#smut is lit

[prettiedup]

GOJO X READER X GETO

“t-this is fu-fucking torture.” satoru weakly cries out. he lazily lifts his head only to be met with the sight of your pussy wrapped and gushing around his cock. his breathing is knocked out of his chest when suguru’s thick cock suddenly slams back into him, making satoru cry out a loud moan.

tears water his waterline. he wishes he could grab you by your hips and fuck up into your tight heat. he glares up at you, there’s a smug smile om your beautiful face as you bounce up and down on his length. seeing your breast bounce along with your movements has him licking his hips, wishing he could suck on your nipples.

suguru isn’t making the situation any better. he’s slamming his length in and out of satoru’s lubed hole, satoru can’t do anything but whine as the two of you fuck him like some sort of slut.

“sugu.” you dare to moan even though you’re getting pleasure from satoru. your moans are breathy, a telltale sign that you’re about to cum. you’re moaning out suguru’s name but looking down at satoru with ‘come fuck me’ eyes. and not to mention that lip bite—fuck, satoru could feel his own orgasm building up.

“gonna cum all over his dick, princess?” suguru hisses, he doesn’t bother looking up from where him and satoru are connected. excessive lube and drops of precum slips from satoru’s hole, easily guiding and slicking suguru’s cock. “mmm, make a mess over him, babygirl.” suguru tells you. he snakes one of his hands in front of you and presses his index finger against your clit.

your back arches and your bouncing falters. the little dominant front you put on easily crumbles as you look down at satoru once more. he knows what you want—his permission. you search in his eyes for any type of agreement that you can finally let go and cum around his cock.

satoru licks his lips as he stares up at you. a pout finds its way onto your lips, you try to hold back your growing orgasm but it becomes harder and harder. shallow breaths escape from deep in your chest.

“p-please.” you mewl out. you’re so so so close and with suguru pressing down on your sensitive bud, there’s no way you’re gonna last a minute longer.

“mhm, cum f’me.” satoru whimpers. suguru picks his speed up and fucks into satoru faster. the soft plap fills the room as he stretches his hole. satoru wiggles from his spot on the bed, you’re gripping around him and riding him like your personal dildo while suguru is fucking him like he’s a fucktoy. “fuhh—gonna fuckin’ cum.”

“papa.” you moan out to suguru as your orgasm crashes over you. your back arches, giving suguru a delightful view of your pussy creaming all over satoru’s cock. “m’fuckin’ cummin’!” you whine out. you body jerks and shivers before you’re falling on top of a moaning satoru.

your lips find his, the two of you begin sharing hungry kisses. your teeth and tongues clash against each other, you’re both moaning, giving suguru a view of the two people he loved the most being absolutely disgusting with one another.

“babygirl, our toru ‘s so close to cumming.” suguru hums examining the way satoru’s stomach clenches and the way his thighs tense every so often. “can you use that mouth on his dick instead?” he coos at you.

you’re quick to pull away from satoru. as you lift yourself off of his cock, you let out a soft moan. you could still feel how wet you are in between your thighs as you get on all fours and prop satoru’s cockhead into your mouth.

“fuckkkk.” satoru whimpers, he wishes so badly to be able to push your head down further and fuck your throat. to make you gag and choke until you’re patting his thigh due to how restricted your breathing is. his low eyes rise up from you to suguru. his cock twitches in your mouth when he realizes suguru is already looking at him.

“gonna cum for us, baby?” suguru asks. his voice is sultry and deep. satoru could only nod his head as he continued to look suguru deep into his dark eyes.

satoru wants to just touch someone—something. his hands being handcuffed behind his back is driving him crazy. he becomes whinier as he lifts his hips to both meet suguru’s thrusts and to attempt to fuck deeper into your mouth.

“cum then, toru. cum in our princess’s mouth.” suguru continues to egg him on. he’s lazily rolling his hips, and still managing to hit that spot that has satoru seeing stars.

“papa.” the word slips weakly from satoru’s mouth and if suguru were to ask later on if he said it he would absolutely deny it. his orgasm hits hard, it feels like he ran into a brick wall from the way his breathing is knocked out of his chest. his legs tense and his hole clenches tighter around suguru’s cock.

you moan in delight at the taste of satoru’s thick cum. you keep your mouth suctioned around his tip, greedily sucking up all of his cum. you’re moaning too as if you were receiving some type of stimulation also.

satoru lays there flatly as his orgasm comes to an halt. there’s ringing in his ears and he can barely think clearly.

“sh-shit. princess, c’mere.” suguru tells you. he grabs you by your hair and drags you off of satoru’s cock. “open.” he tells you as he pulls out of satoru and begins stroking his cock in front of your face.

and like the good girl you are, you happily open your mouth and wait for his cum also. suguru lets out a few stray moans before he’s cumming also. his cum ins’t as thick as satoru’s but its enough. he empties himself into your mouth, his cum mixes in with satoru’s, creating a pool in your mouth.

“swallow, baby.” he tells you. you do as told before sticking your tongue out, showing him how bare your tongue is now. “good girl.” he coos before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips and because he’s icky, he swipes his tongue into your mouth so that he could taste both himself and satoru. “so pretty.” he comments.

“that was hot ‘nd all but can someone please take these cuffs off of me.” satoru groans, ruining the moment.

[tojis-gf]

lactation kink w/ toji x reader

an: okok this has been something i've wanted to actually indulge in for a minute and i'm rlly nervous abt it >_< if you aren't into this stuff, pls just skip past. + not proofread !

it was any other tuesday night, toji had put your two children down for bed which you couldn't appreciate more as you've been so exhausted. sure you're on maternity leave, but being at home doing chores around the house is so exhausting on your poor little pregnant body, especially with having to take care of two littles : ( but toji makes sure to help out when he's around and not working.

you're currently 27 weeks along and as of lately, your breasts have began to leak. toji doesn't mind, if anything, it makes the blood rush straight down to his cock. it absolutely turns him on. you're almost positive that toji loves seeing you pregnant because of how dense and plump your tits get, all filled up with milk for his baby that he put inside your warm womb.

as you watch some shitty reality tv show to try and relax for a bit, you begin to massage your breasts, as they're so sore, heavy, and full of milk. toji makes his way over to the couch, plopping down next to you, noticing your discomfort, "what's wrong baby" he says, reaching out to squeeze your tits, "are the girls feelin' extra full t'day? hm, y' want me t'make em' feel better hm?" he says with a smirk on his face. he knows the answer to that, he just wants to hear you beg for him to suck on your tits. "mhm, they're s'full, pretty please baby, make me feel better" you whine and of course he's wasting no time, not even bothering to lift your cute little lace tank top that can barely support your tits, rather pulling them out, letting the neck-line rest under them.

he begins with your right tit, mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking like there is no tomorrow, your sweet milk dripping from his mouth onto your tit, eventually dripping onto your pants but you didn't care, it felt sooo good. when it comes to your tits, that is definitely toji's oral fixation. if he could suck on them all day long he 100% would. he peers up at you through dazed eyes, drunk off your taste, "how does that feel babe, feels fuckin good right?" he says before switching to your left tit, attacking it like there was no tomorrow, you swear you could cum just from the sight of this "hah~ y-yeah baby, feels s'good mhm..keep goin' pleaseee" you babble in even more of a daze than he's in.

at this point, he's just kissing all over them, leaving love bites on the parts that'll be non-visible in tops, your nipples are so sore at this point you're unsure you'll even be able to bare it any longer, as much as you do enjoy all the love toji shows for your tits. "b-baby, thank you" you say as you go down to kiss the top of his head, "as much as i love you sucking on my tits, i'm starting to become a bit more sore than i initially was" you giggle, "lay here though, i'd like that a lot...". and he does, head resting against your bare chest as the two of you drift off into a slumber, quickly interrupted by the cries of your two-year old son. "don't worry, i got it, relax mama" he says, planting a kiss onto your chest, rising from the couch to tend to your son.

[brewed-pangolin]

MDNI 18+

Captain MacTavish doesn't play music when he fucks you anymore. Instead, he'll find some classic 90s action flick and set the volume to 11. Then proceed to bend you over every flat surface within sight as the distinctive baritone of Arnold Schwarzenegger echoes around your apartment.

You question him after a few times. Asking why he doesn't choose his usual playlist. He answers with a nonchalant, 'wanted to change things up a bit'. You don't question him any further.

And he breathes a sigh of relief. Because God forbid you ever know that he nearly blew his cover to Don Henley's 'Dirty Laundry'.

The memory of your supple lips around his cock invading behind his eyes as he took position behind some dilapidated hotel. The beat muffled and distorted through the broken speakers, yet still he recalled the way your tongue flattened so perfectly around him, nearly causing him to bust in his pants as he momentarily lost all focus on his main objective.

Once they RTB, he decides not to join the rest of the team as they watch Terminator 2. The echo of your screams while he railed into you doggy style still too fresh in his mind. He'd rather take care of business in the privacy of his own quarters. And to the subtle and enigmatic nuances of Enya's 'Sail Away'.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

[webdollzz]

I love when people do like loser au!ellie or loser!nerd!ellie, did we play the same game...no need for an alternative universe...that bitch already a loser nerd.

she collects SUPERHERO CARDS at NINETEEN mid apocalypse. she reads comics. she's hyperfixated on space, and loves to draw. my baby girl is the nerdiest loser ever. I love her.

[thebunnybabyblog]

"Tear you apart" 18+ Snape x reader

This is just pure smut so be warned! No one under the age of 18 should venture any further! Run away now you are not welcomed to read this please go play roblox or something :)

Age is not told in this but reader is 18+, Snape is whatever age your headcanon prefers. This is a female oriented one shot so specific terms will be said here that apply to that! Also don't even say a thing about her nickname this is soooo not a shamless insert for myself, def not 👀

the song "tear you apart" by she wants revenge is what inspired me to write this. please listen bc god it makes my head go brrrrrrrrr when i listen to it lol with that please enjoy and tell me what you thought! lots of love! 💕

Potions had always been your best subject. There was just something about the skill and craftsmanship that made you feel so compelled to learn as much as you could. It was like art and science all in one. The precision and dedication that it took to make something with so much value to the wizarding world was vastly impressive to you, but what really sealed the deal was the man that had taught you all that you knew.

