territory he was trying to get adjusted to. 

The two of you were more than okay with helping him adjust to it all. Eddie loved teaching Steve about you and your body, what you enjoyed, what made you squirm, what made you instantly cum and of course; how exactly to punish you the right way. It all sounded perfect as an idea, but Steve could never execute it well. 

Whether it was because of those puppy eyes you did, or the whines that he drew from your mouth anytime he tried to put you in your place, or the begging and the sweet-talking, Steve didn’t have it in his heart to go all the way, which earned him the ‘soft daddy’ tittle you giggly called him all the time. 

So, Eddie wanted to teach him how to do it properly, in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable for all three of you, clearly, he knew you better than Steve did, and he knew his sort of punishments were always something you took pleasure out of, so he wanted to show Steve that, make him realize how good it made you feel, and how the dynamic truly worked. 

And this was the perfect time to show him, especially when you broke one of the most important rules. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest, disappointed, angrier than you ever saw him, you with your head drooped low and your hands behind your back, and Eddie with that goddamned smirk on his lips leaning against the wall, tilting your chin upwards with a tut. 

You were naked, fingers still coated with your juices, a slight guilt flashing across your eyes​​—but not really. Because you wanted to be caught, you wanted this punishment. Wanted the attention. 

Especially when both of them were so busy with work since New Year’s was coming up. They were either at gigs or at the studio, not even letting you come with them because you were ‘too distracting’.  

So, once again when they left for the studio, you had an idea. An idea that would surely bring out a mean punishment, yet the best pleasure. 

The second you heard the door getting unlocked, you were naked, laying on the bed, turning on your vibrator, knowing that once you let out a few slight gasps, the two of them would end up in the room, and all of their attention would be on you. 

“Eds, I swear I—I didn’t even cum!” You muttered with a whine. 

Eddie barked out a chuckle, mocking you. “That doesn’t mean shit, baby, rules are rules.”

“Steve!” You whined all brattily, turning to him with a pout, expecting to earn some sympathy from him, because you always did. Yet, there was something different this time, a darkness his gaze didn’t possess until now, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you rub your thighs together in excitement. 

“Don’t think you can try to get out of this one by sweet-talking me doll, not gonna work,” Steve mumbled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with all the pent-up anger. 

“Now we have to punish you.” He narrowed his gaze, making you swallow. Shit, he’d have to cave eventually, right? Because this was Steve. 

“And I’m sure, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Our attention?” You don’t answer, knowing that anything coming from your mouth could get you more into trouble, and Eddie scoffed at the state of you, that devilish grin playing on his lips. 

“Steve, honey, can you get those Christmas lights?” He asked sweetly, a smile flashed his way, and nothing but a scowl flashed yours. 

“L—lights?” You asked with a pout. Fuck, lights meant trouble, because you hated how tight they were, and you hated not being able to touch them. 

“Yeah, have to bring out the big guns, you’ve been so bratty lately. Such a shame too, because you were doing so good honey, when was the last time you were all tied up?” He quizzed mockingly, face inches away from yours. 

“I don’t remember.” You mumbled.

“Aha, that’s why we need it back, and so that I can teach Steve how to tie our little slut up, isn’t that right?” As if on cue, Steve came back with a grin, the long string of Christmas lights in his embrace. 

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie hummed excitedly, pressing a harsh kiss on Steve’s lips, flushing his cheeks a salmon pink, before he made a show of the strings of light, wrapping it around his hand, and grinning while he made his way over to you. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed again, and Eddie motioned toward you. “Lie down on Steve’s lap, face down.” With a quick huff, you obeyed, crawling over his lap, making a show of it as you wiggled your ass in the air, enjoying the low hisses from both men. 

“Arms behind your back, slut,” He hisses, and you’re quick to obey, crossing your arms over your back, watching as he plugs the lights into the outlet, a grin overtaking his face as they light up. 

He stretches them forward before he begins tying you up, twisting them around your arms, making sure your wrists are steadily restrained, before he loops them around your hips and your legs, making sure it has a tight hold on you. 

“Look how pretty you look like this.” He grins, watching the way the Christmas lights illuminate your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your bare flesh, and you yelp dramatically over it, skin burning with the impact. You try your best not to giggle, not to make him know that you’re enjoying this, because you want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. 

You need to cum. And you know Eddie can, and will edge you till’ however long he wants, so as much fun as it is to be a brat, you need to behave, for these next ten minutes, or try to seduce Steve in some way, you knew he tried to be tough, but you always managed to break him. 

Eddie kneels next to you, while Steve squeezes your ass, his cock stirring more and more you whimper for him. “Steve’s gonna spank you five times,” Eddie taunts with a grin, and you nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your stomach the more you feel Steve’s grabby hands. 

“That is unless you want some more?” Eddie challenges with a raise of his brow.

“N—no!” 

“Good girl,” he praises, and fuck, does that make your stomach instantly tumble. 

“Make it rough, Steve, she enjoys that shit,” he spits, fingers teasingly dancing around your shoulder. 

“She sees you as her soft daddy, she thinks you can’t really punish her, you gotta show her that you own her, too,” Eddie mocks with a slight grin, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze is overblown with lust now. 

“Is that right, honey?” Steve hisses, all mean and biting. Something you haven’t seen to this length, something that was making you so intrigued that you could barely speak. 

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, head dipped into the couch, before Steve had a harsh grip on your chin, making you face him. Chocolate gaze growing darker, and pupils blown wide. 

“Need you to count for me, honey, can you do that?” You nodded, quick and obedient, and Steve was starting to understand how good it felt, to have you surrender to him, his cock stirring at your doe-eyes. 

His hand raises in the air, the smack of it much softer than Eddie’s, but still rough enough that you feel the sting, a warm feeling overtaking your flesh, causing you to yelp at the unexpected intrusion. 

“You can be rougher, baby,” Eddie encourages, enjoying that pure hunger in Steve’s amber hues, and he’s quick to nod. 

“I thought you said you could count, slut. Is that pretty little head of yours so full with the thought of our cocks that you forgot to count all of a sudden, doll?” The nicknames roll off his lips like a warning, tone so coarse that you immediately tense up, apologetic gaze meeting his dark ones.

“S—sorry, Stevie,” you muttered, his sudden dominance making your body tremble, and your cheeks flush with heat. “O—one.” 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He coos, hand smoothing over your reddened skin, reveling the way you shudder under his touch. 

He spanks you again, and another yelp falls out of your lips, this time much harder than before, you can fully feel the pain, and Eddie watches the two of you in awe.

“Two.” 

His hand gropes your ass again, massaging over your heated skin, and once again, harsh smack lands on your marked-up flesh, much rougher, but easing the second he carefully traces over it. 

“T—three,” you mutter, moaning into the pillows your head was smushed in. 

You feel another hand join Steve’s, but your attempts to look up at Eddie are turned down when he tuts, “Focus on your punishment.” 

His fingers are teasing as they make their way up to your trembling thighs, drawing whiney breaths from you. He uses his index fingers to spread you apart, both him and Steve groaning at the sight of your puffy clit. 

His fingers find their way inside of you, earning shaky moans while you try to push yourself back onto him, to have more, to feel that fullness, and all Steve does is chuckle at you, at how pathetic you want them both, rutting against Eddie’s fingers while you moan. 

And just as you’re about to beg for more, beg to have both of their cocks, two harsh slaps land on your ass, one on both cheeks, the two boys grinning devilishly as they watch the way their handprints mark your ass. 

“Four,” you mumble, words scrambled together when all you want is more from them, the mocking making you wetter and wetter. Especially when Steve is being all mean for the first time.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, sweetheart, did you?” Steve mocks with a pout, and you moan into the pillow again. 

Steve kneads your sensitive skin, while Eddie’s fingers are still inside of you, your ass is burning, but it feels so good that you can’t help the whines that leave your mouth. 

“Such a fuckin’ slut for us, aren’t ya? Soaking my fingers just for being spanked, told you she likes it rough, Stevie.” Eddie pushes his fingers fully inside of your walls, thumb toying with your clit, so agonizingly slow that you bite down on the pillow, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. 

You need this punishment to be over so that you can have both of them, it’s so pathetically overwhelming and teasing that you don’t even realize what you’re begging for, just when you’re about to push back on his fingers again, the roughest slap comes, and you cry out at the impact. 

You’re sure your ass is practically burning now, but it feels so good that you’ve basically already melted into the sheets, body feeling frail with how turned on you really are. And, thankfully this was the last.

“Five!” You wail out with excitement filling your tummy, Eddie’s fingers slip outside of you with that, you’re too fucked out to register any of it, the pain subsiding and fast to turn into pleasure when Steve is kneading your firey flesh, it has you feeling so painfully empty that you’re looking at Steve with pouty lips and a desperate gaze. 

