#ratt's smut

[rattsmxt]

⚠️SEBASTIAN SMUT AND SLIGHT GORE⚠️

Gender neutral reader

Please note that English is not my first language, sorry in advance for any typos.

"This is what you wanted all along, didn't you, expendable?" Sebastian murmured near your ear, making you shiver while his fangs touched your skin in the form of hard, dangerous kisses. Warm blood poured from the bites, creating thin, red rivers that the fish cleaned with his tongue.

You couldn't reply, not when moans and grunts where the only thing that came out from your mouth.

Yes, this is what you wanted all this time. To fuck him, to be used as a toy, to see the two dicks hidden under his skin. He only needed one hand to trap you and sat you into his tail, kissing you like a brute. His long tongue tried to go down your throat, but it stopped when you nearly choke during the kiss.

Now, still sitting in his tail, he penetrated you violently with one cock, while the other humped against your bare back, leaving traces of luminescent cum. It was hard and really big, when you first saw it, you nearly passed out from the impression and the burning need to feel that monster ripping you from the inside.

"Are you enjoying this experience, friend?" he said with a grim on his face. Yes, yes, of course you were, but you couldn't respond, not with all that pleasure making your body twitch. His grasp tightened around your hip, moving you up and down much more faster. You looked at the way he only needs one hand to grab you whole, it made your arousal reach higher levels. "Then, keep moaning for me, expendable".

[he-goes-down]

For bae @b4ook3 🫶🫶

Masterlist

Dancing On Glass

pairing: Warren DeMartini x reader

Warnings: hate sex, F!dom, M!sub, riding, tied up

Second Person POV:

“Fuck you.”

You said with gritting teeth as you took Warren by the collar, lifting his torso closer to you as you straddled his lap. You wanted to smack him so bad, him not realising that this girl at the party was coming onto him. You hated it. You hated him. He looked up into your eyes, his glistening with slight fear and confusion but underlined with severe lust. It made your stomach weak, but you had to show that this time he has no effect on you. Tying his hands against the headboard, whilst you pushed his torso down and he fell in the mattress below. “Baby, fuck-…” “You don’t get to speak.” You told him sternly, shutting him up. His dick getting harder by the second underneath you by your words. You began to grind on his bulge, purely for your pleasure, you didn’t care what he wanted, he was going to take what you gave him. He groaned at the feeling of you getting off him to take his pants off. Pulling down his jeans and boxers roughly as well as taking your pants off but staying in your black lace panties that drove him wild. He struggled trying to get out of the retrains, wanting to touch you and feel you. “Stop fucking moving.” You hissed at him. “God baby please… I’m sorry- just let me-…” he began “ What the fuck did I tell you about speaking.” You told him. Shutting him up once more and a whimper came out his mouth, unconsciously.

His naked throbbing dick grazing over your clothed soaking pussy, making him whine, just wanting to be inside of you. You made your clit grind against his tip after taking off your panties. You moaned at it as his precum began to drip on your clit, lubricating it. Throwing your head back as your held onto Warrens shoulders for support, gripping onto them tightly, nails digging into his skin, making him whimper in pain. Your head dipped back forward, starring him in the eyes, with unbelievable lust and rage. That stupid fucking hot face of his. You couldn’t take it anymore. He whined and moaned loudly as you snapped your hips down onto him roughly taking his cock in, his tip touching the very back of your hole with a striking force. You grunted, swallowing down moans as you continued to carry your self up and down his dick. Warren moaned loudly under you but you muffled the noises by placing your hand over his mouth. “Listen to me, and listen to me closely. You’re gonna cum when I tell you too. Understand?” You said. He whined against your hand and nodded quickly, his eyes widening, the ends pricking with tears. He’d never seen you like this. And it was so fucking hot. You wanted to wipe that lustful face off him so badly, he’s supposed to feeling the rage coursing in your veins. All his fault.

You felt him twitch inside you as you continued your harsh dick riding. You moved your hand away from his mouth and held his face, fingers digging into his cheeks, mouth slightly open, hearing his hard breathing. “Cum. I dare you. See what fucking happens to you.” You said, he tried to suppress his orgasm for as long as he can. You had soon came in his dick, dripping down his cock and leaking to his crotch. You continued to ride him but slowly, milking out his orgasm that was about to come. His hips bucked up into you. Legs and body twitching, hard sighs and groans falling from his lips. Pleading for himself to release into you. “Fine. You can have your fucking cum in me.” You said hand still on his face but pushing it roughly away as you started to ride him roughly again. “Oh fuck!-…” he yelled as you shot his warm cum into you. Panting heavily from his strong orgasm, sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest.

“I fucking love it when you hate me.”

A/n: IM SORRY BAE THIS WAS ABSOLUTE DOOKIE

[littleplasticrat]

Omg ding dong it's sin time!!!!!

Based on a fic by @theycallmeratt which was in turn based on a confession to @naughtybg3confessions

Zladdy (Zlorb, the Strange Ox) has rewritten my neural pathways forever

FULL NSFW BELOW THE CUT BYEEEEE

[dollfacefantasy]

DREAM INCARNATE ♡

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you're all logan has left of the past. and when he has nightmares about that night at the mansion, you're the only thing that can keep him from falling victim to the memories that haunt him.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, dubcon, p in v, thigh fucking, somnophilia, cockwarming at the end, nightmares, brief descriptions of blood, injury, and death

wc: 2.7k

kinktober slot: day 14 - somnophilia

The second he steps off the bike he hears your scream, and he already knows he's too late.

The sound echoes across the open expanse of land in front of the school. It's the two syllables of his name, shrieked with pure terror. His feet pound against the stone driveway as he begins sprinting to the main entrance.

Behind the school, an orange glow radiates. It flickers every few seconds, making shadows dance across the lawn in front of him. He knows it's from a fire. He could smell the smoke for miles down the road.

As he reaches the big wooden doorways, that scent morphs into one of blood. The metallic odor is so strong it nearly makes him nauseous. He swallows down his disgust though in favor of getting inside.

He couldn't be too late. He just couldn't be. Everyone's gonna be ok. It's bad, but not as bad as he thinks.

In a way, he was right. It wasn't as bad as he thought. It was so much worse.

His claws are out as soon as he swings the heavy door open, but it's in vain. There's no opponents there waiting for him. Instead, he finds Charles's wheelchair knocked over and empty. He swears his heart drops and his stomach hollows out. In his entire life, he never recalled feeling such horror.

He continues down the entrance hall. The interior of the building is quiet. All the noise, yelling and chanting, comes from outside, probably wherever that fire is. As he walks, he peers into rooms that have been left open. He sees blood smeared across the floor and spattered onto the wall. Bodies peek out from behind ransacked furniture.

When he turns the corner, he finds the first victim. Jean lies there, crumpled up and lifeless. He doesn't have to check on her to know she's dead. Several feet away against the wall Scott sits slumped over, also motionless and morbidly unresponsive. His glasses rest on the floor beside him, the right lens cracked.

