#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023
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Of Books & Beasts
Prompt: virginity
Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader
Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope
Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // it’s very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right?
Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didn’t even need to bat an eyelash in Steve’s direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasn’t looking.
With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging — they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.
“Anything for you, dove. I’ll get everything on this list for us,” Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register.
“Alright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we don’t starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,” you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order.
“Don’t you worry about it, it’s on me. Let me treat you a little.”
“I’m the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,” you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone.
But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. “I’m serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe I’ll bend —”
“Please don’t continue that sentence,” you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. “Any louder and people will start to believe you.”
The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be good and stop teasing you,” he chuckled lowly.
“Thank you,” you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. “So will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?”
“Yes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.”
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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasn’t Tim Curry’s fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure — you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel.
However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan — although, it was due to pure frustration.
“I don’t have any clean clothes,” your host said as he rummaged through his drawers.
“How about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?” you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library.
“Or you could always sleep naked, I heard it’s really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at — ow,” Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head.
“Maybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,” you smiled and whispered shyly.
Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully.
Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve — and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man.
“Here,” Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. “Maybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?”
“This is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,” You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas.
However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine — and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didn’t feel as exposed.
Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didn’t want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steve’s arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didn’t go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your —
No.
This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didn’t accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each other’s arms would not last forever.
“Do you want the left or right side of the bed?” Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts.
“Anything is fine,” you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle.
“The left side is closer to the lamp if you’d like to read a bit before sleeping,” he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot.
“Are you a mind reader or something?” you chuckled between steps.
Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: “no, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.”
“Oh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.”
The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you.
“Go ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,” he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. “What’s it about anyways?”
You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steve’s touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. “Not too sure about the entire plot since I’m only on chapter two. But it’s about a prince and his beast companion. They’ve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so I’m guessing the best friends fall in love,” you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words.
What a dream.
“Is it dirty?” Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket.
“No, I-I’ve never read a story like that before,” you said sternly.
“Oh, I believe you,” his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. “Have fun reading.”
They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry.
It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed — even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the prince’s romantic actions throughout the book. You didn’t even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didn’t even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little.
Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice.
“You want to get under here?” Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body.
Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steve’s body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic — a part of you wished this could last forever.
But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least.
You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldn’t be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve.
The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips — there was no way it could feel that good.
But you were so wrong.
Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs.
Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal.
Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didn’t care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steve’s chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together.
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Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldn’t surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts n’ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. It’s funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant.
His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before.
As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steve’s chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steve’s stomach once in a while too.
Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didn’t realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process.
You were about to become the death of him tonight.
Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him.
“And then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.”
Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one another’s backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep.
If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasn’t worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly.
“Wake up, my dove. It’s getting hot in here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily.
“Hm? What?” You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the world’s most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. “Feels so nice, Stevie,” you murmured, still half-asleep.
“Fuck — you really like that, huh?” The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream.
“I feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,” you moaned whilst humping some more. “Kiss me, please.”
Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat — the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting you’ve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand.
Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasn’t the normal you, you didn’t even realize exactly what you were doing. “Pretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we can’t.” The words fell from his lips painfully.
“Why not? You don’t feel good?” You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steve’s neck, stopping your hips’ movements all together.
“Feels so good, baby,” Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. “But, this isn’t a dream, and you’re not fully awake. I don’t want you to regret this—”
The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll move over t-there — ah.” The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steve’s figure.
“Did that feel good?” Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status.
“I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it.
“You probably had some sweet dreams, huh?”
Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight.
“Oh no,” you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steve’s thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. “This is so embarrassing,” you though out loud
“It’s no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,” Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions.
“I didn’t know it was going to be like that in the story,” you whispered.
“Did you like it?” Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships — this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all.
You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.”
“Then don’t feel embarrassed or bad about it,” Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. “Never thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.”
“Don’t tease,” you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment.
“I’ll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,” you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice.
Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moon’s beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them.
“Let’s never talk about this again,” you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth.
“If that’s what you would be comfortable with,” Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot.
“Y-yes, I would be.”
After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. “It is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.”
“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.
“Learn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.” The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone.
“You’re just a dummy, Steve,” you playfully scoffed with a giggle.
“That was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.”
In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steve’s imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure.
No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind.
“Is that what sex is like?” You whispered into the night, cutting off the man’s thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling.
“In the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,” you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him.
“Well, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,” the man next to you chuckled sweetly.
You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him.
“Right, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,” you continued your thoughts.
“It does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something you’ll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.” Right then, Steve’s mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you.
“I wonder what it will be like for me,” you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again.
“You got a good idea a few minutes ago,” Steve teased as he looked you up and down.
All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. “It did feel really, really nice, Steve. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. “Then, maybe I can help. You didn’t get to finish, sweet girl.”
The deepness of Steve’s voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own — you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before.
“I didn’t even know that I started,” you pouted.
“Oh, but finishing is one of the best parts,” he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly.
“Steve—” you moaned like music to his ears.
Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever.
“My best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,” he whispered, hovering his lips above yours.
“More, please.”
“So polite,” Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. “Doing such a dirty thing and now you’re being so nice.”
“I feel so — I feel like I need more,” you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea.
Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned.
“Is your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,” he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you.
“So good. Kiss me, Steve, please.” You weren’t sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue — a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.
But, you were wrong, so wrong.
As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldn’t help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steve’s clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise.
“God, what did you learn in that book?” Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him.
“The characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.” You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter.
You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.
“Here I thought that was going to be my job tonight,” Steve’s voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met.
Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didn’t wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. “Oh God,” you moaned into his mouth while arching your back.
The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didn’t feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again.
“No panties, huh? You’re bound to be the death of me.”
“I normally don’t wear any to bed if I’m wearing shorts,” you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub.
“Is it alright if I take these off?” He barely got the question out before you began to nod.
Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal.
The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness.
“Feels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,” you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper.
“Are you close, dove? Are you gonna come? You’re so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,” Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder.
“More — need more.” The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot — none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve.
The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steve’s lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples.
You aren’t sure what took over — all you knew was that everything felt so good.
“Fuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,” Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin.
“Steve, everything you’re doing feels so good,” you moaned.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.”
And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steve’s hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms.
“So nice —” you whimpered incoherently.
Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. “I’m never gonna get tired of that sound,” he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high.
“So much better than reading a book,” you giggled as your body calmed down.
“Maybe we gotta find you crazier books then,” Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips.
The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips,
“Again — I can take more,” you whispered between kisses.
“Needy girl, you really want to?” Steve asked, making sure this wasn’t a dream for him now.
“Mhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?” your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. “Would it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?”
Fuck.
Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldn’t do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly.
The conflict on Steve’s face was so apparent that you whispered: “oh, we don’t need to—”
“Fuck, I want to,” Steve kissed you sweetly. “Are you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?”
“Yes, yes, I promise you that I can,” you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each other’s. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you — leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your body’s cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust.
“It’s kinda cold,” you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. “Can I take off your clothes too?”
With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. You’ve been teasingly touching it throughout tonight’s escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least.
“One sec, dove,” Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle.
“What is that?” You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasn’t looking.
“I-it’s — fuck — it’s lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,” Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. “Not sure if we will need much,” he teased.
Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steve’s fingers.
You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: ‘for her pleasure,’ which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways — it must be something good, you guessed.
“Let's use a little, Steve.”
“Yeah, sure. You want me to put it on?” He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand.
“N-no, I wanna try something,” you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. “You’re so big, Stevie. You’re gonna stretch me out so good.”
Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight.
“F-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.” Steve’s moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you.
Just the tip — you said the words before.
But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out.
This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of.
“So hard,” you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steve’s cock in.
“You’re taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,” he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size.
“Feels nice.”
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you.
Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching — it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved.
Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body.
“Keep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,” you screamed incoherently.
“God, you're throbbing around me. I don’t think I can take it.” The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you.
“Steve, I wanna feel you cum,” you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you.
He adored how needy you were. “Dirty little mouth, Princess.”
“Need more — need you to go faster.”
“You know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isn’t that right?” Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully.
“You’ll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,” you giggled in between whimpers.
In truth, you didn’t notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely. “Dove, you're taking me so well — fuck — better than I’ve ever imagined,” he moaned.
“What have you imagined? What were we doing?” you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you.
Where did you learn how to do that? — was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies.
“Sometimes I’d have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while you’re studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.”
“For you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isn’t it?” You teased him now.
You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt — even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days.
One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now.
“You little minx,” Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster.
“Do you think I don’t imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?” the words fell from your lips breathily while Steve’s pace increased more and more. “You’re not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when you’re staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?”
“God, you like it when I’m being your perv, naughty girl,” Steve stated.
“Makes me feel nice. Just like this.”
Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. “You’re so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.”
“Oh my—” your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes.
“That’s it, let it happen,” Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours.
“Faster, please,” you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots.
Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock — an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you.
And he did.
Good god, he did.
“That’s it, that’s my dove.” He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously.
“S-Steve, fuck.” You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace — it was the final straw for Steve.
He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. “So tight,” he whimpered above you.
For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You weren’t so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way.
You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sun’s rays.
“You are so beautiful,” Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you.
“So are you,” you smiled while cuddling close to him.
“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process.
“Yeah, I guess I feel a little sore,” you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again.
Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. “Do you need a bath, some water, or food?” He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs.
“I’m fine, Steve, I promise.” You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze.
Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasn’t sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. “How about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, I’ll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?” The offer was so tempting coming from Steve’s lips.
“Hmm, what if I want to help you?” You giggled. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. “There is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and then—”
You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. “Maybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,” he winked.
“Another day?”
“Yes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.” Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin.
“I’d really, really love that,” you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process.
If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each other’s arms — and later on in a few different sections of the book store too.
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Horny Horrors
Day 10 - sex toys - abby x reader
୨୧ last time I wrote Abby smut it flopped so I’m scared but I actually like this one. Doesn’t Abby look so good 🤭
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“Don’t be shy, baby, come on,” Abby whispers as she strokes your thigh, trying to ease some of your nerves. She gently pushes open your thighs, her fingers trailing higher up your leg.
Abby's fingers brush against the damp spot that has formed on your underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from you before she pulls them to the side. Abby rests her head on your shoulder, her warm breath fanning over your neck makes you bite your lips.
As her lips graze against your neck she whispers, "Grab the toy for me." You reach over to the nightstand feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement as you take in the size of it. You hand her the toy and Abby pulls your panties off completely, tossing them to the floor.
She pulls your legs further apart, squeezing the fat of your thighs with a firm grip. She teasingly runs the tip of the toy along your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. You can't help but let out a soft moan and squirm as Abby slides the tip through your drooling cunt, teasingly circling it around your clit.
Your head falls back on her shoulder, your legs twitching as she drags the toy up and down your slick folds. "Keep those legs spread nice and wide for me," Abby whispers huskily in your ear, pressing a kiss just below your earlobe. Her free hand holds open your trembling thighs, allowing her to have better access to your throbbing core.
You grind your hips against the length of the toy, rubbing your clit against it. "You're already so wet for me," Abby murmurs against your neck, watching as your arousal glistens on the toy. She slaps the length against your clit lightly, the wet slapping sound echoing in the room. Jolts of pleasure to shoot through your body before Abby goes back to teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
Abby's other hand leaves your thigh and makes its way to your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples between her fingers. You let out a loud moan, arching your back and pressing your chest further into Abby's touch. "You like it when I touch you like this?" Abby says, looking down between your legs with a smug smile. Your breath hitches as you nod, "Yes, Abby."
"Yeah, but you gotta be careful," Abby warns, "I don't want the whole hall hearing you." She kisses your neck, tugging lightly on your nipples before trailing her fingers down your stomach. As her fingers reach the apex of your thighs, she teasingly brushes against your swollen clit, making you gasp and buck your hips in response.
"Please, Abby... I-I need more," you whimper, trying to look up at her with pleading eyes. She pecks your lips gently, keeping her lips brushed against your as she chuckles at your desperation. You grab onto Abby's forearm for support, your nails digging into her skin as you feel her press the tip of the toy against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside you.