Severus Snape was a god to you. The poised mysterious genius who seemed to be able to look death right in his eyes and laugh in annoyance. The way he just glided around school with so much power and command sent shivers down your spine. Always wanting to be in his good graces and never a means of annoyance like most students. You wouldn’t call yourself a know it all teacher's pet who would tattle acting as the school yard spy but truly as an admirer and helping hand.

You made it clear that you admired, appreciated and respected him and his immense wealth of knowledge. It’s not like you didn’t respect all of your professor's knowledge because you really did but he was just different? Part of it was how bad you felt from the vast amount of disrespect he received. Of course you understood that kids are difficult to look past tone and attitude but if you did your work and listened when he spoke and spoke only kind words to him, he was kind to you.

Over the 7 years at Hogwarts you grew a pretty decent relationship with him. Of course it wasn’t like you skipped down the hall hand-in-hand but he had gained a level of trust and mutual respect for you. To the point he had offered you to be an assistant of sorts to him, nothing major but since you had expressed after graduation you wanted to work at being a professional potioneer and owning your own shop one day, he let you come two to three days a week and help him with different tasks. It would always be a surprise that day on what you were doing. It could be organizing and taking stock of the store room, observing and taking notes of class projects of lower grades that were brewing (as some potions could take days or weeks to brew) or even grading first to third year assignments. All the while you'd be free to ask questions and just chat really.

You had really cherished these meetings but your social group really never understood why you were even wanting to be there. For them it seemed like a punishment.

“You had to organize the storeroom?!? What did you do wrong to have to do that??” They’d exclaim in shock and then be in total disbelief when you said,

“It wasn't a punishment, it was actually quite fun! He showed me some rare ingredients that you can only get on a full moon on the tallest mountain in the Himalayas every 6 1/2 years!”

None of it ever seemed like a chore; it was an honor. This man, with such great skill, had taken you even the tiniest bit under his wing. I guess people just couldn’t understand how such a bright and bubbly person would want to spend time in a dark gloomy dungeon with the dungeon bat himself. But you knew he was just misunderstood and it didn’t help that you found him to be the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on.

To you he was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His tall looming body, dark midnight eyes that looked straight to your core, chiseled features that seemed to be carved out of the most precious white marble. He was more than just looks, he was powerful, knowledgeable and what people didn’t seem to see but he was quite funny and gentle. The way he treated his work as if he was Michelangelo diligently and painstakingly painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling upside down on his back. He was just brilliant to be around and absorbing even a speck of him was a gift.

You couldn’t lie to yourself though, you were down bad. The type of bad that made you find yourself absentmindedly drifting off to space only to come back down to earth and see you had doodled all over your notes with little drawings of hearts with SS in them and sketches of his striking features or kicking your feet and going red when he pops into your mind while in class because he said something that just rolled off his tongue in just the right way that made you fantasize scenarios in your head.

A crush was truly an understatement at this point. If he asked you to be his pet you would be at his feet curled up in an instant. Never making it too apparent though as to never show him any type of actions that would threaten your ability to continue this precious opportunity to learn and just be around him, or so you thought.

Friday was your easy day and your most favorite day of the week. You only had one class and that was of course advanced potions at the end of the day and a day where you always stayed after to help out. Today was especially good because it was a day when everything just went well. Snape had shown the class how to brew amortentia, the most powerful love potion. Not only was it an exciting lecture and potion to brew but it got your head to brew all sorts of things as well.

“Gods I wish I could give him a drink of mine! I’d do anything for him to feel even a slight bit like me, the way I do for him!” You thought into the void of your mind. You couldn’t help to doodle while you waited for the last few minutes of the class to count down, not like you were leaving but just waiting for your afternoon Friday treat to roll around. Your little delusions were helped by the fact he had actually praised your work when he was making his way around the classroom before the class was over.

“Very good work Miss [last name], excellent pearl color and the smell is just right. You will make a fine potion master one day” he said in a smooth silky voice. You were lost in every word that rolled off his sharp tongue. It felt as if you had drank this entire cauldron, gulping it down like a man who was stranded in the desert who finally found water.

“Thank you sir!” You squeaked out, kicking your feet enthusiastically underneath your table. If only people could understand how good his praises felt, the chokehold they held on her heart.

“Alright class it seems our time is up, most of you really need to pay more attention when I’m up here teaching… this is a powerful potion that needs to be respected and I saw many glaring mistakes that certainly should have been avoided… I will expect a report on my desk about the history of amortentia by Monday morning sharp. If I didn’t tear your potion to shreds in my walkthrough you are excluded.” The class filled with annoyed groans and frustrated sighs and a few looks were shot your way since they knew the “dungeon bunny” (your unofficial nickname your friend would poke fun at you with) was exempted once again. It wasn’t your fault you enjoyed potions, that's what Hogwarts was for, to find your passions and excel and it did help when you were in love.

The class cleaned up their areas and one-by-one filed out of the room looking a bit defeated by the sudden addition of weekend homework but you stayed behind ready for whatever task he was willing to give you today.

“Great lecture as always professor!” You said looking up to him with a soft smile.

“Thank you Miss. [last name], it’s a shame not everyone is as devoted to potions as you and I.” he replied back to you in a smooth tone. For him to put you and him into the same category made your heart thump in your chest. His praises made your hair stand on end as if caught in an electrical storm. A blush was surely visible on your face when your brain was able to comprehend his kind words.

“Oh! I am nothing compared to your dedication, you are a god compared to me!” You spouted back not even thinking, making you blush harder.

“Oh. My. Gods. I did not just say that, what a loser, I must seem like such a fangirl. He's your professor, not an idol.” You barked in your head, now thoroughly embarrassed. Pulling yourself out of your thoughts when you heard a soft chuckle escape from his throat.

“I guess I should take my place up in the heavens then” he said as he made his way back around to his desk “today if you can, I would appreciate a walk through of the storeroom and make a list of anything that is running low. Will that be something you can help take off my plate today?” He asked in a way that sounded like silk.

“Of course professor you don’t even need to ask!” Gods you were pathetic and you knew it but you didn’t care an ounce. It felt so good to be of service, to do anything he asked of you. You were his devoted little bunny and hopped when he said hop. You’d never admit it to your friends but you loved being called his dungeon bunny because gods it really was so fitting for how you felt. And if it meant spending ages looking through every tiny vial in that room you would do it on your hands and knees to be around him.

Making your way into the room you began to look through the endless rows of ingredients. You knew this was going to take a long time but it was worth it. You had been working for only about 15 minutes when you felt a cold rush of air against your back behind you, not thinking much of it, only that it was just a draft, you didn’t even turn to look. It wasn’t until you heard the door click shut behind you locking you in the small room.

“Umm professor, did you close the door?” You said still bent over looking at vials in the cabinet below you before turning around.

“Yes” he replied

You jumped at the sound of him right behind you. He glides and somehow makes no noise when he walks, some people think he casts a charm on his shoes to keep them silent. You spin around and are now in very close proximity to him. Your breath is stuck in your throat and you push yourself up against the shelf. The vials behind you raddle as your back hits the wood. You look up to his looming figure and he looks down at you with his sparkling black eyes and his equally raven black hair falling around his face.

“I’m quite sorry, did I frighten you?” He says with a sly smile.

“Oh umm no hehe of course not.” You say with your eyes closed with an embarrassed smile slapped across your face.

“Oh good I would be awfully sad to scare off my little dungeon bunny.” His words slapped you across your face.

You look up to him in shock, eyes wide and heart pounding out of your chest, “d… dungeon bunny?!? How does he know about the nickname my friends call me?” You think in a panic.

“You scream it quite loud in your head all the time. It’s not hard to miss.” He replies to your thought. As if your eyes weren’t wide enough they were bigger now, you now understood he had the ability to use legilimency. The thought of every embarrassing little thing you have thought about him over the last 7 years bounced around in your mind. You were in utter shambles over how embarrassing you had been without your knowledge. Especially since you never were shy to let your daydreams run amok in the dirtiest ways you could think of.

“You enjoy being my bouncing little bunny don’t you?” He questioned as if he was a predator circling and taunting its prey.

“I….. I umm… I-“ was all that you were able to stutter out. A deep chuckle rumbled up through his chest and you felt his cool breath on your face as he loomed over your shanking frame. You couldn’t help to smell the smooth smell of spearmint and honey on his breath sending your head spinning.

“Does cat have your tongue, little bunny? Usually you have so much to say up here.” He said as he tapped a finger melodically against your temple. You felt your knees wobbling under you and you couldn’t help to just look up at him like a deer caught in headlights as you white knuckled the counter behind you.

“You're usually such a good girl and speak when spoken to”, grabbing your chin and squeezing your cheeks with his long slender fingers. “Now I will only repeat myself once more,” his tone stern and filled with authority. “I said you enjoy being my little. Bouncing. Bunny. Don’t you y/n?”

“Y… yes” you shyly mustered out.

“Yes what?” He commanded as he squeezed harder

“Yes sir!” You practically shouted, trembling in his grasp.

“See that wasn’t hard was it?” Leaning down to be eye level with you all the while still holding on to you tight.

“N… no sir.” You couldn’t help but feel like putty in his grasp. You wanted to be devoured, like you said before, if he said hop you would hop and you meant it.

“You know even if I couldn’t hear your detailed perversions every time you laid eyes on me you are quite obvious and oblivious to your surroundings.” He released your face and leaned in close to your ear. His hair tickled your skin as it cascaded over your cheek.