He walks faster. The gravity of seeing his teammates like this weighs him down, but he has to get to you. He heard you. There's a chance they haven't finished you off yet.

On the way there, he passes Beast and Rogue and Storm and finally Charles, all in similar states to the first two of his friends he saw. Each one feels worse than any of the bullets he'd taken in his nearly two centuries of life. His mind grows frantic the farther he walks through the aftermath of the massacre. He's desperate to find you when he finally reaches the last room he hadn't checked.

The classroom with large glass windows along the back wall. It had always been your favorite. You loved all the plants in there and how sunlight bathed the room in warmth through those transparent panes.

Now, the desks that had been in neat rows pile on top of each other in haphazard clusters. The board at the end of the room displays some message about killing all mutants. He doesn't catch the specifics because he doesn't care. The only thing he can see is you, limp and mangled below it.

The words above are scrawled in red, and the puddle of scarlet surrounding you leaves no question as to what kind of ink they used.

When he gets to you, you're still twitching. Your eyes are fading, but for the moment, he can still see you inside them.

"I'm here," he chokes out, "I'm here, baby. You called for me. I'm here."

You blink slowly. Without seeing the surrounding scenery, it would look like you were just sleepy, waking up from a lazy afternoon nap. But unlike those occasions, your gaze doesn't hold any love. All he can feel radiating off of you is fear.

"Logan?" you whimper before coughing. Your chest rattles with the urge to clear the blood making it hard for you to breathe. He tries to soothe you through it as best he can, but there's not much he can do.

You regain yourself and continue on with what you had been trying to say.

"Where were you? Why didn't you help us?" you ask, tears gathering in your eyes.

"I- I was- I'm sorry," he says instead of answering the questions. He doesn't want to waste time with any of his pathetic explanations. "I'm here now. We're gonna get you out of here, and it's going to be ok."

Tears leak from your eyes, one rolling out from the inner corner. He can see the streams of water trailing down your face from the glow outside the windows.

"Why didn't you help us?" you cry again, "Why did you leave us to die? Why did you leave me?"

Then his eyes open.

Unlike his usual nightmares, he doesn't yell or shoot straight up when he regains consciousness. His claws don't pop out ready to tear apart the imagined threat. This time, he only jerks a little with a strained gasp. After that, he feels frozen, as if his joints locked in place.

His chest puffs with shallow breaths. It takes his mind a few minutes to catch up. While staring at the dark ceiling above, the image of you dying begins to fade away. That hadn't happened. That wasn't how that part of the night had played out.

The rest of his dream, however, had been more based in reality. Those images of the others strewn across the mansion are harder to clear. He rubs his rough palm over his face, trying to push them away. But he can already feel the ache of self-loathing and guilt gnawing at his insides.

He tries to remember the things you told him on the few rare occasions you had to console him. There's nothing to do about it now. It's in the past. All you can do is try to be better for the future.

Your voice plays these reminders through his head. They help bring him back down a little. He feels the plush comfort of your mattress beneath him and your blankets draped over him. The room is silent except for the muted hum of the air conditioner. There's no screaming or chanting or fire crackling. The smell of death is gone. All there is now is the scent of you.

As he goes through this list, he feels some movement beside him. His head turns, and his eyes land on you. You had shifted around a little in your sleep, rolling onto your other side so that you're facing away from him. He hears you let out a little unconscious sigh.

Even though he couldn't see your face, the vision of you lying there peacefully, completely unaware of his turmoil, brings the slightest bit of softness to his eyes.

He reaches over and rubs the small of your back. You look so delicate right now. He rolls onto his side in the same way you're facing, scooting closer.

The sight of your clean pajamas puts him at ease faster than anything else. There's no blood, no torn seams or other signs of pain. The thin baby blue fabric clings to your figure. He tucks his fingers beneath it, sliding his hand up the warm, smooth expanse of your back. They drag up and down along the path of your spine. He feels you melt a little, growing more relaxed as he strokes you. The idea brings him more comfort, that you were just as soothed by his presence as he was yours.

He doesn't understand how you still feel that way about him after everything. Most days he still questioned why you didn't hate him after what happened to the others. He wouldn't blame you for casting him aside like everyone else did.

But he's trying to do as you often tell him and not dwell on the past. So instead, he focuses on the fact that he needs more of you.

He removes his hand from under your shirt and uses both arms to pull your body to him. His muscular arms encircle your smaller frame and situate you right against his chest like a little teddy bear. Nuzzling into the back of your neck, he can smell your lotion. The light and airy aroma loosens the lingering tension in his shoulders.

He lays some kisses against the skin too. You're so precious in this condition, limp and pliable, easy for him to hold and love on. He needs you like this when he feels this way. As much as your words bring him peace of mind, sometimes he just wants to feel you. To feel that you're still here and that you're safe.

Plus, the physical aspect of holding you also calms him down more than he'd probably ever admit out loud. It's just so hard to be upset when he has the round curve of your ass pressed up against him. Nothing wards off the bad memories like you in his grasp. 

He smooths his palms across your belly, gliding them upwards beneath your shirt to cup your breasts. His large hands squeeze them gently. Though the touch is inherently sexual, it's also comforting. He kneads them for a moment before bringing one back down to your pelvis and tucking it under your panties.

You squirm a little from the sudden feeling of being confined and explored. He hears you mumble something incoherent and spots your eyes fluttering a bit.

"Shhh, it's ok, baby. It's just me," he whispers while laying lazy kisses up the column of your throat to below your ear, "You're ok. I've got you."

That's enough to get you to close your eyes again and settle in his arms, but you still babble something he can barely make out.

"Mhm, I know," he murmurs, "You just go back to sleep for me, honey. You're being such a good girl. Giving me just what I need."

He watches you deflate back into your dreams. By now, he's started to fill out beneath the pair of loose sweatpants he had on. He grinds his bulge against your ass with measured rolls of his hips. A soft sigh fans over your shoulder.

At the same time, his fingers in the front swirl around your clit. He teases the little bundle of nerves, drawing tiny patterns of pleasure over it. Your hips push back against him in response. The increased pressure against his cock only drives his need for you more.

His digits drag down your slit and back up to your little nub. He works on you until you're nice and slick between your thighs, ready to take him.

He shifts around a little, adjusting the waistband on his pants to pull his length out. The thick appendage throbs with need for you. He strokes it a few times, feeling the heat beneath his fingers. His other set of digits hooks around the seat of your shorts and panties and pulls them to the side. Pushing his hips forward, he slides his shaft between your thighs.

Your folds engulf him perfectly. He groans softly before beginning to rock his pelvis. He moves in small strokes. The motion isn't rough or primal, just slow and needy. Each drag against your velvety skin coats his cock in your arousal.

His arms get tighter around you. He makes sure he's not holding too tight, not wanting to accidentally snap a rib during this process. You just feel so fucking good. He has to have you so close it feels as though he's trying to absorb you. 

He buries his face in your neck, little puffs of air blowing on your skin with each grunt he makes. More wetness gathers where the two of you meet as he keeps thrusting. He feels the fat tip of his cock nudge your clit. He can feel the way your legs squirm at that sensation too.