You moan softly against her lips, feeling the delicious stretch as the toy slides deeper into you. Your walls clench around the toy as she holds it in place, savoring the sensation of being filled. Abby's eyes lock with yours, a mischievous glint dancing in them as you pant softly.
"Please, go slow, Abby," you whine softly. Abby nods, a playful smile playing on her lips as she starts moving it in and out, letting the veins drag against your walls with each thrust. You let out a strained moan as she hits a sweet spot deep inside you. You lift your head off her shoulder, looking down at the toy disappearing inside you, your tummy tensing with each movement.
You spread your legs wider, fucking your hips up to meet Abby's thrusts, desperate to come around the toy. Your breath quickens, matching the rhythm of Abby's movements. "It's not enough ," you gasp, your voice filled with need and desire. "Please go faster."
Abby's smile widens, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she increases the speed, causing you to gasp and moan even louder. You fall back against her chest and Abby's hand comes up to hold your jaw gently, her touch both comforting and possessive.
"Is that better?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear. You nod, unable to form words, expect to let out a breathless "yes." The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of the toy sliding in and out of you. Her hand slides down to your swollen neglected clit, her fingers circling the sensitive bud.
Your moans grow louder, blending with the wet sounds of the toy thrusting inside you. Every stroke from Abby's hand makes the pressure build, driving you closer to the edge of pleasure. "I w-wanna come, Abby please, I'm so close ," you manage to gasp out, your voice strained with desperation.
"I know baby," She coos softly, rubbing your clit faster. Your thighs tremble as you cry Abby's name out in pleasure. The intensity of her touch pushes you over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As you reach your climax, your body arches and shudders uncontrollably, your thighs clenching around Abby's hand.
Abby continues to slowly rub your clit as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, her touch now gentle and soothing. You collapse against her, panting heavily as you catch your breath. Abby pulls out the toy from between your legs and sets it aside, her hand still resting on your thigh. She plans soft kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine and a soft smile spreading across your face.
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week three: exhibition/voyeurism
nsfw, features unprotective sex, piv, praise kink, fingering, f receiving oral
wc: 735
summary: doing you the dishes has never been better
It was Luffy’s birthday and he ordered one of the largest dinners Sanji has ever made for the crew.
While the Straw Hats’ captain was snoozing and snoring loudly in his quarters, Sanji was furiously washing dishes. There was a towering pile of them, luckily most of them wiped clean from the crew.
“It’s all worth it,” he said to himself. While he was whistling while he worked, you knocked on the wooden frame of the kitchen and walked in.
“Need help?” You offered, observing the large amount of dishes.
“I’d love some!” He exclaimed happily. Remembering the pile Luffy had to clean by himself at the Baratie, Sanji was more than willing to accept help. As you rolled your sleeves up, he passed you a sudsy sponge. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sit down.”
“Um, what do you think you’re doing?” You asked as you accepted it.
“I’ve been washing dishes for an hour, or so. I’m ready for a break.” He replied, sitting on the kitchen table. Rolling your eyes, you turned around and started washing. It was only fair. Sanji did a fair amount of them already, so there wasn’t too much for you to do. Probably 20 minutes worth.
“Damn Sanji, this water is hot!” You exclaimed as you grabbed a plate from the bottom of the sink. You turned around and saw him shrug his shoulders and give a playful smile. “What?” You asked, turning around.
“To make sure the plates are fully sterilized and clean, I use hot water.” Sanji took out a cigarette and lit it. “If you want of us to get sick, be my guest.” Grumbling, you bit your lip as you grabbed a plate floating in the water.
When you had one bowl left over, Sanji stood up, walked behind you, and maneuvered his arms so they effortlessly laced through yours. The palms of his hands were on top of yours. By this time, he extinguished his cig and had his full attention on you.
“Yes?” You asked, a shiver running through your spin. Sanji rested his head your shoulder as he laced his fingers through yours. You closed your eyes when you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck.
“You’ve been so good,” he mumbled into your skin. “So good for letting me rest.” Your cheeks turned red as he started kissing the side of your neck; you tilted your head to the other side, a silent plea for him to kiss you more. “Mmmm, you smell heavenly. Have I told you that?”
“No,” you breathed.
You turned around and was face to face with him, your bodies centimeters away from each other. “Thank you…” he whispered, leaning to you, “for helping me.” His kiss started off slow, your lips pressing against each other’s. Sanji rested his hands next to you on the counter while you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. The kiss was fervent, almost desperate. Tongues swirled each others’ making you pool up at your lower core. Sanji took a break from your mouth and knelt down, running his hands down your body, squeezing your breasts gently and rubbing your front with a single finger.
“Fuck, Sanji,” you moaned as he slid his hands up your skirt. He fingered you with one digit, then added another. You leaned against the counter for support as he increased his pace, almost making you cum. He pulled your skirt and underwear off at the same time. You two briefly exchanged glances before he kissed your pussy, moving his tongue around your clit and added gentle bites. You groaned, louder than you expected. Sanji smiled through his rough affection , loving how doing this got you squealing.
He pulled you down on to the floor with him, wiping his mouth with a hand. You gave him a sheepish smile, and felt your wet pussy. Sanji unbuttoned his pants, took them off, and motioned for you to go on your hands and knees. He knelt behind you and rubbed his erect cock under you.
“Good girls deserve rewards.” He said, thrusting in. You made a fist and closed your eyes as he moved at an even pace. When he gripped your hips with both hands and went faster, you were moaning loudly, begging for him to go faster.
Hearing that, he gave you the rest of your reward.
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🎃 A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Chapter One
A Truth Universally Acknowledged: It has long been established that you don’t like Dream of the Endless, and he doesn’t like you. Unfortunately, fate has decided to stick you both in a glass cage for a century. Who's throat will be torn out first? Yours? Or Dreams.
Warnings: Reader and Morpheus do not get along, Maga is latin for witch.
To Note: Morpheus x WitchFem!Reader.
