#you know try to explain it while I’ve got lips on your cock that sure makes time move slower right is this time being relative

[aldisobey]

WIP Word Game!

Always love a tag, and I seriously appreciate it @caffeinatedmunchkin (and also @ollypopwrites because this is the actual game you had tagged me in before). Alright here we go. I’m letting myself be messy here.

Rules:

You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My key word was S a t i n

I’m breaking the rules and giving you ‘cut content’. I’m toiling over wips in a weird way. I don’t know how else to let some of this see light of day and I’m taking the opportunity to make this what I want. Because these are fun…uh, character studies? These are bits I want to get at, these are things that are true and real for the characters, but I don’t know if I’ll ever have time to flesh it out. They all need editing okay but have fun, here is some writing process, these are all technically 'wips'. You could say they are different stages of stories or scenes. S - is from Nevarran Noble Anatomy, currently dropped shortfic A - is a pulled paragraph from post-epilogue I'm still looking at T - is a silly I - is a look at a dialogue first draft N - is a flowy first draft.

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“See that ya shits? The fuck you think might happen if dead tissue gets in there hmmm? You gonna explain that one to dear old Professor ‘I’m not taking more than ten students’ Volkarin that you killed his lover?” Rook’s entire body went red. “Think that’ll help ya make the list?” the botanist was snapping and pointing her fingers, “Yeah and you! I know your family is gonna have a goddamn inheritance war if you can’t find a competent corpse whisper. Mother’s knickers. Idiots.” “Well he can’t be more than a paramour. A proper Nevarran Necromancer would never fail to lavish a lover.” The noble’s jangling limbs gestured to the bare arms of the Warden, smirk on his face as he sneered towards Emmrich. Rook hopped off the examination table with a heavy thump, slammed that muscled weight down, and strode over to that noble. Spit on his shoe. Locked eyes on the shocked countenance before him as he hissed out a, “Hey, darling dearest heart, can I have a knife back. Please. Time for the practical demonstration. I can show where to stab so he’ll live.” “Rook, I think it’s time we took our leave.” Emmrich finally spoke, voice hushed. Rook leaned forward and grinned wide, “I don’t wear rings for a reason, want to see why?” Smile too wide the Warden extended his hand as if in greeting. The laborious movement drew the eye. Bent, bruised, one could tell numerous bones had healed incorrectly. Movements were stiff, cracking, fresh cuts and life long calluses ran the surface. Menacing. It held an air of strength that promised instant injury if the brat dared lay his own there. Emmrich paused overlong. Mind reeling. Rook didn’t know it, but he faced someone with royal connections. And the necromancer knew that stance, this silence. The gathered Nevarrans might think it acting, bravado. But Rook was still. Quiet. Loose. Every nerve primed for movement. He’d kill that man. And for a moment…Emmrich considered letting that happen. Rook didn’t need the knives. Normally the Warden was kind, de-escalating, talking things out if possible. But the moment a threat appeared he removed it. Mercilessly. And Rook wasn’t wrong, a man such as this would be a threat. But only alone, only if Emmrich were to disappear. This was no trouble, this was a fight won by Professor Volkarin long ago. Emmrich smiled pleasantly and swept in between them, back to the student, took hold of Rook’s outstretched hand in both of his, gave it a gentle squeeze, raised it to his lips and held it there as he cooled the Warden’s gaze in the depths of his longing stare. “You needn’t sully your hands darling.” Emmrich spoke slow into the knuckles. One would think the room had emptied but for the two of them. The professor dropped their hands from his lips, twined his fingers with Rooks, and held firm as he drew the rogue away with a gentle pull, “Come, we have a reservation to make.” Smiling dumb Rook let himself be taken away, threw a bright laugh at the noble over his shoulder. “Ooh, those undead cooks again?” “If you desire it dearest.” And they were gone. Rook forgot his shirt.

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All Rook’s build. Close as possible. Venatori freshly caught. Spaces of the Necropolis were his alone. The peers that dubbed him ‘young Volkarin’ would be the only few that could check, possibly even see. And their attentions were elsewhere for decades. He could keep them here alive. Long as their lives might permit. Had to remain alive. Material. Simple reagents. The shift in Emmrich’s mind came crashing. He’d saved these men. Had saved many in the chaos of the aftermath. They would be dead without him. The moments of life left were owed.

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“Turlum!!” Rook throws a truffle at Davrin, and with a squawk and a ‘dammit Rook’ Davrin never gets to finish the joke he started as he’s smothered in a rush of fur and feathers.

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“It…it’s that, but Emmrich it’s mostly not. I’m worried about you.” -this is Harding- “And Rook.” -taash- “And Rook. But Emmrich look at where we’re at. Why did you want to go to the Deep Roads?” “You’re a bad liar” -taash shrug- “Taash, not helping. But they're right. You’re studying the Blight aren’t you?” “And what of it? I’m researching a cure. Harding. It’s changed. Who knows what it will be tomorrow, someone must endeavor to understand it.” -Emmrich- “Should that someone be you? You might be too close. Maybe…maybe just enjoy what you got with Rook now? And if that blight stuff ever changes I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

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Night never really came to the Lighthouse. The name alone forbid it. Yet dusk arrived. The pots and pans washed and returned, baths steaming but empty, and the warmth of quiet wrapped the near atmosphere. Rook sat on the floor of Emmrich’s study. Cross legged and hunched on a plush rug before the fire, book propped by a pillow before him. The rug was relatively new. Rook had protested. Floor’s fine! I’ve called worse a bed. Sincerity rang in laughter and a chair sat empty across the room so it must be a preference. But Emmrich had taken it upon himself to see to some comforts. Smiled soft from his desk now as he peered up to see it in use. Recalled it’s christening. Oh pretty! Boots had gone flying the first time Rook spotted it, clothes nearly followed but quick words halted the excess, Emmrich, it was a long day in Arlathan, I don’t want to get twigs in it. Emmrich had ‘nearly’ rolled his eyes at that one. Taken Rook by the shoulders and pushed him to it. Darling, I’m a mage, tidying the thing is a triviality. Please. Rook needed no further encouragement, spun in Emmrich’s hands, placed a peck on his nose, and fell back starfished onto the rug. Landed with a loud thud. Barefoot, grinning, and stretching like a mabari in the mud the rogue sank into the fine fibers sighing. That had been some weeks ago. A few pillows and stacks of books surrounded it now. Rook’s back warmed by the fireplace, furrowed brow visible to Emmrich at his desk. The Warden snorted, almost a laugh, shook his head, brow smoothed and smirking he turned the page. “An error darling?” “Hmm?” Rook didn’t catch it at first. Mind taking a moment to shift from realm of reading thought to listening ear. Blinked as those warm round eyes flicked up to the necromancer. “Oh!” It clicked then and Rook chuckled. “It’s entertaining, but they talk too much in the fights.”

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All my moots have been tagged from what I've seen. Okay I haven't seen I'm just not sure who to go to and am crippled by perception and want to throw this out before I don't. use BONES if you see this and want to throw something at me.

[juleswritesstuff]

Am I the only one who thinks most of the Marauders and the Slytherin Skittles would have the biggest praise kink in history ?

warnings: smut

James would have one because of his constant need to be perfect, to be what he thinks the others need him to be: the perfect son, the perfect friend, the perfect student. But he always has doubts ‘am I enough ?’, ‘am I doing enough ?', ‘will they like me ? ’, ‘what if they don’t ? what if they hate me ?’ He needs to be reassured that he is. He is enough, he is more than enough. 

I feel like it would be more prominent while he is intimate with you. He is mostly afraid of not living up to the expectation he thinks you have of him. So you make sure he knows that he makes you literally touch the sky.

‘That was the best match i’ve ever watched ! Merlin, you were brilliant on that broom James’ after Gryffindor wins the last match of the year.

‘What do you mean ‘stupid’ ? They’re your glasses baby, they help you see. And you look really hot wearing them in my opinion’ after he overhears someone talking about another person and saying they look stupid with that specific pair of glasses.

‘Like that, baby. You’re doing so good’ while he is covering your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

‘Yes, yes, fuck, right there Jamie’ after a particularly deep and strong thrust leaves you breathless.

‘You look so good between my legs, love’ while he is eating you out messily and hungrily and so, so perfectly.

‘No one feels as good as you. No one could ever make me feel the way you do, James’ while he is still inside of you, catching his breath and looking at you with devotion.

‘Are you sure it was ok ?’

‘James, it was more than ok. My legs are shaking baby, that's a sign that it was pretty damn amazing’

‘Are you serious ?’

‘Apart from the very lame joke I am sure you’re thinking about, yes, I am. Actually, why don’t I show you how serious I really am ?’

‘What do you mean, baby?’

‘I mean that you’re gonna fuck me again and i’ll show you how much I always crave your lips, then a third time and i’ll make sure the entire castle hears how you can make me cry with just your tongue, then a fourth because that perfect dick of yours needs to be fucking worshipped, and, finally, a fifth to show you that you fuck me so good that not a single coherent thought processes in my head when you're taking me apart on your cock, Jamie’ 

Remus would have one because he has hated himself his whole life. He feels like a monster, like he doesn’t deserve all the love he is surrounded by, like all the good things people say about him are just lies. And he knows the truth, he knows he is nothing but an horrid creature and that he doesn’t deserve to be loved. Except that it isn’t the truth, and you tell him everyday.

With him I feel like it would be more out of the bedroom, and outside of sex, but not exclusively.

‘You’re really good at that spell Remus, mind showing me how it’s done ?’ after he gets a rather difficult charm right at the first try.

‘You look very hot today, Rem. Well, you look hot everyday actually’ which makes him blush from head to toes.

‘You’re the best, you know ? You really are’ after he explains a difficult concept that nobody else got, but him.

‘Holy hell, right there Remus. You feel way too good’ while he eases in and out of you with a steady rhythm, knocking the air out of your lungs.

‘You take such good care of me’ while he is going down on you, slowly, sensually and with a glint of hunger in his eyes, knowing exactly what to do to make you fall apart.

‘I love you, you know that right ?’

‘Yes, darling. You tell me everyday’ 

‘Well, that’s not enough. From now on, I'll tell you twice a day’

‘But why ?’

‘Because it’s true' and then you give him the sweetest kiss.

Sirius would have one because he has been told his whole life that he wasn’t enough. That he needed to be better, to do better, to be a better heir for the Noble House of Black, to be a better son, to be a better brother. He was told that he was worthless, that his parents had no use in having a son like him. He was a disappointment, a shame to the family. For them he didn’t exist anymore.

But for you he was the most perfect person to ever walk on earth. Your brightest star.

He would love it both inside and outside the bedroom. I feel like he would also ask you to tell him something that makes him feel good, especially when he is having a bad day. He has no problem being praised in public, but he becomes especially vulnerable when you’re intimate because he can finally let go.

‘Tell me what did I do to have the best boyfriend ever ?’ After he brings you flowers one day because he told you they reminded them of you.

‘It’s ok Sirius, you’ll get it eventually. You’re one of the best students, you just need a bit more time which is totally fine’ after the tenth time he tries to get one of the most difficult spells right, only for it to go wrong.

‘You’re worth it Sirius. You’re worth every single good thing that happens to you, never doubt that’ after he breaks down reading one of his mothers older letters, full of foul words directed at him.

‘You’re such a good boy, aren’t you ?’ after he listens to you so well, kissing every inch of your body.

‘Fuck, you should see yourself baby. You look so good, so perfect for me’ while you’re on his lap, riding him slowly to savor that sultry fucked out expression on his face that makes you go feral.

‘You’re so sweet, Sirius, do you know that ? So fucking sweet’ after you bob your head on his length, swirling your tongue around his head to suck gently as his taste coats your mouth.

‘Was I good ?’

‘You’re always good, Sirius. More than’

‘Are you sure ?’

‘Do you want me to describe in detail how good you are at splitting me open in every position known to man ? Because I can do that if you want. Might take three whole days though, a week if you want me to talk about that sinful tongue of yours, too’

‘I think we have enough time’ and then you both start laughing.

Regulus would have one because he’s been second his whole life. Second for his brother, second for his parents before Sirius left , sometimes he feels second even for his friends. He thinks no one cares deeply about him, he’s just there as a rebound. He’s never been anyone’s first choice, and he thinks he never will be.

You make sure he knows that not only he would be your first choice in every lifetime, but that he would also be the only choice for you, no one else would or could ever compare. He is the center of your universe after all.

I feel like he would blush like crazy and pretend he is annoyed by your words when you’re in public and you praise him even for the simplest thing, but his eyes would also warm up a little, just for a second, before going back to his blank and rather stoic expression. He would be a mess in the bedroom though, when he can finally let go and he allows himself to feel good about the sweet words that leave your lips.

‘You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen’ after he catches you staring at him for a moment too long.

‘Your poems are literally art, Regulus. I can’t believe you can write like this, you know this is pure talent, right ?’ after he shows you his poems for the first time and you nearly cry because more than half of them are dedicated to you.

‘You were so good up there, Reggie. And the way you caught the Snitch ? Fucking incredible. You are incredible’ after Slytherin wins one of the biggest matches of the season thanks to Regulus catching the Snitch one minute from the end.

‘You feel so good, love. Stretching me out so well’ after his cock slides inside of you perfectly, filling you up so nicely.

‘Eyes on me, Regulus. They’re so gorgeous, I want them focused me while I make you cum, ok ? Be good and keep them open’ as you stroke his length up and down, feeling the velvety soft skin on your palm as you give his head a gentle suck, tasting him on your tongue.