“Good girl,” Steve praises, pressing a sloppy kiss on your bruised skin, and you whimper at the cold feeling, cheeks fluttering at the much needed praise. 

“N—need more, please,” you mutter, it’s a long shot, and by the way they’ve both been so mean, you knew neither their teasing nor the punishment was going to end soon. But, fuck, were you desperate. 

Steve barks out a laugh, it’s evil, and just as mocking as you’d expect, but not from Steve. Eddie looks almost as surprised, but so very proud, because both of you want this dynamic to work, and for Steve to be in this as much as the two of you are, and it looks like it’s finally working. 

“So fuckin’ mouthy today, aren’t ya?” He coaxed, picking you up to roll you over to the bed, hands grabby before he turned to Eddie. 

“I think we should put those pretty lips to use, baby, what do y’think?” Steve quipped, gazing at Eddie with the need for approval, and Eddie’s cock stirred at the both of you. 

Steve submitting to him, still taking a bit of control to dominate you. Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. 

“Get on all fours for your daddies, pretty girl,” Steve hummed, leaving a playful smack on your already marked-up ass while you yelped, pussy clenching around on nothing. 

“Do you know how fucking hot you are when you order her around like this?” Eddie groaned, his hand gathering curls at the nape of his neck, gripping it tightly to pull him in for a kiss, all teeth, and no mercy. Greedily sucking at each other’s tongues, ignoring all of your squirming. 

You’re so unbelievably wet and you need something, anything. Seeing the two boys kiss is not doing you any good, so you just mewl with such desperation that both of them break apart from the kiss with a dark gaze. 

“I said all fours,” Steve hisses, but you pout, struggling to stand while your hands are tied behind your back, and your body is wrapped around the lights, making your skin glow in the best way possible. 

“Aww, can’t do it on your own, sweetheart?” Eddie taunts with a pout, and you’re quick to nod. 

“You need our help, baby?”

“P—please,” you muttered, almost embarrassed.

“You want your daddies to fill all your holes is that it, slut?” You nodded vigorously. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, speak up,” Steve chimed in. 

“Y—yes, please, please I need both of you, need both of you to fuck me, please—” your rambling was cut off by Eddie’s dark chuckle. 

“God, so fuckin’ desperate, should we give her what she wants, Stevie?” He nodded off toward Steve, a mocking pout on his lips. 

“I do want to punish her more… but I also need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, she’s been too mouthy lately, don’t ya think, Munson?” Steve groaned loudly at the thought. 

“Mhmm, and I should fuck her pathetic little pussy, show her who really owns her, yea?” Eddie grinned toward you. 

“You definitely should, does she think she can make herself cum better than we do?” Steve asked tauntingly. 

“N—no I don’t! P—please need both of you s’bad, ‘m sorry, I won’t touch myself again, daddies, I promise,” you cried out, desperate, enough to have both of their cocks ache with the need to fuck you. 

“You’ll be sorry, sweetheart, we’ll make sure of it.” Both of them were quick to get rid of their clothes, joining you on the bed, Eddie holding you by your hips, and Steve steadying you by your shoulders, both sets of angry red tips facing your holes. Eagerness ignites a fire in your entire body. 

“God, I was going to stretch you out a little bit, but look at you sweetheart, practically gushin’ for me and we barely did anything.” Eddie grins, fingers toying with your soaked clit, and you whimper loudly, looking up at Steve with hooded eyes, excitedly waiting to get what you were promised for, your entire body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere they touch burns, and you want nothing more than to have them fuck you, anywhere and everywhere. 

Steve barely jerked his erected cock before he dragged it over your lips, smearing his beaded pre-cum all over, mixing with your gloss. Starving, you were quick to lick it all away, that salty taste coated your tongue and you hummed. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He almost lost it there and then.

“God, she’s soakin’ my fingers, Stevie.” Eddie moaned, relishing in the squelching sounds your pussy made the more his fingers entered inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, desperately pushing back on his fingers, trying to get more. 

You turned your head as best as you could. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” Your tone was sultry, making Eddie groan. 

“And, please, fuck my mouth daddy, I deserve it,” you muttered, this time faux innocent gaze at Steve’s, his mouth hanging open, eyes lulling as he looked down on you. 

With a slight groan, “Open up,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth eagerly, while he dragged his aching cock inside, watching the way you quickly wrapped your lips around his length, sucking on it greedily.

“Her mouth is heavenly, Munson, you need to fuck her while I’m fuckin’ her mouth,” Steve groaned loudly when you bobbed up and down. 

“Open her up, Eddie, really fuck her, use her like the little slut she is.” That was all the encouragement Eddie needed, his fingers left your hole with a slick sound, emptiness making you whine around Steve’s cock. 

You didn’t have much time, or even the space to complain with Steve’s cock hammered into your mouth. You couldn’t see Eddie but you could feel him shift behind you, his hot tip teasing against your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your clit, making you whimper crazily around Steve’s cock, driving him further into a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

You were at your fucking limit. Only when the head of his cock teased against your slit that you let out a sigh of relief. He pushed his cock inside, the hold he had on your waist was bruisingly rough. 

He pushed and pushed his way inside, cock slipping easily through your soaked folds. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

It always amazed you how fucking big and thick he was, stretching you out in every way possible. 

His groans were guttural, and so were Steve’s, especially when his hands wrapped around your hair halting his cock into your mouth, realizing you were too fucked out to do it properly. 

“So sloppy when you get your holes filled,” Steve tutted, “fucking love it when you go all dumb on our cocks like this, such a perfect little cock sleeve for us, aren’t you? Just waiting to be used by your daddies, hmm?” He hummed, eyes stuck on you when he yanked you by your hair again, pumping his cock further into your mouth. 

You whimpered in an attempt to nod, crying out once Eddie pushed in deeper inside of you, cunt clamping around him and so very willing. Your pussy was his. 

And you felt full, so fucking full.

“Shit, shit, fuck! She’s so fuckin’ warm and tight, Steve.” Eddie grunted, voice ragged, his weight on top of you, as he poised all the way inside of you, and you tried your best to adjust to his cock. But, fuck, did he always stretch you out, make you feel all of him. 

“Jesus, baby, look how perfectly your holes are taking our cocks, it’s like you were made for us, huh?” Steve almost growled, fucking your mouth with ease while he enjoyed the way you gagged around his cock, tear-streaked cheeks, and looking up at him with those alluring eyes. 

All three of you were about to fucking lose it. It was all too much, all so fucking good, making your body feel like jelly while they manhandled you in the best way possible. 

He slammed into you rougher, not stopping until he was sure you were full of him, same with Steve, filling you all the way in. You felt achy in the best way possible, and their grunts sounded lewd and angelic at the same time. 

He pulled out and slammed back in. Just as brutal but his hips picked up speed, the more he fucked into you, the more you took Steve into your mouth. Creating the perfect harmony between the three of you. 

You felt like you were going to explode, mind going hazy with everything. And of fucking course Eddie could tell, with the way you were squirming, thighs shuddering, and your tender pussy gripping his dick nicely. 

Your mewls and whines were muffled by Steve’s cock slammed down your throat. “Shit, honey, are you gonna cum already?” Eddie asked with a low groan. 

You nodded, as best as you could with Steve’s hold, eyes pleading, begging, so fucking desperate that neither of them wanted to hold you off. 

Besides, your punishment wasn’t edging tonight. 

“Pretty girl, cum for us, baby, soak Eddie’s dick,” Steve grunted, teeth grinding together, just barely holding all of it. It was making him feral watching the way Eddie’s thick cock plunged into you, while you took his cock into your mouth, like the good fucking girl you were. 

He almost looked at Eddie for approval, and he nodded quickly. “Cum for us, sweetheart.” His words were all the encouragement you needed. Muffled noises tumbled from your mouth as Eddie’s cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed and brought you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy shuddering around Eddie’s cock.  

“Our perfect girl, cumming just from us using your holes, shit,” Steve cursed, desperate to give you all of his load, make sure you never spilled a fucking drop of it.  

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight when she cums, Steve, don’t think I’m gonna last,” Eddie growled, his thrusts dramatic, enough to have the bed creaking with a squeaky noise.

“Come with me, baby, let’s fill her up at the same time, hmm?” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, you’d like that, baby? You’d want your daddies to fill all your holes?” He taunted with your chin in his hands, Eddie’s rough hold on you was making it harder to focus, you just came but you simultaneously needed more. They were so fucking addicting. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuckin—” Eddie rambled, so deep inside of you that you whimpered around Steve’s cock, making him grunt like a madman. 

“Me too, Munson, shit!”

“Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll never get it out of you, princess, fuck!” It was a promise, his thrusts were brutal, bruising, and fucking divine. 

“S—shit baby, I’m—fuck! I wanna see you swallow all of my load, not one fuckin’ drop—oh fuck!” Steve added.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Both of them yelled in almost perfect sync. Thick cum filled inside of your walls and shot down your throat, it looked like Steve was too fucked out to tell you to swallow, and you beat him to it, sucking him dry with an exaggerated humming sound. 

Eddie was still unloading inside of you, seed spilled so deeply that it made you feel so warm, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Both of their cocks and cum filling your holes, darkened gazes staring down at you, and it felt fucking amazing. 

You loved the little praises, the ‘good girl’ and ‘perfect girl’ they uttered before they placed thousands of kisses over your skin. Yet, you were nowhere near done, no, this was just a little taste. And you were hungry. 

“A—are you going to untie me now?” You asked, unwillingly, bringing that desire spark back into both of their gaze in an instant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought we were done?” That mocking voice was back like it never left, and you couldn’t help the way excitement pooled your tummy again. Shit, they were fucking good. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? We’ll make sure you’ll cum, over and over, creaming our cock till you physically fucking can’t anymore.” Steve added, both of them grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing there was so much more to your punishment. 

[morosexual]

contains: nsfw (mdni), puppy play (what it says on the tin), reader is a brat for 2 seconds and then folds immediately, edging, overstimulation, collar and leash, crying (sexy, not sad), 1.3k words of soft loving reo badly disguised as kinky smut

reo is probably really into puppy play… doesn’t get into it intentionally and doesn’t consider himself that freaky (but that’s because he has no idea how normal people behave)… less into the visual aspect (but he does have a tail plug just in case) and more into, uh, clicker training you

he’s just so condescending by accident. what else can he be when he was raised like a modern-day king? he doesn’t want you to call him master, he just wants you to pant and whine and be devoted to him and only him and maybe bark if he tells you to.

most of the time, you’re happy to be obedient. reo’s generous with his rewards and as loving as he is freaky, every little thing a fucked-up expression of how much he cares about you. it’s when he’s negligent that you act up.

he’s been home, too, no excuse for him to be so inattentive. something just feels off, the misalignment that comes with not having carved out time for each other in a while. you find yourself getting irrationally angry when he leaves an article of clothing next to the hamper, when he forgets to text that he’ll be home late. you can feel it, too, the way he chafes when you spill the coffee grounds, fighting not to say anything when you turn off the television because he’s watching matches late into the night.

he also tends to be pretty casual about ordering you around, not really processing that it’s not phrased as a request like he means it to be. so you start saying no.

no, you can’t hold his bag while he carries in the boxes of the new dining table. no, you don’t feel like watching him practice. you don’t even say no, just return with only one glass for yourself when he asked you to grab him one as well. he notices. you watch his gaze sharpen every time you do, ticking up towards you. yes, you think, look at me. look at me.

he’s looking at you now, finally, all his attention fully on you.

“little slut needed this, huh,” he comments, watching you grind down on his cock. “i was mean to you?”

“so mean,” you gasp, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “you bored? don’t care about me anymore?”

your tone is playful, but you’re out of breath, starting to lose your rhythm, sounding a little more pathetic for it. your thighs burn with the effort of riding him, each drop as you slide down his dick a little heavier, bumping the ceiling of your cervix.

“don’t talk like that,” he scolds you, landing a hard smack on your ass. you whine and it mollifies him, petting the stinging spot. “you know it’s not true. do puppies speak, baby?”

you know the answer he’s looking for.

“no,” you say sullenly. something sparks in his eyes, his pink tongue pressing momentarily through his teeth. still engrossed in bouncing in his lap, you don’t even notice the movements of his hands until the click of the leash onto your collar sounds in your ear. you sit down hard at the sound by accident, whining at the twinge of pain.

reo pats the side of your cheek, just a little lighter than a slap, drawing your attention back to him. you stare at him, a trace of docility in your gaze that satisfies him.

“down,” he orders. you loop your arms around his neck and hide your face in his neck, rocking back and forth, making him groan. “bad dog. down.”

you moan as you slide up his shaft, the head coming out with an obscene pop, obediently settling onto the floor between his legs. your lashes are already wet, he’s pleased to see, your eyes wide and pupils dilated. he’s trained you well, even if you slip up now and again.

that’s okay; he likes it when you try to rebel. he likes disciplining you.

he stands up, stepping around you. when he walks to the bedroom, you follow, forced to your hands and knees by the short leash. by the time he lets you go and says up, he can see a little more of the rebellion drained from your eyes. you circle yourself three times and sit, something you never fail to think is hilarious. he’d laugh and press a kiss to your forehead if he wasn’t so damn mad.

instead, he turns his back on you, letting you worry a little while he looks through your toy collection.

he settles on edging you with the hitachi, grinning when you start crying for real, tears dripping down your face, into your mouth, your tongue out. you’re too cute like this, he can’t resist—so he finally, finally folds your legs up, sinking his cock into you where it belongs.

“how’s that feel, baby?” he coos, after your fourth orgasm. you moan brokenly.

“hurts,” you say, “it’s too much, reo.”

he takes your chin and kisses you, your mouth already open as you pant for air.

“good.”

he makes you come one more time, switching your legs so they’re both held over one shoulder and you’re wailing at the feeling of him filling you so completely, your cunt squeezing him in a vice grip. he could die happy like this, his good girl under him and broken like an obedient pet.

you try to make a noise that might be a word, but he grinds against your g-spot and it melts into a soft little oof, so pathetic, so sweet. he pets your hair, strokes the side of your face, then your collarbone, your breasts. you look up at him with huge, wet eyes, your collar standing out against your flushed skin.

“i’m sorry,” his tone is as earnest as it can be, but he always sounds a little like sorry you feel that way is tacked on. “should’ve used your words. how was i gonna know you were so lonely?”

you don’t respond, just straining your face up to kiss him, reaching for him with clumsy hands. every noise out of your mouth is barely human, reduced to raw animal instinct. his gaze is fond you; he’ll admit he’s too soft on you, couldn’t find it in him to really punish you if he tried.

“it’s not your fault,” he says, leaning in close so your mouths almost brush. you start crying again, pawing for him, but you’re wrung-out and weak after everything. he can’t help thrusting a little harder, watching the panic in your eyes as your climax approaches again. “you’re right, honey, good puppies don’t talk. and you’re my best girl, huh?”

you nod along, your eyes squeezing shut. reo’s done a good job draining all the thoughts from your head, your mind entirely absorbed in his eyes, his body, his cock. all a good puppy needs to know is that she’s loved.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 14)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Over the past few weeks, Cillian struggled quite significantly with the fact that he had lost his wife Danielle and Max, the young boy he did not father but whom he considered to be his son. Cillian also struggled with the fact that he had, under the directions of his sister and lawyer Siobhan, cut all ties with you.

She believed that continuing any form of relationship with you would only serve to harm his reputation in court and jeopardize his chance of winning some form of access rights over Max who she now knew was not Cillian's biological son. 

"When she called, did she say how she was?" Cillian asked, referring to the phone call Siobhan took on his phone. The person who had called was you but Siobhan refused to hand Cillian the phone but, instead, told you to not call Cillian again.

She warned you about calling ever again, stating that doing so would result in receiving a cease-and-desist order from her office. Stunned and confused, you hung up the phone with little knowledge of how to handle the complicated situation you now faced. Not only were you pregnant with Cillian's baby, but you also had been ordered to avoid any contact with him due to the potential fallout. 

"Siobhan, how is she?" Cillian asked again since his sister did not respond to his question the first time around.

"Did she seem alright, on the phone?" he wanted to know and this question caught Siobhan off guard slightly, prompting her to shift in her seat uneasily. She too did not know that you were pregnant and responded sternly to her brother's query.

She hesitated briefly, choosing her words carefully. "She was fine. Stop caring about her, Cillian," she told him but Cillian couldn't help but worry.

"Danielle sent her to hospital, so of course I care," he retorted, causing Siobhan to sigh.

"Yes she did, because you fucked her, in your marital bed," Siobhan blurted out vehemently. "Y/N did not bring a charge against Danielle and, thus far, Danielle hasn't mentioned Y/N's existence in court. We will want to keep it this way. No one needs to know about your affair with a 19-year old woman!" Siobhan barked furiously, slamming her palm onto the table in frustration. She understood that Cillian was deeply troubled and struggling with his own demons, but bringing such scandal into light may cause irreparable damage to his image - not to mention risking the legal case against his ex-wife Danielle. 

"I know. I fucked up, okay?" Cillian confessed, finally admitting his guilt. It felt good to get it off his chest, though it did nothing to alleviate the weight pressing down on his shoulders. His family was falling apart, leaving him broken and unable to fully process the painful truth. 