Prompt: Role Reversal
Word Count: ~7.7k
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It was a truth universally acknowledge that should one mortify a pride, forgiveness would not so easily be obtained. So how were you ever expected to truthfully forgive someone who had not just mortified your pride, but trampled on it until there were permanent stains and tears in it. Nothing would sew your pride back together, and nothing would remove the stain of insult rendered upon your being. The season of 1815 had not just rendered you mortified, it had shattered your pride. It had started out as an average season, as an immortal witch you’d decided to spend that year in London to enjoy the frivolity of the marriage mart.
Now, on all accounts by no means were you looking to be married… what sane mortal would willingly wed a witch? But you did enjoy the social aspects of the English balls and liked to dress up in fancy clothing. You certainly had the fortune to do so after living for so many centuries. So you had gone to the modiste and ordered several dresses for the season, and had even splurged on a few new jewelry pieces for your collection to have as a memoire of this time. You’d lingered at the fringes of the first couple of balls, but were slowly mingling further and further into the ton.
At some point you had made a friend out of one of the bachelors searching for a wife. It had been clear that neither of your were particularly romantically interested (which was better for you int he long term) and had taken to meeting up every ball to gossip and preen over outfit choices and who had committed a faux pax over luncheon. It was pure fun for you and Henry was certainly getting your experience in searching for a new wife. You had pointed out a potential match you thought would suit the young man quite nicely when you caught sight of an omen. Well it was less of an omen and more of an irritant.
The Dream Lord had no reason to be in the Waking Realm, it was your turf, and just like you respected his realm, it was only right the he respected yours. For what reason had he come to London when you were there? Nothing good, that you were sure of. So you headed for the parchment table full of lemonade for surely it wouldn’t be nearly as sour as the conversation you were sure to have with him should your paths cross.
Grasping the skirt of your dress to keep it out of your way, you glided across the room with clear intentions to parch your throat. The train of your silk dress trailed behind you in a soft bed of blue flowers carefully stitched into the tulle overlay. Carefully grabbing a glass of lemonade you took a sip as Lady Camden joined your side.
“Lady Bell,” She greeted you, using your alias. You nodded to her with a dip of your chin in greeting.
“Lady Camden, a pleasure to see you tonight, I noticed the Lord Richards was quite taken with you while you were on the floor. Do I suspect a match in your near future?” You replied with a tease in your voice. Her eyes sparkled and she fanned herself with her gossamer and feather fan.
“I surely hope so,” She softly giggled, her doe-like eyes flittering over to where Lord Richards was speaking with a few other eligible men. Ah to be mortal and in love… what you would give to feel that fleeting emotion once more.
“I am confident he shall do so, for he would be a fool to do otherwise.” You stated, taking another sip of your lemonade. You and Lady Camden made more merry conversation while you blatantly ignored the dark and brooding menace lingering in the fringes of the ballroom. It was only when the band started up music once more that you placed your glass down and looked to the dance floor. The next set of dancers were due and perhaps someone would invite you. Your hand was indeed asked for a dance and you happily accepted.
You danced line with the other woman, exchanging partners a few times and all around enjoyed yourself immensely… but on the next partner change you found yourself spun into his arms. You nearly smacked his hands away from your body when he caught you but managed to safe face purely because you had a good reputation among the ton and planned remaining in England for the next several years. They wouldn’t take well to you smacking the Dream Lord senseless on the dance floor. So you grit your teeth and forced yourself to remain calm.
“My lord,” You greeted, barely covering the tinge of hostility within your voice. “To what do I owe this pleasure of your visit?”
Lightning crackled within his stardust gaze.
“Presumptuous of you to assume that I am in attendance purely for your leisure,” His lip curled just the slightest and your eye twitched in return.
“Then what, pray tell, brings you to such an event as this? I am sure you are far too busy with your duties to indulge in the leisures of man.”
“One could ask you the same, Lady Bell,” Dream rebutted. “Surely such whimsical mortal activities are below the standings of a prominent witch such as yourself.” Oh that was an insult if you ever heard one. You didn’t bother maintaining pleasantries with the Dream Lord any further and cut to the point.
“Why are you here?” You boldly questioned. Suffice to say you didn’t directly ask why he was there being a nuisance to your festivities. You did hold some self-preservation in regards to pushing his temperament. Annoyance flashed through his blue eyes.
“A wayward nightmare, presumptuous of you to assume that I am here for you.” Oh the complete audacity of him to assume that you wished for his presence! You could count on one hand the number of times you willingly sought his presence let alone wanted it. None of those times had been your own desire, but out of necessity.
“The audacity of you to insinuate that I would ever desire your despicable and repugnant presence! I would rather lose my magic than willingly spend time with you, you loathsome cad.” You hissed at him, your eyes flashing with the color of your magic. Morpheus’ hackles rose at your audacity to speak to him as such and immediately fired back at you.
“You dare to speak to me in such tone and disrespect Maga!?” Dream growled at you. The floor beneath your slippers shivered and groaned as the music was interrupted by the argument between you and the Dream Lord. You and he were causing a scene. Jerking back from the menace of the Endless, you glared heavily at him.
“I simply dare to speak my thoughts when you have called for such words as clearly you have infringed upon my life in a way that I do not care for!” A lady should never raise her voice, but your mind was so wrapped up in anger and despite that all call for decorum and manners went out the window. “I have been nothing but respectful towards you, my lord, yet you cannot afford to do the same in return?”
“My respect is offered to those who have earned it and you and your promiscuous ways have far exceeded my limit.” You blanched at his words as gasped echoed within the ballroom. “You are a harlot pretending to be a hare. Sharp tongued and wicked.” Just like a snap of a fan, Dream had just reduced your hard earned reputation to ashes and all for what? Your words of truth?
“You are the most deplorable and depraved being I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, my lord,” You spoke with an even voice despite the trembles that now wracked through your body. “I hope you rot in hell,” Further dramatic gasps went around the room at your harsh words. But at this point you had no care because he had just ruined everything. Grabbing at the skirts of your dress, you gave Dream one last murderous glare and fled the ballroom before the talk could start.
Why did he always have to ruin everything.