In your sleep, your hands drift up to hold one of his forearms. You whine softly, but it's crackly and broken. It's not a choice, just a subconscious reaction to the pleasure sizzling between your hips.

He works a little faster now, back and forth, back and forth. Without thinking about it, he lightly bites your shoulder. He doesn't use enough pressure to hurt, but he also is pretty sure there will be marks when he finally lets go.

The dull ache on your shoulder combined with the teasing flicker on your cunt still doesn't wake you. Your eyes don't open until he angles himself back and pops the first couple inches of his shaft into your entrance.

That's when your gossamer lashes lift from your cheeks in the direction of your brow. It takes you a few blinks to comprehend the sensation. You feel the heat of him all around you right away. The mild stretching down below makes your head spin.

He sees you waking and swoops in again, mouth releasing your flesh and migrating to the shell of your ear.

"That feel good, princess?" he mutters as he bottoms out.

After a few lazy blinks, you're able to nod. Your fingers dig into his forearm a little harder.

"Good. Just relax and enjoy it for me, ok?" he mumbles.

He starts to thrust, pumping himself into you at a slow, steady pace. His movements remain controlled. Now wasn't the time to fuck like survival depended on it. That's not what this is about. He has all he needs like this, and he can tell you do too.

You nod to that second question before shutting your eyes again. He feels your head going limp against your pillow and rewards your compliance with some soothing kisses to the area he had bitten before.

"Sweet, sweet girl," he grunts. It's more to himself than you. He's not even sure you'll hear it.

Your body is relaxed again with a handful more thrusts. He doesn't think you're fully asleep, probably drifting on some middle ground between lucidity and sleep.

His cock throbs within you. You're so tight and warm, wetter than you were on the outside. He knows he probably won't last much longer, but that's ok. There didn't need to be a big finish right now.

He pants against your skin, his face tensing with the need to release. His fingers dig into the skin of your chest. The heat in his stomach keeps rising higher and higher as the pressure does the same.

It gets to a point that it finally snaps and his hips jerk, clapping against your ass. He spills deep inside you. The warmth floods your belly. He feels your legs go taut and the way your walls spur him on by contracting around his cock.

He fucks it into you slowly. His body also feels tense for the moment, taking care to remain gentle with you. His hips move in slow rolls to work his cum deeper into you, but they eventually slow down to the occasional twitch. And then finally nothing.

"Gonna be all messy now..." you grumble.

He chuckles against your skin, the sound raspy and low. "I'll clean you up in the morning," he whispers and kisses below your ear, this time the peck chaste. Nothing but pure love in the gesture.

You hum with acknowledgement before yawning. There's a brief pause after that. He stays inside of you, needing to feel that snug embrace for a bit longer. No sound comes from either of you. He's pretty sure you're trying to sleep again, but then you speak.

"Did you have a nightmare?" you whisper.

He hesitates. You already knew the answer. There was no other reason to ask if not to confirm. That doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like showing weakness.

But he's honest with you anyway.

"Mhm," he hums.

You nod, contemplating your next words. "Do you feel better now?" you decide to ask.

"Yeah, baby. You fixed me right up," he responds just as quietly. 

And it's the truth. For the moment, he's better. Tomorrow he'll probably have another one of these things, but for tonight you've cured him. He keeps holding you close and finally shuts his eyes again.

[ramblingoak]

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[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part three // billy hargrove x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, underage drinking, drinking and then driving, smut, billy masturbates, oral (f receiving), p in v, uh body fluids?

Billy liked you. You mostly kept to yourself but you were a wild child, he could tell. He’d seen you through your window, dancing in your room while you blasted music and drank beers. Every few hours you’d go outside for a smoke and he’d close his blinds so you couldn’t see him. He loved the music he could hear coming from your window. Metallica, Skid Row, Ratt, Def Leppard, Dio and the occasional Black Sabbath. When you’d dive into New Wave you’d lose him a bit until he’d seen how much fun you were having. You seemed carefree but yet there was something reserved about you. Something maybe he could tease out of you.

He’d definitely pleasured himself to the thought of it, not until after thumbing through his girly magazines but your face and wild hair flooded his mind when he looked at the girls in the magazine. He’d tossed the magazine on the ground, laying back on his bed and palmed himself through his jeans. He thought about the way you’d look riding him with your hair and tits bouncing. The way your mouth would hang open but the sides of your lips tugged up in a smile and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans and started stroking himself long and slow at first. He imagined your eyes getting misty and you panting, making his movements quicker and quicker. Then he imagined his name falling out of your lips and he came undone, spilling out over his hand and shirt. When he’d cleaned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his blinds, seeing you perched outside having your own cigarette and he couldn’t help but think maybe you’d just done the same thing he did. It was midnight, after all.

The next day at school, you wore leather pants and he knew he was in for another late night.

—

Halloween came slower than he had wanted but it was finally here. He couldn’t be bothered to put together a costume but he wore his favorite leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves with his tightest 501’s. He’d spent a substantial amount of time in the bathroom. Max banging on the door to tell him to get a move on but Neil knocking on the door had him out of there sooner than he’d wanted. He finished his hair routine in his room, blinds open to see if he could get a glimpse of you getting ready. He grabs his cologne, dabbing on it neck and then just above his dick, on the blonde curls neatly trimmed there. He did this anytime he went on. Just in case, he told himself.

When he’s finished, he quietly slips out his house, making sure not to shut the door too hard. He jogs up to your house and knocks three times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waits. He expects you to answer but instead your father does and Billy’s a bit apprehensive, he doesn’t do well with parents. Plus, he’s not wearing a shirt.

Your dad is kind, he lets you do your own thing and tries not to interfere too much. He opens the door and tells Billy, “Past the kitchen, first door on the left.”

Billy is thankful your dad forgoes the formalities. He gets a glimpse of your brother, roughly Max’s age, sitting on couch with a costume he can’t quite pick out. He’s got those visor sunglasses on but nothing else gives an indication of what he’s supposed to be.

As Billy makes it to the hall he can hear your choice of music. Still of the Night by Whitesnake making your door vibrate. The musics loud enough that Billy doesn’t even bother knocking, twisting the door open to reveal you standing in your bra looking down at the two shirts laid out on your bed with a pensive look on your face. Billy moves to shut the door again but you stop him. “Wait, help,” you say and you’ve already had a few beers, the alcohol in your system giving you a bit of confidence and shoving your inhibitions further away.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking at you inquisitively. “I don’t know which one to pick,” you admit, gesturing to the shirts on your bed. One is a leather halter top and the other is a cropped black button up with eccentric buttons.

Obviously Billy leans towards the halter top, pointing at it without a thing to say. You nod, “I was thinking that one too.”

You slip it on, then grabbing a studded leather jacket and putting that on as well. You turn to him, “Okay, I’m ready.”

He looks at your eye makeup and tilts his head, knowing this must be a costume but not sure what of. His curiosity obvious to you so you tell him, “I’m Alice Cooper.”