"But my brother and his wife kicked her out. That's at least what Paddy told me. And I want to know if she is doing okay. That's all," Cillian persisted firmly, refusing to let go of his concern for you.

Siobhan looked at her brother, irritated by his determination to cling onto feelings for you.

"Y/N is fine. Now leave it alone, Cillian," she commanded, standing up to assert herself more clearly. "You aren't in love with her, are you?" his sister questioned worriedly.

Cillian swallowed hard, contemplating his answer. "No... no, I am not. But I do feel responsible for helping her, especially given our circumstances," he admitted honestly, recognizing the gravity of the situation you were entangled in. Siobhan's eyes narrowed suspiciously, sensing something deeper behind her brother's words.

"And why do you think that is?" she pressed gently, seeking  clarification and Cillian bit his lip, still unsure himself. 

"Maybe because she is young. She is only nineteen and she is family," Cillian explained sheepishly, casting his gaze away from his sister's judgmental stare.  

"And yet, this didn't deter you from having sex with her now, did it?" Siobhan continued her accusatory approach, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Of course not! You just think with your cock, don't you?" she spat derisively. 

Her response struck Cillian speechless, causing his face to flush red with embarrassment and shame. Even in the heat of passion, he could never imagine things would escalate to this level. 

"As I said, getting involved with her was a mistake

." Cillian murmured, looking downwards to avoid eye contact. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, feeling guilty and ashamed. What he was thinking of doing wasn't right and he knew that deep down, however much his desire consumed him.

In contrast, Siobhan showed no remorse, remaining unwaveringly firm in her convictions. "Well, then you need to fix this mess. And stop talking to her. She doesn't matter, anymore" Siobhan demanded harshly, her eyes cold and unforgiving and Cillian promised her not to enquire any further until, another two weeks later, and much to Siobhan's surprise, Danielle brought your name up in court. 

This unexpected development threw everyone into chaos as this affair between him and you put him into an extremely bad light.

For someone whose career revolved primarily around his strong public persona, it seemed like a death sentence for Cillian's career as well as his court case and, with that, Siobhan's instructions suddenly changed.

She had to go into damage control and, in order to make Cillian look any better to the public and the judge, she now encouraged him to get you to take the stand and talk about the fact that Danielle had pushed you down the stairs.

Siobhan hoped that presenting evidence of violence perpetrated by Cillian’s estranged wife might discredit claims made during their divorce proceedings, painting Cillian in a somewhat sympathetic light amidst these allegations surrounding his sexual tryst with you.

"So, after almost six weeks now, you want me to call her? Seriously?" Cillian exclaimed incredulously, raising his eyebrows in shock. He hadn't expected this turn of events, particularly coming from his sister. The mere thought of you taking the witness stand filled him with anxiety.

"Yes. Now that Danielle brought up the affair with her, she needs to tell everyone about the assault so that I can make sure that the judge knows that Danielle isn't capable to have sole custody for Max," Siobhan

reasoned reluctantly. She understood the importance of providing evidence in court to support her client's argument, even when it meant potentially damaging her brother's already precarious reputation.

Cillian nodded solemnly, knowing full well that there was little choice left for them. With everything spiralling out of control, they had to rely on your testimony. "Alright, but she might say no. I ignored her for six weeks and now that I need her help, I am actually calling her. It is an asshole move," Cillian muttered bitterly beneath his breath, resentfully picking up his cellphone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed your number, anticipation building inside him. Would you agree to testify? How much had this whole mess affected you? So many questions flooded his brain, weighing heavy upon his heart.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded cautious over the line, uncertainty evident in its tone. You were surprised by Cillian's call and wondered whether he had found out about your pregnancy.

"What do you want?" you thus asked after he simply said "hi" but nothing else as you were trying to hide your fear.

Cillian cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Look, Y/N, I realize I acted badly towards you recently, but please understand that my life has become quite complicated lately," he began sincerely. 

"Well, so has mine and whilst I wanted to talk with you about it, your sister shut me off," you countered, your voice growing angrier. 

Your hostility took Cillian aback momentarily, but he steeled himself, deciding to remain composed despite your barbed remarks. "I know, but her intentions weren't malicious; believe me," he pleaded earnestly.

There was genuine desperation in his voice, hoping that you would forgive him eventually, but you simply couldn't. 

"I don't care Cillian," you snapped sharply, your temper flaring quickly. "All you ever wanted was to use me – both emotionally and physically. And once shit hit the fan, you discarded me without any second thoughts," you yelled through the phone, unable to hold back your anger any longer. "I needed you in the past few weeks because, not only was I kicked out of my family's home, I also found out that I am pregnant," you revealed, fighting back tears.

This revelation caught him completely off guard, leaving him reeling. He paused for several seconds, processing this news. Then, he spoke slowly, "You are what?" Cillian repeated, barely able to register your startling announcement. He struggled to maintain composure, his thoughts racing wildly.

"I am pregnant," you confirmed again, allowing the enormity of the statement to sink in.

Cillian's entire world came crashing down around him as he realized that, somehow, the nights he spent with you resulted in a child growing inside of you. This wasn't how he intended things to happen, but here they were, a result of their recklessness and ignorance. 

"Am I the father?" Cillian hesitated briefly, attempting to compose himself. However, you cut him off mid-sentence, responding impassionedly, "Of course you are the fucking father. I never slept with anyone else and you should know that!" 

You vehemently defended yourself, adding insult to injury. "But don't worry, I am booked in for a termination procedure next week. Problem solved!" you said and the cruelty of those words cut deeply into Cillian's heart. All that time he had been selfishly obsessed with his own wants and desires, failing to consider the potential consequences - including yours. Realization dawned on him gradually, hitting him squarely in the face like a sledgehammer.

"Please wait… No, Y/N. Don't terminate. We will sort this out together," he implored urgently, panic creeping into his voice.

You fell silent, taken aback by his sudden change of attitude.

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to keep the baby?" you asked skeptically, astonished at the idea.

Cillian couldn't believe what he heard either. Was this truly happening? "Yes, I know it's asking a lot, but give me a chance to figure this out," he replied earnestly, attempting to convey his sincerity in wanting to be part of this child's life.

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You are insane, Cillian! Why would you ask me to keep this child? I just finished school, and the last thing I need is more responsibility. Not only that, I haven't spoken to my mother since all this happened. I have no money. No permanent housing. No career," you argued vehemently, frustrated with the prospect of carrying a baby conceived outside a relationship. 

Cillian listened intently, struggling to find the right words to assuage your concerns. 

"I will take full financial responsibility if you decide to carry the baby to term and I can take care of the our child whenever you need me to. Every day even. I will buy you a house. I'll pay for anything you need," Cillian offered determinedly, clutching onto hope. 

"Cillian, I am not ready to be a parent," you retorted, still clearly angry and hurt.

"Then let me have the child," he persisted gently, understanding your apprehension.

"What?" you asked, confused. Could Cillian really provide for everything you need and want? You didn't trust him, but something about his offer felt...different. Maybe it was his insistence, maybe it was his determination, or perhaps, it could have been the hint of vulnerability in his voice that gave you pause.

After a long silence, you finally answered, "Listen, I think we should meet and talk about this in person. You clearly lost the plot." 

Cillian agreed readily, relieved that you seemed open to discussion. "Whenever suits you, just let me know." There was hopeful expectation in his voice.

All he ever wanted was a family but, when him and Danielle tried to have a child together, it never happened. She never carried to term and, after that, she never fell pregnant again. Perhaps their DNA was simply not compatible  and, according to the specialists, he was the one to blame.

In the end, Danielle had a child with another man and Cillian loved this child as if he was his own. This child's name was Max and Max was Cillian's world. From then onwards, Cillian dedicated himself fully to raising Max, making it a priority to ensure that his son knew he adored him.

He knew that he could do the same for this child, the one you were now carrying inside you. The child that was his.

Cillian couldn't believe it was true. Here was a possibility, albeit unexpected, to rectify some of the mistakes he made earlier. After all the wrong turns he took throughout his journey, he hoped this situation could lead him closer to becoming the kind of father he always wished to be. The irony was striking, considering he initially sought comfort elsewhere. But now, fate was presenting him with a unique opportunity—one which held unimaginable weight. He had to make this right and was determined to  do whatever it takes.

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[doonarose]

12345 Writer Tag Game!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

Thanks for the tag, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon!! I needed something to do during a boring teams meeting today!

(excluding collabs for reasons!)

