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Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk - Tangerine x Fem!Reader

Disclaimers: I’ve never done a Kinktober. These pieces are rushed. As a result they may be poorly written and OOC. Apologies in advance.

Summary: On a job, through an earpiece, Tangerine learns how easily influenced you are by his words. 

Warnings: NSFW, Dirty Talk, no actual smut though.

There was the odd job that The Twins would be assigned that they couldn’t do alone.

Specifically, any infiltration that required a woman’s touch, or a job that required 3 parties. Not to mention, the odd time where one of the twins were ill or recovering from a wound.

The Twins may be some of the bests in the business, but even they had to outsource sometimes, all for the sake of a job well done.

So, on those rare occasions, The Twins would outsource to you.

The third fruit, Lemon would excitedly say.

You were quite endeared to The Twins – a fact that was rather dangerous, given your respective lines of work. But the moment you met the pair, your heart warmed as you listened to Lemon excitedly talk over his brother.

“I’m not quite sure who you are yet – could be a Daisy, sweet and reliable that one…”    

 “Lemon.”

“Or an Annie, can’t forget about her.”

“Lemon.”

“Mind, there’s no reason you couldn’t be a male train – sexist of me, I’m sorry bruv –“

“Lemon!” Tangerine snapped, whacking his arm.

“Oi! What, mate?”

“Much as I’d love to go on about which fuckin’ Thomas the Train she is, we have precious little time before she needs to make a move. So –“

“It’s Thomas the Tank Engine,” you interject.

Tangerine paused for a moment before turning to you, eyes widened ever-so-slightly.

“What?”

“It’s not Thomas the Train, it’s Thomas the Tank.”

Lemon laughed excitedly as Tangerine attempted to collect himself.

“It doesn’t bloody matter, does it? Now, did you read the briefing I sent ya?”

“Oh, was I supposed to? I thought you’d just explain on the way.”

A heavy silence hung over the group.

“We should call her Lime.”

“Lemon!”

Despite the annoyance that radiated off of Tangerine in that moment, a strange partnership had formed. You and Lemon got along swimmingly, and you thrived on getting under Tangerine’s skin.

A completely healthy office relationship, you would chuckle to yourself.

Eventually, the boys called on you for help again.

Lemon was slowed down – after taking a couple of bullets to the leg, he was wrapped up and loopy on morphine. This didn’t stop Tangerine from accepting the next call that came in.

“It’s just a small job,” Tangerine explained you over the phone. “You’ll meet me in a small hotel. I’ll give you some equipment, you’ll pose as some rich man’s wife and go collect the briefcase that we need.  Easy.”

“And how do we know that they’ll believe I’m this rich man’s wife.”

“Mother of all coincidences, you look like the few photos that exist of her. The job was made for you love, and it’d be helping me and Lemon out a bunch.”

You paused.

“You’ll get a cut of the profits too, obviously.”

“No, of course,” you snap out of your stupor. “When do you need me?”

“I’ll get you a plane ticket to Monaco for tomorrow morning. Thanks, love.”

There it was again; you note as you hang up your phone.

The use of ‘love’.

You weren’t immune to Tangerine’s charms. Sure, he was a bit rough around the engines, swore like a sailor, and frequently let his anger take over. But he was also incredibly sweet when he needed to be, and wonderful at talking his way out of situation.

He was also wonderful at talking you in to situations.

At some point, your endearment to the twins had grown. You weren’t sure when you had begun to see Lemon as a brother, or when your crush on Tangerine had developed, but it had. Before you would carefully plan out when you were helping The Twins, rejecting several of their job offers if something better was on the horizon, or if their success wasn’t in your best interest.

And now you were hopping on a plane to Monaco, without a second thought.

When you arrived in the hotel, Tangerine was already waiting for you. He stood by the window in the same impeccable blue pinstriped suit he wore when he met you, typing away on his phone with a furrowed brow.

“How’s Lemon?” you question, setting your small suitcase down near the bed.

There’s only one bed, you notice. In your mind’s eye you shrug – a problem for later.

“He’s already trying to get up and about, even though he fuckin’ can’t move his leg and he’s textin’ like a fuckin’ 12 year old who jus’ opened their first bottle of tequila.”

His accent always gets thicker when he’s angry. It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

“12 seems a bit young for tequila. Mind, I started on rum when I was 14.”

Tangerine just sniffs, continuing to type what you now know is a long, angry scolding.

“And if I recall,” you wander over to the bed as you speak, poking through the supplies on it. “Trying to get you to sit still after you’ve been wounded is always a futile task too. You’re no better.”

That finally caused him to look up, glaring for a moment before he slid his phone into his pocket with a huff.

“Right then. Shall we?”

“Are you going to explain what this is about? You didn’t even send a briefing this time.”

“Not like you bloody well read ‘em, do ya now?”

You grin. “No, I guess I don’t.”

He strides towards you, picking a medium sized box off the bed and passing it to you. “Exactly. Go change, and I’ll explain after.”

You reach for the box, but when you go to pull away, you find Tangerine holding it too tightly.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, confused.

“It’s good to see you, love. Really.”

It takes every ounce of control you have to not wildly blush or stutter. Instead, you reach out to grab his arm lightly.

“Good to see you too, T.”

Taking the box, you make your way to the bathroom and quickly begin to undress. As you remove the lid, you can’t help but marvel at the dress inside.

Your job was so cool.

The silk was cool to the touch, and the deep blue dress would serve to highlight every curve you had. The matching silver heels and jewelry in the box served to add an extra layer of elegance to the ensemble.

Exiting the bathroom, you felt powerful, unstoppable. Your mind kept flashing back to James Bond movies, where the women were always goddesses, perfection.

And the way Tangerine’s eyes traversed your body only made you feel ten times stronger.

“Will I do?” you question, noticing the way he swallowed thickly.

“Quite nicely, love.”

He turned around to busy himself with the remaining items on the bed – a gun and a thigh holster for protection, a small purse, and –

“An earpiece, so I can fill you in as we go. Less conspicuous than having your phone to your ear all night.”

“Wow, you really are accepting that I don’t do my research beforehand.”

You take it, inserting it in your ear and hiding it with a few strands of hair.

Tangerine watches quietly as you slide the gun holster up your thigh, ensuring everything was tightly fastened and slipping a small pistol into it.

“Good. Now, here’s the plan…”

“This is a stupid plan,” you mutter, walking through the double doors to the blinding lights and deafening sounds of the casino.

“It’s a perfect plan love, come on now,” Tangerine muttered back.

If you weren’t as stressed, you might’ve shuddered at that. It was bad enough when he called you love, but when he did it right in your ear, you were just about done for.

Damn earpiece.

“Right, because I’m a dead ringer for some mobster’s wife, so I can march right up and –“

“How can I help you miss?”

At the counter, a cheerful bartender smiled at you.

“Yes. My husband sent me to collect a case. It should be waiting under the name Maroni.”

“Yes of course. It’ll just be a moment; can I get you a drink while you wait?”

“Gin martini, please.”

You sit up on a bar stool, crossing your legs. Within seconds a drink is in your hand, and you smile graciously.

Your smile fades quickly, however. “I feel like everyone can tell I’m a fraud,” you mumble into your drink.

Tangerine is quick to answer. “How do you mean?”

“They’re staring. They can tell.”            “Love, if they could tell there’d be guns pulled on ya in 5 seconds flat. They’re lookin’ at ya cause you’re gorgeous.”

“You think?”

“I think if you weren’t posing as the wife of a dangerous man, you’d have ‘em lined up trying to get the chance to rip that dress off of ya.”

You chuckle into your drink.

“Something funny, love?”

“No, it’s just. You can’t be whispering compliments into my ear when I’m supposed to be keeping a straight face. It’s not going to go well.”

You can hear a laugh. “No? You don’t want to hear that you’re a vision? That if I didn’t know better, I’d be one of them men lining up for a chance to even talk to ya?”

“Only if you mean it,” you tease lightly, taking another sip and scanning the room.

“Of course I mean it, darling.”

You feel your thighs inadvertently clench at the change in pet name.

“And what would you do? If we were strangers, meeting in a place like this.”

“I thought you wanted to focus on the job.”

“The job’ll get done. This’ll just make it way more fun.”

There’s a moment of silence on the line.

“You going to seduce me, Tangerine?”

“You want me to? Want me to whisper dirty little words in your ear until you’re fucking dripping for me, so I can pin you to the door the minute you’re back in this room with me?”

Fuck.

“Do your worst,” you mutter, finishing off your drink and smiling to the bartender.

“It’ll just be a moment more, ma’am. Another drink for your wait?”

“Please.”

Tangerine pipes up. “You really think you’re gonna last with this game, love? You think I don’t notice the way you blush anytime I call you love or darling?”

You feel your heart drop, but before you can respond he’s speaking again.

“Did you think I wasn’t interested? That I didn’t want to steal you away like one of my trinkets the minute I saw you?”

Your chest fills with hope as the bartender brings your second drink.

“I get so turned on every time I see you, love. And seeing you walking out of our bathroom dressed like that, I nearly didn’t let you leave the room. I could’a dropped to my knees then and there, let you make a real mess of my face. I’d eat you out ‘till you were crying for me to stop, love, you looked like a goddess, begging to be worshipped.”

You clear your throat and take a large swig of your drink, desperate to clear the lump that had formed.

“You flustered already, darlin’? Cause I’m not even done, not even close. See, once I hold you, love you, worship you properly, well…then I planned to ruin you, see. I plan to force you on your knees, watch you look up at me all pretty, tears running while you choke on me. I plan to hold you down and use you like a toy, make up for all the times you drove me insane on our jobs.”

“Miss? The case,”

You inhale sharply, smiling apologetically at the bartender who’s holding the case out for you.

“Sorry, I was in my own world. Everything is here?”

“Everything is there, as requested Mrs. Maroni.”

“Wonderful.”

You open your small clutch purse, pulling out a small wad of cash.

“For the service.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you do,” Tangerine starts speaking again as you stand. Your face flushes as you notice the wetness between your thighs, and you pray it’s not visible on your dress. “I’ll give you so much pleasure you’re begging me to stop, love. Now we just got to get you home.”

“To a hotel room with one bed. What a coincidence.”

“A happy accident. But all I could think about when I saw was if I’d get lucky enough to have you in it.”

“Follow through on your words and you just might. Where’s my getaway car?”

“There ought to be a black Jaguar not too far from the exit.”

“Got it.”

“Do you remember that job the three of us took? Lemon was transporting the target in a different car, you and me were on the road. Took all my effort not to bring my hand up that gorgeous thigh of yours, slip a finger into that warm cunt, touch you until you were crying for me to pull over and fuck ya over the hood.”

“Shame you didn’t.”

“Oh, I plan to make up for lost time, love, don’t you worry. I’ll worship you like a queen, and when I’m done I’ll break you like a slut. And you’re gonna take every minute of it like a good little girl, tellin’ me how good I’m fuckin’ ya, that you don’t want anyone else. Can you do that for me, love?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m on my way.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

[chemicalalice]

Fic: Stars in Your Eyes - Kinktober Day 21

Title: Stars in Your Eyes

Summary: Rhett is a good man. It is about time someone told him so.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!Reader

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing, praise kink. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 2042

AN: Ooops I forgot to post this on time.

You looked up from the papers spread across the desk when you heard the soft knock on your office door. They may call you the Ice Queen in the office because you were so focused and no-nonsense when it came to work, but the sight before you had a giant smile spreading across your lips.

Rhett Abbott stood there, shoulders hunched, the saddest looking bunch of already wilting wildflowers clutched in one hand, and a small, hesitant grin on his face, like a dog preparing for a smack in the face from a newspaper should his presence be unwelcome. You couldn't think of a single scenario in which the sight of him wouldn't be a good thing.

You glanced at clock and winced. You were supposed to meet him outside 20 minutes ago. You stood and began shuffling the papers spread across your desk into a disorderly pile. "I am so sorry Rhett! I lost track of time!"

He gave a small shrug. "It's fine, I figured. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail."

You snatched at the phone laying half hidden under a file folder. Two missed calls. The phone somehow on 'do not disturb' mode. "Shit. I'm really sor-"

"Its completely fine," he cut in, smile growing slightly. "I know this case has had you pretty distracted."

You sighed, shoulders dropping. You knew he wasn't going to hold it against you, but you still felt bad. You turned to resume gathering your things but took a moment to take a better look at him. He was still hovering in your doorway, the hand not holding the flowers shoved awkwardly in his jacket pocket. He looked uncomfortable and you realized how out of place he must feel; scuffed boots, beat up ball cap, and stained Carhartt jacket in a sea of manicures, suits, stilettos and ties.

The thing you two had going was still early days, but you knew he was harboring some severe insecurities about his perceived worth when it came to relationships. You had grown up in the same town, attended the same school, but you came from money and had always rubbed shoulders with the likes of the Tillerson's and other well off ranching families. You had actually even dated Luke for a period, before you both went off to college, him for business and you for law.

Rhett, on the other hand, hadn't ever had a steady relationship during school. And while he had no problems pulling girls now, they were just buckle bunnies; more interested in hooking up with a bull rider, any bull rider, than they actually were in Rhett himself. You sensed that despite his nonchalance towards that lifestyle, that it wasn't actually what he wanted at all.

Perhaps the biggest blow to Rhett's self esteem was Maria. She had toyed with him in school, and she had toyed with him again, worse, when she had returned to Wabang. She had looked down on Rhett for never getting out of Wabang, and yet she hadn't either. Not really. A few failed years in college and she was back as well. Rhett didn't see that, though. He just saw her scorn.

To those who wanted big city living, Wabang may have seen like just another podunk town. But the truth was, there was a lot of money in Amelia county; some of the largest ranches in the States were headquartered near there. You may have been fresh out of college, but representing those ranchers' business interests already had you pulling in six figures a year. So no, you didn't think living there was a failure at all. But you would have come back regardless; there was no peace for you in the city. It was pollution and noise and crowds. True happiness lived on the wide open planes, up the mountains, and amongst the pine. And you couldn't put a price on that.

But Maria's words had wormed their way deep into Rhett. His self-depreciating comments passed off as jokes made it clear that he thought a girl like you belong with a college educated, Rolex wearing, rich guy who maybe owned a ranch but never had to spend a single day working it. Not a family rancher with a beat up truck like him and only a mediocre rodeo career to offer. The only thing he had to his name was that truck and he still lived at home. It bugged him.

When you finished packing your stuff you clicked your desk lights off and crossed the office to where Rhett stood. Your heel almost made you level with Rhett, but you still had to lean up a few centimeters for your lips to meet. The kiss was soft, but lingering; right in the middle of all those guys Rhett thought were a better match for you. You hated that he thought that way, but you were happy to shut that voice up inside of him whenever could.

When you pulled back you reached for your bouquet, giving him your hand to hold instead. "Let's get out of here."

His cheeks were tinged pink but he was smiling as you led him out of the building hand in hand

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You had convinced Rhett to skip the fancy dinner the two of you had previously planned and got fries and burgers to go at the diner instead. You wanted him to take you out stargazing.

Rhett, as you pleasantly discovered, was very knowledgeable about the night sky, and laying out, having him point out the various planets and constellations, was one of your favorite things to do with him. The nights were starting to get cold, and you figured this would be one of the last night you could star gaze with him comfortably.

When he found a spot he liked and turned off the truck you reached over and put a hand on his leg to keep him from climbing out.

"Hold on a minute," you said, giving him a tug so that he would slide over and meet you half way on the bench seat of the truck. You didn't want the steering wheel in the way of what you had planned.

When you had him where you wanted, you rose up and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His hands landed on your knees instinctively, but they quickly slide up under your skirt to rest on your upper thighs. "I think I like where this is going," he murmured, voice low and soft, that heart stopping grin one again stretching across his face, showing how pleased he was with the turn of events. You loved his voice, they way he talked, and his words caused that delicious tingle in-between you legs to flare to life.

You pushed his hat off his head before tangling your arms around his neck, neither one of you paying any attention as it hit the seat and slipped to the floor. Your face dipped to his, lips pressing together hotly. Beneath you, you felt him instantly harden at the contact, and you rocked down slightly, causing him to groan against your lips.

You laughed and leaned back, arms unwinding from his neck to pull your shirt over you head and tossing it to the floor of the cab. "I do want to look at the stars with you. But first, I want you to fuck me," you told him.

He sat up, nodding eagerly and hands falling to his belt buckle, which he began to unfasten. "Yeah, baby, I can do that."

You hesitate slightly, nothing Rhett would even notice, as small seed of doubt blooms in your belly at what you are going to do next, but then you lean in. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me," you purr, letting your lips graze across his cheek, and Rhett freezes, whole body tensing up before releasing with a full body shudder and a barely audible moan. Time stops, for a movement, but then he moves, avoiding looking at you as he resumes removing his jeans. You didn't need to see the look in his eyes to have your suspicions confirmed. You let him focus on his pants as you press an open mouthed kiss to his neck, tongue darting out to trace along the muscle where his neck met his shoulders. Rhett was the best man you had ever known, and you were going to give him what he so obviously craved and never got.

When his pants and underwear had finally been shoved down to his knees and your skirt was bunched up around your waist, he hooked a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side, allowing you to hold his cock steady at your soaking entrance as your sunk down on him.

You both moaned at the sensation of your cunt, wet and hot, stretching around him. His head dropped to your shoulder and his arms came up to circle around you. You only stayed still for a moment, and then you began to move, hips rocking gently.

"God, you feel so good in me, Rhett. You make me feel so, so good." He shuddered again.

Your movements were slow and steady, unhurried. You wanted to take your time with him tonight. Make him feel just as good, as loved, as he always made you feel. Neither one of you had said it yet, but it was there; you both knew it, but insecurities from past relationships on both sides held it back. You were going to change that tonight.

Rhett reached up to unclasp your bra, and you wound your fingers in his hair, tugging with a gasp as his mouth latched on to one nipple, biting teasingly before tonguing the flesh to stiffness.