“Your little love doodles are very cute, you think I don’t notice them as I walk around the room? You’re lucky I don’t punish you for being off task so frequently but you are always such a good girl I can’t bring myself to punish you.”

You were overheating with your skin flushed pink, you felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of your forehead.

“Hmmm It is getting pretty hot in here, why don’t you take off your coat?” He hummed, pulling back from your ear. His fingers found their way under your lapels and slid your jacket off your shoulders onto the floor.

“T..thank you.” Not even sure why you were thanking him but it felt so good too.

“Such a polite girl, seems like someone needs a treat.” Taking your chin back into his grasp, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto your lips. Still in utter shock and disbelief from what was happening you just looked at him wide eyed but in an instant you shut them and sunk your weight into his hand. You grabbed onto the side of his robe for support and let out a moan that shocked you both. You could feel him smile against you and his left hand sneak to your waist and pulled you close into him.

Your eyes shot open when you felt him hard against your stomach taken aback by just how large he felt under all of those dark clothes. “Gods his cock is huge!” You couldn’t help but scream in pure lust loud in your head, immediately looking up to him in terror as you might as well have just said that out loud. Somehow his eyes grew darker than they naturally were and you knew it was game over. He was about to devour you whole.

You looked away fast in utter embarrassment but his hand snaked its way through your hair and pulled your face back to his and whispered once more into your ear, “I want to fucking tear you apart.” He said, so sharp it pierced through your body like flying arrows across the battlefield. Before you knew it the hand in your hair pulled you to the ground and you were on your knees faced with the serpent trapped behind his wool trousers.

“Now be the good little bunny you are and set your God free” he said as the hair he had in his fist fell free from his grasp.

Filled with nerves, your trembling fingers slowly reached up and skated across the black wool, hesitating for a moment once they touched the cool metal buckle of his belt. You looked up as if making sure it really was alright. He returned your wordless question with a light smile of reassurance. You slowly slid the leather belt out of the metal and grasped the button that was behind it and slipped it through the hole and pulled the zipper down. He sprung free from his prison and slapped his stomach with a snap.

You gulped hard, this was the first time you had ever seen a man in this way. You had seen one once before when a Gryffindor boy got a little too drunk at a party and thought it would be a good idea to whip it out as a laugh but it was nothing like this. Snape's cock was powerful and hot with desire, just as dominating as the man it was attached to. You could feel the slickness building between your legs as you looked up to him practically drunk.

“You look so beautiful down on your knees for me I wish you could see just how beautiful you look, all flushed and doe eyed looking up at me.” His words poured over you like honey. You craved his praise and you’d do anything he wanted to get it.

“Thank you professor! I… I’d do anything for you!” You cried out to him bouncing on your knees. You were passed the embarrassment, hell the embarrassment was fueling you. You didn’t care what you looked like, you just wanted to do whatever he wanted, that's all you’ve ever wanted to do for him.

“Oh I know I’ve heard you so many times lost in thought wondering how I looked under my robes,” his hand began to work the many buttons of his coat and he slipped it off onto the floor with yours. His white linen shirt flowed free around him as he worked up that as well. Soon his torso was bare and you eyed the pale skin that hid under it. You could see his scars that scattered around his smooth form and wondered how they felt.

He reached down, holding out a hand to yours. With a slight hesitation you placed them in his and he placed your hands on his stomach. Your fingers began to wonder, exploding the milky smooth skin you had dreamed about. A soft moan escaped him as your warm touch moved around his cold body. You couldn’t help but look up at him in amazement.

“Gods you’re just so pretty.” He said looking down at you with hooded eyes. You just couldn’t take it any more. You needed to touch his cock that had been staring you in the face far too long. You moved your hands down past his belly button following his little happy trail down to the base. Looking up to him one last time for permission, he nodded a gentle yes.

Grabbing the base, he was rock solid in your grasp. A huff escaped him and he slightly pumped into your hand. This sent your body into overdrive losing all sense of your humanity; you were just his slave to his desire. You worked your hand up and down his shaft not even able to touch your fingertips together as you pumped him slowly.

He reached out a hand and placed it on the top of your head and looped some hair around his fingers and pulled your face close to him. He smelt a mix of smoky body wash and sweat. He filled your nose with his scent and it made your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sniffed him in.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours I can’t take this anymore.” He growled in pure need. Without hesitation you opened yourself for him and his tip was past your threshold before you had time to process. The precum that had began to gather on his tip spread across your tongue as he snaked himself into you. You couldn’t help but moan as your senses were attacked with him.

“Fuck your sweet little mouth feels better than I could have imagined.” He spit out. Your arms wrapped themselves around his thick thighs for support as he filled your mouth with his needy cock.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve waited for this moment. Fuck…. Take my cock. Just like that, you're such a good bunny for me.” You practically cried out in pleasure to the praise and the vibration only sent him into a craze. He began to frantically assault your throat, making you gag around him. The room filled with the sounds of your complete surrender to the man that now laid claim in your throat.

Tears filled your eyes and fell over your flushed cheeks, he reached a hand down and his fingers moved gently over them wiping away at your tear stained face. He pulled them to his mouth and took a long lick of his fingers, humming as he did so. You were practically crossed eyed looking up at him.

He pumped himself in you a few more times and released your mouth with a loud pop. You coughed out desperately for air but were sad that he had released your throat.

“As much as I’d love to cum down that pretty throat of yours it would be such a waste to put it there our first time.” “First time?” You thought. That implied this wasn’t going to be some one time event that you would think about over and over for the rest of your life on a loop.

“Oh you sweet little thing. You think I’d let you get away from me that easily? I’ve waited so long fighting with myself for a very long time. There is no way I’m letting you escape me.” His voice deep and raspy you trembled below him. Grabbing the collar of your shirt he pulled you back to your feet and placed his hands firmly around your waist and lifted you to sit upon the counter. You were practically face to face now, though he still had a bit of height on you even at this level.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and he pulled you back into a deep kiss. You found your arms sneaking in under his shirt and wrapping around his back pulling him close in. This kiss was pure sex and filled with fire. He pressed his body between your legs and his cock rubbed hard against your cotton panties. You could help but moan into his mouth with the sudden sensation shocking your wet core.

His right hand left your face and he made the journey down between your thighs. The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your soaking wet pussy made you jump. He pulled away from the kiss and now looked you in your eyes the way you asked his consent with yours earlier. You couldn’t help but look away for a moment embarrassed but you quickly moved your gaze back to him and nodded with the most precious lust filled face.

Before you knew it his slender fingers were hooked into your panties and he slid them all the way down in one large motion. The air was chilled against the sopping wet mess you had under your skirt. He slipped your panties into his back pocket.

“You're never getting those back by the way” he chuckled out. “Now since it’s only fair I think it’s time we take this tight little top off?” He backed away and looked at you. It only took you a moment to understand he wanted to watch you do this part.

Your shaking hands made their way up to the top button and began to slowly slip them out. He hummed in anticipation as you revealed yourself and the pretty baby pink bra you had hidden underneath your shirt. The shirt joined the pile of accumulating clothes on the stone floor below you. His hands reached up and began to wonder around your plush supple skin. His touch made your skin send goosebumps over your body. You let out soft whimpers as his nail softly scraped along your bra's edge.

“Please” you moaned out

“Oh she speaks? Please what my dear?” He says against your neck.

“Please sir, I can’t take it please just touch me!” With your desperate cries he sunk his teeth into your neck kissing and sucking soon to be deep red hickies into your skin. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he sneaked his hands behind you and made your bra fall to the floor where it belonged. Your breasts were exposed to him and the air and the mix of that made your nipples rock solid. His large hands began to knead into them with vigor and equal desperation. He easily found your nipple with his mouth and sucked and nipped. His deep moans filled the air and mixed with your high pitched squeals.

As his mouth sent attacks to your left breast and his left hand tweaked your right, his free hand found its way to your soaked pussy. It’s like he knew exactly how to curl his fingers around your clit to send shocks through your body. Your hips rolled desperately against his hand to feel him as much as you could.

“If only you could see how desperate and needy you are right now. Humping your dripping little cunt against me. Does your god feel good against your pretty pussy? Hmmm?” His words cut through you like a knife. All you could do is crumble under him in pleas and desperation.

“P…please please please, I need you, please fill me up I can’t take it anymore.” Tears filling your eyes again.

“Well if you beg me so nicely how could I say no to that?” With no warning his cock was pressed against your slit and plunged deep inside you. You cried out in pain as he was still against you.

“Shhh I’m right here I won’t move until you’re ready ok?” He said in between kissing away even more tears on your cheeks.

You were a mess under him but this was the only place in the entire world you wanted to be. For seven years you dreamed about him and wanting him so desperately to fill you up and here you were getting exactly that. You clutched onto his back sending your nails deep into his flesh. He couldn’t help but move forward slightly into you from the sensation. You let out a moan and tightened around him that made him moan into your neck.

“Please move” you breathed out. You didn’t have to ask him twice; his hips moved with a sudden urgency that even shocked him. As if on autopilot he moved in a primal need into your center and filled the room with sounds of him slapping against you. His hands gripped your waist hard, unbeknownst to you both, would leave behind bruises the next day.

His pace was slow at first but over time with the growing moans that escaped your mouth he began to move faster and more erratic.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good around me. Your cunt is sucking me in so eagerly.” He said through gritted teeth. His words made you clench harder around him. “Tell me how does my big cock feel inside you?”

“Hmgmmhh-“ is all your mouth manages to get out between his powerful thrusts. He grabbed the hair in the back of your head, snapping you back to look him deep in his eyes. “What did I tell you about speaking when spoken too? Don’t make me have to punish you when you’ve been so good for me.” He growled down at you.

“You feel so good! Y..you make me feel so full, I’ve n..never felt like this down there before.”

He paused and looked at you, you whined at the sudden stop. “Is this the first time you’ve had someone inside you?” He asked in disbelief. You panicked afraid that he would want to stop with your lack of experience.