“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he quips and you giggle which is not something he’d heard from you yet. He loves the sound.

You open your door and pull him through it, letting go of his jacket when you get into the kitchen because you don’t want your dad to read into this. Billy is just giving you a ride to the party, nothing more.

“Bye,” you tell your dad with a kiss to the cheek.

“Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as you and Billy slip out the door. Billy thinks about how nice of an interaction that was. How your dad didn’t try to control any aspect of you and how that made him a bit jealous.

You walk to his Camaro, feeling your buzz as you tell him, “I love your car, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

He slips inside, sliding his key in the ignition and turning it. The blue car comes alive with a rumble and it makes your body tingle. He pumps the acceleration a few times to really drive the point across, putting on a show for you.

You hum happily, lighting a cigarette as he peels out, down the street and the houses flying by. The comfortability you feel in this moment is something you wanna feel forever. If you could forever feel the buzz of alcohol and a pretty boy driving you anywhere fast, you would.

Billy has a Ted Nugent cassette in and you cringe, there’s only one song on this album you like. You prop open his glove box and dig through the tapes he has, but nothing quite feels right for the moment. You purse your lips as you lean back, excited for the party. You lived for this stuff, everyone was a little more laid back at parties, they got along.

“Had you a little pre party, did ya?” Billy asks, turning the music down.

“A few beers while I got ready,” you shrug, wondering if you seemed drunk already.

Billy makes it to a stretch of road with no curves for at least a few miles, “Me too.” and with the words he floors it.

You scream with a huge smile on your face, your hands gripping the sides of the seat. The way you sound drives him a little insane, feeling the way his dick twitches in his tight pants at getting the reaction from you. Wild child, he thinks as he glances at you. He’d always wanted girls to act this way. You didn’t talk too much, you didn’t tell him meaningless details about your day at the mall or the gossip at school. You could be uptight but it was in an alluring way, a way that had him wanting more.

However, he didn’t expect for you to disappear the second you arrive at the party. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. But once Tommy saw him, he was ushering him to the keg and telling him he just had to beat Steve’s record. He doesn’t see you again for about two hours, catching you inside with your makeup smeared as you take a shot of whiskey with a group of guys. He feels protective, snaking his way between you and some kid he’s seen around school.

You grin at the resurgence of Billy, loving that you can see the sweat and beer on his bare chest. You’ve had enough to drink to where you’re no longer pushing the sexual thoughts you have about him down. They’re now at the forefront of your mind when you see him.

“Have a shot with me!” you insist, pouring Billy one before he can answer. But he couldn’t say no to you anyhow.

You cheers, clinking your glasses together before tapping them on the counter and then down the hatch they go. You two don’t break eye contact the entire time. The group of men around you had kind of dispersed when Billy walked up, aside from two of them. The four of you somewhat engage in conversation but a song comes on that makes you wanna dance.

The Lovecats by The Cure isn’t necessarily Billy’s thing but he doesn’t protest as you drag him into the crowd of teenagers dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body into yours. He places his hands on your hips, swaying with you.

So wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty. Oh you’d know that I’d do anything for you.

The words make Billy snort quietly because that’s how he feels looking at you and he has never felt that about another person.

As the song comes to an end, you lean into his ear and whisper, “Take me home…”

Again, no protest, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and to his Camaro parked on the street.

The drive is quick, you smoke two cigarettes on the way but you share them both with Billy.

Billy notices your dads car is gone when he pulls up. “Where’s your dad?” He wonders aloud.

“Oh, he’s at his girlfriend’s house… my brothers with him,” you answer, opening the car door and stumbling out of it.

Billy tilts his head as he watches you, “You good, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes you giggle and you feel the heat fill between your legs, “Yes, sir! I’m great.”

You lead him into your house after fumbling with the key for a brief moment. Billy locks the door behind him, following to the kitchen where you fill two glasses of water and handing him one. He takes it gratefully, gulping some of it down before you two reach your bedroom. You set your glass down on your nightstand and fall back on your bed, eyes dark as you gawk up at Billy. He sits on your bed, looking around your room and you think about what Stephanie had said about him.

“I mean like he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t awkward about it at all. The man knew what he wanted.”

Billy was being awkward. But you couldn’t fathom why he’d come to your bedroom with you if he didn’t want to have sex with you. You take a pointed foot and shove him with him, a mischievous grin on your face. He finally looks at you, his lips turned up in a smile and his gorgeous blue eyes darting across your upper half.

“Pick some music to play,” you tell him and motion towards your stereo and cassette collection.

He obeys, holding up Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You nod amusingly, sitting up to shrug your jacket off and then sliding your boots off. Billy does the same after putting the album on, now just wearing his jeans and fingerless gloves. He’s more quiet than you’d imagined, which you had many many times. But in your fantasies he’s eager and saying filthy things to you.

“C’mere,” you instruct, sitting up on your feet. When he sits across from you, the both of you instinctively lean in. Your lips meet and it’s gentle at first. But then it’s like a switch flipped in Billy and he grabs the back of your head, sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp at the change of pace, falling on your back with him on top of you. He moves his hands from the back of your head to your jaw and his gloves feel nice on your skin.

His fingertips move slowly down from your face to your chest, his lips following suit but pausing at your neck. Reactively, you tilt your head back while he plants sloppy kisses on your neck. A whimper escapes when he sucks your skin between his lips and your legs spread a little further exposing more of his clothed excitement against yours.

Feeling his erection has you laugh excitedly, your body dripping in anticipation for what’s to come. He pulls back at the laugh and looks up at you through his dark and heavy eyelashes. He’s so pretty you could almost die right now. “Tickles?” he asks, his voice low with hunger.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. “Feels so good,” you say into his mouth.

Billy begins to mess with the laces up the front of your top but gets frustrated when he can’t quite figure how to untie it. He sits back on his feet to get a better look but to no avail. He tugs harshly at the strings which jerks your upper body off the mattress, “How do you fucking get this thing off?”

The roughness of his movements takes your breath away but his frustration is adorable. You grab onto the hem and pull the top up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor with a cavalier smile. He rolls his eyes but is quick to reach his hand around your back and undo your bra in one swift motion. He drags it off of you and throws it behind him, a soft thud as it smacks against a poster on your wall before falling to the floor.

The cold air hits your chest but his mouth is efficient in warming you up, taking a nipple into his mouth while the other is covered by his hand. Your hand snakes up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling between the long curls there. “Oh, Billy…” you gasp and he responds with teeth, biting the tender skin.

But he stops and you’re eyes pry open at the surprise, not wanting this to end so soon. Luckily, you catch him tugging off his leather gloves and hear him mutter in a guttural tone, “Wanna feel you.”

Your head swims when he resumes heavy lips on your breast, his hand squeezing the other gently. You silently tell yourself you’re an idiot for ignoring the way you’d felt about him. If you could’ve been feeling this good the second you met him then you’ve missed out.

His hands smooth down your sides until his fingertips meet your waistband. He shimmies your pants down, your bum lifting to make it easier and they’re off in a heap next to the mattress. A scoff leaves his lips when he sees you weren’t wearing underwear. You shrug and tell him, “Can’t wear any with those pants, major panty lines.”