MOST HITS

(E, 33k, canon-compliant, first time sex, slowburn series, Crowley has damage, top!Aziraphale is sexual as fuck, wet and messy, multiple orgasms, rough oral, also some buttsex - a smorgasbord) Pulled. Oh, my darling boy… this makes me so pleased. This is the entire reason I started writing fic for the first time in eight years, it was to get to here – them fucking sweet and dirty, for the first, epic time. Now, it predictably took me eight or nine other fics in a series to get them and all their damage (Crowley, I am looking at you) to an emotional state in which they could fully indulge, but it was so worth it for me and clearly for several of you lot! Crazy that it's got over 14,000 hits!!

SECOND MOST KUDOS

(E, 20k, canon-compliant, food and Aziraphale eating feature heavily, Crowley fantasizes so pretty much everything is obliquely on the table, mind the chapter tags) Okay, I’m gonna cheat here, because Pulled is actually my second most kudos’s fic… I’ll say that Esurient Designs, which is a chapter longer than Pulled and sits right before it in the Osculations series. That maybe indicates it’s a slightly better fic (and honestly it probably is more a well-crafted, artsy little thing)… It was meant to be a paragraph leading into the sexy times of Pulled, a quick description that Aziraphale and Crowley had shared a long lunch and it had been quite the (accidental?) seduction. When I first drafted that paragraph it was three pages of exposition on the restaurant and the courses and the fantasies it provoked for Crowley. And the way I remember it, my beta, @anything-thats-rock-and-roll said either kill it down to a couple of sentences or write it properly… So 20k of food and kinky fantasy later… et voila.

THIRD MOST COMMENTS

(WIP, E, 35k so far, human-AU) In Headlights. Ouch. Okay, point made. This is a half-written human-AU WIP which I never planned to stop writing but I managed eight chapters, 35k and then just… stopped. The story is still all there in my head, and some on the page, but I’ve just not managed any of it for months. Soon, I am hoping, to get back to it. And with 178 comments I really do kind of owe it to people!

FOURTH MOST BOOKMARKS

(E, 8k, canon-compliant, fight over the final fifteen, love confessions, fuck, frottage, mutual masturbation, desk sex) This one is a classic. Precarious, But Worth It. That’s even a good title! In my journey writing the Osculations series (which was basically escalating kisses until some mind-blowing sex) it occurred to me I had not written sex for almost a decade and it was also taking me a very long time to get to it. So this was written in between fics in that series, as a oneshot, to cut the corners, just get down to business type thing. I now have several similar oneshots but this was my first and it is a fun little romp with some feelings and bickering over the final fifteen and then an appropriate level of sweetness. As a oneshot it’s amazing to see it is bookmarked 224 times!

FIFTH MOST WORDS

(E, 18k, first-time sex in a Roman bathhouse, top!Crowley, cockwarming, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism) Ignoring a few collabs, this one is A Bathhouse Pretense which is kind of hilarious because this was totally meant to be a wam bam thank you mam sexy times oneshot and instead it ended up 18k over two chapters that took like… three months to complete. And it was a gift exchange fic so I was in a total hole freaking out about the delay. And I panicked at some of the tropes being outside my wheelhouse. It’s actually a pretty sexy little number, looking back at it.

LEAST WORDS

(G, 405 words, a very innocuous kiss) I totally thought this would be something else. Forgot that this was so very, very short! Entr'acte was the fourth story in the Osculation series and I think the first jump forward... like the first three were that actual first three kisses in a row, this was after they'd kissed dozens of times. But then this was the first kiss where they weren't both thinking about it. Which is kind of delicious and also so innocuous I really didn't need many words. Also, totally a G rating, it's so particularly soft and innocent. Also, short enough that the fabulous @nosferatini podficced it which was lovely!

This was fun!! I'm guessing a lot of you have already done it but feel free to join in! Names off the top of my head would be: @sixbynine-da, @anything-thats-rock-and-roll, @eybefioro, @lemon-tart-221, @gaiaseyes451

[castlebyersafterdark]

🦀 here

Oh okay that’s a relief. I must be misremembering. Maybe I deleted it before I sent it lol.

But basically what I said was that I think there’s a surprising lack of facials in byler fics. We have two of the most handsomest prettiest men portraying our boys who would look 100x better with a mess on their face (noah especially oh my GOD 😵‍💫) and it’s such a common trope in both straight and gay porn already so I just find it strange how there doesn’t seem to be many of it in the fics.

I know a lot of the community follows you so to all byler smut fic writers: I wanna see more facials. I think Mike should blow his load on Wills face more. I think if Mike wasn’t in love already, seeing Will covered in his cum would hook him for LIFE. He would NEVER get tired of seeing that. And Will would love it so much too. He’d close his eyes and gently move it all across his face as Mikes cumming so it can cover as much of his face as possible. Learning that messy can be beautiful sometimes (And ofc I also love the other way around with Mike getting a facial I just think Will getting the facial is more “in character” if that makes sense?)

(and as for the mysterious crab benefactor thing, sorry I don’t understand I just picked a random emoji in my recently used ones lol)

Hello 🦀 - I answered yours last night and fell asleep, now I'm waking up and you're my first non-queued response. Cuuuuute! Mysterious benefactor is whomever it was who sent me these gay little crabs beside my name.

But.... oooooh a spicy spice ask. I fully AGREE and there are so few depictions of this that I can't even recall one easily, I'm sure I've read a few. I know I'm writing one in my massive wips list (working title: feral and nasty after Mike's at the gym) 🤭 and one scene in my chaptered fic features an accidental one 🫢 so TBD.

They're both soooo pretty and YES would both look so good absolutely dripping with it, but there's something about that visual for Will that has the horny dirty feral part of my brain barking and doing cartwheels around the yard (most of my brain is likely this, we know we know) because oh what a vision he'd be. Yeah, slightly more in character, HC that he loves getting them and Mike certainly loves giving them.

Facials are probably not featured in fic because there's a big hmmm demographic shift in fic readers/writers and what's common in porn I find does not reflect fandom written smut. And yes, porn isn't real life and is often specifically exaggerated, though there's still truth to sexual appetite. Is this move the most common in the repertoire - speaking from personal experience (oh gosh, why do I always have to get so open on here LOL) liiiiiiiike. Hmmm. It's on the menu and it does get ordered but it's not the favorite dish. There.

At least in my fandom travels, I don't exactly see a facial as very kinky but I think in fanfiction land it's VERY kinky maybe. And people more commonly want to write penetration and finishing inside, or blowjobs. This one isn't common in general for sure. Also, it's rather messy, yes? Not a lot of messy, realistic sex in fic which is personally how I write. And people skip over actually writing anything with cum to be honest (still can't decide in fic if I should use cum or come because people are sooo passionate about word choice haha) and it's often skipped over the reality of men finishing in these smut scenes which is fine, that's fine I guess - you can't really skip it in a facial, that's the main ingredient here 😅 I mean, a lot of authors across many fandoms get squeamish and refuse to even think about rimming and definitely won't write it, and if I don't have a character getting their ass ate in a fic or referencing it very least, am I even the author 🤭 Facials might be even more outlandish to consider, idk. So maybe our lofty wish for more facials in fics falls to dreamland, but perhaps some may feel the wavelengths and hear the plea.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

This or That: Everlark Edition

Katniss has a upturned nose or a hooked nose

Katniss is under 5’3 or over 5’7

Peeta is strong and muscular or chubby and round

Peeta has two dimples or dozens of freckles

They grow back together in less than 1 year or after 2 years

They’re very vanilla or they like to try spice

Ooooh I sign on to post a belated six sentence sunday and find this little treat in my inbox. Thanks for the ask, Anon!

Hooked nose for Katniss, and she is definitely 5'3" or shorter.

Peeta is always strong and muscular, but I usually picture him as being more chonky than ripped. There's some pudge on top of those muscles. A few years post war, he's a little more chubby and round than he was before. Can still totally throw his wife over his shoulder and carry her around like she's... a sack of flour. ;)

I usually don't picture him with dimples in canon because I feel like Katniss would've mentioned those. In au fanfic though, I sometimes give him dimples, as a treat. A sprinkling of freckles.

Okay so unpopular opinion, most likely, but I think that there's so much that they will be grieving and working through that at around the one year mark they aren't yet officially married. They're definitely in a serious relationship, but to me it's... argh okay. When they send her back to 12, Katniss is told that she's being exiled their indefinitely. Then she never mentions it again, not to tell us that the exile has been lifted, not to tell us that it's more of a lax exile just don't cause trouble wink wink nudg nudge, kind of deal. So to me, she and Peeta need to grieve, need to heal significantly, need to grow back together while doing all of that, which in a way includes relearning who the other person is. They need to renew their commitments to each other, make sure the other person does not doubt their love is real, and also Katniss has to somehow make sure Peeta knows she actually wants to stay in 12 with him and that she's not just staying there with him because she's exiled.