"You are so fucking handsome," your voice was breathy as you spoke. Rhett's hands had fallen to your hips, helping the rise and fall of your body and you could feel your pleasure bringing to grow. "So fucking sexy. And so, so good to me."

His switched to your other breast and you moaned. Fingers tightening in his hair, wanting to pull him closer and simultaneously push him away, your nipples becoming overly sensitive to his touch.

You rolled your hips, feeling the beginning sparks of your orgasm, and he fell away from you with a gasp.

"Please! Please don't stop," he gasped, not sure what he was even asking for. The need to come? Or for you to say more? Your eyes prickled at the raw vulnerability in his expression; the desperation there, begging silently for your words to be what your truly felt, and not just pillow talk.

"You are such a good man, baby. I am so lucky to have you. So proud to call you mine." You felt him trembling and knew it wasn't just from the orgasm that was rushing to overtake you both.

You made sure he was looking you directly in the eye when you moaned out your next words. "I love you, Rhett."

He was cursing, fingers digging into your hips as he forced you down on his cock and held you there as he exploded inside you. His face was pressed into your neck, but you could still make out the words he was gasping out with every hot pulse of cum. I love, I love you, fucking christ, I love you. You felt his teeth close around your collar bone and it was all to much, your orgasm sparked up your spine and you came so hard the world faded black.

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Afterward, when heart rates returned to normal you and we're both laughing and smiling as you messily detangled your bodies, Rhett spread a blanket in the bed of his truck and you settled in close to him to gaze up and the endless expanse of stars above you.

"I love you, baby," Rhett said again, words soft but the emotion behind them filling the space around you.

You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I love you too, cowboy."

Your relationship was still early days, but you already knew this was the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

[moralesispunk]

Kinktober Day Eight - Voice Kink // Din Djarin

Kinktober Masterlist / @the-purity-pen

Warnings: female reader, voice kink, f masterbation, fingering, kissing

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n: oh and this is only part one... there is a day that works so perfectly well for part 2

Din wasn’t much of a talker.

You had once asked him if he had a maximum number of words he could say every day and that was why he answered any question you asked with as few words as possible. He answered that particular question with a silent stare that lasted five whole minutes before walking off.

To be fair to him, that had been months ago and not long after you had first met but while he did talk more now you still wouldn’t call him Mr Chatty. It was only really in the dead of night when you were alone in your room that Din began to unravel and let you hear more of that deep and gravelly voice. Whether he was telling you how good you felt squeezing his cock or he was reading off a list of what he needed to get at the market tomorrow, it made your thighs clench together and a heat would build in the pit of your stomach.

“My voice?” He had asked when you told him, your eyes not looking into his as you lay your head on his chest. “Look at me a second.”

When you looked up at him you were staring straight back into his visor but you could feel the smile he was wearing beneath it.

“What exactly is it you like about my voice?”

You shrugged and went to look away again but he held you in place, switching your bodies so you were lying with your head on the pillow and his body hovered over yours. While you were wearing only one of his shirts and a pair of panties, Din was in a full sleeve shirt and trousers, his hands were sans their gloves and his tattoos were peeking out the end of his sleeves but his helmet was still firmly on his head. 

He spoke your name slowly, his helmet inches from your face so you had to look into his eyes beneath the visor.

“It just… I like when you talk. Especially in bed. It just makes me feel… good?”

You honestly weren’t sure what it was. Maybe it was just the fact that you couldn’t see his face but if you could hear his voice you knew he was right there with you, guiding you through every second of pleasure he pulled from your body.

“Do you want to feel… good, now?”

It wasn’t a question that really needed to be asked as his body covered every inch of yours, not when your chest was heaving and your thighs were squeezing Din’s hips to hold him in place, but you answered it anyway.

“Please.”

You hadn’t expected him to move off of you when you answered, his weight shifting back to his heels as he reached up and dragged your panties down your legs. You watched as he tucked them in his back pocket - for what you weren’t sure - but then his hands skimmed up your legs and opened them wider for him… and then stopped.

“Touch yourself.”

You choked on your words. “What-”

“Touch yourself. You like my voice that much? Then you’re going to listen to me telling you to touch yourself.”

There are a lot of things that Din had said before that sent shivers up your spine and made goosebumps spread down your arms, ever since you got over that initial hurdle of him opening up he had never been shy about how attractive he found you, but he had never came out and said something so blunt before.

And as soon as you got over the initial shock you realized that you really, really, liked it.

By the time your hand had dipped between your thighs, after first giving Din a show of teasing and twisting your nipples over your shirt and slipping your fingers past your lips to get them wet, you were dripping onto the sheets below you and even with the visor in the way you knew that Din had carefully tracked your every move.

Your hands started slow circles on your clit, a shudder rolling through your body when you finally placed pressure against where you had needed it most.

“Faster,” Din growled, his voice sounding more hoarse already.

You did as he said, your fingers speeding up as you brought your bottom lip between your teeth and stared into his visor.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted, reaching forward to take your chin in his thumb and forefinger until you opened your mouth. “You want to hear me? Well, I want to hear from you too.”

He told you how pretty you were for him, how he loved watching you clench around nothing, how he liked listening to all those pretty sounds you gave him, and just when you were on the edge he told you to stop.

“Din-”

“Stop,” he growled.

You took your hand away and rested it on your thigh, staring into his visor until your breathing calmed once more.

“Touch yourself again.”

He did this two more times, his voice sounding more hoarse yet more confident with each time until he shuffled closer between your legs and you saw the red and leaking head of his cock peek out the waistband of his trousers. His hand palmed his hard length over the material, his shoulders rigid and chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

“Fuck yourself.”

Your fingers slipped down your folds, your stomach muscles clenching as you curled them deep inside you. Your palm brushed against your clit and you were satisfying some of the tension that had been building at the need to be filled but it was nowhere near as good as when Din does it, the thought making your eyes fall to where his hands are clenched into fists on his thighs.

“What is it?” Din asked, his voice mockingly sweet as he leaned forward and took your chin back between his fingers. “Hm?”

“It’s not- It’s not like when you-”

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away before replacing your fingers with his own. Even just one of his fingers feels like two of yours so when he thrust two in quickly, curling them at the same time, a high-pitched whine left your mouth as your back arched off of the mattress.

“Is that what you needed? Need my voice and need my fingers buried in you? What about my cock?” You moaned his name loudly at his words, a chant of yes, Din, yes leaving your mouth as he chuckled in return. “There’s no one else who can make you feel like this, is there? Because you’re mine, aren’t you?”

He’s asking questions you both know that you don’t need to answer. You, and everyone else in the village - in the galaxy, knows that you’re Din’s and he’s yours. The added benefit of all of this is that you just get to hear that cocky voice more.

“What is it you like about my voice? Is it hearing me tell you how beautiful you are? How pretty you look when you suck my cock?” His fingers continue to pulse in and out of you as he speaks and he cups his hand so his palm rubs perfectly against your clit. “How hard it is not to come when you’re on your hands and knees in front of me?” His voice dropped to barely a whisper. “How much I want to fill that pretty pussy until I can’t anymore-”

You cut him off with a low groan, your back arching off the bed and your nails digging into his forearm as you come around his fingers and your body shudders beneath his.

“There you are, there you go,” he coos. “I wish you could see how pretty you are when you come. Keep going, that’s it.” His other palm strokes up your stomach, holding you down against the mattress as he wrings the last of your orgasm from you. “You’re doing so well, just a little longer. Good girl.” The final two words come out in a growl that causes a high pitched whine to leave your mouth, his fingers finally slipping out and the room plunging into darkness as his helmet comes off with a hiss.

Before you can speak his mouth slants against yours, swallowing your gasp as he pushes his tongue past your lips. Your hands fly up to his face, holding his flushed cheeks and dragging back to the nape of his neck where you tug on his curls and smile into his mouth when he groans.

In an instant his weight is off of you, the lights flashing back on just as he sits back on his heels and slips his helmet back over his head. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when he starts to undo his belt, his visor flicking up to your gaze as he pulls out his aching cock and fists the length.

“My turn.”

[misspearly1]

Day Two: Thigh Riding - Arthur Morgan

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Part Two For This Story

WC: 3.5k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Jealously. Mutual Pining. POV switches. Arthur assumes the reader is a virgin (she isn't). Age gap. Thigh Riding + Praise Kink (Again with the praise kink, this ones on me - I can't help myself lmao). AN: This one right here was fun as hell to right. Missed our boy Arthur, enjoy my loves!

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Why do I even bother? You question with your inner voice after overhearing Jenny and the guys’ conversation, feeling the sharp sting of that metaphorical knife stabbing you in the back. They were talking about a job, one that you found and shared in confidence with Jenny, but she now has stolen the idea from you and took all the credit for herself. 

Walking away, more like stomping away, you fight the urge to scream like a little spoiled child upon hearing Jenny receive praise after praise from Dutch, Hosea and most importantly, Arthur.

If there is anyone in this camp that you’d like to hear a ‘good job’ from, then that person would be Mr. Morgan - the most feared, loyal, trusted and sexiest male member of the Van Der Linde Gang, and who happens to be your first, real, crush. 

Three years ago, a fine talking fellow named Hosea Matthews came across you living in the streets with dirty clothes on your back and only a piece of lint in your pockets. Initially, you weren’t so willing to follow him back to his camp and trust his word that he’ll keep you safe, until he brought Susan Grimshaw and John Marston along.

When you look back on it now, it was the presence of another female that swayed you and boy are you glad that she was there to make you more trusting, otherwise you may have never joined the gang - joined the family. A couple of days under Susan's care is all it took for you to finally believe Hosea's word. You quickly settled in and found your place.

The following fortnight, Dutch and Arthur returned from their job and you fell for him instantly. Formal introductions were made of course, you had your first ten minute long speech from Dutch while Arthur made some jokes under his breath, which made you fall for him even more. His rugged good looks caught your attention first, then his humour, and lastly, his personality overall.

You liked Arthur right off the bat, there was no doubt about it, but you’ve kept that to yourself for the longest time and valued your growing bond with the man a whole lot more. He, just like the rest of the gang, welcomed you in with open arms and so many others too. In the very beginning it was just Hosea, Dutch and Arthur, but over time, more and more people joined. 

Jenny however, is fairly new around here, therefore you think she stole your job to build a good rapport with the higher-ups and if it were any other occasion, you would just brush it off and give her this one, but it’s because of what the job requires that bothers you so much. You know that Arthur likes to dress up, to put on a ruse and get into character, and that’s exactly what you had planned to do with him tomorrow in some fancy saloon while someone else cracks the safe hidden away in the cellar. 

You were so excited about this job because you know Arthur would have been so excited about it too. Just hearing Arthur, Hosea and Jenny laugh about how much they're going to fool people tomorrow night made you even more angry. That should be you going with them, not her, and you couldn’t stand to hear them talk about it any longer, hence why you’re now going to move even further away from camp.

Sitting on the edge isn’t far enough, you need a quiet and secluded spot to calm down in peace because all you feel like doing right now is either crying or yelling. Walking deeper into the woods, you could already feel a positive effect of the distance you were putting between you and Jenny. You felt better, relaxed, and it's exactly what you needed.

After approaching a clearing and finding a nice spot on the edge of a cliff, you sat down and dangled your legs over the side, basking in the warm night breeze. The sun disappeared just an hour ago, leaving a colourful gradient in the sky before darkness settles in. 

You always enjoyed nature, enjoyed the peacefulness of it, the sound of birds chirping, trees blowing with the wind or a distant animal mating call, but not the sound of a twig snapping from someone's boot doing a terrible job at sneaking up on you. “Nice try, Arthur.” You snicker, knowing damn well that it is him behind you. 

“Dammit woman.” Sighing, he slaps his thigh and totally abandons his attempt to sneak up on you. “How do ya do that?” He asks, then takes up the empty spot beside you, dangling his legs over the edge just like you were.

“I used to live on the streets, Arthur.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, then poke fun at him. “And besides, you’re not very good at sneaking up on people. It’s those darn feet of yours, they’re too big and heavy.” 

“Ah, well, you know what they say about big feet, huh?” He retorts, nudging your side with a chuckle. 

“What do you mean?” You shrug, playing innocent like a pro that works a charm on Arthur. It always does. Blushing red, he quickly stumbles through an explanation until you burst into a fit of giggles, striking the man with awareness. The sound of your amusement quickly brings him up to speed that you were just messing around, thus causing him to sigh relief before laughing about it too.

Arthur is older than you and he thinks you're innocent, but you’re not. The age gap between you and him is the reason why you won’t admit your crush besides lack of confidence. You’re in your early twenties, he is mid-way through his thirties and age gaps aren’t uncommon, but you notice the way Arthur looks at you compared to the other women in camp and it’s very different. 

He probably thinks you’re naïve, gullible and…a virgin, but you’re none of those things. You’re no harlot, nor do you have any ill opinions of women who like to sleep around, but you do have experience and know enough about sex, however he, of course, doesn’t know that. And this is why you play innocent around Arthur, to get a laugh by making him uncomfortable.

It’s amusing, just light-hearted, humorous fun between friends, though you really wish he could see that you’re not so innocent after all because you shouldn’t pleasure yourself within the privacy of your tent thinking about your ‘friend’. You are actually sinful and scandalous, cumming on your own fingers multiple times a week just wishing that it was Arthur between your legs instead. 

“What’s on your mind?” The man asks, and with impeccable timing too. Breaking the silence after spending too long thinking about your shameful activities in your tent, your cheeks now blossom a rosy red in colour, feeling like he could see directly into your mind. He couldn’t obviously, he’s just making conversation because you’re quiet, which is unusual for you.

“A few things, but I don’t wish to talk about them.” Answering his question, though sharing very little about what's on your mind, you turn to look at Arthur and smile. “I already know what your next question is going to be, and yes, I am okay - just needed a moment to myself.” You explain.

“Well…” He begins, but pauses immediately because you are right, he was about to ask if you were okay. You know him too well and answered that already, so instead, he takes a brief pause to think of something else, something that he’s sure will cheer you up. “Wanna play blackjack? I’ll throw in some money and make it more interesting for ya?” He suggests, hoping it will help with whatever is bothering you. 

Arthur then relaxes his shoulders and softens with your bright beaming smile. You nod to him excitedly, then move away from the cliff edge to find a safer spot to lay the cards out. Following you to a nice spot by the treeline, he sits down on the grass with you and digs into his satchel for his cards. He’s always kept them close after learning how much you enjoy playing blackjack. 

There’s a lot of little details about you that Arthur held onto; at first, he didn’t understand why he held onto those small details, until one day he passed a lily in the grass and instantly picked it up, thinking about how much you would like it - and that’s when it struck him that he was attracted to you. And still is. 

Arthur remembered the very first time he met you, about how you wore a lily in your hair just above your ear and how beautiful you looked. Over time, his attraction has bloomed uncontrollably but there are too many factors preventing him from admitting his crush on you.

First and foremost, you’re ten years younger than he is, therefore you won’t even be interested in an older man like him, and secondly, you are too innocent and are most likely a virgin. He doesn’t care that you are, but he doesn’t see himself worthy of being your first. 

There’s a long list of reasons why Arthur will never admit that he’s attracted to you, so instead, he will just be your friend, even though there is guilt residing in the pit of his stomach that grows each and every time he thinks about you late at night in his tent, hand wrapped around his cock, wishing it was your burning heat. 

The man hates himself for fucking his fist while picturing you, but it’s the only thing that gives him relief. Nothing else works, not even other women. He’s tried and every single time, he hasn’t managed to take off his pants. In some weird, subconscious way, it’s like he’s saving himself for you - for you to just suddenly develop a crush on him, which will likely never happen. 

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, breaking his silence after staring at his pack of cards for too long. “Do we both have a few things bothering us tonight?” You laugh, assuming his moment of deep thinking as a simple trance. Arthur chuckles with you, laughing it off as nothing, but wishes he could tell you everything. 

“Alright, we ready?” Asking rhetorically, he knows you're ready because you sat before him with your hands held out waiting for him to dish the cards, but you nod nonetheless and he begins serving.

After seeing you cross your fingers, his heart beats a little faster with a warmth spreading across his chest, and he, too, is crossing his fingers on the inside, hoping that you win. The money Arthur put down was a fifty dollar bill fold and even if you don’t win, he would just give you it anyways. Starting off strong with a total of fifteen, Arthur waits for your call and when you ask for a hit, the next card he lays out for you is a Jack, which now tally's your cards up to twenty-five, therefore it's a bust.

“God dammit.” You tut while shaking your head, the image making him smile. You get so invested with Blackjack, not with money, but with your own belief in luck and he thinks it’s cute when you get frustrated. You're a smart girl not to play with money, but he has enough to share and doesn’t mind waiting around until you win. 

However, after going bust another two times, you dig into the pockets on your skirt and lay down a couple dollars beside his fold of bills. “This is the one. I know it.” You say to him with a sure tone of voice. Arthur then tilts his head, narrowing his eyes playfully as he asks. “Are you sure now, girl? What did I tell ya about Blackjack?” 

“That if you don't win the first time, fuck the game and steal the money?” You retort, making the man laugh as he shakes his head. “No, not that, the other thing I told you.” Laughing with him, you nod and answer properly this time. “Don’t mix up belief with desperation, otherwise you will lose every single time.” 

“That’s right, good girl.” Arthur nods, pausing before he dishes out your next set of cards. “I’ll ask one more time, are you sure sweetheart?”

“Um - yes, I'm sure.” You whisper with a look of uncertainty on your face. Arthur knows a couple of dollar bills won’t be a big loss for you, but he doesn’t want you getting a taste for gambling and becoming addicted like he has done in the past many times now. You don’t look too convinced that you’re going to win. You just keep fidgeting with your hands, moving around as if you were uncomfortable and staring up into his eyes while anxiously biting your lip. 