His curls bounce as he shakes his head a bewildered smile on his face, “You wore ‘em to school this week.”

“Enough talking,” you demand, getting impatient as your core is exposed to him and all he does is stare at it.

He slaps you down there and replies, “I’ll talk all I want.” You don’t mind though as he drags his fingers up and down your folds. Your head props up to watch him work while he mumbles, “Soaking for me.”

Biting your lip, you adjust your legs to give him ample room to continue. “Always so wet when I’m around?” he wonders aloud with a cocky grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Maybe,” you moan out as he slides a single digit inside of you.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, especially since it’s so early in the act but Billy is the best sexual partner you’ve had. Neither of you are remotely close to finishing but this is the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life. It could be the way he looks at you, eye contact was never something you did during sex. It always felt distracting but with Billy, it’s just urging that release along.

With his left on pushing slightly on your stomach, he adds a second finger inside you and instantly curls them. You gasp, your hands moving anywhere and everywhere trying to find something to squeeze. You actually sit up to grab at his shoulders, which in turns gives you a better view of what he’s doing. His thumb brushes up against your clit, just gently like he’s testing it out.

“Dear god,” you growl, your eyes meeting while he picks up his pace.

“M’names Billy,” he corrects you sarcastically and you want to slap him for teasing you like that now.

In a few seconds, you start to feel that rise in your stomach. It pushes you on your back and you spread your legs just a bit more, his fingers sliding in and out fast. He doesn’t forget to curl them up every few strokes.

Billy inches down the bed a little and his head dips down between your legs while his fingers stay inside you. He licks broadly against your clit, his tongue strong and certain. You cry out, fingers gripping onto his mullet. He looks up at you but your heads back, eyes closed as your back arches. He takes it as a sign and starts lapping at you with his tongue, quickly. Of course it doesn’t take any longer, your legs closing with him between them as you reach your high.

“Billy, yes!” you pant out, pulling his hair.

He pulls away quickly, not giving you any time to come down and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, while your legs and arms wrap around him. Then he moves his hands between the two of you, able to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and briefs down to his thoughts with your help.

He strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip to your clit and dragging it through your folds, gathering the wetness. He bites his lip and there’s an uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t have a condom. You look at him and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

Which isn’t exactly the protection he’s looking for but it’s enough for him, his lips tugging up as he directs his tip back down to your entrance and pushes it in. You gasp at its thickness, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he says it like he can’t believe it. You almost tell him maybe he’s too big but you don’t want it to go to his head so you just whimper instead before pulling his lips back to yours, licking into it as he parts his lips.

He inches in further and the sensation in utterly intoxicating, your breath caught in your throat and you head feels fuzzy. All of you feels fuzzy almost. Once he bottoms out, he pulls back to look at you and the eye contact this time is even more intense as he thrusts against you.

You’re an absolute puddle beneath him. His name spilling out of your mouth over and over, almost like a chant. The eye contact doesn’t break either, which would in other circumstance would be uncomfortable but it’s like you’re both in a trance.

He doesn’t last long but either do you, once his hand wraps around your throat loosely you’re falling over the edge for the second time. He follows suit, pulling out and finishing on your stomach and chest. A bit of it actually gets on your chin and you can’t help but want to taste it, bringing your finger to wipe it and slipping the finger in your mouth. The action brings a bit more out of Billy, seemingly shocking the both of you but he laughs. “I could’ve just finished in your mouth, if you’d asked.”

You shyly giggle, “Had a hard time thinking, if I had tried to ask it probably would’ve came out as gibberish.”

He falls beside you on the bed and you look up at him, “Mind grabbing something off the floor so I can clean up?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” he sits up and reaches down to grab a ratty band t-shirt you’d left strewn by the bed. He cleans it up for you.

Now is the awkward part. You worry he’ll leave, you’ve never had someone stay and for the first time you minded. Billy stands back up and grabs his briefs, stepping into them before he walks to your bed. His fingers curl around the glass of water on your bedside table and he hands it to you.

“Hydrate,” he says. You obey, sitting up to take a few gulps. When you hand it back he does the same. But then he lays back on the bed, arms behind his head as he turns to you with a soft smile on his face. Your heart flutters and you curl up into his side. Good, he’s staying.

[redroomroaving]

8, 14, 24 for the end of the year asks

<3 lovely Ratt! hello, thank you for the asks.

8. Shortest completed fic you wrote this year

I won't count the Tolna's smut challenge for the word count limits or one shot drabbles here, only my multi-chapter fics ... which means my shortest fic completed this year is 'They asked for no pickles', my He Who Was x Geraldus modern restaurant AU.

Service came in at a clippy 10,698 words. Proof that sometimes I can, in fact, stop blathering.

14. A fic you didn't expect to write

I have a few examples here because honestly, most of my works past 'The Harper & The Tower' have been unexpected... but I'm going to go with one I a) didn't expect to find myself writing and b) generally opened the floodgate to a bunch of other problems, which is 'Trusting, Trusted' - my original Klaus x Kar'niss one shot.

Klaus was happily canoodling with Lia over in H&TT, I had no intention of writing Kar'niss, - only a vague notion that it'd be neat if he ended up at the circus. I'd never written anything even remotely monster-smoochin' adjacent. One conversation with @littlemisscactus and a reveal Klaus was a draconic bloodline sorceror later and suddenly I was writing pedipalp action.

... and then said action got super real and full of emotions and now I'm 86k into a Klaus and Kar'niss extraplaner tour romance and I've adopted a whole circus and we're all rooting for Popper and Medrash right?

Wild.

24. Favourite fic you read this year

Confession zone - I'm an atrocious reader. I have so many things bookmarked or half started or sitting in my periphery I'm desperate to read. I'm hoping that come the holidays I might finally be able to actually get through some of them.

I'd like to shout out to 'Circus of the Last Love', by @adoenamedjane.

This fantastic story takes an unloveable sidequest - the search for Dribble's body parts - and makes absolute lemonade out of it, structured around a love triangle between Dove (an OC), Rugan and Zevlor.

Adoenamedjane has a remarkable talent for sharp, precise writing that strikes like a blade - no word wasted and chosen exactly so. I find it remarkable, and I envy it enormously - please do check out their wonderful work.

[marvelobsessed134]

i literally love you so much /p i saw you write for Bret Micheals and i almost had a brain aneurysm

Can i get like a Bret x reader where reader is chatting up another rockstar, dont really care which one, and he gets all jealous n shit.

Can be fluff, smut, angst, i dont give a damn. I just want ONE fic on bret. There isnt ONE fic on bret ☹️☹️

Jealousy is a disease

A/n: when I tell you I was so happy to get this request…I love Bret. The lack of fics of him is really sad :(

Also tell me why wet sex with drool and spit sounds so hot sheirjdjsjejkrdj

Pairings: Bret Micheals x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, possessive!bret, dom!bret, jealousy, sub!reader, rough sex, degradation, spitting.