“I’m sorry! Is that a problem? I don’t want to disappoint you!” You said, shaken. His eyes widened and immediately placed your face in his hands.

“Oh gods no! I’m just shocked someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you hadn’t had a line of boys trying to take you to bed with them.” A soft smile looked down on you and you nuzzled yourself into his touch.

“I have always just waited in hope that ummm it would be you.” You said looking away.

You could feel him throb in you as that escaped your lips. Without warning his hips snapped in you at a frantic pace once more.

“What a sexy little nymph you are. I am going to truly lose my mind.” He grunted as he pumped you deeper and deeper with each passing thrust. His fingers slipped down and found their way to your clit once again. Your moans filled his ears like prayers. Begging for a release that you were desperately in need of.

“Please sir I-I’m so close.” Your face found its way to his shoulder as you cried out.

“D-does my pretty bunny want to cum for me? Have you been a good girl? Should I allow you to cum all over my big cock?” He asked into your hair.

“God please, please let me cum! I’m begging you please!” You screamed out.

“Fuck, cum on my cock while I fill you deep with mine!” He shouted back at you. He plowed into you at dangerous speeds, hitting your cervix with every lightning crack of his hips. Circling faster around your clit with his thumb. You could feel yourself on the edge so close to your sweet release. With one final snap of his hips you lost all control coming undone around his throbbing cock. Squirting all around him unaware you were even able to do that.

When he felt you release around him that’s all he needed, “Fuck fuck fuck take my cum, fuck!”and shot load after load of his hot cum deep into your pussy. Grunting like an animal as he reached his glorious climax that he has dreamed of for so long.

You both stayed in this wrapped position for what seemed like an eternity panting and gasping for air. When you both found your breath he planted sweet gentle kisses all over you. You giggled with each one he bestowed upon you.

“Gods I’m going to keep you locked down here forever.” He said between kisses.

“You’d have to pull me out of here to get me to leave.” You replied back and planted a gentle kiss on his swollen lips.

“Well that would never happen,” he said looking over you sweetly.“Now let’s get you in my chambers so we can get you right in the bath because you are one dirty bunny.”

“Yeah your dirty little bunny.” You giggled into his ear and with that you were whisked out of the store room and through his chamber door off for more of your wildest dreams to play out before you.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Halloween time stuilly:

Billy wearing fake fangs and god, they turn Stu on so bad. He want those fangs on his lips, touching his tongue, biting into his neck- and Stu can't stop thinking about what it would feel like for Billy to blow him with the fangs. Would he bleed? He hoped he would bleed. Bleed just for Billy...

The thought made him squirm. He pressed his knees together and tried to keep his cool. At that moment, Billy looked back at him, a cup of red punch in his hand, and flashed his fangs out in a smile. It was like he knew what Stu was thinking, and holy fuck, Stu hoped Billy knew- he wanted Billy to know that all he thinks about is Billy and his fangs.

Billy sent him a wink before sipping from his drink. Punch dripped down his chin, adding to the fake blood, and Stu wanted, really wanted, to mess up that damn makeup with his own lips. So that's what he did.

He stood up from the couch and darted over to Billy, interrupting Sidney from leaning in to kiss him.

"Billy-" he gasped. "I- uh-" What was he doing? Now both of them were staring at him and all he could think about was fucking Billy in front of Sidney.

Billy lip twitched. "You're sick?" he said with fake urgency. "Let's get you to the bathroom." And he hooked his arm under Stu's, flashing an apologetic look to Sidney, before "helping" Stu up the stairs.

Billy shut the door to the bathroom and locked it. Luckily, there was no puke on the floor and it only smelled slightly of piss. But the closer Stu got to hovering over Billy, pushing him back into the door, if smelled more like the shorter man; acorn scented shampoo and fruit punch on his breath.

"Fucking want you so bad," Stu muttered, pressing his body against Billy.

Billy's lip twitched again and he tilted his head. "So fucking have me."

And Stu grabbed Billy's face and started eating at his lips, licking the now-dried punch, and smearing the fake blood all over. His hands cupped Billy's face, keeping him still, unable to run away, as Stu fucked the inside of his mouth with his tongue. God, the fangs were sharp and it felt so good as he ran his tongue under them. He didn't bleed though. Not yet.

Billy pushed Stu off him. "Jeez, you really have something wrong with you: being able to kiss for a minute without breathing," he said through gasps of air.

Stu smirked, "just takes practice."

And he connected their lips again. This time the fangs did make him bleed, and not only did Stu close his eyes and melt into the stinging pain, but Billy liked it too. He welcomed the blood into his mouth with a moan.

Billy flipped them around so now Stu was squirming against the door. "I'm going to make you wish you weren't dressed as Frankenstein's monster," Billy warned.

Not because Billy was into dead guys, no. Billy liked killing people, yes, but he didn't like fucking them after. He liked knowing Stu was his Adam-- that he was Stu's god. Just like in Frankenstein. He's a gothic lit nerd *shrugs*

[rotthepoet]

what if… dark!matty was chasing you around an abandoned mental hospital at night… menacingly calling out your name, his deep, low voice echoing through the empty halls… and then he backed you into a pitch black room on the last floor, so that you’d have nowhere to run… there was a nice bloody mattress in the floor left, with rusted springs sticking out… and he thought your body would look really good on it…

I HAVE DARK MATTY BRAINROT OMG I CANT WITH THIS

Him pushing you down onto the mattress and the sharp springs digging into your soft flesh. He pairs them with a near animalistic bite, stretching your quivering pussy over his dick, groaning into your skin while he ruts into you. Bonus if he keeps his wand/a knife to your neck the whole time, mumbling about how he won’t hesitate to kill you if you act out again. I love him hes so babygirl 😍

[szariahwroteit]

An excerpt from Chapter 29 of All That Glitters.

18+ Minors DNI

"Sex with you stopped being ‘just sex’ pretty early on," Naya said with a blush, scoffing as a cocky smirk took over Jude’s face.

“I know it did, I was just waiting on you.” He winked as he pulled Naya’s body, clad in only the shirt he wore under his team suit earlier that day into him.

Although Naya would support him regardless, she was still learning about football and the way in which Jude’s season worked.

She had flown to Warsaw to watch him in his first game of the season, which, much to Naya’s surprise, was an actual cup final.

His hands roamed over her bare skin, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. Naya's heart raced as she leaned in, capturing him in a passionate kiss.

“What else do you know?” Naya smirked against his lips.

"I know that even though you love trying new things and are open to letting me explore your body, you love deep penetration and eye contact over anything else," Jude spoke huskily into Naya’s ear as his fingers worked on removing his button-up shirt from her body.

“Do I?” Naya smirked knowingly as their eyes met.

Jude chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Avery's spine. "Oh, you definitely do," he replied, his voice a low rumble. As he finally slid the shirt off her shoulders, his gaze locked with hers, a silent promise of the passion that was to come.

“What else do you know?” Naya asked in amusement.

Jude's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned in closer to Naya, his warm breath grazing her skin. "I know even if you are unsure how much more you can take, you’re still willing to try for me," he murmured, his hands skimming down her sides, causing a shiver to run through her.

Naya's eyes sparkled with desire as she arched her back, pressing herself against Jude.

“I also know that if I were to tell you to bend over and spread your pussy open, you’d do so without a second thought.” He continued.

Naya's breath hitched at his words, a mix of anticipation and excitement evident in her eyes. She was drawn to Jude's commanding presence, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of his dominance over her.

With a boldness that surprised even herself, Naya nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. She trusted Jude completely, knowing that he would always push her boundaries in the most thrilling ways.

As Jude's hands moved lower, trailing teasingly towards her core, Naya's body responded eagerly to his touch. She was ready to surrender herself to him completely, eager to experience the intense pleasure that only he could provide.

“That morning in Brazil when I came inside of you, I needed to. I needed to claim your body completely.”

Naya's breath caught in her throat at the memory of that passionate morning in the middle of the ocean. She could still feel the intensity of their connection, the raw desire that had consumed them both.

Jude's words only fueled the fire that burned between them, igniting a primal need within Naya. She craved his touch, his possession, and the way he made her feel like the most desired woman in the world.

As Jude's fingers found their way to the apex of her thighs, Naya's body trembled with anticipation. She was his, completely and utterly, surrendering to the pleasure that awaited her at his skilled hands.

With a hunger that matched his own, Naya met Jude's gaze with a fierce determination. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her, ready to be claimed once again in a dance of passion and ecstasy that only they could share.

"Go and lie down on the bed," Jude instructed, as his eyes ran over Naya’s naked body.

He was hungry for her, he had an insatiable appetite when it came to pleasing her, and he knew that she craved his touch just as much. Naya obeyed without hesitation, a flush of excitement coloring her cheeks as she positioned herself on the bed, her eyes never leaving Jude's.

“Show me how you make yourself cum,” he commanded, his voice filled with desire and dominance. Naya's heart raced at his words, the thrill of being under his control sending a wave of arousal through her.

With a seductive smile, Naya obeyed, her movements deliberate and enticing. She ran her hands over her body, exploring every inch with a sensual touch that made Jude's breath hitch. As her fingers found their way to her core, she closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure that she knew would soon follow.

Jude watched intently, his gaze smoldering with lust as Naya pleasured herself at his command. The raw beauty of her desire, the way she surrendered herself to the sensations running through her, fueled his own need to possess her completely.

As Naya's moans filled the room, echoing the intensity of her pleasure, Jude's own desire surged to the surface. Unable to resist any longer, he closed the distance between them, joining her on the bed.

In that moment, there was no hesitation, no boundaries. Just the unspoken understanding that they were meant to be together, to explore the depths of their desires and find ecstasy in each other's arms.

“Give me your fingers.” Jude ordered.

Naya's eyes widened with anticipation as she held out her hand to Jude, offering him her glistening fingers, still wet with the evidence of her arousal. Without a word, he took them into his mouth, sucking on each digit with a hunger that matched her own.