“Cross your fingers, darlin’.” Arthur requests and when you do, he begins dishing out the cards with a hopeful wish in mind. Your first card is a seven, the second is a queen and the third is still in the deck, waiting for your call. Looking at him with big doe eyes, the man’s heart melts as he nods, believing that it’s going to be a win and that you should take a chance. 

“Hit.” You say softly while biting your lip again, but this time with a smile. Your call for another card brings out a four, making the total land on a perfect twenty-one. “Holy shit!” Gasping loudly, you hold a hand over your mouth and muffle your screams of joy. Arthur barks out a few belly laughs, hearty and deep, a victorious laugh for you when suddenly, you lunge across and wrap your arms around his neck. “Arthur! I fucking won! Omg! I actually won! Can you believe it?" You babbled excitedly.

“I sure can.” He replies, dropping the cards to wrap his arms around your lower back with a congratulating squeeze. “You’re a damn lucky girl, sweetheart. Good job.”

Upon feeling your body slump with a heavy sigh, Arthur worries over your silence and duration of your hug. You’ve hugged him plenty of times before, but nothing like this. It feels like you needed it, like your muscles relaxed and your tensions slowly disappeared. “Are ya okay, there?” He questions, rubbing a hand up and down your back reassuringly. 

“Mhm.” You nod into his neck, then hold him a little tighter, as if telling him to not let go just yet. Arthur didn’t know what is bothering you so much tonight that makes you need this hug, but he’s more than willing to provide it for you - only you. “C’mere sweetheart.” Tutting after hearing you sniffle, he pulls you closer to sit on his lap and cups the back of your head. “I didn’t wanna ask earlier, but I am now - what's bothering ya?” 

Silence. Silence is what you gave him while shaking your head into his neck. You still don’t want to talk about it, and he won’t pry it out of you, but Arthur can’t help thinking of the worst. Who? Is what he asks himself. Who has hurt you?

The man can’t even stand to think that’s what’s wrong and that thought alone was enough for him to hold you tighter, burying his chin in your neck with a soothing shush against your skin, however when he readjusts his legs beneath you, the sound he hears next isn't what he was expecting. You moaned.

Softly and quietly, you moaned into his neck and he felt you clenching around nothing directly above his thigh. You still were clenching around nothing, he could feel your heat pulsing and it was making a part of him twitch. “Um… Y/N.” Arthur manages to clear his throat then thinks about what he can say to get you off his lap before he embarrasses himself, but you shake your head again, this time with a plea in your whisper. “Just a little longer. Please?”

“I-” He gulps, still feeling your warmth pulse above his thigh as you very, very carefully move your hips. Arthur would have been none the wiser if he did not clearly understand that you were feeling something pleasurable right now. He would have been oblivious if he couldn’t feel you clenching. You’re not sad - you’re aroused. Your sniffles are muffled, struggling breaths of air as you fight back your moans and you’re getting yourself off on his leg. 

“Darlin’, I don’t think you understand what you’re doing.” He tries to reason, to make sense of what you’re doing right now, but you cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair to grip the base of his neck with desperation. Your breathing became ragged now, your hips doing a lousy job at being subtle, but then… then you pulled your head back to look him in the eyes, and oh those pretty big doe eyes were glossy with lusty tears, not tears of sadness. 

“I do understand.” You whimper, fully whimper right in front of his face and press your forehead to his. “It’s you that doesn’t understand, Arthur.” 

“Jesus, don’t… don’t say shit ya don’t mean, sweetheart.” Arthur fights the strangled moan stuck in his throat, knowing damn well that he is one mistake away from losing your friendship all together, however you persist with a desperate plea. “I need you.”

Taking his hands and lowering them to your ass, he gasps from the action and shakes his head, still not believing himself worthy of taking your purity and innocence, until you wipe out his doubts completely. “Arthur, I’m not a virgin.” You blurt. 

“What?” He chokes, mouth falling open with surprise. He couldn't believe it at first, couldn't believe what you were telling him, though the moment was short lived as he suddenly became aware of every little detail he overlooked.

He was struck with a thousand memories of you and him in the past, where he now realizes it wasn’t innocent behaviour on your behalf, it was him assuming you were innocent and naïve when you were actually teasing him. All this time, Arthur had held himself back, believing you were a virgin, believing that you were just his friend, joking and messing around when it was actually flirting. Arthur realizes now, and he acts on it. 

“Fuck!” He grunts, puffing a heavy wanton breath of air across your face. He then grabs your hips with a bruising grip and drags you across his thigh, drawing out a pornographic moan from deep within your stomach. “Oh, Arthur. Yes, just like that.” Your reassurance pleases the man, pushes him to provide more pleasure. 

Bending his knee a little and causing you to lean into him, he digs the heel of his boot into the earth and watches you roll your hips back and forth, using the friction of his jean clad thigh to stimulate your most sensitive area.

Arthur tore his eyes away from your face momentarily and looks down to see a dampness beginning to form on his thigh. She must be soaked through, he thinks then looks back into your eyes, the irises expanding with ecstasy at your sexy torn expression.

“Arthur, I'm close.” You sob. Grabbing onto his muscular biceps to steady yourself, he fought the urge to move, fearing it would mess with your focus and ruin your orgasm. Instead, he opted to watch; watch and weep with bliss as you tipple over the edge and fall into the pools of euphoria, making the man groan with his own release just watching you unfold. 

Your pretty face contorts, brows pulling together with your gorgeous eyes struggling to stay open. Little whimpers and mewls slipping from your lips, your fingers dig into the flesh around his arm and your cunt squeezes tightly around nothing when suddenly, you stop moving all together. Arching your back with a ragged inhale, you breath out a long, satisfied moan of his name then slowly rotate your hips, stimulating yourself through your high. 

“Hm, that’s it darlin’.” He speaks with praise, cupping the side of your face while dragging his thumb across your beautiful lips. Lips that he's wanted to kiss for so many moons now. “Good girl.” He whispers, causing you to open your eyes to look at him, then open your mouth and take his thumb inside, humming contentedly like it felt good. It made Arthur’s whole-body shudder with desire, seeing you act so corrupt and provocative with his thumb in your mouth when it was only moments ago, he believed you had never been with a man before.

No longer did he feel that ball of guilt in his stomach for taking himself in hand many times while thinking about you, instead it was replaced with a raging fireball of primal instincts to bury his cock inside of your warmth, just like he’s dreamed to do. You look down to his pants, noticing the damp spot you created and the damp spot he had created in the crotch area. He came too, came with you, but if you thought Arthur Morgan was done, then you are sorely mistaken. 

Pulling back the waistband of his pants, he frees his cock from the confines of his clothes and wraps his fingers around the base, pumping twice. Your reaction to seeing his size for the very first time makes his chest swell with anticipation. You practically drooled at the sight of him, bushy, long and girthy with a sizable set of balls. You wanted to touch him, pleasure him, take him inside and squeeze so tight as you climax again, and again, and again - just like you've dreamed to.

Arthur didn’t need to see into your mind to know what you were thinking about, he could see it clearly written all over your face, however he’s far from done with you quiet yet. “Again.” He commands, lifting his leg as a signal for you to move while he begins jerking himself off.

“Be a good girl and ride my thigh again, Y/N.”

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Kinktober Day 2: Floor Sex with Eddie Munson

eddie munson x f!reader, minors dni! WOW this took me forever and a day to get out. i wasn’t feeling inspired but then i realized… eddie’s van has a floor! i still struggled with this one so it may be all over the place. also i know i’m a few days behind now but i’m just going at my own pace!

desperate reader, slightly dominant eddie, pinning wrists down, slight degradation

Somehow, Eddie always knew what you needed.

On days where you just needed to talk and complain to get your thoughts and feelings out of your head, he was there to listen. On days when you barely felt up to saying a few words, Eddie would fill the silence by rambling on about anything to give your head a break from thinking.

On days like this when you needed mindless, forget-about-everything-else sex, Eddie was more than happy to be there for you and do whatever you wanted.

“Can you like, pull over? Somewhere?” You asked, your knee bouncing up and down while you fidgeted in the passenger seat.

“That bad, huh?” Eddie asked, side-eyeing you as a smile came to his lips. You huffed and rolled your eyes but nodded regardless. Eddie laughed once and shook his head. “Wait like, three more minutes—“

“Eddie,” you whined to cut him off.

Eddie just raised an eyebrow and glanced at you amusedly.

“Like I was saying, just wait a few more minutes and I’ll park somewhere less conspicuous,” he said as he shook his head once more. “As metal as fucking on the side of the road is, I can’t afford another run in with a cop right now.”

You giggled and nodded along.

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically. “But hurry.”

Eddie glanced at you again as he turned onto a road you didn’t think you recognized.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk about—“

“Nope,” you cut Eddie off, not trying to be rude. You had a sweet smile on your face. When you saw the hidden concern in Eddie’s eyes, you sighed a little. “Maybe after you fuck my brains out.”

That got Eddie to laugh, and you laughed with him. You didn’t want him to worry about you. There was nothing really bad that had happened, it was just a lot. You were pent up and frustrated and sometimes, this was all you needed. Eddie already knew that, but you could tell he was less worried when one of his hands reached over and rested on your thigh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as his thumb swiped back and forth. “I got ya’.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn’t help getting slightly distracted by Eddie’s hand on you. Distracted enough that you didn’t realize that Eddie had now parked somewhere— wherever you were. You didn’t notice that the van had stopped until you heard Eddie undo his seatbelt.

You jumped slightly and moved your eyes from his hand on your thigh to his face for a moment before you were on him.

You had practically ripped your seatbelt off and launched yourself at him, not caring about whatever parts of the car were in the way between you.

Eddie grabbed your hips to steady you as your lips met, hungrily and messy. Your hands wound up in his hair while he pulled you in closer. It was an awkward position, you leaned over the median of the van, half in Eddie’s lap while you greedily made out with him. And it wasn’t enough.

“Eddie,” you breathed out between kisses. “I need you.”

Eddie stifled a moan and nodded.

“Get in the back,” he said, pushing you back slightly. You nodded quickly and hastily moved yourself off of him and crawled into the back of the van.

There were a couple blankets and pillows thrown around the back, but you didn’t care about comfort at the moment. You just wanted Eddie.

Eddie followed behind you and you whined quietly as you laid back and looked up at him looming over you. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug it up, but Eddie stopped you.

“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He asked as he took your hands and pinned them down next to either side of your head. You glared up at him and he smiled. “Impatient.”

You nodded and held your glare. Eddie smiled more and leaned down, just above your lips.

“Careful, princess,” he whispered. “I could tie you up back here and then drive you right back home without even touching you how you want me to.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“No, please Eddie, don’t,” you said quickly. You were too riled up to really process that he wasn’t being serious.

Eddie laughed and kissed you while letting go of your hands. He moved his hands to the sides of your face and you whined at the touch. Just his bare hands on your skin seemed to add fuel to the fire.

“Eddie, please,” you panted as you arched your back to press yourself against him. “Now— I need it. Need you.”

Eddie groaned and gently bit your bottom lip, making you moan and squirm underneath him.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out as he pulled away slightly to look down at you. “Whatever’s bothering you so much has you acting like a bitch in heat.”

You moaned at his vulgar words and nodded your head. He wasn’t wrong, entirely. Your frustrations had built up over the week and you were at your limit. You just needed him to push you over the edge.

“You gonna do something about it, Eddie?” You teased, your voice raspier than normal. Eddie’s gaze on you darkened as he leaned back down and kissed you harder.

His hands left your face and traveled down to your hips, where he yanked your shirt up quickly, pushing it up over your breasts. He squeezed one of them, making you whimper against him before his hands traveled further down your body.

He was quick as he unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. He bit your bottom lip again as he shoved his hand in your pants, groaning when he found that you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Whore,” was all he breathed out as he ran his fingers up and down your already soaked cunt. Your words had spurred him on and he was being quicker and rougher than he usually was with you. At least, rougher than he usually was right away.

“How’s this for doin’ something about it?” Eddie asked as he shoved two of his fingers all the way inside you. You gasped and arched into the touch as Eddie started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from between your legs should have been humiliating, but it just turned you on more.

“Not enough,” you gambled with your words. You were walking in dangerous territory by taunting Eddie.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, an eyebrow raised. “That so?”

“Mhmm,” you moaned, still moving your hips in time with Eddie’s movements. “It’s not enou— ah!”

Eddie’s fingers suddenly curving and curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that only he could reach, made the words die on your tongue.

You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back again, letting Eddie take the reigns and fuck you with his fingers as fast as he wanted to.

“Not enough, huh? Seems like that was a lie,” Eddie teased as he pulled back so he could look down at you. Your face was contorted in pleasure and he knew you were hurtling towards your first orgasm. He swore he could have cum right then and there, just from watching the pleasure on your face.

You were so close. So when Eddie abruptly pulled his fingers away from you, you couldn’t help the strangled cry that left your throat.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You growled as you opened your eyes. Those same eyes widened when you saw Eddie reach into his back pocket and pull a condom out, ripping the top off with his teeth.

Eager as ever, you started to try and pull your pants off as Eddie undid his belt and unzipped his own jeans, not bothering to take them fully off as he pulled his cock out. But he stopped you from getting very far.

“I’m gonna have to pin you down while I fuck you since you can’t keep those pretty hands where they should be,” Eddie said as he tsked and shook his head. You whined and watched as he carefully slid the condom onto his cock, making sure it was on correctly. Something about even that always got you going too. Eddie moved his hands back to your hips and he smiled down at you, somewhat sinisterly.

“Because, like I said, this,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the loops of your pants and yanked them down roughly. “Is my job, isn’t it sweetheart?”

You had gasped at the sudden movements but you nodded your head quickly.

“Y-yes, Eddie, of course,” you whimpered, eagerly spreading your legs for him when he got your pants all the way off. Eddie sucked in a breath at the sight and smirked while shaking his head.

“You really are like a cute little bitch in heat tonight,” Eddie taunted as he brought his cock to your entrance, but didn’t push in yet. You nodded and whined again. Eddie dragged his cock up and down your slit, getting his cock completely soaked with you before moving the head to your entrance again.

“Please, Eddie,” you cried out when he didn’t start fucking you again. “Make it better, please, baby.”

The desperation in your voice broke Eddie’s resolve a bit. He took a breath and moved both of his hands so they were instead wrapping around both of your wrists, pinning them to the floor of his van yet again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got ya’” Eddie said for the second time that night, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of your cunt.

Finally getting what you had wanted all night, you cried out in pleasure and let your head fall back against the floor, squeezing your eyes shut as Eddie filled you. His hands tightened around your wrists as he bottomed out and groaned before pulling back out, almost all the way. He pumped back inside of you and you felt your cunt already squeezing his cock.

“Fuck,” you moaned and opened your eyes to look up at Eddie. His eyes were between your legs, watching as his cock kept disappearing inside you while he started gaining a faster pace. You couldn’t help another moan as he started fucking you just how you wanted it.

Eddie looked back up at you and smiled at the already fucked out look in your eyes as you moaned beneath him. He leaned down and kissed you hard, keeping up the pace as he thrust his cock in and out of you.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Eddie said against your lips. You whined and felt your pussy tighten at his praise. Eddie felt it too and groaned. “Always so pretty, but so. fuckin’. beautiful right now.”

Each word he punctuated by thrusting his cock deeper inside you, making you gasp each time he did so. Eddie bit his own bottom lip slightly as he moved your wrists above your head so he could hold them both down with just one hand instead. He used his free hand to hold your cheek for a moment before trailing down your neck and across your chest, tweaking your nipples between his fingers a few times each.

Your head tipped back and your eyes slid shut again from the pleasure between your legs, amplified by Eddie playing with your nipples. When he started pinching them harder, you cried out and felt yourself get that much closer to cumming right then and there.

“Eddie,” you whined, dragging his name out. Your voice went in and out with how he was thrusting into you and you whimpered. “I w-wanna cum.”

Eddie laughed from above you and you whined again.

“Don’t tease tonight, I just wanna—“

“Shh,” Eddie cut you off as his hand teasing your nipples traveled further down your body. He groaned as he squeezed your thigh once before bringing his fingers to your pussy again. When his fingertips began rubbing small circles into your clit, you were sure you saw stars behind your eyes as you cried out and started squirming beneath him. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to lose count of how many times this pussy cums on my cock.”

At Eddie’s words and permission, you lost your mind. You came almost immediately, writhing and struggling to move under Eddie’s grip on your wrists. Eddie fucked you through it, moaning and holding your wrists down tight as he fucked into you, feeling your warmth clench around him.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie said through gritted teeth as you came. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You sobbed out a moan and nodded weakly, your head still in the clouds.

“Your girl,” you repeated back to him. Eddie smiled and released your wrists. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him as he continued to pump his cock into you. When you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders slightly, he started to pick his pace back up.

Now with two free hands, Eddie began playing with your nipples and your clit at the same time. You almost screamed and started pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts again.

“Fuck, Eddie!” You cried out as you felt yourself getting close again. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna!”

Eddie just nodded and shoved his cock all the way inside you and stopped while he rubbed your clit faster and started pinching the nipple he was playing with.

You thought you saw some kind of deity in the white hot pleasure that blinded you as you came.

Eddie was relentless as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, right on the floor of his van. He never let up or gave you any chance to catch your breath in between. He fucked you senseless— exactly how you had wanted him to.

You were barely aware of it when Eddie finally came, shoving his cock deep inside you while kissing you again. You moaned quietly and wrapped your arms back around his neck, keeping him there for a few moments.

You were both exhausted as you lazily kissed, Eddie’s cock still inside you as it slowly began to soften. You still loved the feeling. You just loved feeling him.

Eddie broke away from the kiss to push his head into the crook of your neck and kiss you there slowly.

You giggled and felt Eddie smile against your skin. He raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, not moving from his spot in the crook of your neck. You giggled one more time and hummed.

“That was still pretty metal if you ask me,” you said quietly, still giggling slightly.

Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“Metal indeed, sweetheart.”

[the-purity-pen]

KINKTOBER 2022

HELLO EVERYONE!!!

It's that time of year again!! Kinktober is back, and by popular demand, I have created a new list for this year with some new options that last year didn't have.

For each day, there are two options, giving you optimal comfort level of creating! Or you can try something else and challenge yourself!

The image with the list, as well as a text version, is below the cut! I’ve also included a themed header if you’d like to post that along with your creations!

I’m so excited to see what you come up with! Any fandom! Any characters! Any creations!

Please tag my account (@the-purity-pen) and #tppkinktober2021 in your creations so I can see!

My only stipulation is to PLEASE be over the age of 18 in order to create for this event. Any minors participating and tagging me, will be blocked.

69 // Dirty Talk

A/B/O // Floor Sex

Anal // Glove Kink

Breath Play // Missionary

Breeding // Leather/Latex

Cockwarming // Morning Sex

Costumes // Sex Toys

Creampie // Voice Kink

Double Penetration // Stripping

Drunk Sex // Spanking

Erotic Photos // Rimming

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism // Hate/Angry Sex

Face Sitting/Fucking // Dry Humping

Fisting // Love Bites/Marks

Group Sex // Overstimulation

Bath/Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex

Licking // Pegging

Bondage // Lingerie

Boot Worship // Masturbation

Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex

Nipple Play // Praise Kink

Object Insertion // Phone Sex

Food Play // Orgasm Denial

Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex

Pet Play // Sex Pollen

Sexting // Wax Play

Sensory Deprivation // Stockings

Formal Wear // Strap-Ons

Body Worship // Table Sex

Public Sex // Temperature Play

FREE CHOICE

[twistnet]

do not touch [ stephen strange ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 25 [ sex pollen ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ sex pollen -- from a weird artifact, oral sex -- gn terms used rough sex, multiple orgasms, cum ] + mature language 

⋯ NOTE ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post // masterlist will be blocked

there were many things in the sanctum that were simply off-limits. that’s what Stephen had told you when you had first come to live with him. and while you were free to roam around the sanctum and no real room was off-limits, he had told you not to touch anything as he was still learning what everything did.

you had been constantly reminded of this rule during your first month of your living there, but stephen had stepped back after awhile and nothing had been mentioned since.

your regular routine was to make a cup of tea, and walk around the sanctum to enjoy the peace and quiet as stephen worked in the other room. you had made it up to the floor that housed a lot of the older artifacts that had been collected over centuries.

and while you were usually very careful, it seemed that it wasn’t in your favor today. starting with how the pocket of your knit pants had managed to catch the edge of one of the tables, jerking you back and causing the table to shake harshly. in turn, sending a few items to the ground with a loud crash.

you had cursed loudly, dropping your mug to the edge of the time before dropping to the ground in a mad scramble to gather up the broken pieces of the artifacts. there was the vague sound of stephen’s voice trailing up the stairs as he questioned on what had happened. followed seconds later with scrambling feet as he made his way upstairs.

“i thought i told you not to touch.” his voice sounded from the doorway, and you could hear the annoyance lacing his tone, “what broke?”

“firstly, i didn’t touch anything. my pocket caught the edge of the table and sent things flying. and secondly, it just looks like some old vase with some powder in it is the only thing that managed to brake into a million pieces.” you state, glaring up at him as you attempted to scrape the powder back into the broke pieces of vase -- as if somehow it was going to make the situation any better.

stephen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just... leave it. i’ll clean it up. why don’t you pick a book and find some other place to occupy yourself? for my sanity, please?” he picks up on the discontented sigh, but shoots you a kind smile as you pass him towards the library. 

you had done as told, finding a slightly interesting book and settling yourself into one of the large armchairs that littered the room. and slowly, you began flipping through the pages. only getting through the first chapter when Stephen entered the library with an almost frightened expression, “did you touch the powder that was in that vase?!”

“uh... yes?!” you exclaim, worried now about why he was worrying so heavy about some artifact and then an odd feeling settled into your stomach as you slowly realized that you probably were playing with some ashes of an old sorcerer, “was it someone’s ashes?”

stephen scoffs, shaking his head, “no! it’s not that! did any of the powder get on your hands? face?” he questions, looking at you with wild eyes as you shrug, “i don’t know! i was just trying to clean it up! what’s the big deal anyway?!”

the only answer you get is a heavy sigh, and with a wave of his hands, books begin flying from their spots and spinning around the sorcerer as he begins to scan different texts, “stephen, you’re scaring me. what’s going on?”

“i believe the artifact you broke was used as an ancient aphrodisiac. the only thing is, i can’t decipher what effects it is going to have on you. have you... experienced anything different?”

“no, i feel fine.” stephen nods, humming to himself as he continues to scan the texts in front of him, “if anything changes, let me know immediately. i could try to compare any symptoms you feel to the ones listed through out this book and see if we can’t fix it from there.”

you nod softly, settling back into the armchair with a heavy sigh. this wasn’t the greatest thing, and now you were stuck in the care of stephen for possibly the rest of the afternoon -- and god, it was starting to get hot in here.

“what’s the temperature outside?” you question, glancing out the wind to see the sun shining brightly, thinking maybe that’s why you feel so hot. stephen glances at you curiously, “uh, the weather stated there was going to be a high of thirty-seven today. why do you ask?”

“cause it’s fucking hot in here. did you turn the heat on full blast or something?” you state, slowly fanning yourself with the book in your hands. “i didn’t turn on the heat...”

that’s when the realization hits the both of you and stephen quickly scrambles through the book he’s reading to compare what you’re experiencing. all the while, the heat has increased to the point it’s hard to think.

blinking and widening your eyes a little, you glance down back at the book in your hands. attempting to read the words on the page, but they just end up being words -- nothing quite making the connection.

with a sigh, you drop the book to your lap, angling your face up closer to the coolness radiating from the large window behind you, letting it cool your face. sagging back into the chair as your hand drops to your lap and -- jesus christ.

your leg jerks a little as you register the sensation of your fingers on your clothed inner thigh. its a nice sensation, one that has you gliding your fingers over your leg again and causes your stomach muscles to tighten. it had felt good.

“stephen...” you choke out, nearly out of breath at your ministrations and the man in question snaps his head to you, “are you alright?”

you shake your head, “no... fuck... i don’t know.” you whimper softly, hand rubbing slowly along your inner thigh, the pressure in your stomach steadily increasing with each pass. 

“tell me what you’re feeling.” stephen almost demands, crossing the room to stand over you -- and finally noticing the beads of sweat collecting on your forehead as you look up at him with hazy eyes, “i feel... good. really good, but not quite good enough...” the words are slightly slurred, and stephen’s head drops as he curses.

he was desperately hoping that the aphrodisiac you had come in contact with wasn’t that one. as the reversal for it wasn’t the best option, and leaving you be was only going to make things worse for you.

stephen catches the movement of your hands attempting to dip below the waistband of your knitted pants, and he quickly snatches up your hands before you can venture any further, “stephen...!”

“you can’t do that, honey. i’m sorry.” he apologizes, heart nearly breaking as your bottom lip quivers and tears gather in your eyes, “but it hurts, stephen...”

“i know... but you’re fingers aren’t going to help you. it will only help for a little bit and then it won’t be enough the next time. you have to trust me on this...” he pleads with you, the words seemingly getting somewhere as you nod, “so, what’s going to happen now?”

stephen sucks in a breath, “i’m going to help you, but please know, this isn’t the way i wanted it to be. but before we... start, i want to know that you’re okay with this.”

it nearly scares him how quickly you agree to what he’s offering, nearly tearing you pants and underwear down to your ankles in anticipation. but stephen can curse at himself about this later, right now, you needed him to help you. and that’s what he was going to do.

your legs are already spread for him, each one hooked over the armrest of the chair, giving him a view of your already soaked and leaking hole as you press yourself back into the cushions, “please stephen...”

he hums, before leaning forward and hooking his arms under each of your thighs. you’re breathing picks and with the blood rushing in your ears, you barely register what stephen is doing until he presses an absolutely filthy kiss to your slick hole.

stephen chases the taste of you, nearly growling as more slick coats his tongue and makes a mess of his face. he withdraws slightly, teases his tongue along to relish the way it makes your keen loudly. and then he gets into a rhythm of circling and probing, to savor the different tune of panting and gasping, listening intently as it gets harder and harder for you to keep still as you chase after your first orgasm.

it gushes over stephan’s tongue, something he happily laps up before pulling back from you entirely to wipe his face with the bak of his sleeve. you’re panting heavily, only slightly worn out from your orgasm and only seconds away from pawing at him again. in need of something more.

stephen is quick to shuck his pants and briefs downward, letting them rest around his thighs as he gathers you up, and pulls you into a more comfortable position with your chest resting against the top of the table nearest to you. your legs spread in the slightest, inviting him in as he steps between you legs and presses his cock into your hole. taking a moment to pause and catch his breath, to get one hand on your shoulder to brace him and the other on your ass, squeezing and spreading in turns to watch your hole twitch around him.

“fuck me, please baby, fuck me.” you nearly sob, as stephen’s head tilts back to sharply breathe in under the onslaught of your pleas, and then he snaps his hips forward, then again, again and again with relentless focus.

you wail loudly, hips immediately rolling back with the rhythmic force of stephen’s thrusts. he’s pistoning right into that spot that makes your eyes roll back and your hole squelch as stephen stretches you open again and again.

noises roll from your lips, a mixture of gasping and whining with each movement. stephen can feel you tightening around his cock, and it makes his blood run impossibly hotter. your breath eventually catches and holds, and stephen feels the unfathomable pleasure of feeling you tighten around his cock so strongly that he has to still for a moment and just watch as the orgasm ripples across your body. your thighs shuddering seemingly outward and then going completely lax as you gasps in lungfuls of air.

you’re still clenched tightly around him, and while all attempts to keep himself from cumming inside you, it turns fruitless as he lets himself go. pumping into you heavily with a deep groan. stephen sighs, gently patting your hip as he calls your name, concern dropping over his voice when you don’t response for a few seconds.

until you do, calling his name weakly as he gathers you in his arms and presses a soft kiss to your temple, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” and with you nod, he guides you towards the bathroom.

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[heresathreebee]

Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 || Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping

Eddie Lives AU/ Roommates; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Roommates (living with their older relatives), Swearing, Cramped Quarters, Sexual Frustration, Threat of Destruction of Property (poor Sweetheart the electric guitar, she’s done nothing wrong), Dry Humping, Magic Wand Vibrator, Slight Choking, Squirting

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You didn't hate him– you just hated everything around him. Living with Eddie Munson and his uncle Wayne meant less room in the trailer, more messes that you alone were expected to clean, and zero privacy. Your aunt originally invited Wayne and "his boy" as she called him to stay with you and her, but when an eviction notice came unexpectedly, the lot of you had been forced to return to Forest Hill for housing– right back into the infamous scene of Chrissy Cunningham's death. 

Some changes had been made– A loft was built on top of the trailer with enough room for one queen sized bed that your aunt and his uncle traded. Meanwhile, the actual trailer's only bedroom had been turned into two via a "privacy curtain" and downsized a lot of things to fit all of you in. Your room held a twin sized mattress and a chest of drawers you used as a desk, and Eddie’s room mirrored yours plus a stack of amps for his electric guitar. 

That damn guitar. If he's not jamming in his friends' garage or running D&D on Fridays with those high schoolers, he's strumming that fucking instrument and blasting (quietly if you ask) his music all night. At least he knocks on the privacy wall before he bothers you with something mundane when he can't entertain himself. 

Somewhere along the way, after months with no way to relieve your urges, you snapped. Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin when you throw the folding curtain aside and stomp into his space. 

"What'd I do? What'd I do?!" 

You grab his ankles and drag him down the bed and he gets lost in the blanket he was curled up in. You catch his guitar before it hits the dirty floor and hold it over your head much to Eddie's dismay. His eyes become saucers and his face gets stern. 

"Don't," he hisses with one hand out as if to placate a rabid animal. 

Unperturbed, you sneer. "It's Thursday. Don't you have somewhere else to be?!" 

Eddie shrugs. "We– I… one of my buddies was forced to go camping. We- we can't play without the drums." 

You grit your teeth, unsatisfied. "So do something else. Somewhere else!" 

"I-I-I," Eddie sputters as he watches your nails dig into his precious baby. "Like what? Where do you want me to go?!" 

"Outside, Eddie!," you scream. 

"Why?!" 

…you uh, don't know how to answer that. In fact, you were banking on simply scaring him so bad he left without question, yet here you are. He wasn't being loud today. He wasn't making a mess or bothering you for once. He was just there and he could hear everything, just like you could hear everything he does in his room– especially the private stuff. 

"Just– " you sigh and use your head to support the guitar you were holding as your arms grow tired. "An hour. I just want an hour alone. Is that too much to ask?" 

Eddie looks at you sympathetically. "... I wish I could, but uh… I actually can't just go outside and loiter like I used to..." 

Oh fuck, you forgot. Munson was legally cleared of murdering the cheerleader (you wouldn't have believed it anyway not since you met him, the scared little lay about) but that didn't mean their weren't people still hunting him. No other suspects were arrested for it, the cause of her death was still unknown. 

You tossed Eddie his guitar back and worried your lip trying to come up with an alternative. Maybe you could take your vibrator, a towel, and his van to an empty parking lot. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but, you would be way more comfortable doing it at home. You can’t just ignore it anymore, it’s consuming your every thought and ruining your panties… 

“Is there… something else I can help you with?,” he asks warily. 

You know what he means– you know! But you can’t stop from shifting your feet and rubbing your thighs together just to provide some relief. You try glaring meanly at him but it feels a lot more sexually charged than it should be and unfortunately, Eddie looks like he’s catching on to your dilemma. 

“Oh,” he murmurs. “You want alone time to… oh!” 

You roll your eyes and turn to go back to your room but he stops you. "Hey wait! I could still… I could still help you with that too. If– if you want…" 

You look over Eddie. Before you busted down the wall between your rooms, he had been relaxing. His hair was tied up, wearing the gray shirt you were secretly obsessed with because it was Unnaturally Soft, and barefoot. You reach down to rip the blanket off him, revealing for a split second that he was only wearing boxers before he shielded his modesty with the base of his guitar. 

Well, he did look delectable like this. And you were desperate at this point. "There are going to be rules." 

Eddie furrows his brow as you disappear into your room, only to return a moment later wielding an object he had only seen in pornos and sex shops. "Rule one," you say as you point the vibrator at him menacingly, "never ever ever speak about this to anyone." 

"Done, our secret." Eddie's eyes follow you as you saunter towards him and swiftly straddle his hips. “Anything else?” 

You reach down and accidentally flash him your cleavage before jamming his guitar in his arms. “Rule two, don’t look at me and keep playing.” 

“Ok– UGM.” You sit on his hips and feel the hump of his ‘boy bits’ against your sex– both lightly clothed in cotton. “Any requests?” 

“Know anything with a semi-sensual bass line?,” your voice comes in a sigh as you rut against him, feeling yourself grow hotter as you finally feel the beginnings of your game coming to fruition. The first phrases he strums are intensely familiar. “Oh, House of the Rising Sun? You’ve been snooping through my things.”

Eddie shrugs and turns his eyes to the ceiling as per the second rule. “Hardly snooping if you leave your cassettes in my van.”  

He grunts and closes his eyes, his fingers skipping over a note as you rut again and set your vibrator to the lowest setting. You can feel his thighs stiffen under your ass as you pull the top of your dress down and bare your hardening nipples to tease them. 

Your eyes drift closed as you feel everything. “Fuck Eddie.” 

The man hums in response and you both hissed as the vibrator made contact with your clit and the base of his hardening cock. In an instant, two clammy hands grasp your hips and forced you up. 

"Stop," Eddie begged, "hang on, I need…" 

You catch yourself from falling on him with a hand on his pillow and pause. Eddie is panting as he reaches into his boxers (not minding a few wet spots) to settle his cock against his belly and hooking the waistband under his balls. Obediently, his hands return to his guitar and he nods at you. 

"Ok I'm good, you can–" 

You snapped his underwear back into its rightful place halfway up his cock and Eddie almost screamed, his eyes pricking with tears and veins bulging in his neck. He glares at you with more malice than you thought he was capable of and he forces you to sit down on his hips before returning his eyes to the ceiling. 

"Nice tits," he growls. 

"I know," you chuckle and resume your minstrations. 

Eddie's guitar picks up where he left off. You continue rocking your hips and return the bulky vibrating wand to stimulate your clit, even brushing the sensitive frenelum of Eddie’s cockhead with the wand and loving the way he bucks up into you. The coil in your gut tightens harshly and you feel something unexpected but exciting building with it. 

You hum long and low in your throat. "Keep playing, Eddie." 

"'M trying," he groans, "getting close." 

Your wand dies unexpectedly and you quickly toss it aside with a huff. "Just keep playing. Fuck, Eddie…" 

He loves the way his name sounds, and when you say it like that… he misses the E string again and holds his guitar up to his neck. The last thing he wants is to come all over his precious Sweetheart, even if it annoys you. He tries strumming the melody from up high. It sounds a little out of tune and he catches you smiling (your eyes are closed, or you'd scold him for breaking your rules). 

"Thought you said you learned Master of Puppets in 30 days," you tease, "but now you can't play four bars on repeat. S'matter, pussy too good?" 

Eddie grips his guitar roughly. "Can feel how wet you are…" and see your pretty chest swaying. He shuts his eyes tight. Your threats are rarely empty and he needs to come, he'll die if he doesn't. 

"Oh shhh–" 

Eddie hits himself in the face trying to thrust Sweetheart out of the splash zone. He growls as streams of pearly white fluid pools in his belly button and paint streaks across his shirt, even tiny droplets splash under his chin. Your movements milk every drop out of him, and as soon as he cracks an eye open, he sees you triumphantly admiring your handy work. 