Your pride was still very much ruined even after a century had gone by. Oh yes, your pride was ruined and your hatred for the Dream Lord still burned like the great Sirius. You hadn’t crossed paths with the Endless’ since that fateful night in 1815, and you were glad so. You probably would hurl a flaming ball of plasma at his stupid pretty face the moment you caught sight of him. Not even his one act of kindness during the witch trials could stop the burning hatred you felt within your heart. He might have saved you from burning at the stake, but now you held nothing but contempt for him.
You huffed to yourself and shifted where you sat, chains ratting as your arms moved. It was by sheer luck that Roderick Burgess had managed to get his hands on the grimoire that held the spell to bind you. A downright miracle that he had performed the ritual correctly to actually keep you in place. So stuck down in the bowels of Fawny Rig and sapped of your power due to his siphoning, you had plenty of time to contemplate past memories. You had no idea why that particular one of Dream humiliating you and mortifying your pride stuck out.
You hadn’t come face to face with him since that day, and while you did occasionally like to cause disturbances for him (because you were vindictive at times), you hadn’t really thought about in since the turn of the new century. You’d been too busy with new witch magic and the search for ancient grimoires. Now you were locked up in a basement with plenty of time to think about your past.
Roderick Burgess was a greedy man.
It wasn’t enough that he repeatedly stole your magic from you, no, he was taking it all every time you recharged in hopes that he could resurrect his son Randall. Resurrection was not possible. You had told him that straight to his face and earned a backhanded slap from the elder mortal. That had been the last time you reminded him of the truth. It was easier to just repeat the rules of magic and avoid mentioning resurrection all together. Tugging on the shackle around your left wrist, you chewed on your lip as your raw skin ached and burned.
The old metal had cut your skin and then dug in to your broken flesh, leaving behind half broken scabs and trails of dried blood. You had suffered worse during the witch trials, but you disliked the discomfort of your current ailments. You were immortal, not invincible or impervious to death. Speaking of Death she was actually quite a nice friend to have, unlike her brother. Your face soured at the thought of him once more and you crossed your arms over your gathered knees to rest your chin on them.
Repugnant man. His face was cloudy in your mind, hatred had blinded you to him so much you couldn’t exactly remember what it was like to glare into the face of that Endless. Heartless cretian. The iron gates creaked as your captor strode into your confined solitude… but he wasn’t alone this time. No, he was followed by his acolyte all robed and covered. While the acolytes began drawing in the sandy dirt floor with red chalk and light candles, you eyed Burgess.
“What more power do you wish for? Is it not enough that you drain my magic? Are you that desperate for your son?” You questioned the man with a sneer on your lip. “You are grasping at the straws of an empty barrel.”
Rather than take the biting words spilling from your mouth, Burgess lashed out. The back of his hand cracked across your cheek. Pain blinded you for a brief moment as you tumbled to the side, your unwashed and messy hair falling into your face. You spit out a mouthful of blood and touched your throbbing lip. Split. A chuckle passed through your lips.
“Testy today, are we?” You giggled darkly, eyeing the mortal through your curtain of hair. He gave you a look in warning. The next hit would knock you out. So you kept you mouth shut as you maneuvered your body back into a sitting position. Content to see Burgess fail for what seemed to be the thousandth time, you leaned back against the steel column you were chained to. They were still getting ready so you took to nudging the dirt beneath your feet around with your big toe.
It wasn’t particular interesting to watch them until they began drawing sigils you recognized. Straightening up in your seat, you stared at the crimson markings in puzzlement because how could Burgess know of these markings? Your eyes flickered back to him and you saw an old book within his hands. Grimoire. How had he gotten his hands on such a book!? Grimoires were sacred tomes that a witch would die before allowing into the hands of a mere mortal! You wanted to demand him where he had gotten such a book, but knew that you would get no answer from him. You’d get smacks though.
Licking the blood that bloomed from where your lip had split, your eyes turned scrutinous. Just because he was drawing correct sigils, did not necessarily mean he knew what he was doing or was doing it correctly. But the longer you watched, the more concerned you grew, while you didn’t recognize this particular combination of sigils, everything else was frighteningly correct. You could make out a few binding sigils, so he planned on binding something other than yourself (you pitied the being caught by the amateur). But there were also summoning markings.
“Summoning,” You murmured to yourself, brow furrowing as you struggle to figure out who Burgess could possibly want to summon after getting nowhere with you. The mortal didn’t spare you a glance, but he had heard your murmur. Of course you’d recognize what he was doing.
“Yes, since you are so resistant to aiding me in my wants—”
“Which are entirely impossible,” You interjected before earning a glare from him. You raised your eyebrows as if to say ’continue?’.
“—I shall summon and bind another being that will help.” You snorted and rolled your eyes because what creature would ever help such a greedy mortal like him? Desire perhaps? No. You might not have met them, but even they had standards. Roderick Burgess fell far below that line. Far, far, below. So you slumped back and closed your eyes, they were going to have to wait for nightfall for whatever summoning they were going to two as the moon boosted summoning magic. You wanted to be ready for whatever hell Burgess unleashed upon himself.
The gods were punishing you. That was the only explanation. Why else would Burgess’ botched summoning circle summing the one being in all of creation that you despised the most? Punishing or laughing, you were unceremoniously dragged from your seat to be locked up in some fancy globe that was currently being welded shut with you and Dream in it. It was downright laughable! Burger seemed smug enough about it though, he was confident that Dream would give him what he wanted.
He wouldn’t, and the mortal would soon find out. If the stupid, deplorable, loathsome, Endless would just wake up already!!
You didn’t know exactly what kind of magic it took to summon an Endless, but it sure did take a lot out of Dream. He’d been out since arriving and had yet to wake. You also didn’t know how powerful he’d be without his tools. A faux pas on his part you took great glee in knowing. And yet, if he was out of power just like you… how were you going to get out? You’d consider that later, right now you were just concentrated on glaring at the lingering man responsible for your situation.
He had regretted binding you upon learning of your unwillingness to cooperate. He was going to be in for a rude awakening when Dream woke up and gave him his ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude. Leaning back against the thick cold glass, your eyes trailed along the freshly welded seams of the cage. How want Burgess going to siphon your magic with you locked up like this? The mortal in question, almost as if hearing your thoughts, strode up to the hanging cage and stared at you with a glare. Your eyebrow twitched in challenge.