‘You’re so pretty when you’re all fucked out, Reggie. You feel so good taking me like this’ while you’re riding him and he looks at you with hazy eyes, lust and pure bliss fogging his brain’

‘I’m yours Regulus. I’m undoubtedly, irrevocably and utterly yours’

‘Promise me’

‘I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me forever, actually’

‘Mmh, it’s gonna be hard, but I’ll survive I guess’ while you’re still joined, one body and one soul as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, his tone sarcastic but betrayed by the smile that's progressively growing on his lips.

Barty would have one because his father never gave him his attention. He was never enough for him, never a good son, never a good student, never good. He was constantly ignored, and the few times his father acknowledged him was to tell him that he was a lost cause, a disgrace, a shame. He was just a stupid boy, too reckless, too careless, too unhinged, too much, and, at the same time, never enough. But it wasn’t like that. He was a bit impulsive, and sometimes he went a little bonkers, but he was a good person, and there were people who cared about him and his well being. You always made sure he knew that. He was your priority.

I have a feeling that he would be completely unashamed of being praised in public exactly like he is praised in the bedroom. Probably not in front of the whole school, but he wouldn't really care if people eavesdropped, his crooked grin widening when he notices their horrified faces. It is  their fault, they could mind their own damn business.

‘Yes, Barty, you’ve been a good boy’ after he asks you if he has been good after getting an O in Potions.

‘Baby, we’re in public, I can’t just scream about how good you fuck me. There are people eating, for Merlin’s sake’ after he sees a guy talking to you before sitting at the table in the Great Hall. He asks you if you could tell him that he is the only one who could make you come with just his skilled fingers.

‘Don’t think like that ever again, Barty. You are not a lost cause, you aren't. You deserve good things, you deserve the best things, sweetie. You deserve to be loved, and I do. I love you so much Barty, don’t ever think you are not important to me because you are. You mean the world to me’ after he receives a letter from his father asking how a cretin like him was able to find someone who could love him. If he hadn’t begged you to stop after calming down a little you would’ve been in Azkaban with a murder charge by now.

‘Fuck, I love when you do that. Feels amazing, baby’ after he trails a path of kisses down your chest only to focus on the tender flesh of your nipple as he sucks gently, and grazes it with his teeth, teasing you.

‘Harder, baby. I know you like it like this’ while his thrusts become more erratic, stronger and deeper and you can hardly think.

‘You’re cock is perfect, Barty. Fills my mouth so nicely’ while you’re sucking him off, his tip hits your throat and you swallow as the loudest moan leaves his mouth.

‘I told Mulciber that no one can make you scream as loud as I do’

‘You did what ?! Barty !’

‘What ? Is it not true ?’

‘I- of course it’s true, but why did you have to tell him ?’

‘He was being rather cocky about the fact that he could make you scream like, and I quote ‘a bitch’. Then he started using other very disrespectful words to describe you baby, and at that point I had to punch him right in the face, because no one has to even dare to talk about you like that. He is actually lucky my Sectumsempra is not perfect yet, or he would’ve ended way worse. And then I added that little detail. I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I was furious. Do you want me to obliviate him ? I can do that if you want’

‘It’s fine, he needs some salt rubbed on his wounds’

‘Are you sure ?’

‘Yes, baby. And it’s nothing new, I'm sure the entire dorm hears me when you’re fucking me, I can't help it. Now come on my knight in bloody knuckles, let’s go to Madame Pomfrey to get those bruises checked’ you kiss him lightly before heading to the infirmary.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🤭

And thank you for reading 💖

[girlhoke]

There's this fantasy I keep having…

After years of saving up, I'm finally able to move out on my own. I pack up my things and move as far away as I can afford, hoping to have a fresh start to my life where no one knows that I was born a girl.

Everything goes swimmingly. I eventually have to find a job, and I do. It's a rickety gas station, and the only availability they have open is the night shift, but I'm fine with that. It pays the bills, and my coworkers respect me as a man, so I’m happy.

A few months pass, and I grow comfortable. The stress of moving subsides, and I finally feel at peace. That's until you come into the gas station one night.

I'm the only one on shift, which is usual for this time of night. I don't pay you any mind at first, restocking some of the items behind the counter. Eventually though, I feel a presence behind me and turn to see you on the other side of the counter. One hand bracing yourself against the counter as your other hand fists your cock, all the while staring me down.

Before I can even open my mouth to threaten you, you stop me in my tracks. My dead name falls from your lips, and you smile as my mouth hangs open. You explain that we used to go to school together, though I don't remember ever seeing you. Then, you cum all over my counter.

I'm appalled, but more than anything, I’m afraid. You hold power over me, knowing my secret. That isn't lost on you as you tuck yourself back into your pants, assuring me that we will see each other again. Very soon.

Like hell we will.

I try to evade you. I come up with some sob story and recite it to a coworker, asking to switch shifts for just a week. They're reluctant but give in because I’ve helped them on more than one occasion. I feel relief hit me as I get to work on day shifts for a week. It's only a week, but at least I don't have to be paranoid about being alone and getting cornered by you. There's no way you'd try anything funny in broad daylight.

I realize I’m wrong as I watch you stroll in among a few other customers one afternoon. I don't think you've seen me yet, so I quickly excuse myself to the other person on shift and make my way to the walk-in freezer in the back. It'll be cold and a bit miserable, but I can wait in here until I’m sure you've left.

Five minutes drag by, and I hear the door begin to open. I assume it's my coworker coming to check on me, but it's you. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don't understand how you even got back here.

It doesn't matter. I know I can't fight back when you know the truth about my body. My breaths come out in white puffs as your cock stretches out my virgin pussy. It's so painfully freezing in the room that it's almost a relief to feel the warmth of you shooting your cum deep into my abused hole.

You leave, but not before warning me that if I don't get my schedule changed back, you have no issue with using me in front of others. That night, I have to text my coworker, saying I'm good to take on the night shifts again. My fate is sealed as your personal sex toy.

[aothotties]

Telling Choso you want a baby

Word count: 1635

Warnings: MDNI, best friend!Choso, fluff, smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kids, swearing, riding, overstimulation, creampie, the ending is so cute to me.

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You and your best friend are currently lying in his bed while watching random videos as they come and go. You stumble upon a video of a mom showing flashbacks of her body during pregnancy and you can’t help but pout.

“What's wrong?” He mumbles and yawns for a few seconds, followed by a stretch after he throws his phone to the side.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being a sap.” You show him the video on your phone and he shrugs in return.

“Yeah, cute kid I guess. Mom’s got a nice body though.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and you roll your eyes.

“Of course, that’s all you notice, you’re such a man.” You scroll to another video and double tap the screen.

He shakes his head at your reaction and takes the phone from your hand so he can scroll through your feed himself.

“So you’re on some baby kick, huh?” You shrug in return and pull your legs up to your chest.

“I don’t know maybe, I think I want a baby, Cho.” You confess and he nearly drops the phone on his face at the confession.

“Where in the hell did that come from?” He sits up in bed and gives you his full attention.

You shy away from the question and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Choso finds it adorable at how flustered you become over the simple question.

“I’m not sure, I’ve wanted a baby for a while now. You know I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I just could never find the right guy to settle down with.” You explain to him and he listens to every word you say.

“I’ll have a baby with you.” He says nonchalantly and you look at him as if you’ve seen a ghost.

“Excuse me?! Cho, are you high or something?” You scan over his face for a sign of his words being a joke, but there isn’t one.

“Well for starters, I’m typically always high, you know that. And yeah, why not? You want a baby, I don’t hate the thought of having kids either. You don’t think we’d make cute babies? He pretends to be offended and you slap his shoulder.

You don’t hate the idea of having a baby with him. No, you guys aren’t together, but you’ve been friends for more than 10 years. You two have had sex in the past, so it’s not like you haven’t seen each other naked. And you won’t deny the fact that he is quite handsome.

“If you’re as serious about this as you seem…then I guess we can have a baby together.” You give him your final answer and he gives you a gentle smile.

“But if we’re going to do this then we have a bunch of things to figure out first. Are we gonna live together and-“ Your sentence is cut off by the feeling of soft lips against your own.

He pulls you into his lap quickly and reaches for the buttons on your shirt, quickly trying to pull it off. He slides his tongue in your mouth and you happily invite him in.

Your shirt is thrown to the corner of the room and your leggings soon follow after.

“You wanna make a baby, don’t you? You can’t talk and make a baby. Well, you shouldn’t be able to at least.”

And boy was he right, Choso currently has you riding his sensitive cock after god knows how long. Your thighs shake in sensitivity and you let out another whimper as he bottoms out inside of you.

“C-Cho, my legs are burning.” You pout and huff as you struggle to continue bouncing on top of him.

Choso ignores your cries for help and hisses as another orgasm is ripped from his body and he stuffs your poor cunt with more of his cum. You throw your head back at the feeling of him fucking it back inside of you.

“ ‘m sorry mama, j-just wanna make sure you get all of it. Let me help you baby.” He sits up against the headboard and takes hold of your hips.

“Fuck!” You scream and grab the headboard when his hips piston upwards and his angry red tip fucks into your sweet spot.

“Shit, shit! Feels so good, so tight and warm.” Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your wet, gummy walls bringing him to the brink yet again.

“C-coming! I’m gonna come, Cho!” He holds your hips in place and continues his assault on your poor g-spot.

You can’t control your orgasm and how quickly it hits you. You dig your nails into the skin of his shoulder as your left shaking from overstimulation.

The man below you watches in awe as your body convulses on top of his exhausted one. At this moment, Choso has never seen you look more beautiful.

Your thick lips are red and messy from all the kissing and drooling, his eyes trail down your body, and the way your breasts move up and down with each bounce. His eyes land on where you’re both connected and he can’t help but rub your neglected clit with his thumb.

You shake your head and attempt to swat his hand away, quickly losing that battle when he pulls you down for another messy kiss. You whimper against his lips when he flips both of you over.

He lifts your legs and rests your calves on his shoulder. He slides back into you at a teasingly slow pace and you grip the sheets in pleasure. The dark-haired man lets out a moan at the way your walls continuously suck him in each time.

He plants a small kiss on your ankle before his hips go from slow and steady to hard and fast.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you grip the sheets, pleasure courses through your body at the feeling of the new angle.

The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the room and probably through the walls if you listen close enough.

“I’m so close baby, so fucking close.” He warns, his hips begin to lose their rhythm as his climax builds within him.

“C-cum inside me Cho. I want it so bad please!” You beg, tears build up in your eyes as another orgasm pools in your lower belly.

“Y-yeah baby? Want me to fill you up real good?” He leans down so his forehead is only inches from yours and you nod shyly.

He smirks at your lack of words and presses his lips to yours one last time before overfiowing your insides with his warm speed. You moan into his mouth and drag your nails down his arms in ecstasy as you come one last time.

Your body finally relaxes after one last thrust of his hips.

“You okay princess?” He runs his fingers through his raven locks and you nod with your eyes closed, the need for sleep is growing stronger by the second.

“Thank you for doing this with me, there’s truly nobody else I think I would want a baby with.” You confess, he takes your hand in his and kisses over your knuckles.

“Don’t worry about it, anything I can do to make my best friend a happy lady.”

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“Oh, Dad that’s so cheesy.” Your eight year old daughter rolls her eyes at the story and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s what happened! Your mom and I were best friends, she wanted a baby and the stork delivered!You asked me to tell you the story of how you guys were born, and I did.” He huffs and pulls the young girl in his lap, planting small kisses all over her face.

“Dad! Please no more.” She laughs as he continues his assault of kisses on her face.

The sound of tiny feet and screaming can be heard from down the hall, Choso and his mini-me follow the noise and he has to refrain from laughing at the sight.

You’re attempting to put your boys to bed with a bedtime story, but not without acting out the details of course.

“I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” You blow raspberries over their little faces and they break out into a fit of giggles.

“Mommy does a good wolf, right guys?” Your boys nod simultaneously and you smile up at your fiancé.

“Did you know it’s actually because she is one? Why do you think she’s so hairy?” He teases and you hit his shoulder playfully.

“Haha papa, so funny.” He helps you up to your feet and plants a kiss on your lips.

Your three munchkins groan in disgust and you and Choso can’t help but laugh.

“Alright guys it’s time for bed, we’ve got a busy week coming up!” You announce, you tuck the boys in bed and kiss their foreheads.

“Goodnight Mama, goodnight Papa, goodnight Junior!”

Junior is the nickname for your oldest daughter since she’s a carbon copy of her father. The only thing she got from you is her pretty brown skin and her tight coils.

“Goodnight boys, I love you, mama and Papa.” She hugs you both simultaneously and you lean down so she can kiss your faces.

“Goodnight pretty girl, sweet dreams.” You watch as she closes her bedroom door, and cheer quietly at another successful night.

“We’re such awesome parents Cho.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and cups your cheeks as he kisses you.

“Yeah, we kinda know what we’re doing I guess.” He smiles down at you and pulls you in by your waist.

“And to think we were gonna stop with Junior. How crazy would that have been?” You ask as you reminisce.

Once you learned about your pregnancy, you two decided that it was just going to be a one-and-done situation. Then Choso realized that not only are you an amazing mother, but that you’re an even better significant other.

He proposed to you on the night of her first birthday, and nine months later your boys arrived. He truly wouldn’t want his life to go any other way, he has everything he’s ever wanted and more.

Ari

[lesservillain]

My Beloved Monster and Me.

eddie munson x cryptid!reader

cw: smut, blood, wounds, death, inhuman!reader

a/n: just a little something i’ve been wanting to write for a while. figured why not make it my come back post.

Eddie felt the life draining from his body. Sure, it hurt. But it was merely an afterthought with the way you were making him feel as you rode him with reckless abandon.

He knew better than to venture out in the woods alone with all the mysterious deaths that happened in Hawkins over the last few years. Wayne always told him there was otherworldly things lurking around this town.