The sensation of his warm mouth on her fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through Naya, igniting a fire that burned between them. She watched, mesmerized, as Jude savored the taste of her desire, his eyes locked with hers.

With a low growl of need, Jude released her fingers, his gaze dark with desire. “I want to taste all of you, Naya. Turn over.” he murmured, his voice rough with lust.

Naya's heart raced at his words, a wave of excitement washing over her. She complied without hesitation, feeling a surge of anticipation at the thought of Jude exploring every inch of her. As she turned over, presenting herself to him, she felt a rush of heat at the intimate vulnerability of the moment.

Jude's hands moved with purpose, tracing a path of fire along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of desire through her body as he teased and tantalized her.

With a slow and deliberate pace, Jude's lips followed the same path his hands had taken, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her back. Naya's breath hitched with each tender touch, her body responding eagerly to his intimate ministrations.

When Jude finally reached the curve of her lower back, he paused, his warm breath ghosting over her pussy. "Can I have it?" he whispered, the question laced with a mix of desire and reverence.

Naya's response was a wordless nod, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the intensity of what was to come. She trusted Jude implicitly, knowing that in his hands, she would find pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Jude's lips descended further, trailing a path of heated kisses down the curve of her back, each touch igniting a spark of desire within her. As he reached the small of her back, his hands gripped her hips firmly, a silent reassurance of his presence.

And then, with a hunger that matched her own, Jude's lips found their way to the most intimate part of her, his tongue tracing a path of fire along her skin. Naya gasped at the exquisite sensation, her body arching in response to the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her.

In that moment, as Jude's mouth moved with purpose and skill, Naya gave herself over completely to the ecstasy that enveloped her. Every touch, every caress, every kiss was a testament to their shared connection, a dance of passion and desire that bound them together in a symphony of pleasure.

As waves of pleasure washed over her, Naya's world narrowed down to the sensation of Jude's lips on her skin, his touch setting her ablaze with a fire that consumed her. In that moment, there was only the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation, where pleasure reigned supreme and ecstasy knew no bounds.

Naya's breath hitched as Jude used his thumbs to delicately spread her open, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. The intimacy of the moment, the trust she had in him, made her heart race.

Naya had began to lose a grip on reality as Jude feasted on her, she had no idea how many times she’d been made to cum and her clit felt swollen between her thighs.

But she didn't care about anything else in that moment except the overwhelming pleasure that Jude was giving her. His expert touch, his fervent desire for her, and the unspoken connection between them fueled a passion that seemed boundless.

As Jude continued his sensual assault on her senses, Naya's body quivered with the intensity of her pleasure, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss of ecstasy, ready to fall into the depths of bliss that only he could provide.

And just as she felt herself reaching the peak of her pleasure, Jude's touch intensified, pushing her over the edge into a whirlwind of sensation that consumed her completely. With a cry of release, Naya surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation as tears of unadulterated pleasure fell from her eyes.

Jude’s lips and chin were covered in a mixture of his own saliva and Naya’s arousal as he came up from between her legs.

His eyes were dark with desire and satisfaction as he gazed at Naya, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her trembling lips, his touch gentle and reverent.

"You taste exquisite," Jude whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration.

Naya's breath was still ragged as she gazed up at Jude, her body tingling with the aftermath of their shared passion. She reached up to cup his face, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire for the man who had just brought her to such heights of pleasure.

"And you are everything to me," she murmured, her voice husky with emotion. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“That’s the plan,” Jude mumbled against her lips, before his tongue found its way into her mouth.

Their kiss was a blend of sweetness and raw desire, a testament to the deep connection that bound them together. In that moment, as they melted into each other, all doubts and fears faded away, leaving only the pure, unbridled passion that flared between them.

“Make love to me,” Naya said barely above a whisper. “I want you to use me until I can’t take anymore.”

Jude was right, Naya wasn’t sure how much she could take. But she wanted Jude to take from her until she had nothing left to give.

She was his to adore, praise, love and fuck until she couldn’t remember her own name. Naya wanted to be completely lost in Jude.

Jude's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity at Naya's words, his desire for her palpable in the air. Without a word, he positioned himself over her, his body covering hers in a powerful display of dominance and possession.

With a primal need that matched her own, Jude claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that left her breathless. Naya surrendered herself to him completely, her heart racing with anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her.

As Jude entered her, their bodies moving together in a heated rhythm, Naya felt a surge of ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced. Every touch, every thrust, every whisper of his name was a symphony of pleasure that enveloped her in a whirlwind of sensation.

"Harder, Daddy, please," Naya begged helplessly, her nails digging into Jude's back as he complied with her plea, intensifying the pace of his movements. The room was filled with the sound of their passionate cries, a cacophony of desire and longing that echoed off the walls.

Jude's movements became more urgent, his thrusts deep and powerful, driving Naya to the brink of ecstasy. She felt herself teetering on the edge, her body arching in pleasure as she surrendered herself to him.

“Baby, you’re perfect,” Naya whispered into Jude's ear, her voice filled with a mix of adoration and desire. "I want you to take me to the edge and beyond. I want to feel you deep inside me, claiming me as yours."

With a guttural growl of satisfaction, Jude's movements became even more relentless, driving them both towards the peak of their shared passion. Naya's body responded eagerly to his touch, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

The stretch of Jude combined with his length had Naya gasping with pleasure, her body responding to his every movement with an eagerness that matched his own. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, the raw intensity of their lovemaking pushing her to new heights of ecstasy.

As they moved together in a dance of desire and need, Naya felt a wave of pleasure building within her, the tension coiling tight in her core. With a cry of abandon, she let herself go, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation that consumed her completely.

In that moment, as they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Naya and Jude were lost in a world of their own making.

They were both completely spent, but still they couldn’t find the restraint to pull away from one another.

Jude’s lips curved into a smile against Naya’s as she wrapped her tired legs around his waist. Their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, the aftermath of their lovemaking leaving them both breathless and sated. Naya gazed up at Jude, her eyes filled with a mixture of contentment and desire, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“That was intense,” she blushed.

Jude chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling with the exertion of their passion. "It was beyond intense," he agreed, his voice husky with satisfaction. "But you were incredible, Naya. Absolutely perfect."

Naya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shyness at his praise. She nestled closer to Jude, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers.

“My body is tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to stay up with you.” Naya said before her lips were back on his.

Jude's heart swelled with affection as he returned her kiss, savoring the taste of her on his lips. "Then let’s order room service and stay up," he murmured, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

Naya smiled against his lips, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. In that moment, nestled in Jude's arms, she felt safe and cherished.

Once her legs felt like they wouldn’t give out if she stood on them, Naya made her way into the bathroom to take a quick shower while Jude ordered room service.

When she returned, he was sitting up in bed clad in his underwear, the room in complete darkness except for the television he was watching.

“Come here,” he murmured opening his arms to Naya smiled as she walked back over to the bed, laying across his lap.

Jude's arms wrapped around Naya, pulling her close as she settled comfortably across his lap. The television cast a soft glow over them, creating an intimate ambiance in the darkness of the room.

Naya sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of Jude's body against hers. She snuggled closer to him, reveling in the sense of peace and fulfillment that washed over her.

As they sat there in comfortable silence, the world outside their bubble seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of love and affection. Naya traced lazy patterns on Jude's chest, her touch gentle and loving.

Pulling up the over-sized T-shirt she wore to reveal Naya’s pantie covered backside, Jude pressed a soft kiss to the exposed skin, his hands trailing up and down her back in a soothing motion. Naya let out a contented sigh, feeling the tension from their earlier activities melt away under Jude's tender touch.

“I didn’t realize I left any marks on you,” Jude said cautiously as he inspected the raised skin that formed the shape of his handprint on her butt in the dimly lit hotel room.

Naya chuckled softly, the sound a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. "I wear them proudly," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Jude's eyes softened at her words, a smile playing on his lips. "I'll be more careful next time," he promised, his touch gentle as he ran his fingers over the mark he had left on her skin.

“You don’t have to.” Naya said as shook her head in disagreement. "I like it," she added, her voice filled with a hint of mischief.

Taking a deep breath as he felt himself becoming more and more aroused as the seconds passed, Jude shifted in his spot to make room for his growing length.

Naya could feel Jude's growing arousal pressing against her, a surge of desire coursing through her at the intimate contact. She shifted slightly, allowing him to settle more comfortably, the heat between them palpable in the air.

“Lay on your stomach.” Jude's voice was a husky whisper, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. Naya complied without hesitation, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. She settled on her stomach, her body tingling with anticipation as she awaited his next move.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, Jude raised Naya’s hips with one hand as he used the other to slip the pillow beneath her.

Naya's breath hitched at the sensation of being positioned by Jude, her body responding eagerly to his touch. She felt a surge of arousal as he adjusted her, preparing her for the pleasure that awaited her.

With a mix of excitement and anticipation, Naya braced herself for what was to come, trusting Jude completely to lead her to heights of ecstasy. As he positioned himself behind her, his hands trailing teasingly along her skin, she felt a wave of desire wash over her.

In that moment, with Jude's hands and body poised to take her to new heights of pleasure, Naya surrendered herself completely as she felt herself being filled inch by perfect inch.

Just as Jude's length fully nestled inside of her, a knock came from the door followed by a woman's voice calling, "room service."

"Fuck," Jude sighed as he pulled out of Naya, fixing himself back into his pants as he went to answer the door.

Naya let out a frustrated groan, feeling the sudden interruption break the spell of their intimate moment. She lay on the bed, her body still tingling with the remnants of their passion, her desire for Jude burning like a flame.

Fixing her panties back Naya watched as Jude quickly dealt with the room service delivery, her mind still reeling from the sudden halt to their intimate encounter. She couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and longing, the desire for Jude still simmering beneath the surface.

Once the room service had been taken care of, Jude returned to the bed, a bowl filled with fries in one hand a plate containing a cheeseburger in the other.