“No need to worry about our little sessions, witch,” He told you, his blue eyed tight and heavy. “I can still take your magic with you in that cage.” You were tempted to mouth off on him since he could smack you around anymore, but between your split lip and mood sullied at your future trapped with him, you chose to remain silent. Crossing your arms against your chest, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. If there was anything you learned about Burgess, it was that he hated being ignored.
He eventually left when the glass cage was completed and the workers all trickled out, only two guards remaining behind. To watch you and Dream you suppose… but exactly where were you going to go? Your stomach rumbled and a new worry emerged. Being immortal didn’t mean that you didn’t need to eat. It wouldn’t kill you to starve but you weren’t exactly excited about the idea. The 1500s had been hard enough, you didn’t ever want to get that thin again. You sighed and reminded yourself that you had gotten through tougher times once more.
“Think of all the spells you can curse him with when you get out,” You whispered to yourself, trying to distract yourself from reality. While you were mindlessly flickering through memories of your travels over the centuries, the Endless you were crammed in the cage with began to regain consciousness. He didn’t move, not even a muscle but the minuscule amount of magic you had recharged since your last draining altered you to his alertness.
Narrowing your gaze, you glared at the naked Endless (you were guilty of appreciating his beautiful body for about five seconds before you remembered that you hated him) and waited for his eyes to open. When they did, you cursed him for having such beautiful eyelashes. You, of course, were he first thing he saw and the Endless could have sworn he was hallucinating you after such a long period of not having to deal with you and your annoyances. But then you blinked, scowled deeper at him, and curled your lip.
“Welcome to Fawny Rig.”
Dream hadn’t uttered a single word or sound since waking up in the glass cage with you. Hadn’t answered to Burgess’ demands when the mortal had come to make them. Hadn’t commented when Burgess turned to you and taunted you with freedom, you had just rolled your eyes and looked the other way. Now you were nodding off, so he followed you. You had been on his mind on and off over the last century, the incident in 1815 notwithstanding. Your anger and rage at the Endless was still palpable ever after all these years.
He suppose he deserved your anger, but he believed that nothing he had said that night was wrong. He did see you as promiscuous as you were close with many and at times flirty, and your tongue was sharp and wicked. No one else in all of creation clashed with him like you did, not even his sibling Desire. It was infuriating. Materializing in your dream, Dream was surprised to find himself in a familiar place. The same estate in which you and he had your explosive encounter in 1815. What had caused your consciousness to think of this?
Him, most likely, but the Endless wasn’t smart enough to think of that.
It wasn’t hard for Morpheus to track you down, you were the only one existing other than he within your dreams. So walking the corridors, he happened upon a back balcony where you were standing. Your back was to him and face turned upward, gazing at the luminous full moon overhead.
“Is it not enough that now I must see your face every day?” You grumpily complained, not bothering to look at him. Dream’s eye twitched at your words because was he not Dream of the Endless. It was by his powerthat you had the ability to dream in the first place!
“I see that your tongue is still just as wild as the last night I reluctantly spent in your presence, Maga.” You shot a glare over your shoulder, eyes connecting with thunderous blue.
“And I see that you are still a loathsome creature without an ounce of compassion or dignity!” You hissed at him, eyes flashing. “Or do you take pleasure in ruining a woman’s hard earned reputation in front of an audience?”
“I spoke nothing but the truth,” Dream spoke to you, his chin lifting while his eyes glittered with anger. Insolence and insult from you yet again.
“Yes, the truth of how you see me!” You snapped at him. “But have you considered how your insidious words might affect me in the long term? I had a life in England until you ruined it! You are nothing but a big bully who throws words around when you don’t get your way!”
Now that really made Dream angry, but you didn’t remain in place to experience his blow up. It had been far too long since you had been able to dream like this and you just wanted to rest. He called your name but you just ignored him. Surely he would understand that you just wanted to be left alone. At the very least the irate Endless could indeed feel that you wanted to be left alone… but his curiosity of how you ended up in that decrepit basement. So he followed silently behind you as you made your way to a bedroom in the large estate. Lingering in the doorway, Dream stared at your back in distaste, trying to remember why he disliked you in the first place. He couldn’t remember.
He walked over to the foot of the bed and glared at you further, thinking back to the first time he had met you. Surely something within his memories would trigger the reason for his great dislike for you. He found no immediate memory, just those of your torture at the hands of the witch trials and saving you, the brief visits you had within his realm, and— Dream was distracted by wounds dotting your wrists. Eyes sharpening on the wounds, Dream’s eyes followed the signs of restraint. They were far from new and were in varying stages of healing. Then his eyes found the lingering blood on your chin and lip. Someone had struck you. Who would dare to strike a witch of your caliber and standing? Roderick Burgess no doubt, he had no shortage of gall and greed.
Your guards figured out early on that you and Dream did not like each other. You two squabbled with your eyes and facial expressions, well you mouthed off to him in a one sided conversation for Dream never said a word… but you appeared to understand each and every twitch of facial muscle the Endless made. It was rather impressive and yet, Burgess got nothing he demanded from Dream. He still got his power from you, yes, he never failed to siphon that… but get Dream to obey his demands? Absolutely not.
After your last shouting match you had purposefully squirmed yourself around so you were cramped against the glass with your back to the Endless. You were refusing to look at him and the Endless refused to acknowledge your presence. Gods the Endless annoyed you to the core! Why did you have to be trapped in this stupid cage with him, it was driving you insane!! You growled under your breath and slumped further against Dream’s hard shoulder. Superficial arsehole.
The years had come and go, and after nearly a decade of being trapped with him, your digs at each other had slowly ebbed. Boredom, of course, was on the forefront. But you spent a lot of time with what little magic Burgess left you with maintaining your body so you didn’t waste away to a skeleton. You had already lost a decent amount of weight, your hipbones were pronounced and the vertebrae of your spine were all very prominent. Even Dream found your state uncomfortable to look at, but with you constantly presenting your back in refusal to look at him he had nothing else to look at. You were counting the number of times the guard threw a ball against the side of the stone wall when Roderick came down for his monthly siphoning.