BUT at that one year mark, even if they're not fully married and living together, utilizing every horizontal and several vertical surfaces for nefarious purposes... the entirety of district 12 knows they're basically married anyways.

I feel like that needs some clarification. A lot of the district 12 residents post war will have been in 13, so they would've known or suspected that something was Not Right with K&P after Peeta's rescue. He's not seen for a long time, and then when he is, he's got guards and he's wearing manacles. He's rarely ever close to Katniss. The cafeteria scene happens in front of a crowd. There's no way rumors weren't a flying after Katniss books it out of there and Delly winds up screeching at Peeta and he's dragged out by his guards. So they knew something was up in 13, but they also know that Everlark is endgame at the end of a year after the war.

I don't think it'd take more than two years tho, if that makes sense. I like giving them that wiggle room to heal.

As for you last question, I hesitate to put a name to it because to me, modern day tumblr's concept of "spicy" is not canon Everlark's concept of "spicy." I know what kind of kinky mofo's you all are, and I don't think they get up to that level of spice. But I also don't think they fit modern day tumblr's idea of vanilla either. I think they get up to plenty of spicy shenanigan's. It's not always sweet and tender and two positions with them. Also Peeta has a dirty dirty mouth and once Katniss gets Peeta in her bed for good, they discover that she is insatiably curious.

Maybe that's a copout answer, but that's what I think!

<3 kdnfb

[tavyliasin]

Okay I need to be greedy because I can't risk no one asking for the others and I need to know😆😆😆😆

Volo/Abdirak

Lucretius x Ketheric

Emperor x Raphael

Please 🙏

My my, aren't we daring today~ Of course I'll give you a bit of each! I'll put all of them below the cut though so I can include samples, and this is the warning for NSFW below the cut~

Volo x Abdirak

Alright so technically I already did the pairing in the Volo series but I really want to do a bit more with them both, and play on that connection from the Goblin camp.

All I have on it so far is one line I did for another WIP game a while ago...

The long and drawn out screams of the prisoner in the next room were little comfort to the caged wizard – neither was the sound of heavy boots treading far too lightly towards his own cell.

So we're going for some Goblin Camp then maybe meeting again along the road? I'm not fully sold on the direction yet aside from "kinky fun".

Lucretius x Ketheric

Another one I only have a little done from an older WIP game but it's still on my list! Toying with how Ketheric is sort of undead but not undead, and Lucretius is very much accustomed to dealing with the fully dead/undead. So there's a bit of that and a bit of maybe pushing some stronger kink for "you can't kill me in a way that means anything" versus "oh but wouldn't it be fun if we try?"

It was generally considered bad for business for a necromancer to balk or even hesitate when faced with a subject, but similarly most necromancers didn’t expect their quarry to be quite so immune to the dying part.  Lucretius frowned at the groaning mass before her, turning her ire from one skeletal servant to another as her hands found a place on her hips. “Well? What am I supposed to do with this?”  The man in the wheelbarrow groaned, the sound not unlike a death rattle yet still his carcass remained stubbornly animated – it was going to be a long day.

OK last but not least, the further along WIP from a prompt far too long ago, my friend if you're reading this I'm so so sorry I will be tagging you the moment it is ready I promise...

Emperor x Raphael

A prequel, set around the time Emperor was running the Knights of the Shield beneath Baldur's Gate. Raphael is naturally always looking for useful pawns to add to his board, and someone with his fingers (and tentacles) in so many pies is too tempting to pass up.

Looking at heavy BDSM and some switching, testing each other's limits and the differences between them both physically and idealogically. Also, it's high key amusing to think of Raphael's disdain towards a player character sleeping with the Emperor as being based on a jealous ex vibe~

I have a fair bit more than this written so I'll just give the opening paragraphs for now...

“So, tell me,” the nobleman smiled, an expression not unlike a cat with its claws in the tail of its prey, “how is it that an illithid is sat at the head of the table, playing at being a grand protector – a Knight, to use your own title.”   A chill spread through his body – this was no human sat with a glass of wine in his hand, no ordinary man could see through the powerful illusion charms… The self proclaimed Knight felt his concentration on the spell that concealed his nature slipping – not that there was much point in attempting to maintain the ruse, now that it was clear the truth had already been revealed. He allowed the glamour to dissipate, the hood and mask of his cloak finally falling away to expose lilac skin and bright pink eyes set deep beneath his brow, tentacles at least free to move comfortably as the mindflayer switched to psychic communication instead. “You are no ordinary noble.”  “Very astute, Knight,” the man chose to use the claimed title in place of a name now, calm smile remaining in place as he took a sip of the wine. “You may call me Raphael, as for what I can be…that is entirely up to you.”  “Devil,” Knight surmised, deciding the name was as good as any. He was hardly Balduran any more, anyway. The numerous other pseudonyms of his disguises seemed equally pointless in the face of the smiling fiend. “Then you offer a bargain? You will find me a disappointing target, there is nothing I am willing to sell whatever remains of my soul for.”  “A soul is an interesting thing,” the devil smiled, a dark coin appearing between his fingers, lazy hand motions rolling in around the grip between knuckles. “But I find that an ally can have far more value to me than a mere soul.”   “Alliances can be valuable, or dangerous,” he carefully poured a measured sip of wine into his maw, savouring the vintage. It reminded him of a particularly long journey, many centuries past, with the wind in his hair… No wind here, nor hair either. “So which will you be? Valuable, or dangerous?”

I hope that satisfied your curiosity for now!

[kay-ous]

@the-circus-ctrl-key Jax and that whole AU is by @unfunnyaceartist ..

GummyBunny (s)/(bn)

(Aka @gummy-axolotl x Jax, ctrl-key ver)

Bc I said yesterday I’d do it ✨

Suggestive, plus all of gummy’s k1nks

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“Hey, Jax?” You wandered around, looking for Jax. You said you’d be coming over… where was that fluffy bastard?

You looked around the house some more, you heard… humming..?

You followed it and realized it was coming from a room, eh, it’s probably just Jax. You gently push the door open a bit, about to announce your arrival, as your eyes landed on him. It made your heart stop at the view you had.

Jax was changing just a bit away from you, he only had a shirt on, his boxers, and those fishnets that— god you almost forgot were there.. His little tail poking out as it seemed to wiggle just a bit, you couldn’t help but watch. Fffuck.. it didn’t help that he was already a flirty bastard who could literally code this world into looking or functioning differently because of his key, but fuck.. damnit he didn’t have to go flaunting that around..

Well, he isn’t flaunting it, now that you think about it, he’s in his room and your peaking—

“You know.” Jax stated, making you snap out of your internal dialogue, his eyes shifted and looked right at you, a smug smirk on his face, “I usually would make someone pay for this kind of service. The show ain’t free, gummy.”

You quickly moved away from the door, about to leave, “Hah- eh- nothin- I’m- bye-“ you stuttered, unable to get any clear words out. Before you were suddenly tugged back.

…You didn’t remember having something around your neck before-

“Mmh, nope, not letting you get away that easily, doll.” Jax said in that usual smug tone, tugging on what was around your neck gently.

You looked down. Oh… fuck. He made a chain appear. It was a fucking chain. Hehadyouonaleashohmygod-

You felt another tug, though this one wasn’t gentle, you pretty much fell over, maybe due to being too flustered at the sudden events, to be able to process shit.

“Looks like someone’s being a bit of a disobedient toy, eh~?” Jax purred, kneeling to your height on the ground, he twirled the chain in his hand, amused by your reaction.

Oh god this felt like a living fantasy right here, he was looking just over you had had you on a leash… that bitch knew it was one of your turn ons too.. it didn’t help that he was wearing pretty much nothing but boxers and those fishnets right now…

“I-I— uh… sorry…?” You apologized hesitantly, after pretty much dying internally, freaking out because of the situation. You had no clue what to say.. no clue.

Jax ‘frowned’, “Now now, that won’t do, now will it? Can’t let such a naughty toy go unpunished.” if you were in your right mind, you’d know damn well that he’s teasing you, that wasn’t a frown, he was just putting up that act… damn hot sadist.

Jax looked to the side, a teasing smirk making its way onto his face as he pulled you a bit closer, “But… knowing you, you’d be into that kind of shit. Kinky freak.”

Jax shrugged, “Than again, it makes my day to watch you squirm.” Jax wasn’t even bothered by the fact that you’d watched him change.. he was just taking any excuse to mess with you, not that you knew that.

You huffed and looked to the side, “Bastard-“

“Up-bup, eyes up here, dolly~” Jax tugged on the chain again.

“I’m not a pet, Jax-“ You tried to retort, despite your mind practically being a faint keyboard smash. You couldn’t believe you were holding it together this much.