You were backstage at a music festival because you’re dating Bret Micheals and he decided to bring you along. Especially because some of the bands you really liked were performing and he wanted you to see them. However, he may have regretted that decision when he saw you talking to Robbin Crosby of Ratt.

The way you looked up at the man made him seethe with jealousy. And of course, being a typical rockstar, Robbin was definitely checking you out. The blonde made his way to the two of you and firmly grabbed your arm, “Can I borrow my girlfriend for a minute, Crosby?” He asked and the guitarist and didn’t even wait for an answer when he dragged you to his dressing room.

He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it. “What the hell was that?” He asked.

“What was what?” You asked back.

“Don’t act all innocent. Robbin was totally checking you out!” The frontman growled.

“I was just having a friendly conversation with him, he even offered to teach me guitar.” You responded honestly.

“Ask CC to teach you, not Robbin.”

“Oh I see what this is, you’re jealous.” You teased with a smirk. You trailed your finger down his chest that was covered by just a muscle tee. You felt your lover’s chest rising and falling rapidly, before he grabbed your face had kissed you hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. He tore off your leather jacket along with your bustier top, his hands immediately touching your breasts.

Bret groped your soft mounds as he moved to kissing your neck making you moan softly. The singer toyed with your nipples with his middle and index fingers, putting them into his mouth as he bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

You tugged on his shirt and in response he pulled it over his head, tossing it haphazardly across the room before lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around him. He tossed you onto the couch and you pulled up your tight latex mini skirt to show you were wearing no panties underneath.

“Really?” He asked as he unbuckled his belt, “Now you’re gonna lay here and act like you’re not a fucking whore?” His words made you even wetter, because god. Bret usually is very sweet with you during sex but sometimes you unlock that wild side of him and it’s the best.

Once he pulled his leather pants down and his cock sprung up, hitting his lower stomach, he pulled your legs to line his cock yo against your entrance. And without warning he pushed in, thrusting deep inside. Your fingers went into his hair as he fucked you. You’re pretty sure that the whole festival could hear you but you honestly didn’t give a fuck. You trailed your fingers down his back leaving scratch marks as he pounded into your core.

“Such a good little slut for me. Loves getting her pussy pounded.” He moaned, hitting your g spot every time. You were both moaning messes, and the pleasure only got better.

“Please…please Bret I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

The frontman grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger making you look into his feral eyes, “You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please!”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, oh yes baby! I want it so bad I’ll be a good girl I promise!”

“Alright baby…” Bret groaned as he fucked into you in an almost inhuman manner. “Open.” He commanded and you opened your mouth, suddenly feeling saliva from your boyfriends’ mouth in yours and fuck, it was so dirty.

“Spit it back.”

You did as he said, spitting a mix of his and yours spit back.

You clenched around him and cried out as you came. Bret pulled out of you quickly because he was about to cum, so he finished on your stomach. You both were breathing heavily, faces and chins wet from the drool and spit.

“I love you, Songbird.” He whispered against your lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

[roxscoke]

HIII!

i started a blog for writing because my other blog is a mess and i’ll just use it to repost stuff. i wasn’t getting any attention over there so i went over here!

- i’ll write smut, fluff, pretty much anything. just please be specific with your request. don’t be like “[person] but real smutty]” i’ll probably need more than that.

- i will not write for rape, incest, anything along those lines. if i get any request for that, your request will be deleted.

- i write for rockstars. i will not write for a rockstar that is deceased or is a bigger asshole than my sister. also if it’s a band i don’t like i’ll more than likely won’t write it but i’ll try to do what i can.

- i’ll write for:

• cinderella

• motley crue

• ratt

• great white

• la guns

those are just 5 i listed so you guys can see where i’m getting at.

anyways send your reqs and i’ll be proud to write them out!

[lolliputian]

2024 Writing Round Up

Thanks for the tag, @commander-krios! As per usual, anyone who wants to use this, please take it.

words posted: 350,888

additional words written: ...aww hell I did a lot of writing that wasn't fic this year, I will never be able to tabulate this.

grand total of words: --

fandoms: BG3 only

highest kudos: Shut Up, Inner Voice at 67 kudos. Which makes me feel a bit strange because it was a VERY low effort fic.

highest hit oneshot: Same as above. Second most was a RolanxTav commission I did with 430 hits. It also was one I didn't spend a whole lot of time on.

new things I tried: Getting back into fanfic writing for the first time in over a decade was good enough for me!

fic I spent the most time on: Time and Again by virtue of being long fic. My baby~

fic I spent the least time on: By design, Tryst. It was a challenge to myself to only spend an hour on it. I also purposely didn't advertise it due to this, lol. But I like it!

favorite thing I wrote: Time and Again is naturally the top of the list. My best writing and most effort goes into writing it. But A Night to Forget is the one shot of mine I reread most often. It doesn't get a lot of readers because a) it's M/M/F, b) it leans VERY HARD into the awkward, and c) it doesn't have a happy ending, but I'd rank the quality of writing up there with TAA.

Additional shout outs to Lakrissa's Makeshift Tattoo Parlor, which was just plain fun to write, and The Price of Tav's Love, which performed about as well as I thought it would (lulz) but was a fun challenge.

favorite thing(s) I read: So unfortunately a lot of times I have to pick between using my time for reading or for writing, and writing won out this year. But shout outs to a few I liked:

A Greater Restoration by @trashcritter (Hellgrove smutty goodness with bottom Halsin)

Only an Apron by @threerattsinatrenchcoat (Cal x Geraldus smut, my beloved. But, really, anything Ratt writes is absolutely wonderful. I cannot recommend them enough.)

Payment in Kind by @queen-of-cats (Raphael x Tav, not typically a pairing that appeals to me, but the author does amazing work/doesn't fall back on a lot of tropes for the ship)

writing goals for 2025:

Finish Time and Again! It will be my primary focus this year.

Focus more on work that is more meaningful to me in general

Would like to do more collabs

Maybe try to branch out to other fandoms if my anxiety can handle it

new works: There were, err, 50 of them. Probably quicker to just go to AO3.

[rattsmxt]

Soooo are we already showing our kinktober's lists? Here's mine!