The elderly man, not having aged a day since summoning Dream, strode into the room and settled his eyes on you. You were back to being a sullen and pouting wench, subdued by your current predicament. But he knew that at the drop of a hat you’d turn into a fiery hellcat and spit crude insults at any who dared to gaze upon you. Your wicked side was merely laying in wait, slumbering. Burgess prepared himself for siphoning your magic, muttering the incantation beneath his breath for he had memorized it by now. With the spell activated, he walked to the edge of the summoning circle and stared at you.
Your shoulder jerked a little as the meager amount of magic you had regained flowed out of your body and to the mock wizard. Grunting as the strain of over siphoning made your limbs twitch you hunched in place and struggled to grasp at what magic you could keep for yourself. Not much, regretfully. Your fingers clenched against the skin of your chest, for the pain you felt there was not new to you but still just as uncomfortable as it was the first time he’d stolen your magic.When the last few embers of your magic floated free from your soul and traveled into Burgess’ chest, you let out a strained wheeze and slumped in a weak ball against the glass. How did you have any magic left to give now? Your weakness was making it hard for your body to recuperate the magic lost.
As you lay limp as a rag doll with labored breaths, trembling ever so slightly, Burgess turned his gaze to Dream. He had a deal for the Endless, surely Dream would be happier without you there to snarl and argue with him.
“I have a deal for you, Dream,” He spoke, cold eyes observing the Endless. He was sitting with his ankles crossed and arms hanging over his knees. He hadn’t moved from that spot in decades despite you squirming around next to him. Dream couldn’t help but raise his eyes to the mortal. What would he try to bargain with this time? “I will let the witch go, if you bring back my son.” Dream almost laughed at Burgess’ words. He’d release you if he brought his son back? That wasn’t happening, it would never happen. Even if Dream could bring his son back. A brief look of disgust flickered across Dream’s face and that was all the answer the mortal needed.
The Endless would let you rot next to him rather than do anything to help Burgess.
“You are positively the worst,” Your voice croaked from where you had your forehead pressed against cool glass. “I hope you know that Dream. The. Worst.” He’d take that over you getting a win in any day.
Something in the air had changed. It was a palpable feeling you’d woken up to this morning and it had kept you on edge since. Your boney back had leaned heavily into Dream’s shoulder as you looked upwards at the eaves overhead. Something was off. Something didn’t belong. You just didn’t know what. The dust that floated in the air vibrated with a different frequency, one that wasn’t of this world. If only you weren’t so weak you could have pinpointed out what it was! Despite your uncertainty of what was going on, you decided to voice your thoughts since the guards post was empty.
“Something has changed.” Your words brought Dream out of his internal thoughts. His eyes opened and he stared ahead at the empty guards table. Nothing appeared to be different, but your senses had always been exceptional. Even with you in a weakened state. He said nothing, of course, but silently acknowledged your words. Now on alert, Dream scanned the empty basement slowly. Nothing was out of place. The something fluttering at the gate to the room caught his attention.
Like a beacon of light, Jessamy wormed her way through an opening in the wrought iron and perched on it, heading cocking side to side as she examined her Lord and Master in his glass cage. Of course she also noticed you laying limp next to him, but her concentration was on her master. The raven fluttered into the room and swooped up to the cage, banging herself and beak against thick glass to break it. Hope combined with happiness filled Dream’s face as he rose to his feet. You simply rolled your head to look up at Jessamy, glad that someone knew you were down in this decrepit basement.
Hope was beginning to bloom in your chest, for you hadn’t been this close to freedom since capture. But just as soon as that swelling feeling grew within your bosom it came crashing down. There was a loud crack that shattered Jessamy’s attempts to break the glass and before you knew it black and red was splattered against the cage. You gasped with a stricken sound catching in your throat. Oh gods, Jessamy… Alex Burgess was standing several paces behind with a gun raised. Your eyes burned because while you might have a particular distaste for her master, she was a good acquaintance. Now she was gone.
You watched as Dream slowly lowered himself back to the floor of the cage, unaltered shock plastered on his features. It was like he was still trying to process what had just happened. But his eyes… Oh you could see the tears quickly gathering and something within you cracked. Burgess came bursting into the room in a fit of rage, shouting at his son for potentially breaking the glass that kept you and Dream trapped. But you were entirely focused on Dream. You’d never seen him cry, you didn’t even think it was possible for an Endless to cry. But the devastation on his face wasn’t a fluke or a trick of the light, tears were flooding his lashes and his nose was beginning to run.
Even the great Dream of the Endless was capable of ugly crying? You were moving before you even realized what you were doing.
Boney arms reaching for the Endless, you pulled him to you and tucked his face away from prying eyes. Your fingers absentmindedly found themselves stroking his midnight hair while you began murmuring several death rites for Jessamy. She had been an exceptional companion to Dream and clearly the Endless had cared for her. She hadn’t deserved to be killed in such a way. Mid rites, you felt Dream shift within your arms and thought that he might lash out at you for daring to touch him so intimately… but rather than do as expected he leaned into your embrace in a slump.
You nearly started crying yourself the moment you felt his tears drip onto your skin. He’d never been this vulnerable in front of you before. No, you were sure that he’d never been this vulnerable ever. You ought to be happy to be experiencing something so rare, or even happy that he was hurting after all the social destruction he’d caused you… but all you could feel was pain in your heart because it had only come because of a death. The basement which had always been cold, damp, and dark, was now a tomb marred with blood and death. You found that you hated the way Dream trembled within your arms, and for each tear he shed, your hatred for the Burgess’ grew.
Burgess’ death had ben anticlimactic and incredibly disappointing. You had wanted him to burn for thousands of years for the pain and anguish he had caused Dream, and for his imprisonment of you. He’d gotten off far too easily dying from just a head injury. He deserved so much worse. So much worse. It was your only hope that he had ended up in hell where he belonged. You would have looked on the bright side if Alex hadn’t decided on taking over his fathers job siphoning your magic.