Jax stood up, bringing you up with him, his free arm wrapping around your waist, “That’s right, you’re not a pet, you’re my toy.” Jax replied slyly

Jax leaned forward and purred in your ear, gently tugging the chain, since he knew what a kinky shit you are, “Either way, I bet you’d love if I treated you like that~ Like a wild animal… Heh…”

“Bet you’d love me to rail you like one.”

Okay now you couldn’t help yourself from coughing a bit in surprise, your face fully red. God damnit, the close position, the fucking chain, and being called that.. oh…. Oh hell he knew how to grind your gears…

“O-Oh lord-“

“Lord, hmm~? Can’t tell if you’re calling me your master or a god but..” Jax smirked smugly down at you, “Either way.. I can make pray on your knees, if that’s what ya got in mind~”

Holy shit, he didn’t have to do that. Talk about that kind of shit when he had you wrapped around him and on a leash.

“I-I— shxh-“ You could only make a flustered noise as he practically picked you up and walked over to his bed. “Jax-“

“Oh, my sweet toy…” Jax promptly pinned you down, you few it a chill go up your spine at the feeling, being stuck between him and the sheets, “When will you learn.. that I know all the dirty thoughts in your sick mind~”

Your body started to tremble softly as he leaned in, he whispered sensually in your ear, “All I need… is you to say yes, gummy…~”

“Mmph..” you tried to calm your shaky body and blushy face, you slowly nodded.

Jax tugged on the chain, “Didn’t hear that~” he teased, now knowing he had full permission, consent is hot, after all.

“P-Please..!”

Jax looked down at you, “You dirty little toy~” he teased at how you practically begged just now.

Fuck, you felt so embarrassed just now… at the same time you really just wanted him to play with you.

You could feel the bedsheets against your back as his chest pressed against yours— wait… you just had your shirt on- how the fuck did he take it off.

“How-“

“The key, doll. Now just relax, don’t worry… I’ll do it just like you like it, rough~”

…Damnit, he really had to tease you on how you liked it.

(Really suggestive/suggestive implications below)

You gasped as Jax bit into your shoulder, you could feel his teeth dig into your skin, “A-Ah..~” you couldn’t stifle the noise that passed through your lips.

Jax hummed contently, giving your chain a little tug, before moving and making more marks. Jax kissed roughly along the marks in your neck, “Heh.. you taste sweet, doll~” Jax purred, his free hand trailing down your side, “I just… can’t help but mark you as my own~”

“Y-Yeah I… can’t tell..~” You murmured as Jax continued sensually licking the sensitive marks. You gasped at the feeling, Jax saw this, as usual, he gave you that look, you knew it was his usual cocky look.

Jax chuckled, “Aww..~ You’re so sensitive.. I wonder how you’d feel if I…~” Jax teased, the hand that slid down your side, moved over to your crotch.

Your eyes went wide in surprise, too flustered to move or do anything but just stare at him. Fuck, he seemed to really want to make you squirm.

Jax gave your chain an occasional tug every now and again as he marked you up, his hand on your crotch was rubbing in a slight rhythm, you had to contain yourself from grinding up on him. He bit into that sensitive spot on your neck, “Jax..~!”

Jax paused for a moment, you went more red than before as you slowly looked at him, “…W-Why did you stop…?”

“…” Jax was quiet for a moment, before biting into that spot again, you didn’t have time to cover your mouth and letting out another noise.

Jax smirked and thought to himself, he found a weak spot, oh and you seemed to love it. “Let’s see how long you can hold those noises in for.”

You saw that look, oh he was scheming. Your body was trembling in both arousal and anticipation, “What d-do you mean by— AH~!”

Oh it would be a looooonnng night, gummy~

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Probs short, but whatever 💃🕺

[spennufall]

May Never Make it Out Challenge

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP / fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart

Thank you @unfortunate17 for tagging me! I don't know many ppl on tumblr so maybe @jordensgolde would like to try?

Anyway, my excerpt is actually a fic that's fully planned, like there's two parts and about 10 chapters per part. I worked a bit on it when I got sick but I think if it does come out it won't be before I'm done with both Fantasy and Kidnapper AUs!

So enjoy chapter one of an horror AU ig?

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January embers

Chapter One: You can't be careful on a skateboard

October 1988

The rain was heavy, falling in big, fat droplets that hit the pavement in an orchestra of splashing sounds. The whole town was taken by surprise by what was now more of a storm than a simple downpour. The streets were quickly deserted, everyone seeking cover from the rain. It was supposed to be a bright day, albeit a little cold, nothing strange for the middle of October in Maine.

The Norling brothers had thought it was a great opportunity to practice some of their skateboarding skills. They got caught by the storm, and were now running up the street leading to their house in the fanciest part of town. Panting with the effort, they exchanged chuckles every once in a while when their eyes met. Hair plastered to their heads, their clothes hanging heavily on them, wet and clinging to their skin, each step they took made a squeaky sound as their wet shoes slipped against the ground.

Erik was up first, his board tucked under his arm. He was the fastest of the two - as he always was typically the best at everything, Wille would say - but he couldn't help but look back at Wille, who was trailing behind. His eyes didn't catch the way Wille's shoelaces were untied, and he was about to shout yet another word of encouragement along the lines of "come on, we're almost there", but Wille tripped on his shoelace. He stumbled a bit, but couldn't catch himself before he face planted on the wet ground.

He let out a loud whimper as Erik echoed with a gasp, letting his board fall wood down on the grass to crouch beside him. Wille didn't manage to use his hands to stop the fall, as he too was holding his board. Said board he let go in his fall, letting in roll away down the slippery slope of the street.

"Ow, fuck!" Wille exclaimed, watching helplessly as the board rolled down to the open manhole on the other side of the street.

"No cussing, Wille!" Erik laughed, before helping him up on his feet. "You okay?" He asked, assessing his brother's state. Wille twisted his arms, showing angry red scratches on his elbows, nothing a good disinfectant wouldn't fix. Erik wiped Wille's chin off of the blood there with the back of his hand.

"Jut a lil' cut. Maybe you'll get a bad ass scar, lil' man!"

Wille groaned, rubbing at his elbows and jerking his head away from Erik. "It's alright… But I lost the board. Mom's gonna kill me…"

Erik chuckled again and stood up, wiping some water off of his brows. "We just gotta go down and get it back, easy peasy!" He shrugged, and started walking towards the manhole. He peered inside, Wille staying behind, hesitating a bit. But he followed, he always followed, and looked down at the hole too. It was pitch black down there.

"Are you seriously suggesting we go down the sewers?" He asked with a shaky voice. If Erik was brave and a little reckless, Wille was more of a scaredy cat. And right now, he preferred to face his mother's wrath than to set foot in there. Erik didn't have any of it though, and he sat down at the edge of the manhole, his legs hanging in.

He looked up at Wille, grinning from ear to ear. For him, it was clearly another adventure. "Hell yeah! Come on, don't be a pussy, Wille!"

Shaking his head vehemently, Wille took a step back. "Nuh-uh! No way! Go by yourself, I'd rather get my ass whipped!"

Erik barked a laugh. "Kinky, Wille!"

And before Wille could retort anything, Erik let himself fall down the hole. He landed with a loud splash and a "ew!".

"Serves you right!" Wille shouted, only to hear Erik yell: "Fuck you! Be useful and go fetch dad's flashlight, will ya!"

Wille groaned, of course he didn't think twice before jumping in. He started running back to the house anyway, collecting Erik's board on the lawn as he passed in front of it.

Erik trained his ear, listening to the fading sounds of his brother's retreating footsteps. He felt a little dumb to not have thought about the light before, but that wouldn't be the first time he went head down into something without thinking it through.

He stepped aside, hiding from the rain that continued to pour down the hole, effectively drenching him. Looking around, he could only see for about two meters before the darkness envelopped his surroundings. It was eerily silent too, the only noise coming from the water dropping down. He could feel, more than see, the water lapping down at his calves. Erik took a deep breath, surprised the smell wasn't as awful as he'd expected, Wille could have gotten down, really.

He needed to get his brother to present a stronger front to the world, but today wasn't the day, apparently. He'd think later about a way to make him "man up" a little, but for now, he needed to find that board before the dragon they called mom could take this as another opportunity to belittle Wille. Why she did this, Erik had no idea. Every time he swore he'd talk to her about it, that maybe he could get her to go easier on him, but every time he looked down and turned around to go console Wille instead.

Erik moved his foot around, trying to feel the ground around him. The board shouldn't be so far away, surely it couldn't have rolled down there with all the water. Tapping the ground with his foot, he walked a bit around the tunnel, not wanting to put his hands down the dirty water.