Eddie wasn’t afraid, though. Nothing anybody could say to him would keep him out. He knew nothing would come after him in the woods. And if they did, they wouldn’t last long enough to know what hit them.

“Uuuugh, fuck,” Eddie moans, voice horse from the way your teeth grip his throat. He could feel himself slowly slipping away, his climax reaching its impending peak at the same pace.

The thrill of dying in such a way is what kept Eddie coming back here. Back to where he knew you would be, in this clearing.

He didn’t know exactly what you were, mostly because you didn’t speak to him. The most he got out of you was a few chirps and expressive gestures. But if he had to guess, he’d say you were some kind of vampire.

He knew you’d killed others before him. Stumbling upon a fresh kill of yours by pure accident being the reason you’d even cross paths. And even after this whole…situation, became a reoccurring event.

But, one thing Eddie was certain of, was that he was the only one you were giving this “special treatment” to. It even seemed that you’d been excited to see him here recently.

The moan that vibrated against the skin of Eddie’s neck sent chills down his body. He could tell you were getting close to cumming, knowing the signs tour body gives him now after all of your times together.

Eddie musters his strength and does his best attempt in slowing your movements. Thankfully you give in without much fight, and Eddie is able to adjust himself just enough to where he can thrust up into you.

The crunch of forest floor under his shoe is barely audible over the sound of your wails of ecstasy. Removing yourself from Eddie’s neck, you let him bounce you on his cock, the hot blood dripping down his neck from the wound.

Everything becomes a sensation overload to him, Eddie speeding up briefly before all movements come to a halt. His grip would be bruising on a normal human, but it’s wouldn’t leave a mark on you.

His hot cum fills up your now warm cunt, the blood from his body flowing through your veins and bringing you back to an almost alive state of bodily function. Eddie didn’t understand it, probably never would. But, something about his blood pumping in your veins made him feel special.

Your body slumps, arms wrapping around his neck as you lay onto top of him. He can feel your tongue gliding across the wounds you gave him, the punctures closing at an unnatural rate that he’s learned to accept. No scars either, thankfully. That would be hard to explain if they did, considering how often he comes to see you now.

Eddie wraps his arms around you tight, to which he is met with more happy chirps from you. You look up at him, mouth bloody, but still as beautiful as ever. He leans in and lets his lips meet yours, the irony taste of his own blood stinging his tongue.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” Eddie says with a dimpled smile. You nuzzle into him and Eddie beams, hopeful that it meant you were staring to understand him. He’d been trying his best to teach you to communicate, but teaching the english language was even harder than learning it yourself.

“Eddie.” His name coming from your otherworldly voice would send chills of fear down his spine in any other context. Instead he feels his heart flutter in his chest, practically beaming with joy.

thanks for reading 🖤

[briarberrythornedhart]

Haywire

Contains: Eddie Munson & Reader, fluff, sincerity, vulnerability, friends to something more

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You were just friends. Just hanging out. And you’d thought there would be more people around tonight as human buffer BUT NO it was just you and him in his living room. And he was sitting so close it made you dizzy.

Ope.

He caught you staring. Your gaze was lovingly drifting over his stunning features and when he noticed you looking, his eyebrows shot up.

He waved his hand in a slow figure eight, wiggling his fingers - like he was casting some sort of spell on you.

Maybe he was casting a spell on you? It would explain a lot.

“You okay in there?” He laughed. He snapped the fingers of his left hand a couple times and you must have jumped because then he snorted “Sorry, sorry! You zoned out, though...like...you left me, where’d you go?” He grinned at you, head cocked to the side.

“I’d never leave. I mean I’m paying attention, What is the next step?” You asked, trying to re-focus and NOT on his lips, or his jaw, or the length of his thick pretty neck that you so wanted to kiss and lick and bite down on …oh gawd... how you wanted to taste him all over!

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ya sure you wanna do this? Right now?? It’s okay if you are bored. This is not the fun part for most folks.”

“Yeah! NO - I’m not bored.” You clutched your notebook to your chest and regulated your breathing. No more yelling FFS you told yourself. ” I told you - I’ve wanted to play DnD for a long time and you know… never got a chance to even roll up a character. The stars just weren’t aligned for it I guess and the group near me didn’t want me in the mix....”

“Well, that’s not a problem here. There won’t be any of that bullshit on my watch. There’s Equal opportunity for doom or glory in Hellfire Club.” Eddie let the words doom and glory rumble in his chest. Theatrical as ever.

“Thank you.” You smiled and felt heat flush your cheeks.

“You’re so welcome, you always are.” he shook his mane of hair and chuckled again, wry and self-effacing. Which you would NEVER have expected from this guy. When you were introduced to him he was cocky as hell, strutting around and getting right into your personal space and teasing you like you’d been close friends forever and then - you get him alone like this- and he transforms into this sweet and modest and shy… total gentleman.

You were so completely fucked.

I mean, if only. You wished you were. But this was all so sadly gentlemanly and platonic.

He licked his lips and tapped his pencil on the DM’s guide while he pondered something seriously. Your mouth watered. And since he was so intently not paying attention to you- you took him in - looked him all over.

Your lips felt suddenly so dry and hot and his lips were the cure for every little thing that afflicted you, you knew this. That his perfect lips were the Answer. They were pink, slightly redder and chapped and plumped by his own teeth worrying at his bottom lip and… oh he was speaking to you. Focus.

“But maybe we should wait till later?? Because you seem very baked right now.” Eddie took your pencil away from you, grinning. Your pencil that had made its way (eraser first) between your lips and was getting bitten to hell. “Sweetheart, It was just a beer and we shared that joint…Did you not eat anything today??” He looked mildly concerned. “Do you want a snack or something? Coffee? I think we have Sanka in the cupboard… although what would be the point....”

You shook your head. No.

You didn’t admit it but You were not high. Or tipsy.

That was the thing. Eddie did this to you.

Yes, you’d faked taking that hit off his joint — hoping to look very chill about him offering you one. You’d barely taken a sip of the PBR he’d offered.

You Didn’t need any single thing to make you feel as high as THIS. When you had those big pretty eyes looking at you?? You were floating!

His lashes fluttered when he inhaled, held in the smoke, and then his eyes stared into your soul when he blew out (blowing away from your face - politely) and that just made you want to do unspeakably depraved things. For him. To him. On him.

“We could just… hang out.” Eddie said. “Plenty of time to make a character before next Wednesday and stuff.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. we don’t need to have an activity to be ummm together, you can just ride that wave you are on and I’ll... play guitar at you or something.” He looked down again and huffed almost a laugh. “Obviously you don’t want That, no one wants that, but we could watch a movie....”

The overhead light cast the shadow of his lashes down over his cheekbones.

“I’d like to hear you play and sing one of your songs.” You said.

“Oh no no no,” Eddie leaned backwards and put his hands behind his head, legs spread at the knees - making you long to climb into his lap “I don’t know who told you I can sing... but they were exaggerating... I can scream my lyrics in my less than an octave range.”

“But you are the frontman, you play and sing lead, right??”

“That’s only until we can get Gareth a better mic set up - he’s got a great voice - like an angel.”

“I still want to hear you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded. “c’mon”

“You know what? I think I like this bossy side of you. Is this what happens when you loosen up a bit, you order people around?” Eddie smirked. “It makes me want to do whatever you say.”

“Really?” You asked, your mind reeling at the impossibilities.

“Yes.” Eddie’s tongue rolled over one canine tooth. He pointed at you. “Don’t use your power over me for evil.”

You may have gasped. Just a little.

“Or do.” Eddie scootched closer and his knee touched yours. “Just don’t get me in trouble.”

“Show me what you wear on stage.” You said. Well... demanded.

“It’s not that different than this...” He gestured down at his ripped jeans and his Anthrax T shirt under his gray hoodie. “No corpse paint, no tight leather - we’re thrash - more substance than style. Noooo, don’t look at me all disappointed...I’m just not fancy.” He rubbed his hands over his face.

“I’m not disappointed, i just really doubt you play your fancy red crackle finish guitar... in a gray sweatshirt.”

“Okay, I wear a tank top or something cropped because it’s hot as balls on stage and I pull my hair back sometimes or put my bandana on to keep the sweat from dripping in my eyes, that’s the sum total effort I put in okay? you don’t Really want to hear about me sweating my ass off, right?? Grossing you out, right?”

“No. are you gonna show me or not.”

“Yes. mistress, if you take that tone I guess I must.” Eddie slapped his thighs and stood, “Be right back.” He turned half way down the hall. “If you laugh, you gotta go. You’ll be out that door, high or not.”

He shook his head as he retreated down the hallway and then in a few minutes he emerged with his hair up in a loose bun.

He did a slow awkward turn for you. He was in a scissor cropped Megadeth shirt, with his pretty red guitar unfortunately, blocking your view of his stomach. As he turned you could ogle the curve of his back - see how his underwear - probably cotton boxers - were visible just above his jeans and belt.

“See.... not much to write home about. Functional, though. Practical.” He shrugged.

“You look hot.” you said. without thinking.

Eddie gave you an assessing look. “That’s probably the ganja talking. Or did you mean I look overheated, because yeah, it’s a little warm in the trailer but...”

For some reason this made you furious. “No. You look fucking hot, Eddie! You always look hot and I’m not fucking high. C’mere.”

His eyes went wide, he unslung his guitar and leaned it gently against a chair. “Okay... mistress.” He jumped over the coffee table and sat at the edge of the couch - leaning forward. Leaning towards you - at attention. “Any other demands?” he wasn’t being sarcastic though...

“At shows, you should crop your shirts higher, you should go commando under your jeans “ you snapped the elastic of his underwear. “…and you should not invite me over when no one else is around because apparently I go a little haywire when we are alone together.”

Eddie leaned in and kissed you. A kiss like spun sugar, ephemeral, impossibly sweet, and over too soon.

“I go a little haywire when you are near me too.” He said.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 24 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-It always takes you a little while to shake off the haze when you wake. However, this morning, you are instantly aware that you are being filled. You try to move, but unyielding arms tighten around you, holding you fast. “Good morning, beautiful,” John greets with the gravel of sleep in his throat, nuzzling at the shell of your ear with his nose.

Stuffed full with his morning wood, your pussy pulses around his thick, velvety hard flesh inside you. You make a sound, not sure if you are whining for mercy, or more.

“John…”

“I woke up to this sweet, wet little hole just begging for my cock,” he grumbles in your ear.

Yet, he does not move, and it is driving you mad.

Of course you went to bed wet, because your body has not been allowed any form of reprieve, no chance to regroup or recover. You feel like you’ve been living in this agony for ages.

You strain against him, hungry to feel him move inside you. To feel him do something besides just fill you quietly, taunting you with his glorious girth.

“Want to do something about it?” you grouse, trying to move your hips against him, but you don’t have the right leverage at all.

“Maybe.” He kisses the back of your neck, his lips like a brand upon your skin. “I feel like you pulled a trick on me last night.”

“Gave you a blowjob and put you to bed? Behold, my nefarious scheme…”

You feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest pressed against your back.  “Hmm. Little witch. Be still. I don’t think I’m ready to wake up yet. Want to stay like this for a while…”

The keening sound of frustration that escapes you is barely human.

“Unless there’s something you’d like to say to me? Otherwise, you can just…keep this warm.”

You breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth, determined not to let him win. You lay very still….but there is no pretending there is not a big dick deep inside your weeping cunt. You whine again, and he kisses your neck this time.

“You know the magic words, kitten.”

Say you’re mine.

“Don’t you know torture yields unreliable intelligence?”

“Hmm. Not in my experience.” 

You pause as you realize he used to work for the Russian mafiya, and he probably really has pulled out someone's fingernails or some shit before. 

He reads the way you pause, sensing the change. 

“It was never really my forte,” he tries to explain away. “I didn't have the patience.” 

That, you almost believe. 

He remains still inside you, the seconds ticking away in heartbeats. Your body betrays you, just fucking refusing to settle down. He teases you until you could almost scream.

You squeeze your inner muscles as hard as you can, winning a strained groan from behind you. “Those are some fucking kegels you’ve got there, kid.”

“They feel even better if you move.”

“Hmm.”

His hand trails down, dipping into your curls, exploring your slit while avoiding your clit all the while. “So wet for me. I’d like to make you cum, kitten. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“Be my guest,” you grind out between gritted teeth.  

God, if he would just give you one hard touch on your clit you think you will explode. You are that turned on. You have never felt anything like this before, with anyone. And it’s not just that no one ever thought to treat you this way. It’s…him. You know it’s him, your feelings for him, your chemistry together that could burn down the world, if he would stop being so fucking weird about this mine thing.

Because you are not a thing to be owned. You are not a sofa, or a set of dishes. You belong to no one but yourself.

He does touch your clit then, just a feather light caress with the tip of his finger.

You do scream, and he swallows the sound with his mouth on yours. Suddenly you are flipped on your belly, your ass in the air with his cock buried inside you. He gives your round rear-end a smack that makes you jump. It doesn’t really hurt you, but it stings. Your reaction makes him groan, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.  

“Do you know how many times I thought about ambushing you in the early morning in the coffee house, when it was still dark outside, and no one was there but you?” he asks as he withdraws, hovering so just his tip kisses your entrance. “I watched you fuss around behind the counter, listening to your music, oblivious to me. I fantasized about grabbing you up and ruining you on the countertop to the smell of the first pot of vanilla roast brewing.”

You blink, not sure where this is coming from at a time like this.

He was watching you. The whole time, he was watching. It should freak you out more than it does, but after everything that’s happened…the thought just inspires an uneasy warmth in to spread in your belly.

“I usually kept the doors locked before opening,” you offer weakly.

He snorts at that. “Wouldn’t have stopped me from getting to you.” He drives himself inside you, and you cannot help but flinch, your face shoved into the pillow. He is kinder with his next thrusts, but no less determined. “Cum with me, baby,” he demands again. “You’ve always been mine. Before you even knew it, you belonged to me.”