“Feed me,” Naya said as she settled back against the pillows, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jude chuckled at her playful request, his eyes dancing with amusement as he settled beside her on the bed. He picked up a fry and held it out to Naya, his gaze never leaving hers as she leaned forward to take a bite.

The intimate moment of feeding each other felt like a sweet contrast to the heated passion they had just shared. Naya savored the taste of the fry, feeling a sense of closeness and intimacy with Jude as they shared the simple act of eating together.

As they continued to share the meal, their conversation shifted to lighter topics, laughter filling the air as they enjoyed each other's company. The room was filled with a sense of contentment and warmth, the afterglow of their lovemaking still lingering in the air.

Once they had finished eating, Jude set aside the empty plates, his gaze lingering on Naya with a look of affection. He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and loving.

"Thank you for being you," Jude whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "For sharing yourself with me, for trusting me with your desires."

Naya's heart swelled with emotion at his words, feeling a rush of gratitude for the man who had come into her life and awakened a passion within her that she never knew existed. She reached out to cup his face, her eyes shining with love and admiration.

"I should be the one thanking you," Naya replied softly.

[ellesthots]

Fateful Beginnings

III. “the alley”

parts: previous / next

plot: chasing down your interview subject lands you in a sticky situation.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, almost sexual assault, noncon physical touch, violence

words: 2.5k

You could tell by the bright yellow caution tape surrounding the blocks nearby that you’d finally arrived. Officers were stationed around the tape with a crowd beginning to form. Masses shuffled out of nearby clubs to see the drama, muttering amongst themselves about what it could be. None of them were correct. Another shooting? A stabbing? A drug bust? You heard murmurs of Where is he? which you could only imagine was about the man of the hour, the Batman.

Snaking your way around the officers would be difficult, but not impossible. The onlookers guaranteed a degree of anonymity, so you slink between distracted groups of friends and wove through the crowd, ducking under the tape and into the alley. Once there, the darkness was protective. Blaring sirens deafened your ears, causing a shudder on your spine as you trekked through the blackened night. The only thing that gave you any idea of where you were was the brick you kept your palm on as you walked, dust collecting on your fingertips from untouched cement.

It was eerily quiet, which unnerved you. Gotham was never this quiet, always with a constant backdrop of cars, drunks, and blood-curdling screams. As you kept forward, the commotion began to leave your ears. It seemed to fade into the distance rather quickly—either that, or you were walking much faster than you anticipated. When would this alley end?

Almost as if you'd asked for it out loud, you started to hear wet, frantic footsteps splashing through puddles ahead. You squinted your eyes to try and cut through the shroud of darkness, but to no avail. Then, frantic yelling. You pressed your back to the brick as you saw a flashlight appear in front of a tall, stocky figure a few feet down the alley. "Hey," the voice, a man's, shouted at you. He shone the light right at your face and your vision went white, stinging your tired eyes. "What's a lady like you doing back here, huh?" His tone was conniving, setting off your body's alarm system.

You turned and started to run, but he removed the light source as soon as he noticed you were on the move. Not ten steps after, you fell flat on your chest, tripping over a wood block mid-step. Your hands protected your face, your palms taking blunt trauma rather than your nose. You felt the familiar, childhood sting of scraped hands and elbows as you heard his footsteps creep closer. Fuck. This was so stupid, fuck. You started babbling, anxious. "Please, I'm just trying to get home,"

"A girl like you doesn't live over here." You heard him spit somewhere, hopefully not on you. You felt a hard tug on your right shoulder and found yourself yanked over onto your back. He threw the lit flashlight down onto the ground and it made a strong clang. The rain stung your eyes and hands, thundering down and into your jacket and soaking your clothes underneath. You began scooting backward and scrambled to get up on your knees as you were shoved back onto the concrete, further grating your palms. You yelped out in pain as he pinned you face-down on the alley floor with a grunt. "Not my first choice of broad, but you'll have to do." He chuckled and you heard the rummaging of clothes. Oh my god. I’m about to get assaulted.

Your jaw dug into the ground as he palmed your ass over your pants, giving it a slap with the hand that wasn't pressed between your shoulder blades. Suddenly you felt a breeze on your lower back, through the rain hearing a tearing of fabric. You squeezed your eyes shut and let your body go limp as you felt the breeze extend down your ass, to your thigh, and then down to your calf. Hard rain pelted against newly exposed skin. A white noise filled your ears, stifled sobs stuck deep in your chest as he started unzipping. You balled your sore, bloody fists in preparation, begging it to be over quickly.

Except...you didn't feel anything. The man gasped and you heard a thud. Adrenaline rushing through your tired, cold limbs propelled you up and you quickly stood, yanking your jacket off and hastily wrapping it around your hips. More thuds, then an unintelligible shout. You couldn't tell what was happening, and started to hobble back the way you came. You heard another thud and clang, and noticed the alley was illuminated behind you. Nervously, you looked over your shoulder and saw him: the Batman, rain-soaked and angry. He was crouched over the man, his gaze rising. Your eyes connected for a moment and you froze.

You again. He didn't know what to make of you. You were difficult to read. You didn't look like the city; you looked too innocent, too kind. Yet you had this persistence that made you do such ridiculous—if not impressively tenacious—things such as wandering around a crime scene in Gotham City in the dead of night. He glanced down and noticed your pants were torn and shredded in a pool around your ankles. His jaw tightened, molars starting to grind together. He'd thought you were just getting mugged, not... this piece of shit... his fists pressed firmer into the perpetrator as the man began to gasp for breath, struggling against him. Who would do that to someone? What made someone think they had ownership over someone else's body like that? To take it at any time? He looked down and stared into the waning eyes of the criminal, rage burning in his throat.

You had never seen someone die before, and you started to panic. The vigilante was staring at the man and pressing harder, harder, harder into their chest until the dude sputtered. "Stop, stop!"

He immediately jumped back, panting. He'd never come that close to killing someone.

He shot a frazzled look at you. His knuckles clenched tight, bent to perfectly cup the criminal's neck to snapping. He tried to hide his shock at having momentarily lost control.

You stared back at him, nervous. He was just... sitting there. Would he hurt you? You had a peculiar, yet strong sense you were safe here, but was that real? No one truly knew much about Batman; what if he was just as bad as the criminals he fought?

Looking at you in the alley triggered something deep within him. His palms began to sweat and he suppressed images of his childhood, the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears rendering him unsteady. You peered at him, nervous, stuttering a few steps back. The criminal, still choking and gasping, struggled up to his knees.

Batman’s heart raced and pulse echoed in his ears; he refocused, grabbing the criminal by the shirt and tossing him behind you both. The stranger landed on his knees, scrambling up to bolt down the alley from whence he came. It was now just you and Batman, and he looked... nervous? And his eyes... somehow they shined through the dark night.

"Go home." His voice was gruff, yet somehow still piercing through the thundering rain, echoing thickly off the balmy brick. You instinctually followed his order as if he was some sort of supernatural force, but stopped before exiting his eyeline entirely. The interview.

He was still staring at you, motionless besides some flexing of his fists. "Wait." You gulped down fear, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, staring down the dripping, armored mountain before you. You were surprised the words slipped past your lips. "I want to interview you for GU—"

"Go home." He tried to make his voice menacing as flashbacks caused nightmares in his mind, pelting him with suppressed memories of gunpowder and screams. You didn’t move, and his jaw set.

You weren't backing down without a bit of a kick, desperate, hyperaware this was the last time you’d ever have this opportunity. "It's why I came out ton—" He interrupted you with a hissing shout, slipping through your fingers.

"Do I have to tell you again?" You were audacious, he'd give you that. He narrowed his gaze to a glare and straightened his back to help tower over you, even twenty feet away. He didn't have the capacity to monitor his tone, his throat becoming more swollen and constricted as the images and sounds screeched inside.

"Please?" He wasn't having a lick of it, you could tell. His eyes were narrowed, chest heaving, tone bitingly bitter. He had a miserly quality about him, as if he were acting as savior whilst resenting people for it.

"Being here alone is a stupid thing to do. Don't let me catch you out here again." With that, he disappeared up the brick to the roofs of Gotham, barely concealing his panting, rushed breaths as he tried to calm himself off the edge of a panic attack.

You managed to get home without a hitch, which was a miracle. The swarms of people on the main road due to the club evacuations allowed you to slip into a nobody, a faceless member of the horde. You showered off the chill and the sting of your scalp left you reeling, a manifestation of your frustration toward the Batman. He'd wanted nothing to do with the affair, and you tried not to brainstorm more topics that night, letting your mind off the hook to simply be thankful he had intervened at all... even if he'd kinda been an ass about it.

The day was much the same, holing yourself up to your apartment. You didn't have any other classes besides journalism, didn't have to work due to your scholarship, and had just enough money left to get you through the next two weeks until you graduated and left Gotham permanently. It was maddening being so close to the end of something yet having no clue how to finish it. A part of you wanted to walk to the corner store just to have some human interaction, but you were more tender to the reality of living downtown now. It wasn't safe here, not even being outside for a moment.

You awoke the next day feeling restless from 36 hours contained to your studio. You vacillated between being tormented by lack of inspiration and doing everything you could to distract and fill the time. Crocheting? Too mindless. Television? The same. That final paper clung to every passing thought like a wet napkin. It nearly sent you spiraling; you were without a single word on the page, with twenty of them to fill.

You'd drawn up a plan the rest of that day, figuring it would take you at least two days to write the paper to your specifications, which gave you just under five days to: find an interviewee, develop a thesis and ensuing questions, and gather the data. You cursed yourself for ever choosing a class as heavy in writing as journalism for your last term. At least a PE credit would have let you blow off steam.