[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - headcanons

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody cast - Bon Jovi - Guns N' Roses - Hanoi Rocks - L.A. Guns - Stiv Bators - Dokken - Ratt

Queen

Comforting you after the loss of a pet ♡♧

Roger Taylor

Roger taking care of you when you're sick ♡

Being pregnant with Roger's baby ♡

Roger finding out you've pierced your nipples ☆

Angry sex with Roger ☆

Artist!reader ♡

Ben Hardy

Losing your virginity to Ben!Roger ☆

Rough sex with dom!Ben ☆

Gwilym Lee

Gwil taking care of you when you're depressed ♡

Daddy!Gwil taking your virginity ☆

Period sex with Prof!Gwil ☆

Freddie Mercury x Jim Hutton

Domesticity ♡

Luke Deacon

Kinks ☆

Jon Bon Jovi

Dating Jon Bon Jovi ♡

Guns N' Roses

Domesticity ♡

Izzy Stradlin

Beach day ♡

Amusement park ♡

Duff McKagan

Camping (☆)

Slash

Artist!Slash ♡

Slash teaching you how to play the guitar ♡

Sami Yaffa

Taking care of Sami when he's sick ♡

Kelly Nickels

First date ♡

Stiv Bators

Road trip ♡

George Lynch

Car sex ☆

Stephen Pearcy

Stephen as a cat dad ♡

[misslavenderlady]

You're In Love 🎸

Marko/Paul/TransMasc!Reader

Summary: It's a perfect night to go out and party to your favorite music. You have a feeling it'll get even better when two attractive blonds catch your eye~

Thank you @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx for the request! I appreciate your patience, and I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Drinking, Flirting, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Pet names, Sex with a stranger, Oral, Fingering, Nipple play, Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Safe Sex, Aftercare

The glam metal scene was an absolute paradise to you. After years of struggling to express yourself and your identity, you finally found a safe haven in music. What drew you into this particular style of metal was how wild and fun it was. Anyone, regardless of gender, could go big with their appearances. Colorful eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, hair sprayed up as high as it would go, and the flashiest clothing you’d ever seen.

So it became a major part of your personality. You were obsessed with several different bands that showed off the glam metal look. Mötley Crüe, Def Leppard, Twisted Sister, Ratt, Poison, and so much more. You jammed out to the power ballads as you did your hair and makeup every morning, working hard to replicate the look of a rockstar. 

You already stood out with your bright, red hair, but adding all the flare gave you an extra special look. It made you grateful to know that so many people were loving the androgynous styles of these bands. Whenever you went out to concerts and parties with fellow glam metalheads, you blended right in. You could party all night and not have a single care in the world.

It made you feel like you could truly be yourself. Like you could be safe. 

Tonight was no different. There was a club in Santa Carla having a special Glam Metal night for fans like you. Nothing but hot music and wild dancing. Of course, you were gonna go. You dressed in your absolute favorite outfit, tugged on your boots, and let your red hair flow freely. You were looking hot, and everyone was going to see it.

Before you knew it, you were at the club and having the time of your life. The drinks were flowing while Cinderella’s Nothin’ for Nothin’ blasted at full volume throughout the club. Everyone around you was dressed up as wild and sexy as possible, giving you quite a lot of eye candy to enjoy. Still, the night was young and you had plenty of time to enjoy yourself before potentially finding someone to take home. 

While you sipped your drink, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was looking at you. A strange, tingly sensation ran down your spine, as if your body could tell it was being watched. Curious, you looked over your shoulder on one side, then the other. 

Nothing. 

Just a bunch of people dancing and singing along with the music. You shook your head, brushing off the weird feeling. As you took in the last sip, a new song came on. 

Ratt’s You’re In Love was starting, and you felt your heart race in your chest. You LOVED this song! With a quick toss of some bills on the bar, you sprinted back to the dance floor. There was no way in hell you were going to miss the chance to dance to this song. 

You take the midnight subway train

You're callin' all the shots

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Your red locks flowed as you tossed your head back, the music practically rushing through your veins. This night was going amazingly. All your worries and fears were long behind you, and all that was on your mind was dancing your heart out. 

Then it hit you again. That sensation of eyes on you. For a moment, you hesitated in looking around, as it was nothing the first time. But your curiosity got the better of you, so you took a peak around to see if things were different. Turns out, that was the correct thing to do, because you found there were not one, but two pairs of eyes looking your way.

A pair of blonds were gazing at you from across the room. A lanky one with wild hair and a suit coat covered with pins and jewelry, and a shorter one with curls for days and the most detailed jacket you’d ever seen in your life. They were leaning against the wall, side by side as they watched you carefully. 

What really intrigued you was how they smiled. There was a look of hunger in their eyes as if the mere sight of you made them ravenous. Considering how unbelievably gorgeous they were, that wasn’t a problem with you. With your eyes now locked on them, you smiled back, adding a flirty wave for good measure.

You take the evening one on one

You're only livin' to have fun

You want to use me, take me home tonight

I'll make you wish that you were mine

The music was still going, and it was fueling your energy to dance some more. With a toss of your hair, you moved your hips, adding a sultry twist to your motions. You lived for moments like this. Just you and the music. 

It would seem that the boys were interested in joining you in such a fun moment. The two of them moved from their spot, slipping into the crowd and making their way towards you. The reason you knew it was you they were after was that they hadn’t stopped staring at you the entire time they strutted. It made your heart flutter. 

“Hey there, handsome~” the taller one purred.

“Care to dance~?” the curly-haired one asked. 

Of course, you said yes. They both smiled wolfishly as they got in nice and close for a dance. Seeing them like this, you could tell that one had blue eyes and the other had hazel. They glimmered under the lights of the club. 

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

They whispered their names in your ear. Paul and Marko. You could definitely picture yourself screaming those names in ecstasy. When they asked for yours, they both had a look that told you they found it to be quite attractive. There was just something about the boys that got you feeling wild.

Paul pulled you close to his muscular chest in the front while Marko sandwiched you in closer in the back. Their skin had a slight chill, but it was pure bliss on your heated body. Every moment they had you pinned in, the hotter you felt. 

They moaned with desire as they started to grind against you. With the music still blasting, you swayed your hips back and forth, teasing them both with your body. Shivers ran up and down your spine when you felt their arousal start to bump up against you. It gave you the most depraved thoughts imaginable. 

Well turn around

Remember me

I'm the one

Who's out and aimed to please

“God, you’re really sexy, you know that?” Paul said. “I fuckin’ love redheads~”

“And I love blonds~” you flirted. That certainly put a smile on both their faces.

“Tell us something, baby,” Marko whispered in your ear. “Does that red hair go all the way down~?”

Your cheeks burned from such a question. They were quite a bold duo, and you were eating up all the attention they fed you. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted them. 

"How about we all go back to my place and I show you~"

They had you out of the club before the song could even finish. You had a hand wrapped around each of their arms as you ran out together. Giggles and playful nudges were traded as the three of you headed back to your home. It was all such a rush, and you had never been more excited about anything in your life. 

The moment you got your front door unlocked, the boys pounced on you. Paul got to you first, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you in for a deep kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and your fingers tangled in his long hair while your tongue slipped against his own. He was quite vocal, moaning into your mouth. 

“Paul, you dog, lemme get some sugar from the babe!” Marko growled, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms instead. He was absolutely ravenous for you, nibbling your lip and reaching behind to paw at your ass. They both kissed you in a way that made your heart race.

You only broke the kiss to take the two of them to where your bedroom was. Just a few kisses and touches and you were already hot and bothered. You didn’t just want them, you needed them. It was clear they felt the same way.

In no time at all, the three of you completely decorated the floor with your discarded outfits and accessories. Jackets, shirts, jewelry, pants, and shoes were tossed about without a care. Paul was the one to lift you onto the bed, your bare chests pressed against one another. His skin was still cool to the touch, and it made you shiver as your nipples perked from the sensation.