"Fuck," Eddie hisses as his cock throbs one more time and everything starts to feel overly sensitive. "Too much, too much." 

Reluctantly, you stop rocking and stare down your nose at Eddie. He knows what you're thinking already and tries to dissuade you with a firm hand on your hips. 

"Just need to catch my breath," he pleads. "Why don't you take this off before it gets ruined?" 

His fingers gently tug on the sun dress pooling around your hips. In truth, he wants to be able to see more of you, and you oblige his suggestion with seductive grace. Now it's just you and two layers of cotton underwear sitting on his softening cock and empty sack. He sets his guitar just off the bed and helps you adjust your placement for better friction. 

"Pick that up," you command. "I didn't say you could stop playing." 

Eddie sighs, "yes ma'am." 

He folds his shirt in half to cover his mess and settles Sweetheart back in her place against his ribcage. He glances back at you again as he finally notices the vibrating wand has disappeared. 

"Look the other way." Your eyebrows are drawn together and you unconsciously cover your breasts with your hands until he obeys. 

It's weird to him that you choose to be shy at this moment. After all, you were downright prideful a moment ago, and he is the only one covered in cum right about now. 

"Any other requests? A different song perhaps?" 

"Sure…" 

Eddie tunes a string that sounded off and begins to play something a little less somber but with a heavy bassline. Sunshine of Your Love fills the space between you and he can hear you smiling through your praise. 

"I like this one," you chuckle and begin to rock your hips again, slower this time to build back the momentum you lost. 

He's less sensitive now and simply enjoying the feel of you, wanting to get you off like he said he would. Still, it's fun to hear you 1) laugh and 2) like his taste in music. If he could get hard again, he totally would. 

It's not long before he feels your warm hands come down on his shoulders for support and it takes every ounce of his control not to look at you. The gentle sighs that fall from your lips come in time with the rising speed of your thrusts against his flaccid junk. Eddie counts to four in his head, bends his knees, and bucks up in perfect time to help you get off. 

The prettiest filthiest sound pours out of you halfway between a sob and a sigh. You bite your tongue hard to stop yourself from saying his name again and scold yourself internally for even thinking about it. This isn't about Eddie, this is about getting off. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get there. Not without the wand and not without thinking of Eddie. 

"Fuck..." The curse is dripping with frustration and Eddie's heart pangs with sympathy. 

Eddie's had enough. You can't finish like this but you are too stubborn to help even yourself. It's time to take over. 

You gasp as you suddenly feel Eddie's fingers wrap around your throat. There's a dark look in his eye as he sits up on his elbow, guitar set aside again. It fills you with heat that pools in your gut. 

"Come on, princess," Eddie says, his voice low and gravelly, "what's the matter? You want to come, don't you?" 

"Ah! Eddie!" One second you're dry humping your roommate, and the next you find yourself on your back with said roommate hovering over you. His rough hand squeezes your wind pipe for a second causing stars to dance in your eyes and his hips press down, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his width. You tell yourself you shouldn’t feel so aroused by this lazy nerd musician. 

“If you want me to stop, say the magic word. But before you do–” he tilts his head back and licks his lips. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.” 

Eddie thrusts his hips once and you know you’re done for. He’s grown hard again that much is sure, and the way his cock is sandwiched between your soaked folds to brush your clit with his head is enough to make you cry. His thrusts are short and needy, but not because he is desperate– it’s because you are. You know if you asked him to fuck you like a toy, he would happily oblige and you have to bite your tongue to save you from yourself. 

“What’s that, baby?” Eddie smugly addresses the punchy whines escaping from you. “I can’t hear so good, did you say you want me to stop?” 

“No please!” You cry and dig your nails hard into the hand on your throat to keep him there. “Please don’t stop, Ed, please…” 

Satisfaction curls cat-like on his lips. “That’s what I thought you said, sweetheart. Now, who’s making you feel good, baby?” 

Oh this asshole, you think, I’m going to kill him someday. “...you are.” 

“And what’s my name, princess?”

You roll your eyes internally. “Eddie.” 

“Uh-HUH. Eddie who?” 

“Eddie fucking Munson!” The devil rewards you with a warm fingered pinch on your exposed bud. 

“That’s right! Good girl.” His rhythm is so perfect, you can count it– 120 beats per minute. “And who’s touch are you gonna beg for?” 

“Eddie Munson…” Your voice becomes airy and high. Every stroke building like water behind a dam and his toying with your chest sparks like magic. 

“And who’s the lucky son of a bitch who’s gonna make you come?”

He speeds up, anticipating your peak, the wall you keep hitting but couldn’t pull yourself over. Instead of answering him with his name, you scream under him and arch your back as stars explode outwards behind your eyes and deep in the pit of your stomach. Fire washes over your skin, then ice as the sweat on your body cools, and a comforting warmth returns as you feel Eddie’s chest covering yours and his head fall into the crook between your neck and your shoulder. 

It takes you a few minutes to feel your toes. You cradle the back of his neck craving his contact and forget you ever hated Eddie the freak Munson. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sheepishly. “Maybe this is an insane thing to ask but… do you know how fast you were going when you made me come?” 

“195,” he mutters matter-of-factly. 

The ticklish feeling causes you to laugh. “On a school night? Shame on you.” 

The way he nuzzles into your neck fills you with something sweet, until he speaks again with that trademark smugness. “And I made you do a lot more than come, baby.” 

You become very aware of the fact that your underwear and the bed beneath you is drenched, like genuinely soaked, swimming in liquid. Even the bottom half of Eddie’s shirt which slipped down while he was over you was wet as well as sticky where his cum was barely dried. You roll your eyes and promise to never let yourself do this again. 

Your vow lasts all of two hours.

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Using my roommate like a sex jukebox? Its more likely than you think!

[the-force-awakens]

help me slow it down

gender neutral reader, no pronouns used but coded language included throughout (reader has boobs). 18+ only, smut ahead. ~hand stuff, implied/referenced oral. more hurt/comfort than you'd expect from this description. written for day 21 of @the-purity-pen's 2022 kinktober event, based on the prompt: praise kink

You hate how tense Poe is when he comes out of the meeting, thumb sweeping up and down the side of his index finger in that nervous stim he has, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed. 

His most recent mission had gone south, ending in a blazing skirmish between a squadron of TIEs. Poe (the sole Resistance combatant) survived, but he hadn't been able to retrieve the intel he'd been sent for — by the time the dog fight tapered off, the other ship made the jump to hyperspace. 

"It's not your fault," you tell him as you catch up to him. His legs are longer than yours, meaning his stride is too. "Leia knows that, so does the rest of command.”

He doesn't even spare a glance at you, which is indicative of his own spiraling mood. "I still failed, starlight. We needed that data -”

"And what good would it have done exactly?” You cut in, sidestepping around him and pressing your hand to his chest so he'll have to come to a full stop. “Would it have been any different to your last op with Kazuda? We know they're making weapons, a lot of them. Whatever intelligence we lost today, we'll find again. Or something even more valuable.”

You can tell that Poe isn't convinced by this, but you can also tell that your words are having an effect on him regardless, because his jaw has unclenched and his eyes are shifting to something softer, like part of him is warring with himself to believe you. 

So you tilt a little further into his space, pressing your fingers a little more firmly against his chest. “The First Order wasn't going to have the location of Supreme Leader Snoke on a rundown freighter, alright? We'll get better leads.” 

And it's here that the anger evaporates from Poe's face, but it's instantly replaced with a heart wrenching expression of disappointment. "I can't let them down. I'm not supposed to fail, it was a simple snatch and grab and it -” he sucks in a breath - "what if whatever was on that freighter was something valuable? That's on me. 'Cause I couldn't shake those TIEs, they got away.”

Your brow furrows, dropping your hand from his chest. Only Poe could blame himself for a mission going wrong because he had been focused on surviving it. And you can tell by the way his face is pinched that he's spiraling into a pit of self-loathing, questioning his own value to the Resistance — for someone so forgiving with everyone else, he sure held himself to impossible standards. 

So you grab him by the sleeve of his jacket and haul him into the nearest available private space, which happens to be a storage closet. 

The door snicks close behind the two of you, blanketing you both in darkness. Poe leans back against the wall, eyebrows half raised as he waits patiently for you to say your piece.

"You are more valuable than anything else on that mission,” you tell him, stressing your point by moving closer to him. "The fact that you survived, that you got back home to us, makes this mission a success.”

Something complicated plays across his face for a moment before he replies quietly, "I didn't say that made it a failure.”

Your eyes burn at that, at the softness of his voice and the worry that has his brow furrowing again from whatever he must read in your expression. You let the urge to cry pass before you reply with, "You didn't have to. I know you. You think anything that gets us ahead of the First Order is worth more than your life.”

"It is -”

"It isn't!” You all but shout, startling you both. You shrink in on yourself, guilt coursing through you for raising your voice at him, while Poe stares at you dumbfounded. “Nothing is worth more than your life, alright? There will be more assignments, ones where you'll get something that'll give us a real leg up on the First Order. Command knows that too, so does Leia. This was just one bad mission, Poe. That's all.”

You frame his face in your hands, leaning up on your tiptoes. Instinctually, he brings his up to curl around your wrists and you feel something settle behind your ribs, like you hadn't quite truly believed he was back until you felt him skin to skin. 

He nods a couple of times as he soaks in your words. "I want to believe you," he says and the earnesty in his voice makes your heart fracture because he does, he's trying, and that's all you could really ask for. "It's - you know I get my head stuck in the cockpit.”

You snort at that, a wet little thing, and it makes a smile flicker briefly across his face like a candle in the wind. “No, I know that you're harder on yourself than everyone else. And you shouldn't put yourself through that, baby, the galaxy will do it enough for you. Don't make it easier for them.”

Poe exhales shakily. "Alright.”

“Alright,” you repeat, letting your hands slide down to his neck before you press yourself against him. 

Instantly, Poe's arms are twining around you, pulling you impossibly closer and nothing, nothing in the galaxy is better than this. Sometimes you wish you could just tuck yourself into his chest or vice versa and never leave: he's a lighthouse in the dark, he's the warmth of a cozy bed on a cold morning, he's the jolt to hyperspace. You love him so fucking much, and it kills you that he can't see how wonderful he is. 

But maybe you could show him. 

You pull your head away from his chest, putting some space between your torsos but not moving your feet. You wet your lips and whisper, "You need some help getting out of your head?”

Nothing outwardly shifts about him, but a budding spark builds in his lovely brown eyes as Poe replies, "I dunno, starlight. What'd you have in mind?” 

A slow, dangerous smirk overtakes your face as you step back up on your tiptoes to ghost your lips against his jaw. Poe's breath catches like his stubble against your skin, and you feel a little of that same fire permeating in your veins. 

You move down, opening your mouth against his neck. When you pinch down hard enough to leave a bruise, Poe gasps and grips your waist tighter. 

“Little of this,” you tell him, soothing the sting with your tongue and he's melting against you already. Not that you're doing much better: tasting his skin, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, his hardening length pressing up into you — it's a dizzying cocktail you'll always get drunk on, want more of. 

It only worsens when you grind your hips against his, and Poe makes a strangled noise low in his throat, a ragged and harsh thing that you want to hear again and again. "And a little of that,” you finish, gripping his shirt to keep yourself standing. "You want that?”

Poe nods, tipping his head back against the wall. "Yeah. Yeah, works for me, darling - f-fuck -” he grunts again when you press into him once more, not entirely intentionally, your own body craving a little more friction. 

But despite the gathering wetness between your legs, this isn't about you and you don't have any plans on getting off right now. That could come later, if Poe wanted (or by yourself), right now you just want to make him feel good. 

So you shuffle back just far enough to undo his belt, unzipping his pants and immediately bypassing his underwear to touch his cock - and immediately have to lean in to press your mouth to Poe's to muffle the groan he makes at the direct contact. The closet door is thick, but it's by no means sound proof, and command was still convened not that far away.

The thought that he has to be quiet while you turn him into a shuddering mess, lest you both be caught, shouldn't be as much of a turn on as it is. 

You swallow hard, eyelids fluttering in a mirror to Poe's as you trail your fingers down the length of him and back up again - it's a tease, really, and you're nearly overwhelmed with the urge to get on your knees, to take him into your mouth and give him a real challenge to stay quiet. 

However, you're going to require your mouth for other things, so you file that desire away to be fulfilled a little while later. 

"You're so beautiful like this,“ you tell him, taking his dick more firmly into your hand. It's started to leak precum, so you gather it on your thumb and use it to glide your hand more easily across him. “You always are but I love seeing you this way -”

You make a point to emphasize your next words by twisting your hand and the gasp that bursts from Poe's mouth is music to your ears - "love that I'm the only one who gets to do this to you. You like when I get you off, pretty boy?”

Poe only manages a jerky nod in response, still making all sorts of lovely noises low in his throat, which is completely exposed to you and you have to tamp down the nearly overwhelming urge to continue what you started earlier when you'd kissed his neck. 

Your movement is unhurried, carrying him close to the edge and stopping for a few seconds to wait until his breathing almost evened out to pick up your ministrations. 

On the third time you stop before he comes, Poe actually whines and you silence him again, this kiss a little more apologetic. "You're so good, baby. You're doing so good, I love you so much, you're so good -” you close your eyes, unable to look at him as you continue your litany of praises, working your hand more quickly, until Poe is left a panting and whimpering mess, his hips bucking up into you, fucking himself on your hand, becoming more as more frenzied the more you talk - "you're so - hngh - wonderful and ridiculous and so good to me, I can't believe you're mine -”

At this point your words are practically nonsensical, your head swimming with desire but they seem to do the trick because Poe makes a devastating and ruinous noise, rocking into you one final time as he comes into your hand. 

He's struggling to suck in breath when you pull your sticky hand from his pants, but he stops altogether when you lick your fingers clean. You raise your eyebrows, pulling your index finger out of your mouth with a little pop, and ask innocently, "What?”

Before you can so much as blink, Poe has surged forward, capturing your mouth with his in a messy kiss, his tongue pressing against yours and it's a heady thing, especially when he palms your breast over your shirt and the sensation zips straight down between your legs. 

You gasp and that's when Poe breaks away from you, glancing briefly around you for a minute, before his eyes light up in the way you've both come to be wary of and adore. "You said I'm good to you, yeah? Lay down, I wanna remind you how good I can be.”

Your heart jackknifes behind your ribs and you have to grab onto him to keep from buckling right there. "Someone could walk in -”

"Didn't stop you from sticking your hands down my pants,” Poe reminds you, ducking in to nip down your neck and fuck he gives as good as he gets. “It's not gonna stop me from burying my face between your legs if you want that.”

You respond with a groan, and you can feel Poe's smile against your skin, proud of himself for being the cause of it. You break away from him, unbuckling your belt and tossing it away before scrambling down to the floor as he requested, pulling him down with you.

As Poe covers your body with his own, hands sliding up and under your shirt, his eyes sparkling with something deeper than just arousal, you can't help but be a little proud of yourself too for chasing away his shadows. 

[dreamlandcreations]

Kinktober 2022 2023

18+ ONLY!! Adult content, language, explicit sexual content.

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen​‘s Kinktober List!

Note: I tried to pick prompts I didn't write about last year. Prompt 2, 3, 6, 20, 23, 27, and 31 are AUs including chef!Alfie, FO!Poe, biker!Boba, con artist!Aleksander, modern gangster!Alfie, werewolf!Billy) Also, I might not be able to write Eddie Munson smut, we’ll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dirty Talk - Raymond Smith

Floor Sex - Alfie Solomons

Glove Kink - Poe Dameron

Missionary - Eddie Brock

Leather - Derek Hale

Cockwarming - Boba Fett

Costumes - Eddie Munson

Voice Kink - Max (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Double Penetration - Billy Russo x Frank Castle

Drunk Sex - Darkling

Erotic Photos (painting) - Brother Day

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - Alfie Solomons

Dry Humping - Eddie Munson

Fisting - Alina (+Darkling x Mal)

Group Sex - Alfie Solomons x Tommy Shelby x May Carleton

Bath/Shower Sex - Boba Fett

Pegging - Billy Russo

Bondage - Billy Russo

Masturbation - Billy Russo

Mirror Sex - Aleksander Morozova (+Alina)

Praise Kink - Darkling

Object Insertion - Darkling

Food Play - Alfie Solomons

Tender Sex - James Delaney

Sex Pollen - James Delaney

Sexting - Elektra x Matt

Stockings - Alfie Solomons

Formal Wear - Billy Russo

Table Sex - Darkling

Public Sex - Boba Fett

FREE CHOICE - Billy Russo

[bitchyfoxymama]

Kinktober Day 1: Dirty Talk - Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader

Kinktober Master List

I am now 3 days behind but that is ok! Because I wrote 2 days so far but later today I am going to write days 3 and 4! I joined Kinktober to become a better smut writer so I hope you guys enjoy these and give me feedback. Im using prompts from the wonderful @the-purity-pen kinktober prompts

Warning: Smut, secret relationships, dirty talking, use of slut in a positive manner. the reader has a vagina, no use of she/her pronouns, blue boys Anakin, fingering (f receiving), I believe these are all the warnings if you need me to add any more comments them.

Word: 498

Anakin's fingers were in between your legs rubbing the bundle of nerves at the top of your center.

“Yeah, you like that my love? You like the way my fingers bring out those beautiful sounds”  

You bit your lip trying to swallow back your moans so that no one would hear what you are doing-especially since you were both Jedi in training. You and Anakin had snuck off earlier in the day only having a short period of time before you both had training with your master Obi-Wan Kenobi. So here you were with your pants around your ankles and Anakin finger fucking you in a closet. You nod your head as an answer. 

“Oh come on sweetheart, use your words,” he says as he inserts one finger into your soaked cunt. 

“Huh, fuck yes Ani, s’good” you finally breathe out as you lean ur head back against his shoulder. 