By the time it hit seventy hours in your apartment you nearly threw yourself out the window to feel something other than the crushing weight of the deadline. Phone calls haunted your dreams where you had to admit to your parents you couldn't finish college because you couldn't stop something as simple as writer's block. It consumed you, both day and night, pulling the color out of your face and emphasizing the dark crescent moon under your eyes. With a solid "fuck it", you threw on some sweats and hunkered down to the corner store. Rai would be a pleasant sight. He'd ask about your classes as he always did, and maybe he'd even have some ideas.

The sky stung your eyes after essentially living in a cave for the better part of three days, though it was cloudy and dark as it ever was in the city. The infamous scent of chemical rain stung the lining of your nose, prickling every microscopic hair to annoyance. It beseeched you how difficult this assignment was; nothing, no assignment in all your years of academia, had stirred you as much as this one. It plucked at the edges of your skin with relentless animosity, gleeful as you spiraled deeper into what eerily resembled a depressive episode. The experience of this paper was rattling your bones, and you were close to calling up the school counselor.

Your palm shoved the slick handle of the store door open, the familiar ding and "Welcome in!" forcing you to hide your chagrin. A quick flit of your eyes to the register and you noticed Rai wasn't on shift. Ugh.

You walked toward the register to check out the deli. Rai always had delicious surprises, and offered you the 'student discount', which was really nonexistent—just kindness from the sweet acquaintance. Hell, at this point he was one of your closest friends. You could’ve laughed at how lonely you were, if it weren’t so fucking painful.

Except today, the deli was empty. You checked your phone with confusion, sure you’d gotten here before even the earliest time he’d closed it. Peering over at a young woman you'd never seen before, you asked if he was okay. Rai was as reliable as the rain in Gotham.

Sheepish, she cleared her throat lightly before perking up. "Actually um, our family was asked to cater at the city hall meeting tonight!" Visibly excited, she rambled on. "Rai is my brother, he's with our mother prepping the dishes."

"Oh, cool!" You drudged up the small amount of enthusiasm still left within you and mustered interest. "That'll be good for business, I'm sure."

The young woman nodded so quickly you feared her head might roll off. Her excitement became palpable and you couldn't help but grin as she prattled on. "Definitely! My mom was so happy when we got the invite, Mr. Wayne sent us a handwritten letter with a BONUS inside!"

And then it hit you like sharp, salty wind, and you bid a quick farewell to scurry back to your apartment. You dialed up Dr. Vry after pulling her number from the syllabus, praying she hadn't left the office early. On the last ring she answered, chewing on something on the other line. "Dr. Janay Vry speaking."

"Dr. Vry, hey! It’s Y/N. Would you be able to give me one of the department’s press passes for the event at city hall tonight?" The keys were chilled in your hand from the outside air and you put her on speaker as you rushed your clothes off.

"Well hello to you too, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm afraid I was just packing up."

"Please, I found someone to interview." You yanked off your socks and unclipped your bra. You needed to shower and be out the door as quickly as possible.

"And who could be so important as to call me on a Friday evening twenty minutes before I retire home?" She sounded aloof, not quite frustrated yet.

"Bruce Wayne.”

[rizuuspoetry]

You are like the forbidden fruit I can't keep my hands off .

- Rz

[rieamena]

yktil (you know that i'm lit)

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synopsis: when two streamers come together to maximize their joint stupid

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[pursuitseternal]

“𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘”

First Age Sauron/Galadriel, Phantom of the Opera/ Gothic Romance AU

First Age Sauron x Galadriel | E | 58K Complete

Summary: Inspired by “The Phantom of the Opera…” Galadriel lives a life very different from her days as Commander, now in the court of her brother Finrod, a survivor of the lupine horrors her endured with Beren. Finrod is now an Elven king in the new realm founded on the ruins of Dol Guldur. The evil is gone, or so they think. Rumors of a Phantom in the wood begin to surface, as he sabotages and steals… and seduces.

CW:Masquerades, forge sex, Vampire form sex, Annatar form, Celeborn as Roaul, Finrod with PTSD, Morgoth returns, Major character death with a glimmer of hope at the end.

Tolkien Fic Masterlist

[fishyvamp]

Joey: -the blatant disrespect coming from your pie hole is unacceptable.

S/O: Pie hole? That's not very sigma grind of you.

Joey: What the fuck are you saying. It's like talking to an alien

S/O: Yeah, I guess you'd need to be rizz level 5 to get that

Joey: I HAVE rizz- oh my god you've infected me

TW: minor degradation, alcohol

LMFAO 😂 I'm going to be honest I think Joey would get sick of it and have you bent over the bar just to keep you quiet. So obligatory 18+ MDNI, smut under the cut. A drabble in which Joey tried to prove he ain't an old man

He knows he's going to lose the fight, the alcohol running rampant in his system. You know all his words and aren't as thrown off by them as he is of yours, but if your too busy moaning his name at least you won't be roasting him for being an old man, 19 ain't that old man.

"what's wrong doll face, Cat got your tongue?" Joey teases as he drags his fingers along your sex dipping into your fluttering hole. Body caging you to the bar. "Is this enough rizz for you?" He whispers huskily in your ear. You just chuckle bracing yourself on the bar moaning slightly, "big yikes," you huff out, "acting hella cringe." A growl escaping him, "Say one of those words one more time and I'll..."

"you'll what? get jiggy with it?" You joke, Joey looked down with a frown your smile bright and infuriating. "I'll walk away, I'll get you all hot and bothered and leave you here blue balled and needy, I'll tell Frank you're in a time out." His fingers going deeper brushing and teasing you. "I know you, I know how much you need this old man to get you off." His breath ghosting the shell of you ear. Teeth grazing softly as he removes his hand drifting upwards tracing the outline of your belly feeling it twitch under his touch, "I know you need this, so be a good toy and behave." His words low and dangerous as he lifts up.

A free Hand undoing his pants as he frees himself, heavy cock bouncing against your thigh. His hand still in place, teasing your hole feeling the way you clench around just one finger, he was determined to prove to you that he wasn't old, determined to make your brain such a mess that you forget those silly words that drive him loco. Another finger met with the other sliding inside you stretching you. Joey grunted with impatience as he lines up the cock with your tight hole moaning loudly as he thrust in. He fit like a fucking glove. Your warmth like velvet on his sensitive skin.

Grunting he picks you off the counter fucking into you harshly, "If I was old could I do this?" He asks hearing you whine in satisfaction. The weight of you feeling nice in his arms, the killer strength of the entity making you feel weightless to him. "Such a good toy, proper little fuck hole." He grunts in time with his thrusts holding you in the air nails digging into his back. You were so loud and yet so quiet. Already coming on his cock as he brushes your sweet spot over and over again. His own belly rolling and twisting. Balls begining to tighten pulling in tight as he unloads inside you. Panting heavily he falls on the couch nearby looking you brushing at your sweaty hair. "How's that for an old man."

You look up coming down from your high with a big ol', "bet." He just blinks in disbelief, "what the fuck does that mean?!"

[tahthetrickster]

complaining in the gc about how ugly people talk about (primarily) women who aren’t bothering anybody and are just reading their lil smutty tiktok dark romances or whatever and had a librarianship take

[swansworth]

My High Lady

A Darker!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: You are Rhysand’s mate and he is not afraid to make an example out of any who dare harm you. And you are more than happy to let him stake his claim in front of the gathered crowd. After all, he is as much yours as you are his and they all need to remember that. 

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, public sex, finger-fucking, rougher sex, mild breeding kink, semi-graphic torture and mutilation of a prisoner, biting/marking, Darker!Rhysand, mildly possessive talk

Word Count: 2,638

Author Notes: Just a really delicious idea that popped into my head and I had to get out. Considering this is my first time writing for Rhysand at length, I’m pretty content with this. Special thanks to @bubbles-for-all-of-us​ and @azsazz​ for being so lovely and encouraging me to write this. 

Can now be found on AO3 here.

“I have to pretend to be someone I am not when I’m in the Hewn City,” Rhysand had once said, “Though, I will admit, it’s becoming harder and harder to determine where the real me begins and the persona ends.” 

As you stared at him, his violet eyes almost black with fury, you wondered briefly if there had ever been a persona to begin with. However cruel the being before you seemed to be, you were not afraid. This being was born out of a soul-deep unconditional love for you; you would never be in danger of it. Your gaze returned once more to the elemental currently bound before you. He still smirked, as if he somehow had the upper hand in this twisted game he had thrust upon Rhysand. His mud colored eyes turned to focus on you and your fingers curled into a fist, ready to punch that smug look off his face if need be. 

The growl that tore through Rhysand’s throat then, clawing its way out of his mouth—with a ferocity that you could only describe as carnal—was a clear message that the High Lord of the Night Court was done playing games. Rhysand flicked his wrist in a gesture so slight that to the untrained eye, it would have looked as if he hadn’t even flinched. There was a pause, and the elemental laughed at him, and you, not for the first time, felt a desperate urge to tear the bastard’s throat out with your bare hands. 

The elemental’s laughter died suddenly, rapidly changing into a harsh series of screams as his body was overcome with a dark vicious-looking shadow that pulled and clawed at his flesh, tearing it slowly, mercilessly. Rhysand shot Keir a look and the Steward quickly stepped forward to put a small, opalescent, orb on a pedestal beside the restrained fugitive. A light burst from the orb, cutting through the shadow, projecting for all those present the crimes of the elemental and Rhysand’s violet eyes narrowed dangerously. 

“Elemental you may be, Aldric Firedagger, but surely they taught you not to touch that which does not belong to you in the Elemental Planes?” His tone was deceptively calm and you looked at him, watched rage swirl in those eyes that so often held nothing but love and adoration for you. “You tried to drag my love, my mate, back to that cave you call home, You dared to lay your tainted hands on her, hoping that you could steal her from me and then touch her, claim her, in the most intimate parts of her being. That right is mine. As payment for your despicable actions, we ask you to pay with your hands.”

Aldric pleaded, “Please! I need my hands for my work!” 

Poor thing. 

Rhysand’s voice was clear in your mind, as smooth as velvet and just as comforting. 