“Sensitive little thing, arentcha~?” he teased. You didn’t even get the chance to answer before his long fingers ran down your body. Without warning, he squeezed at your nipples, earning a shriek from you. He was certainly right about your body being sensitive. “Lemme play with other parts of you~”

While one hand was used to toy with your nipple some more, Paul reached the other down to start fingering you. He had you whimpering and sighing as he stroked you. You surely would have lost control if Marko hadn’t come up behind you and wrapped his arm around your body. His lips found their way to your neck, nibbling and kissing without care. 

“Yeah, that’s it. You take it like a good boy, don’t you~?”

Holy shit, you could have cum right then and there. You were pretty submissive when it came to sexual encounters, and being praised and called a “good boy” was a major turn-on for you. Marko must have caught that because he snickered against the nape of your neck.

“Ooooh does baby boy like that? Being called a good boy~?”

“Y-Yes!” you sighed, barely able to speak because of Paul’s magic fingers. 

The two of them were absolutely relentless with your body. While one was rubbing up against your sweet spot, the other was whispering depraved things in your ear in between bites along your throat. You were putty in their hands, and they knew that very well. They were eager for more of you.

“Gotta get in between your legs. I just need to fuck you~” Paul moaned out. You nodded eagerly while he broke free from you for a second to grab a condom. 

“You wanna show me what that mouth can do while he’s doing that, babe~?” Marko asked, pulling you closer. You would have begged to do that if he asked you to. Your body was just aching to get fucked. 

The three of you moved together, getting positioned how you all wanted. Marko flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees while Paul slipped the condom on. Your mouth watered as the curly-haired boy slipped his underwear down and freed his cock. It practically smacked you in the face, he was so hard. 

“Open up for me~” he ordered, smirking down at you. With your mouth opened up, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue. You just met the guy, and you could already tell he was big on teasing. Eager to please, you smiled flirtatiously at him before wrapping your lips around him.

At the same time, Paul slipped his cock into your aching hole, slowly filling and stretching you out. They both sighed in pleasure, amazed by how your body felt. 

“Fuuuuck me, you’re tight as hell, baby~” Paul groaned out. He was starting slow with you, his hips grinding against you. You let out a whimper, which added to Marko’s pleasure. 

“And what a fuckin’ mouth, goddamn~” Marko praised. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth. You knew the warmth must have felt heavenly on his chilled skin. With how amazing they felt, you would happily keep them warm all night long. 

The two boys worked beautifully together. They were matched in their pace, even though they were inside two different holes. While Paul’s hands wrapped around your hips, Marko’s fingers were fisted in your red hair. With how good they felt, they wanted nothing more than to hold on tight and never let you go. 

Your pleasure was just as intense. The fucked like GODS. If you didn’t know any better, it was like love at first sight. That song you all danced to together was still echoing in your head as you took the boys.

You make your livin' lovin' hot

You spin me like a top

You take the evening one on one 

You're only livin' to have fun

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Over and over they penetrated you, Paul hitting your deepest sweet spot and Marko pushing himself down your throat. You were stuffed to the brim, yet you still wanted more. 

“Good boyyyy…..ooh fuck….that’s a good fuckin’ boy~” Paul praised you, picking up the speed of his thrusting. 

“He’s right, baby. You’re such a good boy for the two of us~” Marko moaned sweetly. 

Good boy.

Fuck, just that one nickname was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning around Marko’s dick was growing louder while you clenched tighter around Paul. It was all happening so fast. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. FUCK, that’s it~!” Marko praised, fucking your face even faster now.

“Gonna cum on my dick, sugar? Shit, I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard for you~” Paul growled, animal-like in tone.

They were pushing you to your very limit, aching to get you to climax with them. It didn’t take much considering they had rocked your world since the moment you laid eyes on them. With just a few more thrusts, you were hit with an intense sensation of pleasure. It was almost like being struck by lightning, with pure electricity flowing through your body. 

While you whimpered and moaned through your orgasm, the boys followed you closely. Paul pushed himself as deep in as he could go, filling the condom inside you. Marko held your head down on his cock, thick shots of cum pouring onto your tongue and down your throat. They were completely spent, and it was all because of you. 

It was a bit of a blur afterwards. They both pulled out of you, leaving you feeling rather warm and fuzzy from the pleasure. Marko laid back on the bed, bringing you close for some cuddling while Paul took care of tossing the used condom. The two of you shared a kiss, so tender in comparison to the rough fucking you just experienced. 

“My turn, handsome~” Paul purred, slipping in next to you so he could steal you for another kiss. Marko growled softly, but ultimately shared you. It made you smile knowing they both liked you so much. 

While the three of you snuggled, you found yourself humming the tune of the song again. Now you would think of him whenever that song came on.

“Maybe next time you wanna have fun, you can come by our place,” Paul whispered, fingers running through your red hair. 

“Yeah! We got a delicious bottle of the red stuff you’d really love,” Marko said with a smirk. 

You nodded, thoroughly enjoying such an idea. This could be the start of something really special. You, Paul and Marko.

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

WIP Anyday

Thanks for the tag, @pouroverpaloma ! <3 @threerattsinatrenchcoat and @kimberbohwrites take a WIP tag if you want one!

Here's some silly Minty/Gale smut from a prompt challenge that was due months ago (sorry, Ratt...). "Help, Step-(Something), I'm stuck!" was the prompt, with the idea it should be as ridiculously far removed from "step-sibling" as possible. I went for "step-House Matron"! Hoping to post it tomorrow, because I know how ridiculously late this is, but if not here's a sneak peek because by GOD I swear I've worked on it a lot at this point. I'm excited for it to be done!

When she arrived back, she was unimpressed. A fully-clothed backside, with two hopefully-twitching legs, stuck out of a large purple portal. 

‘Gale,’ Minthara growled. 

‘Minthara! Oh dear,’ Gale called from inside the portal. ‘I appear to be stuck!’

She gave him - or what she could see of him - a look of utmost scorn.

‘I see you are.’ 

Gale’s voice came out a little muffled. ‘Is there a problem?’

‘Clearly, we have different understandings of which bit of you should be trapped in a portal.’

‘Ah. In Waterdhavian literature -‘

‘Surface nonsense,’ Minthara rapped, cutting him off. ‘Obviously it is your tongue that I am most interested in. Did you think I packed my strap-on when I joined the Absolute?’

‘Ah -’

‘And still you are fully dressed. A waste of my time - ’

‘Wait!’ Gale called. ‘No need to be so hasty, I can rearrange! Probably easiest to do the portal, I think my waist’s jammed rather firmly inside this magic - ’

[blueflamehellfire]

I'm terrible at smut but i have a smutty oneshot idea. What if Billy is driving and he sees your choice in character broke down on the side of the road and he pulls over to give them a ride. Somehow they end up having car sex while Nobody Rides For Free by Ratt plays.

[sumerrat]

Ayer estuve escribiendo un rato y la verdad es que le estoy empezando a pillar el truco a esto