“Yeah, that it baby, so wet for me,” he inserts another digit scissoring them inside you, the stretch making you want to scream out in pleasure.

“When we are alone tonight just you and me after Master Kenobi has gone to bed I will make you scream my name and cum on my cock, make you feel like the little slut you are” he whispers in your ear only making your pleasure intensify. You love the way Anakin dirty talks with you. 

You can feel the pressure begin to build as he keeps up his pace, “Yes Ani, keep going” 

“Does my little slut enjoy her pussy getting played with? Oh you like when I call you my little slut, I can feel you clench against my fingers, alright baby you can cum, cum on my fingers for me”

That's all it took for you to release all over his fingers, the orgasm has you seeing stars as he continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm. When Anakin pulls out of you, you turn over to cup him in your palm, his cock twitches slightly but he gently takes your wrist in his hand to stop you. 

“Egar little one arent you? I shall keep this cock for you later after you finish your training” he says while kissing you gently.

In the far-off distance, you can hear Obi-Wan calling for both of your names, time for training, or perhaps another mission.  

“It does seem that our fun is over Ani, we can't keep Obi waiting. Let me leave first to make sure there is no one walking around and then you can sneak out. Meet me in my room tonight so that we can finish what we started here.”

He kisses you one more as you begin to pull your pants back up and make sure your lightsaber is with you once more. You run your hand through Anakin's now shoulder-length hair. 

“I love you,” he says as he pulls away and leans his forehead against yours.

“And I love you Ani, I am yours forever”

[the-hidden-pages]

Kinktober Day 2 - Floor Sex - Archie Hopper x Fem!Reader

You know, I don’t think ANYONE on this earth asked for an Archie Hopper fic, but that’s exactly the kind of market I like to appeal to. This occurs after Season 2, episode 11, "The Outsider", and was prompted because I'm rewatching that wild ride of a show and want this sweet man to find true love. I know there's so much more plot after, but I'm not caught up, so allow this to exist in a void of time.

Summary: Moving into a new home, you and your fiancé don't even have your bed assembled yet. The excitement of your future lives, however, leaves the pair of you to indulge on your brand-new floor.

Warnings: NSFW. Floor Sex. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. More fluff than I usually write so apologies if it's cringe.

It felt like life had become curse after curse.

Your life in the Enchanted Forest had been ripped from you the day the Evil Queen cast her curse. While your life in Storybrooke hadn’t been anything terrible, it hadn’t been anything too glamorous either. It was though you were in a stasis before the saviour arrived, doing nothing more than waking up, walking your dog, going to work, walking your dog, and going to bed.

Rinse, wash, and repeat.

Somehow the loneliness and monotony had been the worst curses of all.

On the fated day Emma swan arrived to town, however, something had shifted. That day, you crossed paths with a man you had only seen in passing. That particular meeting involved another meeting as well, the joining of two dogs.

“Perdita!” you exclaim, laughing apologetically as her leash gets tangled in that of the other owner’s.

“Pongo! I- I’m so sorry!”

“Nonsense, look at them, they’re having fun,” you continue to laugh, looking up at the owner.

You were paralyzed in that moment, from nothing more than a glance at his blue eyes, filled with amusement.

“Um,” he hesitated, swapping Pongo’s leash to his left hand and holding out his right. “Archie. Dr. Archie Hopper, I mean.”

He wouldn’t tell you until months later, but that day, your smile blinded him.

At the start, the pair of you might have never taken the leap to meet again. Luckily for you both, your Dalmatians had taken such a shine to each other that it ensured the pair of you to keep meeting.

And so, after several months, a couple of curses, and – worst of all – Archie’s supposed death, there the pair of you stood.

In front of your new home.

“It almost doesn’t feel real,” you muse, standing before the front door. Pongo and Perdita had long since run off, likely marking their territory in the backyard.

“It’s very real,” Archie replied softly, pulling you in to his side. “Our own little happy ending.”

“We’re still in this realm. We’re not in the Enchanted Forest, in some castle, or some magic grove. That’ll be enough for you?”

“My darling, I might be from a world with magic, but back then I didn’t have Pongo. I didn’t have you. Here, I have everything I could ever want.”

You grin. “How charming.”

“I think you have me confused for someone else.”

A startled laugh escapes you as you’re swept off your feet, lifted up into a bridal carry.

“Arch, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking my fiancée to see our new home.”

Carrying you across the threshold, he sets you down amidst the entryway. 

You half had mind to tease him for setting you down so soon, but you were as distracted as he was, observing your surroundings.

The pair of you had seen the house, of course, prior to buying it. But there was something now, seeing the boxes of possessions scattered, the furniture halfway in place, that made it seem all the more real.

“This is our home,” you whisper, before turning to grin at your partner.

He matches your smile, grabbing your hand excitedly.

“Let’s look around!”

The pair of you dart around the house, taking in every room. The spacious kitchen, the homey living room. A separate office space for you both, and a sizeable yard for the Dalmatians. Two spare bedrooms, a power room, and a large master bedroom with a private bathroom.

“It’s perfect,” you find yourself saying, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“It’s home,” your fiancé agrees, pulling you into a hug.

You reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in for a soft kiss.

He’s quick to deepen it, however, and you’re more than happy to oblige, the excitement for the moment shining through.

When you feel his hand move from your back to your ass, you pull away, giggling.

“Now, where’s my Cricket’s moral compass?”

Archie merely grins, and your heart warms at the way his eyes crinkle, his glasses slightly lopsided.

“I intend to satisfy my fiancée the way she deserves, under the roof of our new home. Now how could that, possibly, be anything less than moral?”

Your head lulls back as he begins to pepper soft kisses and bites down the column of your throat.

“We haven’t even put the bed together yet, Arch.”

He glances up, a shimmer of darkness in the typically bright eyes.

“Who says we need a bed?”

“Our backs, probably. We aren’t as young as we used to be, before the curse.”

“Your love keeps me young, my darling.”

“Mm, I’ll remember that comment when I’m giving you Advil and an ice-pack.” 

A soft pinch to your thigh causes a laugh to escape you, and you let yourself relax a bit.

“Now, would you lay down for me?”

You take a step back, kneeling slowly without breaking your gaze.

“Are you going to fuck me on the floor, Cricket?”

“I’m going to do a lot of things,” your fiancé replies, observing you for a moment. He looks away, however, eyes landing on a bag in the corner of the nearly empty room. “But first…”

He steps away, reaching into the back to pull out a small pillow. Returning, he kneels down to your level, leaning you slowly backwards so that you’re flush with the floor, head resting on the plush feathers.

“Such a gentleman.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.”

You pull him down to meet your lips, talking a moment to enjoy the familiar warmth. His hands move up to caress you, one on your hips, one on your thigh. Your own wind upwards in to his hair, carding through the ginger locks at the back of his neck. 

It isn’t long before you’re looking to ramp the pace back up.

You drag his head down so your lips meet his ear, enjoying the shudder you feel from him at the sudden hot breaths over his neck.

“I believe you mentioned a lot of things you want to do to me Doctor?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, helping tug your clothes off. “It does involve less in the way though.”

“Really now?”

“Indeed.”

“And once there’s less in the way, what do you plan to do?”

“Well, I intend to break in every room in this house.”

Once the pair of you are finished stripping, he pins you between his arms, the fond smile contradicting the hunger in his eyes.

“You’re going to be Mrs. Hopper soon,” he says, a sense of wonder in his voice as he slowly trails his gaze down your form, taking pause at your breasts, your waist, your thighs. 

“Unless you’d rather call me Mrs. Cricket,” you tease, and he smiles, dragging his fingers slowly down to the heat between your legs.

“I’ll call you anything, as long as you’re mine.”

“I’ll always be yours, Arch.” 

A gasp escapes you as a long finger is slid in your cunt, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your clit.

“Mine,” he muses, his hand slowly working you open. “My love, my happy ending.”

“And you’re mine,” you reply, your hand moving to pluck his glasses off his face, setting them safely on the ground beside you.

He had already lost one pair in a heated moment – he didn’t need to lose another.

“Always,” he confirms, leaning forward to capture your lips the same moment he slides another finger in.

“Fuck.”

“Such language,” your fiancé teases, working you faster. “Already corrupting our perfect home?”

“You started it – Archie.” Your words escape you as he finds the weak spot on your neck, biting down as his fingers reach a spot that make you see stars.

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s our home, you can be as loud as you need.”

Despite his words, you feel yourself flush with slight embarrassment at how worked up you’ve gotten. But the high of the new house, the start of the new adventure, mixed with the lewd echoes of his fingers meeting your wetness, amplified by the emptiness of the large room, all fill you with a blazing heat.

“Archie, please.”

“You can cum, darling. No teasing today, I promise. You’re going to cum on my fingers, and then my cock, and then I’m going to carry you to the kitchen, and we’ll do it all over again. And then in the bathroom, and then in the office, and then the other bedrooms.”

He slips a third finger into you and you cry out, one hand clenching in his hair and the other gripping onto his forearm.

 “I will love you on every surface in this house, and that’s just today. We have forever, after that.”

You break, reaching your peak with a gasp of his name echoing louder than it should have against the bare walls.

Your fiancé gives you a moment to collect yourself, smoothing your hair against your head, slowly stroking your legs, your arms, your stomach, worshiping you until you come back to your senses.

Pushing yourself up, you situate the pair of you so youre sitting on his lap, shuddering as you feel his hardness pressing at your thigh.

“Don’t we need to unpack the –“

You cut Archie off, toying with his hair.

“We have a house, we’re engaged. Isn’t time we started thinking about…?”

Archie’s blue eyes search your own for a moment, before widening.

“You mean…with me?”

“No, with Mr. Gold.”

A bark of a laugh escapes him, incredulity flooding his voice.

“And the two Dalmatians aren’t enough? You’re ready?”

You smile softly. “I want to try. At least, if you do too.”

“I do, I really do.”

“Then fuck me on the floor, Dr. Hopper.”

Archie maneuvers you back down, supporting you as he guides his length into you.

“As you wish, Mrs. Hopper.”

A contented sigh leaves you as your fiancé groans, pausing when his hips are flush against yours.

“Darling,” he mutters, choosing to nip at your neck again. “I’m not sure I’ll last this time.”

“Me too,” you gasp, reaching to lace your fingers through his. He snaps his hips and a whimper escapes you, clutching his hand as though it were a lifeline. “Please, just…please. I need you.”

“You have me,” he reaches for your other hand, holding both of your own with his above your head, pinning you deeper into the floor as he finds a steady rhythm. 

The space of the room allows the sounds to echo pornographically, the added stimulation sending you over the edge far too quickly.

“Fuck, Archie!”

“What do you need, darling?”

You babble, nearly delirious. “Need you to cum, want you inside, want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck.”

The thought of the impeccably polite, innocent doctor cursing shouldn’t be attractive, but it’s that sound alone that has you clenching like a vice on his cock, half shouting as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

Your cries are what send your fiancé over the edge, a near growl escaping the older man as you feel a comforting warmth flood you.

The pair of you collect yourselves, gasping and panting in a heap on the floor, hands and eyes wandering in pure adoration.

Archie pulls out of you slowly, your weak protests cut short when he all but pulls you on top of him as he lays on the floor.

“Hell of a housewarming,” you quip, drawing mindless patterns on his chest.

He merely chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your hair.

As you wrap your arms tighter around him, you glance around the empty room, bare apart from a few boxes and a disassembled bedframe, and can’t help but smile at the mess.

You’ve finally found your happy ending.

The silence is broken several minutes later.

“So…I might have had better ideas than sex on the floor.”

“Your back?”

Archie’s pause tells you all you need to know.

You sigh, a fond smile crossing your face. “I’ll find the box with the ice pack.” 

“And I’ll go track down those two troublemakers.”

[chemicalalice]

Fic: In Stillness - Kinktober Day 6

Title: In Stillness

Summary: Rhett's rodeo life is loud and fast. He craves stillness.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!Reader

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing, cockwarming. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 1151

AN: I love Rhett. I feel like he is such a great character. He is clearly tough, but I feel like he is so bruised on the inside and desperately trying to keep up a strong front.

You could feel him, deep and hard inside of you. And still.

You were sitting on the couch, knees on either side of his thighs. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you carefully to his chest and your head was tucked up under his chin. The soft and steady rise and fall of your chests as you breathed was the only movement either one of you made as the tv droned on quietly in the background.

Rhett was a bit rough around the edges. The ranching and rodeo lifestyle usually left him bruised and battered. And even though he was always touching you in some way or another when you were out in public together, he didn't talk about his feelings easily. A trait he clearly inherited from him father.

While he may have been on the reserved side the majority of the time, confident that you knew how much he loved you, there were still times when he did let his guards down. Times like this.

Rhett had drawn a bad bull the night before. Had a bad ride. The bull hadn't cleared the chute cleanly, knocking Rhett off balance from the get go and he had been thrown before the 5 second mark. He had landed poorly, his wrist taking the brunt of the fall, and the bullfighter hadn't gotten in between Rhett and the bull fast enough, leaving Rhett to take a blow to the ribs from one of the bull's blunt horns that knocked him back on his ass. The icing on the cake came when the judge claimed there was no contact between the bull and the chute, and Rhett was and denied the re-ride he should have been granted. It left him, understandably, frustrated and angry

Rhett liked to fuck out his frustrations. It gave him the physical outlet he needed to wear himself out to the point where his brain would shut off, to spare him the endless loop of trying to figure out at exactly what second he had gotten things wrong, no matter if it was in bull riding or any other aspect of his life. But more importantly, you came to realize, it was the touch that really grounded him. Rhett craved your touch, the physical reassurance that you where there with him, that you were his. You wouldn't call him touch starved, but it was something close.

So nights like these, when his wrist was braced and his ribs were a spectacular display of black and blue, when his ego was as sore as his body, you gave him what you could.

A small moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock twitch inside of you and your cunt clenched around him in response. You felt like you were hovering on a ledge. He felt so good inside of you, and every small shift you made had the base of his cock rubbing against your clit, causing little sparks of pleasure to flicker in your core. But it wasn't enough to tip you over. Just enough to wind you up, to keep you hanging on the edge.

He had been inside of you for the better part of the hour; hard and still, your body pressed to his, his fingers dragging lazily up and down your spine. If his cock hadn't been buried so deep inside you it wouldn't have even been sexual. But it was, and the tenderness of his touch contrasted so sharply with your urge to move, the urge to cum, that it wound you higher than almost anything else he did to you when you were in bed together.

His voice was rough with need as he squeezed your arms. "Come up here and kiss me," he demanded.

His hand cupped your face, drawing your lips up to his. It was gentle, nothing hurried or heated. You wanted it to be. You wanted to devour the man beneath you. But you wouldn't. You would stay still for him, let him take whatever he wanted from you, however he needed it, even if what he took was nothing at all, only closeness in stillness.

You clenched again and his answering chuckle was shaky, betraying his own need. "I know, baby. You've been so good for me tonight, so patient. I know what you want; what you need. Does that pretty little pussy of mine need to cum? Do you need me fill it up? Shoot my load in deep?" His voice was soft, tender. His words absolute filth.

You nodded slightly, his hands still holding your face. He pressed his lips to yours again before letting go. The hand with the wrist brace fell to your hip while the other snaked down between your bodies, thumb pressing gently to your clit.

You shuddered at the touch. "Stay still for me, baby," he commanded, and began to rotate his thumb in slow circles over you clit. Another clench of your cunt followed and he breathed out a soft 'Jesus' at the sensation. You wetness was leaking out of you, coating both your thighs and his.

Your hands came up to his shoulders, bracing yourself as he continued to rub at your clit. You could feel it building; that sweet wave of pleasure that you had been chasing all night. So close. And Rhett knew it too. Could see it in the way your eyes squeezed closed, could feel it in the trembling of your body and the way you got even wetter around his cock.

"Jesus, Rhett, baby...I'm gonna cum," you gasped, arms sliding around his neck, bringing you closer to him.

You weren't kissing, but the distance between you was so small that when he spoke, his lips brushed against yours. "Do it baby. Cum for me." He pressed his thumb in slightly harder and that was all it took. You moaned lowly, head tilting back as you fell apart on his cock and gushed around him. You vaguely felt him push up in to you, once, twice, in the most barely-there movement before his head dropped to you breasts and you felt him pulse within you, the rhythmic clench of your orgasm the only thing he needed to pull his own from him.

"Goddamn you feel so fucking good," he groaned, pulling you down to grind your soaking cunt onto his cock, relishing every last ounce of pleasure he got from your body as his cock drained. "So fucking good."

You cradled his head against you chest, fingers running gently though his hair as you both came down from it.

"I love you," his voice was barely more than a whisper of air over your breasts. You dropped your cheek to rest on the crown of his head. You would never be able to get enough of this man. Not even if you had a millions lifetimes to live.

"I love you too, Rhett."

[moralesispunk]

Kinktober Day Six - Cockwarming // Frankie

Kinktober Masterlist | @the-purity-pen

Warnings: kissing, established relationship, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: I think I’m unable to write pure smut without their being romance and I’m sure everyone has accepted that I need the fluff by now

The air was starting to grow colder and your home had soon become a haven of all things warm and cozy. There were blankets piled in almost every room of the house; candles lit on tables throughout; the smell of soup filled with spices filtering down through the hall; Frankie dozing in and out of sleep on the sofa in front of the TV.

You stood by the living room door and watched him for a second, his arms stretched behind his head and his t-shirt lifting ever so slightly to show the freckles and trail of hair that traveled below his plaid pajama pants he had thrown on when you got home. His chest rose and fell beneath the gray t-shirt with deep breaths and his hair fanned around his head in a dark halo from where his cap had fallen to the ground long ago. 

With a soft groan he started to stir, one of his eyes peeking open as both of his arms stretched above his head with his hands clenched into fists. The corner of his mouth turned up when his eyes landed on you and he reached a warm palm out in your direction.