He hasn’t realized I’m not going to let him out of here alive. 

You know that he didn’t hurt me, Rhysand. 

You haven’t seen what was in his mind. Believe me when I say hurting you was the kindest thing he had in store for you had Azriel not found you in time. 

Then do what you must, love. 

There was a tug of affection through your bond and you offered a reaffirming tug in return. Aldric’s hands were gone an instant later; sliced neatly by the claw-like shadows. You barely noticed his screams, not when Rhysand was gingerly stroking against the wall you kept up, almost as if to distract you from what was happening. 

Rhys, I knew what I was getting into when I accepted the mating bond. 

I just don’t want you to see more than you have to. 

You said that we would do everything together. I intend to endure this together as well. 

You could almost see Rhysand’s smile in your mind. 

That’s my girl.

His attention shifted back to Aldric. For his part, Aldric had stopped sobbing as if he had accepted the weight and consequences of his actions. There was a look in his brown eyes you couldn’t quite place and it was only after he spoke that you knew what it was. “Do your worst half-breed.” 

Facing death had made Aldric bold. His challenging words caused a ripple through the court, a wave of gasped breaths reverberated against the carved stone walls. Fire elemental or not, you had never seen such a blazing look on Aldric’s face before and for a moment you worried that he was going to burst, to scorch you all to Hell. Rhysand, however, was unfazed. 

“They say that it is a sin to covet, Firedagger. Yet, with your eyes you have lusted after many beings, my mate included. Fantasies of passion, both sexual and murderous have filled your gaze and thoughts. I have seen it. It’s all there in your mind, unprotected and exposed. Tell me, Aldric, why is that?” 

“I have nothing to hide. I am not ashamed of my desires, no matter how dark and corrupted they may seem to be.” The burning was still there in his gaze as he lifted his head and squared his shoulders. He was emboldened and reckless and one quick glance to Rhysand’s carefully composed face told you that Aldric had just made his last move in this twisted game of theirs.

“For those crimes, we ask you to pay with your eyes,” Rhysand’s voice was deep, powerful, and you shuddered against him as the shadows made quick work of utterly wrecking Aldric’s eyes. His scream fell on deaf ears, none caring that this measly elemental was being torn apart by the High Lord. 

You supposed it said quite a lot about who you had become that rather than be disgusted by this torturous, public, punishment you felt aroused. There was an undeniable heat pooling between your thighs as you watched your mate’s stronger, darker magic—the magic that made him the High Lord—tear this insignificant being apart piece by piece. It was a graphic display, a goreish show, that had many turning away. Even there in the Hewn City, it was almost too horrifying. You, however, could see it for what it truly was. In the most twisted way, it was a demonstration not only of the High Lord's true power, but of the undying, unconditional love he felt for you, his mate, his High Lady.

Try as you may, you couldn’t ignore that burning heat within you, that flame of arousal. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you debated what to do. The logical solution was to be as patient as you were able; Rhysand always took such good care of you, knew exactly how to use his mouth, fingers, and cock to make you sing in pleasure. However, a larger part of you wanted to have him right there, audience be damned. Let them see. Let them all see how well Rhysand claimed you and how he was hopelessly yours as much as you were undeniably his. 

It was a thought that certainly had its merits. 

Your fingers wandered down the expanse of your abdomen, around your hip to your lower back where the fastens that held your skirt together resided. With a practiced ease you worked them open, sighing in relief as the immense amount of fabric fell down, pooling at your feet. You stepped out of the skirt, pushing it aside with your foot, and were happy that the cloak Rhysand had insisted on wearing was large enough to cover your now nude lower half.

You brought your hand back around to the small patch of hair resting just above your slick folds, dragging your fingers down to press against your entrance. A low hiss escaped you as they slipped in with ease, surprised by how wet you were already. Your gaze locked onto the slowly diminishing form of Aldric, each scream that erupted from his mouth sending a shiver down your spine because you knew that he was suffering because he dared to look at and touch something that was forbidden to him.

The scent of your arousal was evident to everyone present; they could smell your slick as you worked yourself open, quivering against your mate’s side and moaning into the darkness. You felt Rhysand’s grip on you tighten and all but shivered as he turned dark, hungry eyes towards you. He flicked his wrist again, his gaze solely focused on your face, and he watched as your pupils dilated with a desperate need at the sound of Aldric’s tormented wails. You could so clearly see the depravity in his violet eyes and eagerly met it with your own. It was a look that said I see you and I love you and accept you and Rhysand let out an almost choked sound at the sight of it. 

You gasped as Rhysand turned to face you fully, pulling you close and grinding your bodies together as he bent down to lick his way into your mouth. His left hand wandered down the planes of your skin, joining your own at your dripping cunt. You cried out, using your free hand to grab onto the front of his tunic as he pressed one, two, three of his thick fingers into you, thrusting in and out alongside your own smaller digits. 

You chanced a look back at Aldric and watched as his arm slowly came undone in perfect synchronization with Rhysand’s own gentle touch to your arm. The same happened again as Rhysand dragged his hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look back at him as he surged forward and captured your mouth once more, his other hand still fucking you open relentlessly. The knowledge that for every inch of you that Rhysand touched Aldric would lose that part simultaneously produced an especially delicious-smelling gush of slick from you and you moaned as Rhysand brought an utterly soaked hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

“Rhys,” you pleaded, sighing in relief when his fingers entered you once more, “Please. Claim me. Mate me again. Show them we are equals.” The implication of your words was understood by all in attendance and Rhysand, who normally took a pause to verify you truly wanted to be ravaged so thoroughly by him, unleashed a sound that was positively bestial as he gripped the corset and blouse you were wearing and tore them asunder.

His hands gripped your waist, dragging you down to the ground with him, into the dust beneath your feet. It was a filthy thing, one that to many would be seen as unfit for a fae of his standing, but neither of you cared. The ferocity with which Rhysand flipped you around, edging you onto your hands and knees—soaked entrance on display like a bitch in heat—sent a full body shudder through you, getting a thrill at seeing your mate so unhinged.

The sound of Rhysand untying the fastens of his trousers was familiar and you pressed back harder against him, hoping to feel some of the cock you knew he was freeing. You could feel yourself gushing, slick spilling out of you as Rhysand rubbed the head of his thick cock against your wet entrance. Rhysand’s normally calm outward appearance was ripped away as Aldric let out a particularly blood curdling cry, his body disintegrating as Rhysand fucked into you in one fluid movement. 

The lack of care you felt in that moment for Aldric should have, perhaps, frightened you. But the sight of his body blasting apart and then dissolving into ash and dust sent a shiver down your spine. It was a brutal, grotesque, thing, but it was a sign that your mate loved you, truly, madly, deeply. If the visual display from the High Lord of Night was not enough, the way he took you, claimed you, in front of all present, was another reminder. 

You took in that glorious cock, moaning at the curve of it. It was a proud, thick, thing and you shuddered as you felt it throb within you. Then, you rocked back against Rhysand, urging him on, wanting more. The base part of your brain, that seemed fond of taking over whenever Rhysand was more feral, was desperate to be glutted with his seed, to be bred and filled with a new life in front of the ashen remains of someone who thought they could have you.

Rhysand was a bestial thing, his grip on your hips firm, keeping you still as he pounded into you. Growls tore out of his throat as his mouth moved against your flesh, biting and sucking all over to mark you, to show any who dared look that you had a lover, a mate, and that he had staked his claim. You were helpless, only able to angle your body to make the slide of his cock easier, allowing him deeper. The speed with which he took you was nearly too much, yet you were thriving, your muscles convulsing around him as he drove into you. 

He thrust in deep and perfect and you threw your head back, exposing more of your neck to his mouth. You screamed your pleasure, and pleaded for him to continue, begged for him to finally claim you. He bit down and your’s eyes widened in surprise as you felt a sudden surge of his power course through your veins, pulsing through every inch of your being. His tongue darted out to lick at the traces of blood seeping out of his claiming mark and you hissed in delight at the sensation. 

“I love you. You rare, beautiful thing. My mate, my wife, my High Lady.” Rhysand’s voice was barely recognizable, more of a growl than anything else. His hips stuttered as he spoke and he bit down once more as he emptied himself into you. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into you, stuffing you full of him, had you screaming as you came at last. 

Rhysand’s mouth was licking and kissing along the mark he had made and you groaned as he shifted. You could feel him in every fiber of your being and finally felt complete. ‘This’, you thought, ‘this is what I was missing.’ Rhysand hoisted you up with ease, standing with you still stuffed full of his cock and seed. He moved you slowly, turning you so your legs could wrap around his waist and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it must have looked to your audience, but refrained. Instead, you gasped once more as Rhysand carefully pulled out, his cum leaking out of you and onto the ground below. 

What a waste. 

You couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Though that was a conversation for another time. 

Rhysand’s hands were on your rear, keeping you supported as he looked around at the group surrounding you. There was a dangerous look in his eyes again, silently reminding them all to stay in their place. 

“Someone clean up this mess,” Rhysand snapped, his voice rough and guttural and you delighted at the sound of it, “The High Lady and I are going to retire for the evening.” The High Lady. You grinned wildly at the sound of that. It was merely a title at the end of the day, but it spoke volumes and told all the fae in attendance that you were their ruler, that you were his equal and were not to be trifled with. 

“Thank you, my darling,” You whispered against the shell of one of his pointed ears, your tone sincere and full of the love you held for him. You peppered kisses along his handsome face, neck, and shoulder and Rhysand gave an approving hum before whispering a promise, “For you, my love, my life, anything.” 

[akajustmerry]

I've literally NEVER come across a version of the jealousy plot/trope in romance that I like. I personally find it very boring and/or misogynistic. like, I know jealousy is a human emotion and blah blah blah but my god I do not get the appeal in the romance genre of someone acting possessive of you to that level. at most I don't mind when it's done in a comedic way but even then I just dgaf. the appeal of that trope does not appeal to me at all.