You want to. God, do you want to, but you’re not willing to pay this devil’s price for it. You are so grateful for the surge of anger that swells in your breast.

“You’re just a bully,” you snarl. “Maybe you’re bigger than me and meaner than me, and you can keep me here as long as you want, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I’m not a fucking coffee maker or a couch or a stereo. The only way you’ll ever truly own a piece of my heart is to have the courage to ask for it openly, with the freedom to let me stay or leave.”

He freezes, his cock buried inside you to the hilt, his fingertips digging into your hips. “Is there a chance in hell you would stay with me, after what you’ve seen?” After what I’ve done to you? hangs unsaid in the air.

Your pause is too long, and you know you fucked up by not answering him immediately. This would have been a great time to tell him a lie. You guess he’s conditioned you against it though. You’ll tell him the truth, even if it hurts you.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarls, and with three thrusts he finishes savagely inside you.

There is no snuggling afterwards. He leaves you cold and alone in the big bed, retreating to the bathroom with a slam of the door.

For the umpteenth time you think to yourself, you are so fucked.

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20 points to your House if you spotted the Jane Eyre reference...🥰

[wol-fica]

I got a request.

G!P reader is a MASSIVE bottom and is absolutely terrified of having sex for the first time. Jenna guides her through it by constantly praising her and making her as comfortable as possible by being very gentle, putting R's pleasure as her no.1 priority. R has an intense orgasm and jenna provides her and aftercare and praise, telling her how great she was and that she's very proud of her.

summary - ^ (so fucking cute)

an - buffalo chicken dip = god tier

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“I dunno…” You mumbled, leg bouncing up and down from your nerves.

You were seated on the bed, your girlfriend next to you with her fingers wound into your hair. She had brought you in here about ten minutes ago, just after you both had an intense make out session on the couch that got you both extremely worked up.

Only problem was, you’ve never had sex.

“Why not baby?” Jenna asked, scratching your scalp with her nails, “Do you…not want to have sex with me…?”

You sighed, leaning over to press a loving kiss to her jaw. She smiled, humming when you pulled her to sit in your lap. Your eyes found hers, full of warmth and love for you. Her hands came up to cup your face, pulling you into a sweet kiss. You recuperated it, giggling when she licked your top lip as she pulled away.

“I want to Jenna, I do…but…” You said, not sure how to explain.

“But?” She caressed your jaw, trying to coax you to speak your mind.

“I’ve just…never done it with anyone before…” You cringed, tearing your eyes away from hers to stare at the ground in embarrassment.

It was quiet, too quiet. The air felt chilly and like it was stinging your skin, causing goosebumps to rise everywhere. You felt vulnerable, exposed to the brown eyes burrowing into the side of your skull.

“Awh babe…” Jenna cooed, thumbs rubbing your cheeks, “You should’ve just said that.”

You turned back to her gaze, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She giggled at you, kissing your forehead.

“If you’re comfortable,” She started, sounding timid, “I can teach you..?”

You blushed madly, a warm feeling pooling in your lower stomach from her words. Not sure of how your voice would sound if you spoke, you gulped and nodded slowly, meeting her adoring gaze.

“You sure?” She asked, her hands trailing down to your shoulders when you nodded again, “Okay, let’s get you over there.”

She helped you move up to lean against the headboard, pecking your cheek before reaching for the hem of your shirt. You both had been naked in front of each other before, with changing or taking showers together, you both had seen every inch of one another’s skin.

She tossed your shirt aside, mumbling about how beautiful you were before pulling her own shirt off. She reached around to unclasp her bra, letting it fall and be thrown to the ground. You stared shamelessly, your mouth dropping at the sight of her breasts.

See, due to the fact you have never had sex with anyone before, Jenna would have to resort to taking care of herself on her own. Usually she would just let you know she would need some time alone, and would just lock the bedroom door and relieve herself.

Unbeknownst to her though, you would hear every moan and wet squelch of her fingers deep in her pussy, causing you to get red in the face and hard down below. Masturbating wasn’t foreign to you, as hearing your girlfriend fuck herself made you feel very aroused, so you in return would go to the restroom to jack off while she finished up in the bedroom.

It was a weird parallel that you were unsure if Jenna even knew about, but you didn’t really worry about it. It was more comfortable and much easier for you to just masturbate when you needed to, and you knew your girlfriend wouldn’t have any problem with it.

“Pretty girl~.” Jenna whispered, cupping your face to get your attention, “Are you still with me?”

You turned your focus back to her, realizing that you were both fully naked. Your cock was rock hard, standing at its full seven inches against your stomach. Jenna was watching you, patient and calm for your response.

“Y-Yeah…I’m here…” You mumbled, hands sweaty at your side, “I..u-uhm…”

“Shhh it’s alright.” She murmured, taking your hands and placing them on her hips, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You gulped, watching her hand reach for your cock. As soon as she touched you, a sigh passed your lips. Her hands were soft and warm, her touch so delicate and curious it had your eyes rolling. She stroked you softly, her thumb rolling over your slit every time she made it to your tip.

You panted quietly as she jerked you off, your eye widening when she lowered her head towards you. Her lips parted, tongue sliding out to lick a stripe up your slit. Your jaw dropped at that, eyes rolling back when she took your head into her mouth, her lips wrapping around you to form a suck.

“A-ah…f-fuck…” You stuttered, hands finding closure in her hair, “That f-feels..s-so good..”

Jenna hummed around you, taking the last couple inches down her throat. You moaned loudly, head thrown back while she deep throated you. Loud slurping noises filled the room, making your heart thump faster and your cock to throb harder.

“B-baby!” You whined, trying to pull her back in when she took her mouth off of you.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna ride you.” She purred into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek while she positioned herself above you, “I want you to watch.”

You looked down, eyes widening at the sight of her dragging your head through her folds. Her clit was puffy and red, pulsing rhythmically. She pressed her lips to yours, distracting you from her actions before she sunk down a few inches. You pulled away from her to moan her name, the tightness of her walls causing eruptions of sensitivity to flow through you.

Her warmth enveloped you, taking you in inch by inch until her hips were flush with yours. She sighed in contentment, a smile of satisfaction making its way onto her face. You breathed heavily below her, hips twitching and humping at the squeeze of her velvety walls.

“You doing okay beautiful?” Jenna asked gently, caressing your jaw, “Do we need to stop?”

“No…I’m good…” You breathed, giving her waist an encouraging squeeze, “You can move.”

She nodded, and slowly lifted her hips. You could feel the drag, and how soaked she was, and before you knew it, she was slamming herself back down onto you.

You yelped at the action, your eyes trained in on how your cock disappeared and reappeared with each bounce of her hips. Pathetic moans slipped past your lips, Jenna responding with rocking her hips harder.

“So good…so responsive…” She cooed, grinding her hips down into yours.

You sobbed from the pleasure, a large knot forming in your lower belly. The feeling was familiar, but far too large to call understandable. Jenna moaned from above, seemingly orgasming when a huge gush of wetness came from her, and she suddenly became extremely tight.

You cried out, feeling the knot get larger and tighter as the seconds progressed. Jenna kept on riding you, staring down at you while she helped you reach your breaking point.

“FUCK!” You screamed, white flashing in your eyes when you orgasm hit you.

You felt Jenna’s hips still, her soft pussy clenching down on you to elongate your release. You came hard, your cum pumping deep into your girlfriend’s cunt while you humped pathetically below her. With a whine of her name, you went limp on the bed, your orgasm washing through and taking away all of your energy.

Your eyes fell shut, breathing hard and fast as Jenna got off of you. You could vaguely hear her moving around, but your brain felt foggy and distant from what was happening around you. A warm cloth on your forehead got your sense back, your eyes reopening to see Jenna leaning over you with a comforting smile on her face.

“Hi baby~.” She murmured, kissing your lips softly while you just stared at her with curious eyes, “Feeling okay?”

You nodded, smiling when she set the cloth aside and got back into bed with you. She pulled you in close, tucking your head under her chin to rest on her chest while her legs tangled with yours.

“You did so well.” Jenna praised, laying a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m so impressed.”

You purred deeply, wrapping your arms tight around her waist and snuggling into her tanned skin. She cradled your head, peppering your scalp with little kisses that made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“Thanks Jenna…” You mumbled, pressing your lips to her collarbone, “I love you…”

“I love you too, my amazing girl.”

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[ronearoundblindly]

Sneak Peek 💜💚💜

frat boy! Ari Levinson x college student!Reader

At a party with your boyfriend when things aren't going well between you, your old classmate--the notorious jock and man-whore, Ari--catches you in a weak moment...

Warnings for drinking/partying but not much else in this bit. (That might be a terrible summary for this excerpt but I made there too much going on to explain succinctly. My bad.) WC 720

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to hold your hand, but it doesn’t matter. He walks ahead of you a few feet to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver farther in than the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies two years ago, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her top half covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone below him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved since your freshman year at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts for you to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs with no room to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either.

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets pulled off for the next partnered game.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You took a detour to dump your cup in crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a ‘no, thank you’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

He wouldn’t drug himself with anything, you imagine, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

Ari smiles softly.

“Where’s what’s-his-face?” He scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as Ari takes another swig of soda, his pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw back, and keep your guess silent. Perhaps knuckle deep in the toilet?

Ari contemplates for a moment. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Poor bandana girl. That’s a little harsh to be fobbed off so soon.

“So—”Ari elbows you gently “—how you been, smartie-pants?”

A/N: I cannot express to you the sheer amount of internal screaming I have done while writing this. He's...he's too...uhhhh my gawdddddd. He's too beautiful.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[popcornforone]

Make Me A Match

Day 15 of Pedrotober (The Materialist Prompt)

Masterlist

Well I don’t think he has a name yet (it was rumoured it was Randy, Rocco or Ricky) but that didn’t stop the few shots we got from this filming taking over our feeds for a few days in the spring did it. We were fed well.

Synopsis:- Your morning wake up is anything but slow.

Word Count:-800

Warning over & above:- anal sex, not exclusive relationship, piv sex,mentions of oral female receiving, older gentleman, lying, swearing(I’m sure I am doing this man a disservice & his character won’t be like this at all but you know)

Thanks for the read peoples. Remember to check out everyone else doing pedrotober thanks to @alyssamariag & @norththelemon

“Fuck oooh fuck” you moan. Your arse taking a pounding as he thrusts deeper inside you. You didn’t pull the curtains last night when you went to bed. Those two huge bunches of roses meant you didn’t even get to cook dinner. He’d been out of town for a while, & now he was back to seduce & win you over. He knows you’re not exclusive, but every time he comes around you remember you prefer a man, not a boy who thinks he can.

Your bed was still sticky with sweat & sex when his alarm went off at 5am but he was clever he set an early alarm to get more you time before he left. Morning kisses around your neck lead onto him eating out your pussy before turning you over. You’re on your front head buried into to the pillow as he has his legs either side of you claiming your arse. Your moans fill the room.

“God baby so tight, so fucking tight” he growls & is now balls deep, he’s gonna cum soon. Your skin red from where he’s been gripping, your own fingers pleasuring your clit to make sure you cum as well.

“Please baby please”

“Fuck darling ooooh fuck” he whines & fills your arse up & that sensation means you let go. Your cum seeping out of your sex as he withdraws his cock from your arse. You collapse onto the bed. He lies next to you & you both turn to your side panting & breathless. The way his lips feel on yours has you blushing even more. How can a man look that soft after he’s just been so dirty & feral at 5am. He smiles softly as the orange glow of the sun rise creeps across you giving you even more of a morning glow.

“You always look so cute when your freshly fucked in the morning” his squinting form the sun warms your heart.

“& your so sexy when you tell me how cute I am” your run your hand through his hair & giggle. “But do you have to leave?” You whimper.

“A multi billion dollar business can’t run itself baby”

“But can’t you do it from bed?”

“Only if you say you’ll be mine, & no one else’s.” You pause. Your job as a match maker means you try to never be exclusive just to prove there’s lots of different types for people. You sigh & go to explain but then you see the roses behind him & smile. You know you’re just lying to yourself if you say no.

“Yea, I think I am yours, I just think I’ve been kidding myself for so long.”

He rolls on top of you, the kiss deep & long, his erection pushing into your belly. You moan & your legs part. Desperate for his affection despite having only finished your last session moments ago

“Match maker, match maker, make me a match…” he sings. “Who’s have thought I’d have ended up matching with the woman I paid to help me match with others”

“Not me old man,” you giggle.”but your exactly what I need baby &….oooooh fuck” in he slips his penis, your pussy filled in an instant, clamping around it hard.

“Fuck baby don’t make me cum already”both his hands start roaming your body as you both thrust.

“You got this handsome”

Moans fill the room for the next half an hour, you’ve never had such intimate sex as this. Clamping constantly as he drags against you, your special spot bring hit every time. Your clit will never be neglected again. He’s so sensitive & and romantic when he wants to be. He is the man you’ve always needed. As you both cum, stars fill the air & he moans as loud as you.

A couple of hours later you sit up after a short nap, still naked in your bed, the sun now completely up. He’s showered, put on his nice brown shirt & snazzy jacket he got from Milan & his smart jeans. His hair perfectly in place. No one in the outside world will realise how passionate he has been. How he likes to fuck his girlfriend in the arse each morning he’s here. He will just be like any other ceo in the city.

He leans next to the vase & picks out 2 roses, putting one in his jacket pocket & traces the other up over your still naked breasts, up your neck & over your face, placing it behind your ear.

“You’re more beautiful than ever baby”he whispers before kissing your lips.