“C’mere.” Frankie’s sleepy voice held a deeper rasp than usual, catching on the end of his words as he pulled you down onto the sofa until your thighs were spread at either side of his and your cheek rested between his shoulder and collar bone. 

“Good nap?”

He hummed above you, pulling the tartan blanket that had been thrown over the back of the sofa down on top of you as he tucked it into your sides and settled his hands on your back. His warmth surrounded you and you were already beginning to fall into a sleep when his mouth pressed to your forehead, his fingers pulling back and forth across the waistband of your leggings as you snuggled closer to his chest.

“Could have been better. Could have had you on top of me the whole time.”

“Flirt,” you teased, nipping his side and laughing when he squirmed beneath you.

When you tilted your head up you found him already looking down at you, his cheeks still flushed pink from sleep and his eyes slightly puffy. One of his hands weighed heavy on your back, the rough palm running up your spine and holding the back of your neck as he tilted your head up to meet his mouth in a kiss.

He tasted like the cinnamon drink he had at the farmers market and a hint of the mint gum he had in the drive back, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip until he slipped it into your mouth with a hum. His thumb stroked back and forth across your jaw while his other hand slipped down gripping your ass, rolling your hips against his a few slow times as you felt his cock harden beneath his pants.

You stayed like that for a while, long enough for the second quarter of the game playing in the background to finish and for the third to start. His cock was fully hard beneath you now and you could feel how wet you were, each roll of your hips sending a warmth through your body that you were happy not to chase for now.

“Can I put it in, baby?” Frankie mumbled against your mouth, his thumb running across your lips that were plump from kissing and his dark eyes followed the movement. “Just the tip, just wanna be inside you.”

You nodded against him, the blanket falling down to your waist while you lifted your hips up enough and pressed your mouth against his as you shuffled your leggings down and threw them on the floor. As you did this, Frankie pulled his cock out from beneath his waistband, giving his length a few lazy strokes as you rested a hand on his chest and swirled your hips to guide the head of his cock inside.

You hummed into his mouth before trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, gently sinking your teeth into his shoulder. “More,” you gasped.

He nodded as your head buried against his neck, his hands sliding down your back to your hips.

“Almost there. Just a little more, baby- please-” 

Your knees dug into the soft sofa and you tilted your hips more, Frankie’s cock sliding deeper in a way that had him cutting off with a groan that was muffled against your hair, blunt ends of his fingers digging into your hips as he moved you until all of his cock was buried deep and his hips were pressed against yours. His hard cock stretched you almost painfully, especially since neither of you took the time to stretch you out on his finger first, but soon it gave way to pure pleasure as he filled you perfectly - like you were made for him.

You think you must have said the words out loud, a groan mixed with a deep chuckle fanning across your shoulder as his lips move against your cheek.

“You’re perfect.”

When your bodies stilled you tilted your head up to his and he caught your mouth in a kiss, his hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck to your jaw before holding there and slipping his tongue past your lips as you swallowed down his sighs of contentment.

His kisses grew softer, his hands releasing your hips from their tight grip and his fingers instead dancing up and down your side. Every so often his fingers caught on your shirt and it would lift an inch or so to let the cool air of the room cover your skin in goosebumps before it was covered once more.

When his lips broke away your head fell back to his chest, your whole body relaxed and tired.

“Want to watch a movie or the rest of the game?” His voice was hoarse - from sleep or his cock buried deep inside you, you couldn’t tell - but you nodded against him.

“You pick,” you said around a yawn and his laugh pressed against your cheek in a hot breath.

Your eyes were already closed but you could feel him reaching for the remote, his cock twitching inside you and making you both moan quietly before you laughed against his t-shirt, your hand coming to rest on his soft tummy that molded into yours. Frankie turned the volume of the TV down, the quiet buzz of commentators and whistles barely audible when he tossed the remote back onto the floor by the sofa.

His hands found their place on your back, steady and firm circles being rubbed over your shirt as he tucked the blanket around you once more.

You might not make it till the end of the game without this becoming something more, you doubted that either of you could last that long before his hand snuck between your bodies or your hips started to grind down into his even if you both flirted in and out of sleep in the meantime, but for now this was enough. 

It was more than enough as Frankie’s warm chest rose and fell evenly beneath your head and his heartbeat pulled you closer to sleep as his own eyes began to flutter closed, too.

//

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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller

Kinktober22 List

WC: 6.1k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV sex. Size Difference kink & Praise kink. (This one's on me, I can't help but include some sexy southern praises from Joel lmao) Reader is a little shy. Joel makes reader feel small and petite, no matter her actual size - he's just bigger than her in every way. AN: I didn't plan for this to be so long, but words just kept spilling and here we are 6k later haha. Enjoy my loves, this is only the first of many and I hope this kinktober was worth the wait <3

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You’ve never really considered yourself to be a small woman, sure there are people out there that are taller than you and there are people out there who are shorter than you as well, but you haven’t really put much thought about your height until you came across a man named Joel Miller. 

He, compared to you, feels like a giant. He isn’t a giant of course, but just standing beside him and having to bend your neck slightly to look up into his dreamy brown eyes says something. There are other people here in Jackson who are mighty tall too, Jesse or Eugene for example, but they don’t make you feel small like the way Joel Miller does. Oh no.

There’s something else different about him that makes you feel small, something intimidating… sexually intimidating. When you’re around Joel, you actually become aware of the size difference, all of the size differences actually. His hands are much larger than yours, his shoes are huge, arms beefed out with muscles that make yours look pathetic, calves, thighs and back are also beefed out with muscles over twenty years worth of keeping fit, but his chest is most impressive. 

You’ve caught a glimpse of Joel without a shirt once and that image was burned into your memory forever. He's hairy, enough that you’ve thought about running your fingers through, strong and wide chested which has caught you off guard multiple times now, especially in close quarter situations where you feel like you're being caged in by the man.

You’d give anything to hug him, to really hug him, like sit in his lap and let his arms wrap around you. Arguing with yourself that it’s just his rugged handsomeness and quiet exterior that you're drawn to, you’ve come to the conclusion after your most recent encounter with the man that it’s actually his size difference that's driving you crazy the most.

Your most recent encounter with Joel almost caused you to embarrass yourself and reveal your little crush on him, but thankfully due to his oblivious and carefree nature, he didn’t take notice and you were safe. It happened on a group patrol last week when Joel was showing you the ins and outs.

He was showing you how to properly approach seemingly empty buildings and search the place, then he showed you how to make use of your supplies and weapons judging on the size or quantity of infected. If there is just one, you take it out with a knife, if there are more, use fire effectively to kill multiple at once, and lastly, if it’s a bloater, use everything you’ve got or get out of there. 

Everything was going great and you were learning a lot, until things took a turn for the worst when you entered a small block of apartments. The group split up in pairs to search the building thoroughly and when there was a bloater in one of the apartments that Joel noticed before you did, he grabbed your arm before you could alert your position and pulled you back to the wall. 

The manoeuvre was just to prevent you from making a grave mistake, although the stance he took and held over you was throwing you completely off balance. Both of you were wearing masks to protect yourselves against the spores, the building was dark and dusty, but in that moment with both of Joel’s hands placed to the wall behind your head, his large and broad chest in your face, it couldn’t be any more clear for you that it was his size difference that turns you on. 

It turned you right there and then, especially when he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your head back to look up into his eyes so he could ask if you were okay. A faint breathy moan is what escaped your lips in reply. A subtle nod of your head answered his question before he looked away, thankfully right before your legs squeezed together. He didn’t notice then how aroused you were, and he isn’t around right now to see how aroused you are again just thinking about it. 

The man took you out of there quickly, then proceeded to take a few others from the group who had more experience back into the block of apartments to kill the bloater. You heard the commotion from outside, hoped and prayed that everything went smoothly and when they all emerged unharmed, you asked Joel for extra help. You wanted to be at their level of fighting skills, to be one of the people that he can call on should a situation like this ever arise again. 

However, today is the day you planned to meet up with him and undergo some one-on-one lessons, and although you're nervous as hell to be around him since last week's incident, you need to learn how to fight as well as he and others in Jackson do. You’re a part of this community now, have been for the last year, and it’s time now to learn everything that you should have long ago. 

Before you found Jackson, you were in another group that did things very differently, which ultimately caused their demise in the end. They taught you to always take the stealthy approach, sneak around the infected and slip by unnoticed, which you did exceptionally well, however it was because of this fighting technique that resulted in the surrounding area of their camp becoming more and more crowded with infected until they eventually closed in. 

And before you found that camp, your mother and father had always protected you. They still try to even now, but their age is catching up with them and it’s just another reason for you to make a change. A few weeks after they called it quits with patrols - or in other words, they retired - you joined up to the group patrols, thus bringing you here now as you make your way over to Joel’s house. 

Thankfully, it's the beginning of summer so it’s not too cold or too hot just yet, though in a few weeks you know it’s going to be sweltering and your choice of clothing today is purely practical; shorts and a vest - perfect for the task ahead and weather all around.

While you may have accidentally put on a pair of clothes that are one size small, they actually fit rather well, but are tight in specific areas - areas that you want Joel to notice. You wouldn’t normally opt for this type of clothing if you were going beyond the walls, but since Joel detailed that your first lesson will be held in his backyard, you figured it wouldn’t cause much of a problem to wear more of a skin revealing outfit.

Besides, you’ve passed at least three or four people wearing shorts and vests just like yourself on your way to his house. You know it won’t be a problem, you’re just getting inside of your own head because you’re hoping it will grab his attention and that's what's causing you to overthink.

Reaching his home after a leisurely stroll, you stop at the base of his porch steps and take a minute to calm down your anxiousness. He’s just a guy that you have a crush on, how problematic can it be to learn an important thing or two from him about fighting off infected?

I’m fussing over nothing. You conclude with your inner voice then climb the stairs with some newfound confidence. Knocking on his door three times, you wait a few moments before hearing him calling for you to just come inside. “Hey, it’s just me.” You call out, even though you know he is expecting you, it’s just to be well mannered and all. 

When he yells back, reporting that he’s in the backyard, you make your way through the laundry room and out the back door, bracing for his look of disgust that never came. Joel wasn’t even looking at you or your outfit, he was too busy assorting three long planks of wood on the table top, stacking them up on top of each other. On the grass below lay a whole mess of wood shavings and wood blocks. “Hi.” You greet him again, this time with a small wave. 

“Morning. You’re a little early, Y/N. Let me finish up here, then we’ll get started.” He speaks with an authoritative tone, which makes you yearn to hear him say other, more sexual things, in an authoritative tone of voice. Snapping out of your drooling, you remember your manners and move towards him, offering your help. “Is there anything I can do… With whatever this is that you’re doing?” 

“It’s just wood.” Joel chuckles softly before finally standing up straight to look at you. He brings a hand up to block the sun from his eyes and you fight the urge to smile when seeing his eyes dart down your body for a split second, no disgust, but he does quickly avert his gaze and asks. “I was gonna to sand down the blocks. You actually wanna help with that?”

“Sure.” You shrug, nodding. “Doesn’t look too complicated.” 

“Alright then.” Joel chuckles again, which sounded more of a scoff this time, as if he couldn't believe that you actually wanted to help. Turning away from you, he heads into his garden shed to retrieve something then comes back out holding two large duffle bags filled with tools. After rifling through one of them, he hands you a pair of gloves then a sandpaper holder. “Soften the surfaces with this and take your time with it too, I don’t want any splinters.” 

“Okay.” You chirp with optimism and ignore his belittling attitude before starting with the closest block of wood. It was a large cut, probably a weight you would struggle to lift whereas Joel would have no problem with it, and seeing as though it was just laying on the grass, you just knelt down instead of attempting to pick it up.

After putting your gloves on, you start sanding down each surface carefully while noticing the way Joel kept looking over to you in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that he was stealing glances of those areas of your body that were accentuated with your tight clothes, but he was actually just checking that you were doing your task properly.

It sucks that he doesn't seem interested, but at least now you know for sure and you can move on from your silly little crush. Which means you can stop making an effort to look good in front of him too. Kneeling to the floor properly now without a care of how you look, you rest your weight on your heels and focus on the block of wood, tilting it over to sand each new ragged face until it is smooth.

You’ve heard about Joel and his workshop, about how he crafted a couple handmade guitars for some of the residents and it makes you wonder if he’s using these blocks for something else. You fail to see how he can make a guitar out of a square block, it’s too chunky and definitely not long enough, but maybe he could make one of those other guitars, the littles ones. 

“Hey, what are those little guitars called again, I forgot?” You ask after trying to remember the name of them, but to no avail. When there was no answer from Joel, you thought that maybe he didn’t remember either. "Oh, Ukulele. That's it." You tut to yourself upon remembering the name, though there was still no answer from Joel.

Turning to look at him, curious as to what has him so occupied that he can't answer you, it becomes quite clear when you witness him quickly look away with a sigh, acting like the planks of wood were hard work for him to move around. They weren't, he wasn't even moving them - Joel was staring at your ass.

So, he did take notice of the clothes after all. You say to yourself silently, wondering how you could make use of your outfit to get more reactions out of him. Leaning forward very subtly, you play it off like you needed a better angle to sand the wood block and the sound of him clearing his throat was victorious. It was more of a choked grunt catching in his throat, which gave you the confidence to push some more with your teasing tactics. 

Spreading your legs apart just a little, acting as if your thighs were sore from sitting in the position, you arch your back too and it worked beautifully as Joel drops his hand to readjust himself. Thankfully the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes kept him from noticing that you could see him clearly easing the ache in his crotch.

You wanted to laugh so bad. It was amusing knowing he is struggling, but you kept on with your poker face and wore an expression of focus while you work. A few moments later though, you stop to straighten your back and wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“Phew!” You huff, fanning your vest shirt to circulate the air around your flushed skin. It’s hot today, and although you’re mostly working up a sweat from the consistent back and forth action of sanding wood, you’re also working up a sweat because of Joel as he, too, was feeling the heat.

Moisture was gathering on his forehead and there was a thin damp trail lining the back of his shirt, the sight sexy to look at each time he turned his back to you. All you wanted right there and then is see his top half naked again, the memory of it in your mind isn’t enough, thus causing you to sigh with need.

“You know, if yer need a drink all yer gotta do is just ask.” Joel offers, his tone coming across a tad frustrated. Gee, I wonder why? Laughing on the inside, you look over to him, still fanning your vest - which you noticed him drop his eyes to look at - then replied. “Okay then. I’d like a drink please, Joel.” 

With a curt nod in reply, he removes his gloves and sets them down on the table top before heading inside the house. You hear the tap running and glasses clinking, but there was a long pause after the tap was turned off and when the man came back outside, your first immediate thought when seeing him was, ‘oh shit, he knows’. 

Joel came back outside, shirtless, holding a glass of water in each hand and instead of just handing one over to you like any normal, sane person would, he decided to kneel down to the grass beside you first, maintaining your eye contact, then handed it over.

Taking the glass from him with wide eyes, you know for a fact that he is doing this purposely to get back at you simply because of the way the corners of his lips twitch. He was fighting back the urge to smile and laugh. You probably look like a deer in the headlights to him and he thinks it’s funny.

You can’t even say that you’re angry about it either because you wanted to see him shirtless again and goddammit does he look good right now. Especially when he takes a drink of water, the droplets rolling down his sharp chin then down his tanned, muscled neck ever so slowly like he was advertising some beer commercial. 

Watching his adams apple bob with each gulp he took and licking your lips with your dirty thoughts, you now fight an urge to let your eyes drop to where you want to look most. His chest and stomach were so close to you, so large and tempting to reach out and touch, but you can’t do that. It would be wrong and certainly overstepping his boundaries. 

Instead, you look away and take a drink of water, to coat your dry mouth after staring at him for so long, however his proximity to you was still so close and you could still see him the corner of your eyes. The hairs in between his pecs, or the little trail of hairs over his belly button, leading into his jeans, the strong muscular veins in his hands and forearms. It didn’t matter that you looked away because you could still see everything. 

“I need to use your bathroom.” Standing from the floor upon feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Joel stood up from the floor too and it just made everything worse. He’s so fucking tall, your head is level with his brawny man boobs, and you would even go as far as saying they’re bigger than yours, though his are purely made of strength, whereas yours is made up of fleshy tissue. “Where do I go?” You ask, diverting your attention back to the original task which is to step away for a moment and catch your breath, otherwise he’ll be picking you up off the floor very soon.

“Go inside, out the laundry room then it’s the door to your left.” Nodding to him, you manage to whisper a small thankyou before your legs quickly carry you inside his house. You’re a mess, a soaking wet mess and you can feel it dampening your underwear. All that confidence you had just a few moments ago vanished and you need to get yourself together. 

Finding the bathroom and taking a whole minute to cool off, your cheeks were blushing red and your chest was on fire, still worked up over his actions just now. After finishing off your glass of water, you filled it up again in his sink and exited the room while gulping back the substance to drown your nerves.

Why does he make me feel so nervous? And why the hell do I love it?! You argue with yourself internally, completely bypassing the man sitting on the stairs as you walk past - until he speaks. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks seductively, causing you to choke with surprise.

Turning quickly, you puff out a heavy breath of air from the shock of his voice and lean against the banister, lifting your arm to wipe away the water that had escaped your lips. “Jesus, you startled me.” You scoff, to which Joel responds by lifting his hand to rub your chin, wiping away the water you had missed.

Gasping from the action, he now allows himself to fully smirk and drags his thumb across your bottom lip, crooking one brow. “You sound so pretty when you choke.” I’m dreaming, right? This isn’t real, I passed out in the bathroom and this is a dream...

Panicking with your inside voice, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest with his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip down, as if he were opening your mouth. If you felt sexually intimidated by him before, then he has just cranked it up a few notches and blown off the Richter scale. You felt a flood of arousal rush straight to your core - again! Which was causing your thighs to squeeze together - which he most certainly noticed this time, and laughed at. He actually just laughed at you.