Then, something hit him. Rather, he smelled something. Something sweet? That was weird. Those were sewers, they were supposed to smell like piss, shit and trash, not fucking pop corn. Sniffing around, Erik stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it.

Two eyes. Bright, yellow, staring back at him. Too high up to be those of a cat or any other four-legged creature. Before Erik could get a proper look, a voice called out to him.

"Are you looking for this, Erik?"

Erik looked down, beneath those eyes. A glowed hand was extended towards him, holding a small board decorated with bright band stickers he knew originally belonged to Simon Eriksson, Wille's best friend. Erik looked back up, locking gazes with those eyes.

"It's… It's my brother's board. It fell down the manhole." He stepped forward, trying to reach for the board. "Thank you, for finding it."

"It's a nice board, Erik. It's also nice of you to play fetch for your little brother. Does that happen often?"

Erik frowned. That voice was grating at his nerves, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Still, he didn't back down. "Does what happen often?"

"You, crawling into shit to fix your brother's mistakes." The voice got closer, and Erik could finally see who was talking. A tall, crouched down clown, clad in a dirty white outfit, his face painted white too, with an enormous forehead adorned with an orange curly wig. The man was ridiculous, but the way he talked, the way he looked at Erik with those hungry eyes… It made him step back.

"Not cool dude, don't know what's your deal, just gimme the board back." Erik tried, reaching for the board.

The clown pulled it back to him. "Oh, come on. You're not very polite there, mister Norling." The clown smiled, wide, showing his yellow front teeth. "Don't you want Wille's board back so mommy won't kick him?"

Erik froze. He hadn't realized it just yet, but that clown didn't say things randomly. He knew things about Erik, about Wille, about their family. He knew them and he used them to make Erik's blood boil. "Who the hell are you?!"

His voice was more a squeal now, and he hated himself from not managing to control it. He exhaled a shaky breath, stepping back again. Maybe for once Wille could handle Kristina's wrath. Maybe he could pretend August stole it. It wouldn't be a first. Maybe-

"Me? I'm Pennywise, and I'll give you the board back. If you just say 'please'." He smiled even wider, and Erik wondered how his cheeks could still be intact.

He swallowed, hard. This was when he noticed that he couldn't hear the rain anymore. Still, he didn't dare to turn around and check if it was his imagination. He had a feeling that if he took his eyes off of the clown, it would be the last thing he did.

"Please?" He squeaked, extending his hand again. He could see his own finger shake in the corner of his eyes, still fixed on the clown.

"Good boy." He cooed, lifting the board up to Erik's hand again.

Erik grabbed the truck under the board to have a secure grip on it, and tugged it. It didn't move. The clown didn't let go of it. Erik inhaled, stepping back again, trying to pull on the board slightly.

The clown wasn't moving. It stared right at him, his eyes devoid of any emotions. It stared right at him, and Erik felt like it was staring at his very soul.

"Come on-" He pulled harder on the board, feeling the urge to get the fuck out from there.

The board came to him this time, and Erik almost smiled.

Almost, cause the second thing he felt after he felt the clown's grip on the board loosen, was a sharp pain in his neck.

Looking down, all he saw was orange, orange fluffy and dirty hair, right next to his nose. He could breathe in the stinky smell of the clown, and feel something wet and thick run down his neck. He felt, more than heard, the loud scream ripping from his throat.

"ERIK?!"

Wille had finally found the flashlight. He ran back down the street, right back to the manhole, flinging his head through it without hesitation.

Oh Erik wished he could've seen his little brother, how he had bravely jumped down the sewer when Erik didn't answer his calls. How he looked around for hours, calling his name over and over, sinking down into the scary, dark tunnels until his throat hurt and his legs shook too much. He wished he could've seen the first time Wille was brave enough to forgot his own safety in order to find his big brother.

But all Erik could see was red. Red lips, shining over a big red mouth, red balloons, obscuring his vision, red blood, painting the sewers' walls and the water around them.

The only thing Wille found that day was Erik's carabiner, holding his house keys and the little frog keychain Wille had won at the fair three years before, the green plastic now tainted with dark, angry red stains.

[chublov1]

Hiiiiii, I’ve commented before here but it was without a signature-

I adore the way you write weight gain and corruption themes, it just scratches the kinky part of my brain so good.

I wanted to suggest my favorite character, Amber! Maybe after the situation with Dvalin was resolved, there’s been alot less work for the outrider to do…and maybe she starts getting nice and chubby, realizing that she doesn’t hate the softness. Plus, the plenty of festivals Mondstadt has won’t do anything to slim her down… Not to mention all the other knights seem very supportive of her recent gain, taking her out to Good Hunter and gifting her plenty of food more and more frequently. With all these factors, what else can she do except give in to her most hedonistic desires~ Just an idea I had!

-💛 Nemo

Hii, thank you so much!! Corruption is something that I think I subconsciously enjoyed for longer than I could put a name to it. It's fun when I can pinpoint exactly what I like about a kink and then go full speed ahead with that type of plotline~

And as for Amber... 👀

I think the only time I ever wrote her before was as Eula's feeder in one of my first (unfinished, unposted) feedism fics, but boy do I love the idea of a bubbly character becoming just fully immersed with their body and slowly but surely focusing more on indulgence than responsibilities... With a supportive environment, too? That's so dreamy <3

I want those close to her to become protective and enable her, I want them to swoon over her and spoil her, I want her to be KoF mascot more than anything else. She'll be their pride and bring people comfort with her energetic nature, way more focused on her work within the walls of Mondstadt City... Where she has to walk less, on even paths and with yummy food at every corner... Maybe she's okay with being a little domesticated bunnyrabbit <3

[neoarchipelago]

Genuine question. Not hate

Tw//mentions of hyper-sexuality/sa/r*pe/kms

I’ve highlighted main points

I fully believe that people who are hypersexual are entitled to write about sa/r*pe because it’s a way to cope with trauma.Although writing about sa/r*pe when nothing has happened to you is an entirely different thing especially when you don’t tag non-con/dub-con.

Because you aren’t writing to cope with anything,you’re writing because you find a literal crime that affects millions of people kinky.

It’s not kinky it’s weird.

I understand that consent may not be mentioned in their writing because sometimes it’s hard to write consent in,but they make it clear that it is consensual,but when the reader/oc is saying things like “stop.” “Get off.” Etc. it’s fucking weird especially when you haven’t had the trauma.

I understand that maybe just a little that telling someone to k themselves maybe isn’t the best response but what else can you do? I understand that you can block them but it just makes no sense to write about it full stop.

It’s not a kink,it’s a crime and traumatic to the victim especially considering that barely any r*pists are jailed.

So again as a genuine question,why do you think it’s okay to write about sa/r*pe if you don’t have the trauma and therefore aren’t using it to cope.

Hi! First of all thank you for being respectful and having a civilized conversation with me! (It's apparently rare)

You are entitled to your opinion, to think that this kink is weird, or these writings are horrible! And it's totally ok to voice it out! You are doing so, somewhat respectfully!

Writing is a hard activity. Especially in the beginning. It might be hard to write consent or you may simply want to write non-con or dub-con for the plot or not.

I'd like to specify this kink: it's actually called CNC (consensual non consensual) which is the fantasy of being r@ped. Now the mind itself doesn't agree with it in general and people who have this kink find it absolutely horrible and are against it! It's a sexual play between parties. Works of Fiction are a way to roll with the kink! Just like being kidnapped, or tied up! Obviously you'd find it horrible in an actual threatening setting to anyone! But in a sexual, safe environment it can be thrilling.

Now it's not for everyone! Can be very triggering! And I fully agree with you that not putting the Right tags, the right warnings is actually pretty harmful!! It can trigger victims or even traumatize readers!

Writers be very careful about it please!!

That being said, if these warnings are well there, and you're triggered by it, DO NOT READ IT! No one's forcing you to read and these are here to make sure you avoid doing so!!

The part I don't agree with you is "well what can you do?". I think it's quite a very light response to possible suicide as an answer to a work of fiction. Block the Tag, voice your opinion through points and without hate towards people! I avoid reading many things I find triggering, especially works with suicide in them because I'm heavily triggered. But just like people who write murder or horror fics, they're writing fiction and I can't blame them for work!

I protect myself above all. The Internet is wild but it's a free virtual world where saying things isn't light. You'll see things you don't like, you hate or find triggering. And unfortunately you'll seem people pushing others to suicide. Unfortunately... When it works, there's only nothing left behind but grief and words typed.

Please, make the difference between reality and fiction! Writers are writing fictional things! They do not agree with r@pe or murder! No one should kill themselves because of a work of fiction!

And If you're struggling with depression, or these kind of hateful comments please, PLEASE speak out!!! There are people who can help you! You are worth so much!