“That’s because I found me a match, & I’m not gonna let him go”

[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 // Fic Masterlist

Ship: Feyre x Rhys x Ruhn

Summary: Prideful as it made her seem, Feyre had never been the type of girl to go around begging for help. Knowing her unexpected pregnancy would upend her life in a way there was no bouncing back from, she allows herself to accept the hand extended. The problem? Just as she starts to build a relationship with Rhys, her one night stand comes waltzing back into her life in a way she never expected. Seeing what that one night led to, he has no intention of walking away a second time.

AN: If you aren’t into poly fic or ddlg this probably isn’t a fic you’ll enjoy.

CW: Smut, double penetration

Chapter II

Feyre

It was ridiculous, unreasonable, childish. So why couldn’t she suppress the foolish behavior. She had plenty to do to occupy her day since Nyx had been born, so she was hardly left to boredom. Ruhn was constantly spoiling her, giving her all the attention she could need. But there was still an unmistakable empty spot with so much of Rhys’ time being taken by trouble at work.

It wasn’t his fault of course. A dozen small problems had made themselves known all at once, long buried by his father before Rhys inherited the company. Two weeks ago he’d explained the final nail in the coffin was a hacked server. It had left some major fires to put out, consuming most of Rhys free time.

It had been okay at first. While he’d come to bed late and wake before her, he still took little breaks to tend to her and Nyx. But that had been before the hack and while he’d told her things were almost in order a few days ago, her patience had worn thin. Childish indeed. Shaking her head, she turned to the cutting board to finish the dinner prep.

When the tip of her thumb almost joined the pile of potatoes she felt the knife being pried from her hand, a gentle kiss pressed to her cheek, Ruhn’s smoky musk washing over her. “Go see him.”

“He’s busy.”

“Not too busy for you, princess. You’ve been so sweet, trying to wait, but none of us thought things would take this long to clear up. Go on.”

Chewing her lip, she made her way down the hall, lingering outside the cracked door to make sure Rhys wasn’t on a call. He turned his chair the moment she was through the door. “Hey, you.”

“Hi.” He frowned, clearly noticing the nerves lacing that one little word. “I just wanted to see you a minute. Then I’ll go.”

His face softened and he extended a hand. “C’mere.”

“I’m sorry. You’re working and—”

“Now, Feyre.” She hurried over with the harder edge tracing her name, curling into  his lap, head tucked under his chin. Surrounded by his scent, she melted against him. Rhys sighed. “I’ve been neglecting my little girl, haven’t I? Barely touched you, trying to fix someone else’s mistake. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay,” she mumbled. “I’ll leave in just a minute.”

His arms tightened around her ever so slightly. “You’re going to stay right here, darling. I’ve just got a couple of emails left and then we’re going to go eat dinner together. And then, little girl, I’m going to take you to bed. Properly.”

A shiver ran down her spine at that. And while it was a better outcome than she’d dared hope for, she still found herself pushing her limits. “Do I have to wait that long?”

He chuckled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I made a promise I’d finish this tonight, pet. But maybe if you’re a good girl and sit very still we can reach an ultimatum.” She furrowed her brow and he smiled again. “Strip your pants, darling. You can sit on Daddy’s cock for a while.” Her mouth popped open for a minute, but she hurried to obey before clambering back onto his lap. “Sweet little girl.” He handed her a stuffed bunny he kept at the edge of his desk for moments like this when she was needy while he had to work from home. “For if you get restless.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“So well mannered, our girl. You’re very welcome.” Unbuckling his belt, he freed his cock from his pants and gently began lowering her onto him, the stretch making her whimper, not having been prepared. “Precious girl. So good for me.” Fully seated, she clenched down hard, panting against his neck. “Fuck.”

He shook his head, turning back to his email, only pausing long enough to stroke her hair when she whined. She really tried to keep from moving. She knew his work was important, but she was so full and needy. And he had to know little girls couldn’t always control themselves. He had to.

“Unfair,” she pouted when he reached to still her hips. Just a little friction—

“You agreed to the rules, sweetheart. Now hold still.” 

She scowled, displeased with his response. She knew what she should have done. Sucked on her bunny or asked to get up so she could eliminate the issue. She knew it was wrong to act out when her daddy was making rules that allowed him to finish his work. But that didn’t stop her from leaning forward and biting him above the collar. Not a teasing little nip, either.

He grunted, shocked by the bratty impulse when she’d been so good the last few months. He wasn’t angry with her. Her daddies never showed her anger or violence. But the disappointment in his eyes was just as awful. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t know—”

“You know better than to bite, little girl,” he scolded, lifting her off of his lap and setting her back on her own feet. She knew what was coming, but it still stung when he pointed to her established time out corner. “Nose in the corner, on your knees. I’ll deal with you in a moment.” She sniffled, wanting to argue again. “Feyre, corner, now.”

He confiscated the stuffy from her hands before jerking his head to get her moving. So she sat and waited, with only Rhys’ steady keystroke to break the cold silence. Tears were running down her face by the time she heard Ruhn approaching, likely to tell them dinner was on the table. She dared glance over her shoulder—found him looking between her and the prominent teeth marks on Rhys’ neck, almost bemused—and promptly turned back to the wall.

“Do I want to know?” “I gave Feyre an order she didn’t like and she decided to use her teeth instead of her words. There are consequences for poor behavior. She was being a good girl for so long it seems she’s forgotten that.” He sighed and Feyre heard the vent die out in his computer. She turned to look over her shoulder again, biting her lip when she found he was already watching her, head cocked to the side, his readers folded and tapping against his thigh as he contemplated the situation. “Let’s get you cleaned up and to the table, darling. We’re going to try this again.”

Feyre wrung her fingers in her lap. “Try again?”

“You’re going to sit on my cock while I feed you. If you can make it through the meal without squirming or rushing things then you won’t have to go to bed without an orgasm.”

She whimpered, hurrying for the table. “Mean bastard,” she heard Ruhn mutter. 

“Are you encouraging biting now?”

“She was being a brat because you’ve barely come out of that office the past two weeks. The first time you’ve got your cock inside her and you made her sit there. I’d want to bite you too.”

“I know. It’s the only reason she isn’t already over my knee.”

Feyre tried to pretend she wasn’t eavesdropping, sliding into her usual seat still half naked. “No,” Rhys told her. “I know you heard how this is going to work the first time I said it. Maybe with your mouth occupied you’ll be better behaved.”

She was hunched over the table when he slid into her that time, settling in his chair and pulling her down with him. She was still restless, softly kicking her legs under the table, but the food was a reasonable distraction. And Feyre liked when one of them fed her. Sometimes she just needed a little show of their love for her. Feeding her a meal or giving her a bath. This she could tolerate.

Or she thought she could.

She wasn’t prepared to feel Rhys playing with her clit in the middle of his conversation with Ruhn. “Settle down, pet.”

“I can’t,” she whined.

“You will,” he murmured in her ear. “Deep breaths. You don’t have to be a big girl right now, sweetheart. You just have to relax for Daddy.” 

She tried. Tried to take the steady torture his fingers were delivering, but even with her most trusted method of self soothing it was a hopeless fight. Feyre was just grateful he allowed the attempt. Gracious, considering the bruise blooming on his neck. Ever since he’d first given her his fingers to suck to put her in her little headspace her soothing had been oral.

So his fingers kept moving and he kept humoring her, tilting his head to accept the kitten licks beneath his ear, the nibbling at his jaw and her suckling at his throat. And when she reached for the hand that wasn’t between her legs he didn’t hesitate to abandon his drink on the table, pushing two fingers down on her tongue and sliding back until she gagged around them, a soft groan of approval tripping from his lips.

That’s what sent her over the edge. ~~~~~

Rhys

That was where he wanted her. Not overthinking, not fighting her desires. Caught in that delicate place where her trust in them was her only anchor. Inhibitions forgotten. “I’ve missed this so damn much,” he growled, not quite speaking to either of them directly. Though she was still drawing on his fingers, he slowly pulled them back from her mouth, his other hand stilling between her legs. She mewled, a few garbled words her only protest before she was soothed by a gentle kiss to her brow and the warmth of his body when he lifted her in his arms.

He was halfway to the bedroom before he noticed Ruhn hanging back. “Everything good?”

“You haven’t had much time with her lately. I figured—”

“Don’t be an idiot. You took care of our girl when things were crumbling on all sides for me. Picked up my slack. It doesn’t have to be some perfect balance. She needs both of us.”

Ruhn smiled. “I’m right behind you.” 

Even with Rhys being so occupied with work, the group hadn’t made any changes when it came to their sleeping arrangement. Feyre had quickly come to prefer sleeping in Rhys’ bed, so when Ruhn had finally moved in with them it’s where they’d all landed themselves, their sweet little girl always sleeping right in the middle. 

Feyre was pawing at his clothes before he even made it to the bed, managing to undo half the buttons on his shirt with her mouth attached to his. “Poor little girl,” he cooed. “All this work, I haven’t played with you, have I?” he repeated his earlier worries. “So needy now. I’m very proud of you for coming to me when you needed attention, darling.”

She shot a nervous look in Ruhn’s direction, biting her lip. Of course Rhys knew it took a bit of prompting from their partner for her to see she mattered more than work. It was a long term struggle, showing her she was a priority to them. But she didn’t need to know Rhys was in on tonight’s little secret.

“Yes, Daddy,” she finally whispered. 

He pressed a soft kiss to her brow before bringing his attention back to the removal of their clothing. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her along before reclining against the headboard. “Let’s get you back where you belong.” She shivered again, watching him guide her down onto his length before letting her drop her own weight to take the last inch of him. “Good girl. Just like that,” he praised, gripping her hips to encourage her to start a steady rhythm over him, slow enough to build her up little by little. She started to move on her own and he released her, raising his hands to her face to pull her down into a soft kiss, his tongue sweeping out to tease hers. 

He’d never tire of the taste of her. He heard Ruhn curse from the end of the bed before the mattress dipped and Ruhn’s hands came around to cup Feyre’s breasts, thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples. Her head dropped down and she whined into his neck, her steady pace stuttering enough that Rhys found himself reaching to take control again. 

She clenched around him with every stroke, nails biting into his shoulders. “You’re alright, darling. Don’t fight it.” The next time she sank down Rhys held her in place, watching her break the moment Ruhn reached down to tease her clit. Rhys raised his arms enough to wrap around her middle and hold her against him more securely as he shifted to his knees, stroking her hair to soothe her through the last waves of it.

He was painfully hard inside of her, but suppressed the urge as best he could, watching Ruhn start to prep her to take them both. She was always so compliant when they managed to pull her into this headspace, so he was careful to watch for any sign of discomfort beyond her typical squeamishness while Ruhn worked her open from his position behind her. 

She’d complained when they first started training her to take plugs, but they’d seen right through her protests, prepping her to take either one of them. She moaned as Ruhn finally pushed into her, looking that much smaller pressed between them. “Oh.”

“That’s it, princess.”

They started out slow, alternating thrusts to let her adjust to the new sensation. “Full,” she mumbled. “Too full.” 

They paused for a moment, a quick check in enough to tell them she wasn’t in pain. “You’re doing so well,” Rhys praised her, kissing her cheek. “Here, just lean against me. It’ll just be Ruhn moving for a minute, alright?”

Feyre nodded, letting them take her weight between them again. “Good girl,” Ruhn whispered, rocking into her slowly until the tension drained from her body. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, lips clumsily dragging over Rhys’ collar bone. “You can—” 

Her head tipped back, a ragged moan replacing her words as he resumed his leisurely rhythm. A few more strokes, building their pace and she clenched down tight enough he nearly spilled inside of her. A glance over her shoulder told him Ruhn wasn’t much better off. “Come for us, darling. You can do it.” She shook her head. “One more,” he urged. “You don’t have to do a thing, Feyre. Just let go.” One more hard thrust from Ruhn and she wailed. Rhys grunted, barely holding steady when he finally spilled inside of her.

It took a long moment for Rhys and Ruhn to gather themselves enough to pull out of her and start her aftercare routine. Rhys made sure to soothe every whimper and whine with a soft kiss and whispered praise. Each tender touch accompanied by words of love as he bundled her in their softest blanket, offering little sips from one of the bottled waters Ruhn had brought for all of them.

It was a process, bringing her back to the right headspace after intense play, but she’d already been with one person who’d left her to crash after a scene. They weren’t willing to risk doing the same. Ruhn finally settled into the bed with them, peeling the blanket away just enough to kneel between her legs and clean the worst of the mess and offering Rhys another to do the same for himself. “Feeling better, princess?” he asked, starting to massage her feet and calves.

Whatever she was grumbling nearly unintelligible and Rhys doubted their partner could make out a word of it from the foot of the bed, but it was a start all the same. Tonight had been a lot. Not that they’d never pushed her. But with Rhys so distant the past few weeks and Nyx in the worst of his colic, things had certainly been different.

They all talked quietly for a few moments longer, but once they were certain she was back to her usual self, they’d straightened the sheets and blankets to tuck Feyre into bed, despite her protests of it being too early to go to sleep. 

They’d let her out of the bed just long enough to brush her teeth and check in on the baby be for quelling her growning argument and tucking her in with her stuffie and a few kisses. Curled up between them, she drifted off in no time.

“I should have known it would be too much. My priorities—”

“She understands, Rhys. We both do. Life can be shitty and what you had to do was important too. Maybe you were shoved into something you didn’t ask for with the company, but that doesn’t mean you want it to go down in flames.” Ruhn frowned. “That said, there are places you could benefit from help. I don’t just mean new hires.” 

“A merger.”

“We aren’t our parents, Rhys.”