“Don’t yer think I’ve noticed what you’ve been doin’?” Dropping his arm now and tilting his head to the side, mockingly, he narrows his eyes. “Wearing those clothes? Moaning to me and squeezing your legs together just now and last week? Or staring at me for long periods of time, hm? Didn’t think I caught on to that, did you babydoll?” He bites his lip, then smirks once more. 

“Oh God.” You whisper under your breath, gulping back air as your mouth becomes dry yet again. Joel definitely knows, and not just about you deciding to wear these clothes today, but he knows about your crush… about everything.

“No, I’m far from God-” He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Just call me by my name, unless you’d prefer to moan it, darlin’.” 

“Took y-you long enough t-to notice.” You stutter, finally breaking your silence by backchatting. You found just enough confidence to reply to Joel after feeling so taken aback by his tone and attitude with you. It’s sexy as hell and you want more of it, but you also want to be bold and sexy for him too.

“Yeah, well I had to make sure first, didn’t I?” He retaliates, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, as if he was annoyed but his smile said otherwise.

Joel likes your attempt at back chatting, though you felt embarrassed for stuttering, just seeing him so amused gave you some courage, and besides, he has just said that he had to make sure - meaning he has known about your crush for a while and was making sure his suspicions are correct before making a move, therefore… He must like me too.

Coming to a realization with that thought, your silence certainly wasn’t helping and you quickly replied. “And to make sure of what exactly?” Shrugging your shoulders, you feign innocence to the man like you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, hoping he would express his thoughts into words. “Enlighten me, Joel.” 

“I wanted to make sure that the things I was noticing about you were correct.” He clarifies, then pauses for a second to find the right words upon seeing your disappointment. You wanted more from him, to really hear him get dirty with that mouth of his, and he knows it too.

Joel can visually see what you want without a need for words, the man is good at surveying people and he’s had some time surveying you. Lifting his hand, he beckons you closer with a finger, which you do for him without protest, and your heart still beats fast, panties drenched once again and chest still burning a blaze, but right now, you would do anything he asks of you.

Standing in front of him, just between his legs, the position he was sitting in put his face level with yours and his big dreamy eyes darkened as he whispers. “I wanted to make sure that you really wanted me and it wasn’t just a harmless little crush. That’s why it took me so damn long, darlin’ because..." He pauses, eyes roaming the expanse of your face with a genuine smile on his lips. "Because everything will change between me and you, and I want to be certain that it's what you want."

Nodding, you couldn’t find the words to reply even if you wanted to. You’re so close to him, so close to bringing your dreams into a reality. You’ve pleasured yourself thinking about this, thinking about being caged in by his big strong arms, your cheek resting on his chest as he fucks you until stars appear behind your eyes. You can physically feel the pulse in your nether regions, that’s how desperate you are to let Joel take you right here, right now, but he needs to hear you express your thoughts into words too.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll work on that confidence of yours.” He leans in closer, bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip again. “Now, I did my part y/n, so you gotta do yours and tell me what I need to hear before we go any further - what is it that you want from me?” He asks simply, a clear and simple question; leaving the door open for you to let yourself in - it’s an invitation. 

The control is in your hands right here, right now. You could lie to him and say he has got it all wrong, that you’re not interested, but then you would be lying to yourself too. Joel is giving you a choice because you know just by looking in his eyes that he isn’t going to let you go until he’s satisfied with his pleasurable treatment for you. And you want it, you absolutely want his pleasurable treatment. 

“I want you.” Is what you say in a breathy moan. Eyes feeling heavy and love drunk, you inhale shakily when feeling his thumb push past your lips. “I need you, Joel.” You clarify, giving him more confirmation, more control. Your eyes close now when feeling the pad of his thumb on your tongue, sealing your lips around him with a suckling bite, he hums deeply with a contented sigh, pleased with your responses. 

“Oh, that's a good girl, y/n.” Joel growls a praise, his voice heavy with desire and need. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, but now you gotta open those eyes for me.”

Doing as he says, you open your eyes and moan at the dark wanton expression on his face. It’s feral, wild. “Atta girl.” Joel praises you again, and it never occurred to you how much you needed to hear him say it before. No one else could hold the power he does in a simple praise.

Suddenly, his thumb on your tongue pushes down, a directional signal for you to kneel and you do. Carefully falling to your knees, your hands land on his thighs to hold yourself steady, to keep you tethered to reality with what’s about to come. Joel removes his thumb and leans back to unbuckle his belt, which is where you now become fully aware of his exceptionally large bulge showing through the fabric of his jeans.

You’ve wondered about his size on many occasions now, wondered if he is large in length or girth, or both, and you’re about to find out. Looking up into his eyes, the man grunts a heavy groan at your expression. “Fuck! You look so pretty on your knees for me, darlin’.”

Working faster to release his cock from the confines of his clothes, lifting his hip up off the step to pull down his jeans and boxers, you watch in awe as his sizable cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It's big, much bigger than you expected.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna fit sweetheart.” Joel chuckles after seeing your eyes widen. The tip of his cock reaches his belly button, but the length isn’t what made your eyes widen, it's the girth of him. You know just by looking at his dick that you’d struggle to wrap your fingers around him, and just thinking about him entering you makes you wince. “Hey.” He calls for you, pulling your attention back to his eyes with reassurance. “We have all night, doll and we'll both take our time, okay?”

"Okay." Gulping, you nod to him and push past your initial fear. Of course Joel would be big here too, he’s big everywhere else, and it was silly of you to think he would have an average or below average sized cock. There’s nothing average about him. Not even his balls, which look like they would fit nicely in the palm of your hand. 

After seeing his thighs tense with need, your own curiosity and desire was growing too impatient and you reached out to cup his sac. “Oh fuck.” He gasps from the contact. Leaning back and spreading his legs apart, you take advantage of the room he was giving you and move between his thighs, already feeling surrounded by him. 

You squeeze his thigh with your other hand while placing an experimental kitten lick along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He twitches, balls pulling up in your hand with the sexiest sounds escaping his lips. His moans were praising your actions, therefore giving you a boost of confidence.

“Joel.” You whisper his name, to which he lifts his head and looks down his body, directly into your eyes. “Gotta keep those eyes open for me.” You smirk, using his own words against now before leaning in and sealing your lips around the tip of his cock.

"Oh, you're a naughty woman." The man grunts through his struggles to keep his eyes open, but no matter how stubborn as he is, he keeps them open for you, watching and living in the moment of you sucking the tip of him softly with skill. Joel knew under all of that shyness there was a impressive, sexy and experienced woman.

After wondering how much you can take, you bury him inside your mouth until it becomes too much, which is more than halfway. And although you felt proud to take that much inside, you wanted to impress him and take more, to be able to bury your nose into the hairs on his mound and sound so pretty for him choking on his cock. You heard Joel loud and clear earlier, he enjoyed hearing you choke on your water and you know now that he was picturing you choking on his length instead. 

“I may need your help.” You blurt when releasing him. Removing your hand from his thigh, you wrap it around the base of him and rotate your wrist. “You’re too big for my mouth Joel, it won’t fit.” You tease with a smile, growing more and more confident with each passing second before opening your mouth once more and taking him inside again. 

“Oh, it will.” He growls, digging his feet into the floor for leverage. “I’ll help you make it fit, doll - trust me."

Moaning when he places his hand to the back of your head, you didn’t know what you liked most, the feeling of his large cock inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, or the fact that his hand is about the size of your head and takes very little for him to hold. The man doesn’t even need to use your hair when pushing you down, burying himself a little deeper and groaning at the sound of you gagging around him, he could keep you in this position if he wanted to, make you choke for air as his cock takes up every inch of space in your throat, yet he didn’t. 

Instead, Joel found a comfortable rhythm that benefits you both for his sake of pleasure and your ability to breathe, though whether it be guilt or desire that you aren’t receiving anything, he carefully sat up and slipped his hand down your vest top, holding your soft plump breast in his hand. You went with the latter as that quickly became too little for Joel and he yanked the straps of your vest and bra down, revealing one side of your chest completely for him to caress in the way he really wanted to. 

“Hm, sensitive aren’t they?” He mocks as you moan around him, feeling him pinch your nipples. Rolling the bud around, he removes his hand for a second and you watch as he licks the tip of his fingers before returning to circle your bud with his spit. You can physically feel your nipples begin to harden, growing more and more sensitive to every little touch he gives.

Multitasking must be one of Joel’s strong suits as he continues to push your head down on his cock while fondling your breast in a way that uses pleasure to distract the discomfort in your jaw, however just as you begin to feel his balls pull up in your hand and clearly hear him moaning from above, nearing his peak, he abruptly pushes you back with a ragged inhale. “No, not yet, darlin’...your turn.” 

Leaning down and planting his lips on yours in a fervent, heated kiss, Joel pulls down your vest shirt all the way, along with your bra. You then gasp when he hooks his fingers inside your shorts to pull them down, though he left your panties on.

“Joel.” You manage to moan out his name when he wraps his arms around your lower back. It made you feel small and you loved it - loved how the sheer size of him made you feel smaller than what you actually are.

Holding onto his shoulders when he leans back, pulling you with him, the man had no issue whatsoever with wrapping your legs around his waist to stand up and walk up the stairs with you held in his arms. Still feeling small, you also felt as light as a feather until Joel had to stop a couple times just to focus on kissing your lips. 

You initially thought it was because you were heavy in his arms, but that simply wasn’t the case. He just couldn’t focus on walking while your tongue tangled with his, causing him to push you up against the wall and grunt into your mouth. You were the one making him dizzy now. You were causing him to lose focus and become wild with need. 

The man couldn’t wait any longer once he reached the top of the stairs and entered the nearest room to sit you down on a bench. The cool surface sends waves of unexpected pleasure through your body, but when he yanks your hips towards him and rolls his hips into you, it damn near sends you over the edge. “Fuck!” You whine, feeling the desperation radiating from him.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down your body and swipes a finger up your panties, completely slick with your desire. “You know…” He chuckles softly while toying with your underwear, teasing you. “It was hard not to take you last week in that apartment building. When you moaned?” Shaking his head at you, he bites his lip and circles your clit through the fabric. “I was certain then that you wanted me, but the moment wasn’t safe, darlin’, otherwise I would have fucked you against the wall right there and then.” 

“Well, we’re safe now.” You whisper. Mouth falling open with a gasp when he slips his fingers inside your panties and teases your entrance.

“We are indeed, babydoll.” Nodding, Joel whispers in agreement that the moment is right. It is safe now, there’s no infected around, no doubts lingering in his mind and there’s nothing stopping him anymore. 

“What are you waiting for then?” You ask, feeling the pad of his finger dragging up and down your slit, but not actually touching the areas you want most. His actions worked beautifully in making you yearn for more - he was making you desperate and needy.

“Nothing. Just enjoying the way your pussy reacts to my touch.” Joel smiles, a sweet sinister smile as he continues to not give you what you want. You know he’s doing that to draw a reaction out of you, to make you plead for him, and you do plead because you are too desperate. 

“Please, Joel.” You whimper, then jolt against him when he circles your clit. By now, you had soaked his hand, you could feel him rubbing his fingers together and just loving the way you’re gushing for him. You quiver and pulse around nothing, the muscles beginning to form an ache that needs to be caressed. Only on a handful of occasions have you managed to cause yourself a painful ache in your cunt by waiting too long to satiate your sexual needs, but Joel is doing that right now and knows he’s doing it - he knows your cunt is physically aching to be filled.

“Please, what?” He smirks while pressing his forehead to yours and pulling your panties to one side. Joel notches the tip of himself at your entrances and you instantly clench again, the action making him grow impatient now as he asks again. “Please what, Y/N? C’mon doll, tell me what I need to hear, then I’ll give it to yer.” 

“I want you inside of me, Joel.” You speak honestly, not caring how shameful and pathetic you sound. “I want you to fuck me right here, make me feel good and cry your name. Please, Joel, just stop teasing me and give it to me.” You sob and gasp, gripping at his forearms as he takes his sweet time by breaching your entrance. 

“Nnugh!” Joel whimpers, his teeth gritting from the tightness of your canal. Eyes closing to relish every passing second of him pushing inside, the first thrust is always the most enjoyable and the man just simply wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He’s slow, beautifully fucking slow with his actions, making you feel every vein, ridge and inch until he finally bottoms out with his balls literally pressed against your ass. 

“God dammit.” Grunting from the constriction around him, he lowers his forehead to your shoulder and breathes through the powerfully pleasurable sensation. “So much better than I dreamed, darlin’. You’re so warm.” His broken voice croaks into your neck.

“Joel, please - move.” You beg after a few moments adjusting to his size. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, he is bigger than your previous partners, but now that you relax around him, the pleasure rises with insatiable need. You feel so full, completely full in the most beautiful way. Joel hooks his arms under your legs then lifts you off the counter with ease, just emphasising even more how strong he is.

Using the globes of your ass for leverage, he begins lifting you up, leaving only the tip of him inside before sinking you back down again, still keeping to a beautifully slow pace. You tilt your head and rest your cheek to his shoulder, breathing broken moans into his neck while taking every grinding thrust he gives. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the size of him was pleasing and breath-taking, exhausting. 

“Fuck. Keep squeezing me, babydoll.” Joel babbles, then buries his face into your neck again, this time planting kisses to your skin. Only after he had marked up your neck with a satisfying amount of love bites, he then kissed your lips, swallowing all your mewling whimpers.

Opening your eyes upon feeling him toss his head back with a grunting moan of your name, you look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of yourself in a full body mirror by the door and the sight pushes you over the edge. Joel made you look petite, holding you in his mighty strong arms, while fucking you senseless.

His size difference is what drove you to orgasm.

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Dirty Talk (kinktober prompt)

Pairing: Hunter/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): established relationship, smut, intercourse, p in v sex, dirty talk, opening for round 2 in the end, breeding kink (blink and you'll miss it), reader is AFAB

Word count: 821

Notes: I'm trying my hand at kinktober this year! I won't do all of the prompts but I've got smutty pieces already written and I'm looking forward to post them!

Kinktober prompt by @/the-purity-pen!

Moans and laboured breaths were filling the otherwise quiet room as Hunter rolled his hips into you. The flames of arousal were engulfing you as his shaft deliciously massaged your inner walls. Hunter was relishing in the way you were wrapped around him, softly moaning each time he pushed his cock inside your warm centre. He had you pinned underneath him, his forearms caging your face. You were locking him in place on top of you with your arms and legs wrapped around him. You were hot. Almost too hot, it was suffocating. A sheer layer of sweat was covering your bodies as they moved in sync, your animalistic urges having taken over. A few strays of Hunter’s hair were stuck to his forehead, his bandana long forgotten on the floor beside your bed.

Hunter licked the skin of your neck, the salty taste spurred him on. His thrusts had grown erratic as his orgasm creeped up on him. Your nails were sinking into his back, your own climax steadily reaching the point of no return. His cock pulsated within you as your inner walls squeezed his length. Your back arched off the bed, a moan ripped through your throat while Hunter simultaneously grunted in the crook of your neck.

“You feel so good,” you breathed out. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you searched for your words. “Your cock, it feels so good.”

Another grunt breached Hunter’s lips as his thrusting faltered, his approaching climax was making him feel dizzy with lust.

“Please,” he begged, “keep talking. Tell me how good you’re feeling.”

He swallowed as you squeezed his shaft again, willingly this time.

“You always fill me up so good,” you moaned. You rolled your head back as Hunter shifted the angle of his hips, allowing his cock to brush along your g-spot every time he pushed his shaft inside your welcoming heat. “Stretch me out so good.”

The haze of lust fogging up your head was making it difficult to form coherent sentences but you were too far gone in pleasure to care. “‘feel so empty when you’re not fucking me.”

You finished your sentence with a loud gasp as Hunter sank his teeth in your neck.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” growled Hunter, snapping his hips into you. The head of his cock nudged along the sensitive spot within you.

You cried out in ecstasy. “I do,” you replied.

“‘want you to cum in me” you added. You snaked a hand between your bodies and started drawing tight little circles around your bundle of nerves. Your toes curled at the added stimulation and your features started contorting in pleasure as your orgasm was about to snap.

“Please, fill me up,” you moaned. “I’m close.”

You felt his cock twitching. “Hunter,” you moaned. You moved your lips near his ear, your breath felt warm against the shell of his ear, and whispered, “breed me.”

These two little words pushed Hunter over the edge. The familiar sound of skin clapping resonated in the room as Hunter slammed his hips into you for a few more greedy thrusts before burying his cock to the hilt. Feeling Hunter’s cock pulsating within you as thick ropes of his cum painted your inner walls pushed you over the edge as well. Your vision turned white and you exhaled loudly as Hunter grunted through his orgasm.

You relaxed in post-orgasm bliss as Hunter resumed his thrusting, lazily driving his cock inside you. You mewled in pleasure, enjoying the fading sensations of the orgasm you had just shared together.

“Maker,” exhaled Hunter in the crook of your neck. He propped himself up with his hands and sat back up on his heels. You whined as he pulled out, not wanting the cuddling session to be over just yet. He watched as drops of his cum leaked out of you, you snaked your hands between yours legs and pushed his cum back inside you with your fingers. A smirk appeared on your face as Hunter looked like he was about to cum a second time untouched.

“Thank you for cumming inside me, Sergeant,” you said, batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly. A growl rumbled in Hunter’s chest as he laid back down on top of you.

“You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to get hard again,” he said, softly biting your jawline.

“Would that be so bad?” you teased, rolling your hips.

You giggled as Hunter slated his mouth over yours in a hungry kiss.

“An attitude and a dirty mouth, you’re just asking to get in trouble,” he said against your lips. You planted a peck on his lips before using your strength to roll the both of you over.

You leaned back up and looked down at Hunter as you seductively slid your wetness along his shaft, “if getting in trouble means riding you into hyperspace then I’m all for it.”