“No,” he muttered, running the tip of his thumb across Feyre’s cheek bone. “No, we aren’t.” ~~~~~

Feyre

A pinch, heat, a slow stretching as she was filled up, little by little. A familiar piercing, scraping along tender flesh. She whimpered, kicking softly even as warm hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs to push her legs together. Tighten her up, she realized. She wriggled despite it, hearing Ruhn click his tongue, hands firm against her hips to keep her in place. “Fussy little thing,” he murmured from behind her. “Barely awake and thinks she knows what she needs.”

“Ruhn,” she whined. “Just—”

He shushed her softly, almost reminiscent of how he’d soothed her hesitations their first night together. He was gentle with her, one hand splaying across her stomach to lift her enough to wedge a pillow beneath her hips. 

“Who decides what you need, princess?” She grumbled something under her breath, just coherent enough Ruhn would be able to tell she was bratting him. A little zing of pain across one side of her ass knocked that right out of her. “That’s enough of that. Relax for me.” He started a slow grind against her, just enough friction to light that funny feeling low in her belly. Tilting his head, Ruhn pressed a soft kiss to the exposed line of her throat. “There’s my sweet girl. So pretty like this, down on your tummy, stuffed full of my cock.”

Feyre choked the next time he pushed in to the hilt, one hand flying to wrap around the wrist he’d braced beside her head, the other twisting in the blanket now bunched beneath her. She was wide awake now. And she needed more. The hand that remained on her waist tightened, stopping her from pushing back into him. “No, little one. We’re gonna go nice and slow this time.”  Feyre shivered, but didn’t relax as he’d expected her to. “I want to see you. Want to touch you.”

She could feel him smile against her shoulder. “Alright, princess.” They both groaned when he pulled out of her, but it only took a moment to get her on her back, her legs locking around his waist the moment he filled her again. “Never get enough of this. Of you,” he growled, his pace gradually rising. “My precious girl.” 

She could already feel herself spiraling before he reached down between them to rub her clit. “Ruhn.” “You’re alright, sweetheart. You can come.” 

For all the mounting pressure, her first orgasm came in a slow wave, sticky-sweet release rolling down her spine and leaving her limbs shaking. She moaned, gripping Ruhn’s shoulders tight as he worked her through it stroke by stroke. She cursed, the word sounding almost foreign on her tongue after so long bending to their rules to mind her language. 

He nipped her lip softly, but that was the only reprimand she received before he claimed her mouth as well, muting her soft whimpers as her first orgasm rolled into a second. Feyre squirmed beneath him when she realized he hadn’t come—that he was pushing her towards a third already.

Ruhn broke the kiss, sucking at her neck for a moment before acknowledging her distress. “Now, little one, you were so insistent you needed more than I was giving you when you woke up. Not so needy after all, hm?”

After nearly a year together Ruhn knew it didn’t take much to drive her to the point of being oversensitive. The roughness of his fingers on her clitoris, the steady drive he’d set, hitting her g-spot over and over. She sniffled.

But even as the tears started, they both knew the truth. Feyre wanted to be handled, needed to be pushed. She liked them a little mean. She needed to see that they could put her in her place without crossing her boundaries. 

She whined, making one last feeble effort to push at his shoulders. That’s when he snapped,  his next hard thrust deep enough she yelped, shivering when he finally gathered her wrists in one hand and dropped a little more of his weight onto her, immobilizing her in seconds. “Enough, little  one.” His voice softened a bit. “Enough. I know it’s hard to take, princess. But it’s what we both need right now.”

“It hurts,” she pouted.

“Does it hurt too much to play, or just feel like you can’t take more?”

He was rolling his hips again, already knowing the answer. “Just lay back, sweetheart. Take what you’re given. You know I know your limits. We aren’t even close to pushing them.” 

She sniffled again, but melted beneath him, letting him lift her ankles over his shoulders to keep her open to him. “That’s my sweet girl. Not so hard to listen to Daddy, is it?”

“No, Daddy. I’ll listen.”

“Good girl.” He groaned, parting her lower lips  and watching where they were joined. “Tight little pussy,” he murmured. “Petty and pink. I’ve been thinking about how you’d look taking the both of us here.” 

She shook her head frantically, trying and failing to find the strength to push up on her elbows. She felt anything but stable with the lower half of her body already elevated, and she had no choice but to lay back and let his words wash over her. It did nothing to help the almost painful throbbing between her legs.

“Ruhn, please.”

“Take you nice and slow,” he crooned, one hand wrapping around her throat. “Tease you a while. Use this pretty little cunt till we know it takes.” She sobbed. “Would you like that, Feyre? Want us to give our baby another  baby?” She shattered around him, nails biting into his forearm as his hand tightened around her neck ever so slightly. “That’s it. Good girl. Good girl, Feyre. Fuck.”

He grunted above her, the arm braced above her buckling as he filled her, circling his hips until she was a whimpering mess beneath him. And damn it, she wanted him to stay there. Tender as she was, with what he’d said to her just a moment before she didn’t want one bit to go to waste.

“Now that I could get used to seeing,” she heard from the doorway. Rhys. “Seems our girl has a breeding kink, hm?” 

Her skin went hot from the tips of her ears down her neck, biting back a gasp when Ruhn lowered her legs from his shoulders and back down to the bed, easing out of her. “S-so?”

“So, it’s one more thing to love about you. No better match, I’d say.” He scooped her up from the bed in one easy motion. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you a bath.”

She nuzzled into his neck. “Sore, Daddy.”

“I know, my love.” The hint of amusement in his voice told her he could see just how little sincerity the complaint held, but that didn’t stop him from peppering her skin with kisses and love bites on the way to the bathroom, their partner close behind.

Ruhn took her back long enough for Rhys to strip out of the casual outfit he’d put on to accomplish whatever morning task he’d needed to finish. Climbing into the massive tub after them, Rhys tucked her into his lap, encouraging her to melt against his chest before using a cup to wet down her hair and starting to work her shampoo into her scalp. She nearly moaned, tilting her head back further. 

“Sweet thing.” His hands slipped down, dropping the wash cloth over the edge of the tub to tease her breasts. She shivered. “We’ll get you cleaned up and fed. I brought in your favorite from that little bakery.”

Feyre tilted her head a bit, smiling when his mouth grazed the shell of her ear. “The chocolate ones?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, I love you, you know that?”

“Well, if I didn’t know sweets were the way to your heart before.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to her brow. “Let’s finish up, darling. We’ve got a fun day ahead of us.”

~~~~~

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Chill Out! - Matt Sturniolo x Reader

A Smutty One Shot by @bighitbabie

A/N: Please don’t take this too serious- I wrote it in one sitting after rewatching the hockey vlog and getting all sorts of worked up 😳 The hockeyplayer!au is almost completely irrelevant in this, but I was just eager to write and post something because it seemed like a lot of people were down for hockeyplayer!Matt and I wanted to share the love 😙 This wasn’t planned or edited AT ALL, so I’m sorry that it’s almost definitely rushed and choppy, but let me know what you think, and if you’d be interested in reading more like this!

(18+ content, please be mindful and make good choices!)

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As much as you loved Matt, there were times when you wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him until his whole entire brain was emptied and rebooted. His anxiety for this game had been building up for weeks, and it had become all he ever wanted to talk about. It made sense, of course. His team, the Boston Bruins, hadn’t made it to the Stanley cup finals in five years, and they hadn’t won in thirteen. You knew it was a lot of pressure, but you also knew you didn’t want to listen to him ranting the whole night. He hadn’t fucked you in three weeks, and you were starting to feel like you might as well take up the position of a nun in a catholic church if you had to go any longer without him. You were zoned out now, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking about how bad you needed his cock as he went on and on about everything his team needed to work on before their next game.

“Matt!” you cut him off suddenly, exasperated. He was pacing the room, having left you on the couch alone what felt like hours ago.

“Hmm?” He hummed, starting to chew on one of the only nails he had yet to destroy.

“Will you please come sit down, baby?” You whined, looking up at him with what was no doubt a pitifully desperate expression.

“Y/N…” He started, and you knew he was getting ready to explain to you that he didn’t have time to sit and relax when there was so much to consider and work out before the game.

“No, Matt! I’m so tired of this! I feel like my fucking hymen’s grown back, it’s been so long since you’ve fucked me!” You declared.

“I-“ He stuttered, clearing his throat. You could see his cheeks getting red, and you felt sorta bad for being so ridiculously blunt. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve just been really stressed.”

“I get it, babe, but can you please just try to forget the worries tonight? For me?” You asked, but before he could reply, you added, “Why don’t you sit back and let me suck you off, hmm?” It wasn’t quite as good as getting fucked, but any interaction with Matt’s dick would surely be enough to hold you over for a while.

Matt inhaled sharply, choking on his spit and coughing a few times. It always made you laugh, the way he was so shy about anything sexual. That was only until you got him calmed down and horny, though. Once he was in the right mindset, his mouth was so dirty that you were the one blushing.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, okay…” He said, sitting in the recliner near the couch. You smirked, standing up sauntering over before dropping to your knees in front of him. “Fuck baby, you’re so sexy, you know that?” He praises, unzipping and pulling his pants down to his ankles before kicking them off entirely. “I can’t think about anything else when you’re looking up at me like the little slut you are.” He says, starting to loosen up.

“That’s the whole point, baby.” You half-joked, pulling your hair up and using the tie around your wrist to secure it. “You need to stop thinking about this game for a little while and let me distract you. You deserve to lay back and be worshipped, not be pacing back and forth all stressed out.”

He groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as you ran your hands over his thighs. Usually you would tease him, but by now your mouth was already watering, so you yanked down his boxers and licked your lips before stroking him a few times and putting the tip of his still hardening cock in your mouth.

He gasped again, gripping the arms of the recliner. With him still in your mouth, you moved one of his hands to the back of your head, encouraging him to push you down. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking in the sight of his blissed out expression, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. You were so proud of yourself for how quickly you were able to get him mentally calmed down, and so physically worked up. It was easy to see that with every bob of your head up and down his length, he was slowly getting into the sexy dominant headspace you absolutely lived for.

“Fuck.” He moaned, opening his eyes and looking down at you. “You’re such a good fucking girl.” He grabbed your head, pushing it down and pulling it back in a rhythm that he fully determined. You had gone almost completely limp, letting him fuck your throat however he wanted. “I love you. You’re the only one who can ever calm me down, baby.”

You smirked, pulling off of him for a breath and a quick tease- “This is you ‘calmed down’, Daddy? I’d sure hate to see you worked up…”

Matt chuckled a bit, but roughly grabbed your head and pushed you down onto him again. “Yeah, yeah. Very funny. Why don’t you just shut up and let me use that mouth of yours for what it’s really good for?” It was a rhetorical question, seeing as he was already gagging you around him. He lifted his hips up the slightest bit at the same time he pushed your head down, and your eyes started watering.

“So fucking pretty.” He praised blissfully, bringing his other hand down to your face and wiping a tear with his thumb. “Can I cum down your throat, baby?”

It warmed your heart that even after being together as long as you had, he still always asked for your consent for everything. You tightened your lips, silently giving him the go-ahead, and he pushed your head down hard on him one last time as his cock throbbed and shot his cum down your throat. He kept you held down for a moment longer, then finally released you and tried to catch his breath. “Thank you, baby. I needed that.”

“I know, Daddy.” You told him, the tears on your face drying as you wiped the mixture of spit and cum off your lips with the back of your hand. “I always know.”

[nomoreusername]

Dangerously Close (Part 2)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:When you get to Right Arm, things seem different than what you know.

All Parts

The Right Arm camp wasn't bad. They had a few tents set up. Some were slightly open, showing something to cook with or medical tools or just basic things you would have in a room. Some had small pots and pans on makeshift stoves. Some had maps neatly folded or thrown about as if they had been used in a children's game of frisbee. To be honest, it was better than I could have ever predicted.

Maybe they don't suck as humans and up not being the downfall of millions this time? That would sure be nice, but I'm not putting money on it. I wouldn't be surprised if they got us all killed in two hours.

“It's a pain to put up and take down, but we're almost done doing that. We’re almost out of stops,”Sonya explained.

“What a wonderful way to live,”I said under my breath.

“It’s going to be a late night, but we're always prepared for that now, ever since someone named Teresa-”

Before she could finish her sentence Brenda collapsed on the ground. With her lips now completely blue and the way every other part of her was devoid of color, it was a shock she had lasted this long. Whether it was pleasant or not, that was up for debate. Not because I want her dead. I don't care about anyone to wish that on them.

Just because it probably sucks to see someone you love and care for in pain.

“Brenda?”Thomas asked, kneeling beside her. With their leader, a man named Vince, pushing him out of the way, we watched as he rolled up the ankles of her jeans, revealing a dark, far from healing, bite.

“Why did you bring her here!? She could ruin everything!”He yelled at Thomas. Feeling Aris’s eyes travel to me, I slightly moved away from the entire group, internally calculating how fast I would have to run to get out while I still had a beating heart.

“Please? I said I could help her,”He explained. False promises. Gotta love those.

“There's only one way to help her now,”He stated, clicking his shotgun and pointing it at the unconscious girl. Damn. He can't even wait for her to say some last words? Or talk to her friends? I thought that I was cold, but she's literally knocked out and going to die without ever knowing. Surely, he can wait?

“Stop! She deserves to say goodbye!”I demanded, putting myself in front of her.

“She's a Crank!”

“But she still has human in her right now! How would you like it if you didn't get to say goodbye before someone killed you!? You wouldn't, would you!?”

“You think you know better than me!?”

“No. I know I do. Your little group has more blood on their hands than almost anyone else. You're second on that list, and if you're going to add more, make it fair.”

“That was years ago. Things are different now,”He insisted.

“I'll believe it when I see it.”

“You are seeing it. Now move,”He ordered, glaring at me. With me glaring right back, we stared each other down until he cocked his gun again, tapping it against the dirt. Stepping around me, he walked over. Understanding that he wasn't going to hear me out (not shocking), I went to just leave. I've seen everything that I need to.

“Wait!? We can save her!”a woman screamed, making me turn around to see her shoving through him and standing in front of the girl. Putting the gun over his back, he repeated that she was infected.

“We have Thomas. We can save her,”She sort of clarified. With everyone glancing at him, we could see the discomfort from a mile away.

“If you're sure,”He agreed.

“I am,”She said firmly, picking her up and carrying her off while nodding her head for Thomas to follow. Delusional, kidnapped boy may have actually helped her. Who saw that coming?

“Y/N, go,”Aris suddenly urged, trying to push me forward.

“Y/N-”

“No,”I said firmly, digging my heels into the ground.

“Don't. I’ve got this handled.”

“Death is not handling it. Now you say something or I will,”He threatened.

“Fine,”I folded. “Do you have enough cure or whatever for two people?”I asked as three people carried the girl off.

“To be fair, I was going to leave. I just got a little distracted when you tried to shoot us with the big, shiny, pretty guns that you should let me have,”I explained, not caring to say anything else.

“You're one too?”Vince complained, his disdain for me far from hidden because of that look in his eyes. I knew all about that.

“You don't look infected,”He remarked.

I really don't appreciate your Crank discrimination,”I said, crossing my arms as I looked him up and down.

“You look fine,”He repeated.

“Yeah. I feel great too. Especially with this,”I deadpanned, showing my very much Crank infected torso. “You know what? You're right. I was never bitten and scratched. How silly of me.”

“Y/N-”

“Do we have enough for her?”He asked Mary.

“We do,”She nodded.

“Oh damn. I guess I can't shoot my brains out today,”I mumbled to myself, walking to some random tent.

I just hope she doesn't kill me (which may just be very probable because of five seconds ago). That would be a ridiculous way to go.

[author-chan06]

Remrom Trick or Treat!!

Hello, anon! I’m so glad to have a trick or treater, so I spun the wheel I’m using and… Treat it is! And for you I have a fic, filled with pining, supernatural creatures, found out secrets, and a happy ending! Pairing: Remrom/ Roman Sanders/Remus Sanders Wordcount: 2,848 A/N: This was supposed to be short. O-o What happened??? I think I just really lovedddd writing Fae Roman and doing world building and so… this happened. I hope you guys like this too, since I had way too much fun with it ahah Tws: Possessiveness, Codependency, Worry about being Abandoned or Hated, Implied and or Referenced Supernatural Bigotry and Hatred

Hidden Underneath

Summary: Roman gets turned into a fae, and struggles with the way this has changed him while trying to keep it from his brother who he is in love with and who makes his fae instincts go feral.

“Okay,” Roman whispers to himself, staring at the mirror and taking a deep breath, “I’ve got this. Everything will be fine. Remus has always been fine with the strange and absurd, and I’m his brother, it is not as if he will think me some kind of monster.”

Roman’s reflection shimmers as if covered in water or as if the mirror is mesmerized, something otherworldly peeking out from behind his eyes as he runs a hand over his skin and notices how any blemishes or scars or roughness that were there before have simply vanished, leaving him soft and kind of warm, as if he’s never even set foot in danger or as if he effortlessly glided through life without so much as a scratch. He remembers enough ridiculous dares to counter that though, and it just makes him panic even more, wondering how he’s going to explain this to anyone. And— 

Oh Hera, how is he even supposed to ever look away from the mirror when he looks like this? 

Truly, staring at himself is almost hypnotic now. His skin shines and his eyes seem to glow a stunning red. And he can almost hear music rising in his head. If he just presses his hand against the mirror, it would go through, he knows, the other fae would be there, and they could dance for years, they could shimmer and shine and play so many tricks on the humans nearby, he could be everything for millennium—

“Ro! I know you’re vain, but you’ve been ‘getting ready’ for like two hours, and if you don’t hurry, I’m throwing a molotov cocktail at the church!” 

Roman jolts, curses falling from his lips as he stumbles backwards— he only barely registers that they aren’t English curses as he turns to the door and glares at it. He quickly turns his words to English again to yell back, “I’m almost done! Remus, you promised no more fires this year! Don’t dishonor yourself, keep to your word and wait a minute!”

He takes another glimpse of himself in the mirror, and swallows as the call of the otherworld swells into something almost too much to resist— a Siren song that promises everlasting desires and excitement abounds, anything and everything and nothing and he wants it, he wants— But he rips himself away, dropping his eyes to the ground and swinging the door open.

Remus is standing outside, hand already curled around a bottle— though, Roman does note with relief, it is not a molotov— as he looks Roman up and down and his lips twist into a grin, “Looking good, Ro! Guess all that time wasn’t a total waste.” 

A glamor covers all his less human extremities and aura, and though it itches, Roman leaves it on, only letting some of the more just uncanny valley vibes be felt, just enough that he feels a bit off.

That sure is one way to explain this transformation, and all of the ways that it has affected him.

Roman sighs, and cocks his hip out, letting his hand sit there as he looks pointedly at the bottle, “We weren’t supposed to be drinking tonight.” 

Remus doesn’t know that Roman made that rule because he thinks it’ll be hard to explain his new found ability to drink five entire glasses of hard whiskey without as much as becoming tipsy or gaining one wobbly leg. But Roman has really been hoping he wouldn’t question it, since Roman has never been much of a drinker anyway— he was always quite the lightweight— He should have known that was a foolish hope.

“C’mon, Ro,” Remus whines, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulder, “Don’t be such a stick in the mud! It’s Halloween, don’t we deserve to let loose? It’s basically the supernatural’s holiday! Their fucking— their spooky type of fucking Christmas!” 

Roman tenses, but he doesn’t push him off, if anything he finds himself leaning into it, the scent of ocean and fire engulfing him at the same time that feelings of amusement excitement and something almost warm hot bubbling need want need slam into him, sliding under his skin and making him shiver.

He tries to ignore it, and to ignore the way that the touch feels different in a way that Roman cannot quite classify, in a way that’s hard to explain, in a way that’s inexplicably more.

Roman shakes himself and lets out a sigh, though it feels forced, “Even if that was true, that means nothing for you. You are not supernatural, Remus. And we still have school tomorrow. You will regret it when you are confused— yet again— about how you ended up face first in the forest with a pack of werewolves, and haven’t finished your homework.”

“Now I know you’re full of it,” Remus grins, “I don’t regret anything about that. Those guys— and the Enby one, oh fuck that one fucked fun— were my best lays of this decade, Ro-Bro!”

Roman swallows down the flash bang of anger that bursts across his skin, having to yank Remus closer— he starts walking to make up for it— to stop Remus from noticing the way his eyes flare, his teeth baring themselves as if to bite him into shutting up about them. The pull also has the added benefit of getting Remus closer to him— so everyone knows they’re together, he thinks sharply— though he didn’t do it with that in mind, and it’s ridiculous really. Roman has never been the jealous type; especially not with Remus. He didn’t have a need to be; ever.

But oh he feels it now, and he’s sure he’s projecting it as strong as the smell of Remus’ faux cologne.

If anyone nearby has a sense for supernatural elements then they definitely felt that sharp spike, and will probably still be able to sense the angry type of biting look away stay away mine mine mine that he can feel surrounding them as they make their way outside, and for once since the disaster that started this, Roman is glad that Remus hadn’t been involved; he isn’t sure how he would explain this strong urge to him without outing himself as having feelings that he knows he should not. Though he may have been drumming up the courage for that talk before, now… Now Roman is not quite so sure that is a good idea.

“Yes, they may have been good,” The growl in his throat is hard to talk around, and he suddenly has quite the admiration for other supernaturals who he knows from experience have learned to work around these limitations and use them to their advantage. “But it was not a good situation, do not kid yourself. One of their claws slashed through your sternum like tissue. I do not want to spend another after Halloween morning in the hospital, or urgent care.” It had been excruciating, terrifying, and of course the first thing that Remus had said when he’d woken up, cotton mouthed and stitched up:

“So, who cleaned me out? Cause I know there was a lot of cum, and I don’t feel it anymore, kinda a shame—” Roman’s pillow hit his face before he could say more and Remus laughed, coughing as doctors and nurses rushed in and glared at Roman.

He’d dropped the pillow, but he had never apologized. And Remus never asked him to either.

“Okay maybe it wasn’t a good night,” Remus finally concedes, his grin not faltering for a minute as he curls an arm around Roman’s waist and the night air hits their faces. The cold openness of the air tastes like salt and dry ice, and it’s strange, because he doesn’t exactly feel cold, nor does he start to shiver, or gain goosebumps, but he does feel the chill settle over his skin, forcing him to seek warmth in his brother's side, his skin a light warmth against Roman’s, his eyes a burning sensation against the chill. “But this is just some wine! No claws will be near my dick— or ribs— tonight!”

A vampire— one that looks kind of familiar but he finds that they’re too slippery to recognize, as if all of their colors and limbs are curling around themselves, their scent and look not distinguishable between the rest of the world, and that’s alarming, because he should know them, he should, the feeling of it is right on his tongue, but he cannot—  does a double take at them, and Roman narrows his eyes— panic and protective instincts surging in his chest and into his aura, until the supernatural ducks away, clearly deciding that whatever they want or need simply isn’t worth the risk of setting him off.

His breathing shutters, something terrifyingly satisfied rising in his chest that he tries to ignore as Remus continues to ramble at his side, “— If anything I’ll have some flippers around me if you know what I mean,” He wiggles his brows and Roman blinks, brows furrowing as he looks over at his brother.

“No, actually. I do not know what you mean.”

“Ro,” Remus practically deadpans, “That mermaid I’ve been flirting with for months now? You know the one that was in my Interpersonal Comm Class, and did that whole speech at the supernatural rights rally talking about how the school needed to have better ways for them to get around in water if they wanted or had some type of emergency; the one that you specifically called: A Cutiepie? You know, that one?”

Patton Hart, Roman remembers, his stomach twisting, because— yes, he had called him that, and he doesn’t even disagree now— Patton is objectively the sweetest creature on campus, and has light brown hair that matches his eyes, and a face that’s soft and round like mermaids often have, and he has seemingly never so much as had an argument with anyone about anything— but something about Patton is now unsettling, as if something underneath his skin is rebelling against the idea of Patton being just sweet without something wrong going on. As if he’s now inherently more suspicious than he was just a few days before.

The idea of Remus anywhere near Patton makes Roman’s blood boil, and he has to violently push away the urge that tells him to curl around Remus tight enough that he cannot move, that he cannot leave and go see a mermaid—

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” Roman chokes out instead, reeling from the intrusive, strange, out of character, borderline hateful bigoted thought that has jumped from his mind. “Don’t mermaids have a curfew? I thought they were supposed to be back in the water by twilight? Are you saying,” Don’t, don’t, don’t. “You’ll be going back into the water with a dro— Patton?” He stares wide eyed at the ground at that slip, because that’s something he would never say, not in a normal situation, not even if the mermaid was cruel, he would never be so cruel back himself, but oh he really cannot stand the idea of Remus with a mermaid, with another supernatural that is not himself— And it feels like ants under his skin; denying himself the ability to tell Remus as such and make sure he stays with him, to make sure that everyone knows he’s taken—

And surely, he would be better company, he can do so much more than Patton, he knows Remus so much more than Patton

He can give Remus so much more; the Earth, the Land, the Sky. He can show him the highest peaks of the world and shield him from all harm. He can immortalize him in the most beautiful of ways. He—

Remus pokes Roman in the arm and he jolts, eyes swinging over to catch his brothers, who looks vaguely concerned, hand looping around his elbow as he leans against him and asks, “Bro, are you okay? You’ve been kinda… spacey tonight.” He pauses, ��And yesterday too, actually.”

“I—” He doesn’t know how to say it. How does one tell their twin brother that they were tricked into becoming a fae? A fae that has so little control over their powers and instincts that even a slight look in their direction makes his aura scream to look away from them. A supernatural that many of the world despises. A creature that is known for being immoral and tricking people into sinning for amusement or pure boredom. How can he say such a thing, to admit to such a thing, to such power. Will Remus think he’s horrible for having it? Will Remus be scared of him? It makes his hands shake.

Roman is, it seems, at a crossroads. Though this one is more complex than two different paths to take, and all of them seem to run right to Hell. 

Perhaps finding a crossroads demon would be easier than this. … Not that Roman believes in those— he knows the history of those myths and how stereotypical they are— but he now understands why so many, humans and supernaturals alike, have seeked them out.

Roman curls his fingers around his brother's arms, savoring the warmth as his resolve wavers and then hardens. This may be the last time they ever touch, after all, and so he wants to remember it, to imprint it in his skin, for as long and as well as he can.

“Something happened,” Roman starts with, both of the brothers stopping in the alley they had been cutting through to get to the house party, “A couple days ago. On Wednesday, I believe?” He shakes his head. “That doesn’t really matter, but yes, I was approached by a, by—” His face flushes in embarrassment, and he takes a breath to try again.

“A fae?” Remus offers, brow quirked in amusement.

“Yes, thank you,” Roman rolls his eyes, “I was approached by a fae and—” 

Roman freezes, stomach plummeting as his heart jumps, rounding on Remus and staring as his brother laughs, leaning into him. The flush of his face burns up his skin and he hisses when he asks, “How long have you known? Why didn’t you say anything! I’ve been fretting about talking about this for days, struggling with what to do daily and how, and if I would lose you, and you—” His voice cracks and Remus finally stops laughing slowly, sighing as he pulls Roman closer and they tumble to the ground of the alley way. Roman’s nose scrunches but he shifts closer to Remus, and clutches at him hard, almost desperate in the way he has to stamp down the urge to bite and press them so close their ribs knock together, to get the reassurance he wants and bind him in some way he cannot escape—

“Sorry, Ro,” Remus mumbles, “I didn’t really know how to bring it up either. Thought you would eventually, and hey you did!” Roman sends him a withering glare and he giggles awkwardly. “Right, but uh, yeah, I kinda was gonna drop some hints tonight at the party, and see how you reacted but uh,” He glances around the alleyway, “I don’t… think I’m gonna be doing that anymore.”

“And you’re not gonna be going home with Patton either.” Roman growls, finding that now that that secret is out, his lips feel loser, the glamor shimmering away just enough that Remus is hit with the overwhelming aura that now surrounds Roman. 

It also lets Roman smell him more thoroughly.

Excitement. Curiosity… Desire.

Remus curls his own hand around Roman’s neck and leans closer, his eyes shiny and dark at the same time. The smell of fire rises with the tide and Roman’s chest feels warm warm warm and his fingers itch to touch, and with the way Remus is looking at him, he knows he can. 

He scrambles to press his fingers to his brother's stomach and feel the way it moves underneath. Mortal and alive and right here with him. Not gone, not angry, because Remus knew the whole time, and still invited him out; he hadn’t treated him any differently, he hadn’t had any problem with it whatsoever. Roman falls a little more in love, and kisses Remus right on the lips, swallowing the surprised but excited noise he makes and threading their fingers together beside them, as he breaks out into a giddy grin, canines flashing.

This is going to be confusing and frustrating, surely. Roman still needs to learn how to control his powers and himself, and he still needs to actually get information about how Remus knew about him, to know if anyone else is privy to that information. But for now, Roman is more than happy to just let himself indulge in Remus, and just be fae.

Roman does end up binding Remus to him for eternity— he doesn’t even need to ask. 

Remus stays, and he comforts, and Roman… Roman presses kisses to his skin and thanks him for it for eternity, forever grateful to have someone so understanding and so very his.

@remrom-trickrtreat

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (40)

part 40 of ?? | 1108 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

When Steve gets back from dropping off the kids, Eddie is waiting for him on the front porch.

40.

When Steve gets back from dropping off the kids, Eddie is waiting for him on the front porch. 

No, not waiting for him. He happens to be there, smoking with the porch light off, sprawled on the near end of the couch he and Wayne had salvaged from their trailer. His has his socked feet propped up on the bottom rung of the porch railing. but he gives a little wave as Steve walks up and drops them, an invitation to pass by and sit if he wants.

“So, how was your first foray into Dungeons & Dragons?” Eddie asks. He booms the name of the game in a low, dramatic voice that makes Steve have to smother a laugh. 

“Oh, uh,” Steve says a few beats too late, remembering that he’s supposed to answer. “Yeah, it was . . . kinda confusing? But also, uh, interesting.”

Eddie spins slowly to look at him, eyebrows reaching up towards his bangs. “Confusing . . . yet interesting. That’s some complex feedback, Harrington. Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t. . . .” Steve frowns. He feels like Eddie is making fun of him, big dumb jock who couldn’t get into college—except that doesn’t make sense coming from a three-times high school senior.

But also, Steve isn’t sure what elaborate means. Is it like explain?

He’s just going to try and blow past it. First step: slumping onto the empty end of the couch and putting up a hand, palm up. Second step: “Whatever. Can I bum one? I’ll pay you back.”

Eddie tsks around his cigarette. “What did we decide about owing, dude?” He knocks a stick out of a beat-up pack into Steve’s hand though, and offers his lighter. “I’ve got weed, too, if you’d rather have some of that. No charge. Because,” he continues before Steve can get a word in edgeways, “it’s more practical this way. You make lunch, I share smokes. . . . The barter system is a hell of a lot simpler than quantifying every little thing into cold hard currency.”

“Oh.” That does sound simpler. Steve blinks, takes the lighter, then hesitates. “I . . . kinda would, then. Long day, you know?”

Just like that, the cigarette and lighter are whisked away again. Eddie thumps his feet down onto the porch and leans forward, a tin in one hand now and rolling papers in the other. “Cool. You mind sharing? Don’t think there’s enough in here to roll two.”

“S-sure.” Luckily it’s dark enough to hide whatever Steve’s face is doing—he knows it’s something, probably something embarrassing. And now he’s watching and thinking way too much about Eddie’s lips, the way they purse around the last of his cigarette while he rolls the joint. The joint that he’ll touch to those same lips, then hand to Steve to do the same.

Jesus, he’d never had this problem while smoking with Tommy. Or smoking with pretty girls, for that matter, but that was different. He could’ve kissed those girls anywhere. With Eddie, he can only let himself look for rationed amounts of time, not wanting to be too obvious or get too . . . invested. Steve knows himself, knows he has a tendency to go all way too fast, and doesn’t have a good sense of where that line is. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, actually. Getting high with Eddie could be a bad idea, put him too far out there and offering too much of himself like he always does.

It’s already happening though. 

When the joint is ready, instead of handing it to him, Eddie glances up and cocks his head to one side. 

“Hey, you’ve got. . . .” He reaches, and just as Steve is about ready to demand if there’s a bug on him or something, Eddie pulls the joint out of his ear. “Tada!”

Surprised, Steve laughs and takes the joint when Eddie offers it to him with a flourish. “How did you do that?” (Again, he thanks the darkness for hiding the fact that both of his ears are now burning.)

“Picked up some sleight of hand as a kid,” Eddie says with a grin and a shrug, holding up his lighter but this time flicking it on for Steve to lean towards the flame. “For legal reasons I have to tell you that I wanted to be a magician when I grew up. Got a little more into that side of it after I moved in with Wayne, but only as a hobby. Now it's just something to entertain the kiddies with when I’m old and gray.”

It’s not just the lungful of smoke that’s making Steve feel warm on the inside, though that helps. Hanging out with Eddie, talking like they’re actually friends, feels. . . . 

It feels nice.

A while later, when the high’s had time to settle in, Eddie asks, “You did have a good time, though, right?”

Steve blinks at him. His eyes have had plenty of time to adjust to the dark, and he can actually see Eddie pretty well, he thinks. The long line of his neck and the faintly gleaming shapes of his rings for sure. “Yeah. It was. . . . Well, too nerdy to be cool. But I had more fun than I expected to.”

“Good.” Eddie stretches, and Steve doesn’t even notice his own head lolling to better follow the motion. “‘Specially since you did it for Will. I’m glad you got something out of it for yourself, too.”

The words make his head snap up. “Uh. Will?”

With a shrug, Eddie explains that oh yeah, kid’d walked in shy as hell and Steve had done nothing but build his confidence up all afternoon. Like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t completely floor Steve that he’d noticed. Why would Eddie notice? That was quick, adding Will to his collection of ‘sheepies’ already. 

Not that Steve is one to talk. He’d come out as bisexual to the kid not twelve hours ago, and that was something he’d only ever said out loud to Robin before. 

But Eddie is smiling at him, and that warm feeling is back, only it’s bigger now. Thick and syrupy and welling up and up and up, like the panic when he’d found Dustin cradling Eddie in the Upside Down only good, and. . . .Oh. He recognizes this feeling from the weeks before he’d first kissed Nancy, not quite in love yet but hopeful, always thinking maybe. Out of self preservation, he hasn’t let himself do that this time. He’d tried to clamp down on it hard, as though if he could starve it of oxygen the embers would die out—forgetting that love isn’t a fire, it’s a battlefield, and Eddie has been sneaking up behind him this entire time.

[narrators-journal]

persona 3 and 4

Narukami x Elizabeth x Margaret

Kinks: maledom, petplay, lipsticks marks, cock worship, deepthroat, rimming and Double paizuri and blowjobs

Hi is me again, i read the chaper 43 and this Idea came of narukami in his honeymoon with his new wife and pet and bringing along her sister and narukami's second pet Elizabeth. For the pets i think It would be Nice If both sister have a leashes tied around a dog collar with the written like "Margaret, property of yu narukami" likewise with Elizabeth.

I hope you are Alive and well of mental health good sir. Kudos for you♥️

I wanted to knock another one out tonight, so this might be a lil sloppy, but meh! I’m tired, and I’m hyper at the same time, sooooo, fuck it lol. Just take ur Naru-cum-i content and feast. Feast I say! As I go fucking nuts about the times I’ve written about this man’s nuts.

CW: light maledom, titfucking, teasing, dom/sub marriage dynamics, bjs, a bit o’ deepthroating, cockworship, I missed the rimming, FUCK.

“Okay, if you’re going to join in on the fun, I’ll need to walk you through some things that’ll help you succeed in making my new husband feel good.” Margaret said, a small smile on her freshly painted lips as she spoke. “Especially after our wedding.”

With that, she strolled over to the bed her new husband sat upon, pantless and nodding as the woman shared in his near complete undress. With only her satin panties and a thick leather collar that was embossed in her name and a tag that claimed her as Narukami’s pet while her long, wavy, snow-colored hair was pulled up in a bun to be out of the way.

It was all part of a sexy sort of ‘game’ they played, a delve into dominance and submission that permeated their entire relationship. Hence why Elizabeth stood with them on their honeymoon. Wearing her own set of fancy lace under things in a rich blue and a collar. Not with her name, just a collar so far, but she did have a leash that tied her to the leg of the bed they sat upon. “For instance,” Margaret hummed, her fingers suddenly under Narukami’s chin to turn his face to her and kiss him. Their tongues allowed to dance and fight for a moment while Elizabeth watched in her ordered silence. When Margaret did pull away though, she smiled at her lover, “Master, may I continue to use you as a tool to show my sister how to treat you?” She asked, her voice as sugary as ever to hide how bratty she seemed to feel. But, he still nodded, “Sure. Just don’t neglect me.” “Never, master.” she hummed.

With that, she got up and removed her bra smoothly. “Now, watch closely, Lizzy.” she said to her sister while she dropped between Narukami’s legs, a smile on her face as she lifted her chest squish Narukami’s erection between the mounds of soft skin. And, Narukami groaned quietly as his new wife continued to use him for her sister’s first lesson while her sister seemed to throw her ‘restrictions’ to the wind in favor of applying her own summoned lipstick ever so casually. “You’ll need to know how to use your body creatively, lizzy.” Margaret hummed, and, the shorter-haired attendant scowled a bit at her slight scolding tone while her sister simply began to move her breasts methodically around Narukami. “First, by taking your time. Humans are more complex than we gave them credit for, they like it when you tease them.” She explained, and as if to prove her point, Narukami groaned at the friction of lightly lubricated skin against skin. “Margaret, you do realize I’m not stupid, yes? I have had a wildcard, I have learned about humanity.” Elizabeth reminded, but her older sister laughed slightly, “Yes, but you lack in the sexual department. Ihave had plenty of experience with that, so I am trying to teach you a few tricks for when you spend time with us.” And, as they spoke, Narukami simply sat on the hotel bed, his elbows the only thing that kept him from collapsing onto the bed entirely while his wife slowly worked his cock like a pro. Neither of the married couple bothered to actually enforce Elizabeth’s silence, though. Narukami especially couldn’t find it in him to care while that fire in him was being so expertly fed into a proper bonfire.

Though, after a moment longer, she released the throbbing member, “Now, come over here and give it a try.” Margaret instructed, which got another annoyed look from her sister as she stood, but Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it as she took her place between the silver-haired wildcard’s legs before she discarded her lacey bra to free her smaller, but still plenty full breasts. And, using what remained of the lubricant from Margaret’s example, she sandwiched Narukami’s dick in warm, soft flesh and began to massage her breasts together.

The simple movements just enough to send a shiver through the man on the bed and feed the furnace of lust in his gut. “Good,” Margaret hummed to her sister, sat at the foot of the bed to stroke her new husband’s arm slightly as her sister began slowly using her breasts to stroke up and down his cock to get another low moan. Yet, once again, Margaret stopped the friction before it could get too high, “Now, pause with your boobs and try your mouth.”

Obediently, Elizabeth’s breasts released his cock so that, instead, her mouth could keep him warm while she sloppily bobbed her head and left rings of her lipstick along his shaft. “Slowly, Lizzy. The goal is to torment him, not get him off yet.” Margaret reminded, her sister only able to hum as a complaint, which made Narukami reach up to squeeze Margaret’s hand as he collapsed onto the bed at last with a gutteral moan. Which, earned a smile from his loving, torturous wife. “Actually, it might be time to stop for a bit. He seems close to orgasming, and that’d be no fun~” She sang, her playful tone a teasing sting to the silver-haired man.

Once again, Elizabeth listened to her older sister. Her bobbing and suction stopped in favor of her being moved to one side of Narukami’s legs so that the beautiful, wavy-haired sister could join her on the floor with Narukami’s cock proudly between them. “Plus!” she chirped, “I want to try something, and I need him to last through it.”

And, with that, she moved forward a bit to ever so slightly squish his dick with a bit of her breasts. “Lizzy, you do this too. I want to see if we both can tease him like this.” she instructed, so, with raised eyebrows and interest in her golden eyes, Elizabeth did as she was told for a third time. So, Narukami’s cock was surrounded on all sides by soft, warm skin. Completely at the mercy of the collar-clad sisters and their careful, slightly cautious movements.

Each tested brush of skin, or nudge of flesh against his shaft a new bolt of fuel to the fire in Narukami’s gut. However, each movement didn’t go so far as to stoke that fire too far, as the sisters seemed to bond over how much they enjoyed each of Narukami’s groans and moans as he fell deeper into a maddening sense of need. Proven by the turns they took to lick the tip of his twitching cock, or the break they took to add more blue-hued bands on his shaft in some form of a competition on who could take more of him. A competition that was won by Elizabeth, when she took him down to the base triumphantly, much to the praise of her older sister, and the whines of the wildcard.

He’d get no breaks tonight.