He feared that you’d grow to powerful if left unchecked.
Your lack of magic was beginning to seriously take a toll on your body. Without a steady source of magic to supplement the nutritional intake you’d normally have, your body was taking muscle and fat from you. If Dream thought seeing the vertebrate more pronounced was disturbing, it was nothing compared to your entire spinal column. That’s why you’d gone back to sitting side by side with him, to hide just how depleted your body was becoming after over a decade of imprisonment. You often rested your head on his shoulder when fatigue overtook you and were lucky that t he Endless allowed such a thing. With tiredness ruling within your mind and body, you decided to close your eyes for just a moment to rest them.
The grounds of the witch trials greeted your eyes, and a sharp tingle of fear ran up your spine for but a moment. Even after two centuries had gone by, the memories of your experience at the hands of the crazed people and witch hunters still haunted you. You still had the brand of the christian cross upon your shoulder. The old mark burned in memory and your rubbed your shoulder as it ached. Sometimes when the memories were strong enough you could swear you smelled the scent of your flesh burning as the red hot iron cross was pressed into your flesh. Your eye twitched.
Why were you having this dream? Why were you remembering these horrors now?
Refusing to look at the gallows where the noose swung ominously, you turned in the direction of your old home. After crossing the ocean on a colony ship, you’d taken to assisting the local doctor. Many colonists fell sick after making the voyage and you had faithfully tended to and nursed them back to health. You had given the Salem community nothing but kindness and what had you gotten in return? The witch trials. The people you had come to care for and love, had turned on you in a blink of an eye.
Technically speaking, you were a witch. But never in all your years of living had you ever considered using your magic to do harm. Why would you wish to uproot and ruin the happy life you had? Nonetheless you had been branded a witch (literally), and set to hang with the other ‘guilty’. You were the only witch in Salem.
You found yourself in your small home, everything exactly as you remembered. Your basket of medical supplies sat by the door, the hearth with its pot hanging above waiting to be used for dinner, your bed. You touched the threadbare blanket. It was just as scratchy as you remembered, but it had kept you warm. Your hand went to the rough fabric of the waistcoat you wore. You’d forgotten how hot it was to wear the full outfit. So you began stripping yourself of the thick materials, your waistcoat going first, then your dress. Now just standing in your simple shift, you let your hair down from its tightly pinned position and shook it out.
“Can’t say I enjoyed the rigid customs but life was quite peaceful for a time,” You mused to yourself, exiting your old home and heading to the nearby river. On Saturdays the women of Salem always did the laundry for the week and during the summer months it was nice to cool off in the water. This dream was making you feel hot and a nice cool down with a dip in the river sounded nice. Your feet followed the path to the river on automatic, even after over two hundred years you still knew it like the back of your hand.
The river was cold. It always had been. But it was a nice break from the heat you felt. The ends of your shift were rapidly soaked and pressed against your skin as you sloshed further into the river. It was funny how even the rocks at the bottom of the crystal water still looked exactly the same. Walking until you were waist deep, you shifted a few stone not he river bottom with your foot. It was strange that you were in a dream. Dream had been locked in a subdued and moroseful state that hadn’t changed since Jessamy’s death. You hadn’t had a dream since then, so why were you having one now?
“Best not to question and simply enjoy,” You stated pragmatically before dunking yourself beneath the water. Floating for a few moments beneath the chilly water, you let yourself relax and just stay hunched in place. The current were you were was fairly weak so you didn’t have to use much effort staying in one place. Standing back up, you pushed your hand over your wet hair. While you were observing the fading sun on the horizon, the dream around you shuddered for a moment. Then the sun disappeared and the entire dream darkened to nightmare.
Your head swirled to the land behind you which the disturbance had originated, and you saw a thunderous looking Dream standing behind you. What had gotten his knickers in a twist? This was your dream, what could you possibly dream of that would make him so upset?
“Dream, you’re disturbing the peace,” You quietly announced, attempting a soft pointer given his rather fragile state. His glowing eyes flickered for a few moments, then faded back to starry blue and the dream returned to its normal. As the summer heat returned, you observed the being closer to figure out what had caused him to go all ‘Endless’ on you in a dream. He still looked enraged, barely containing it behind his pretty blue eyes, his jaw locked, even his fists were clenched. “Dream?” You prompted him again, hugging your arms around your body because you were as good as naked in front of him and unlike he, you did care about people seeing your naked body.
His lashes flickered and eyes narrowed.
“You never spoke of bodily harm,” His voice came out rasping and deep, echoing the emotional turmoil you could feel and see. What was he talking about? Your apparent confusion to his words only made the Endless scowl at you. “The mark upon your shoulder, Maga,” He growled darkly, stepping closer to the rivers edge. “You never spoke of them hurting you.”
Your mind went blank as you processed his words. He was… angry that you’d been hurt? Well he wasn’t just angry at this point. He was enraged at the idea. Your face screwed up some and you half turned in place so your neck wasn’t screeching at you for the unnatural strain you were causing it.
“There was no need. You stopped my hanging, what more did you need to know past that?” You questioned, still very confused about why he would be so upset by the mark of an injury that had happened over two hundred years ago. It had long since healed. For some reason Dream got angrier at your words. Once more he took more steps, closing in on the river. “You didn’t even need to stop them from hanging me in the first place. Why would I tell you about them branding me?”
Dream’s eye twitched as he furiously questioned in his mind why you hadn’t informed him of what the morals had done to you.
“They hurt you,” He reiterated, stressing out the word hurt like it would explain his reasoning to be upsetto you. It did not, but you didn’t want to pick a fight with him when you had been on such cordial terms with him.
“It was over two centuries ago, Dream,” You answered him, resting your hands against your chest and looking own at your fingers. You remembered how bloody they had been after being beaten by the towns people. “I’ve long since put that in my past.”
It seemed that no matter what you told the Endless, he was still very upset over the fact that you had been hurt in the witch trials... so you decided to shift the conversation because the breeze was making you chilled.
“If you wouldn’t mind, Dream, would you please turn around?” You asked, looking down at your wet body. The white shift was still very much see-through. Dream titled his head to the side, his face telling you that he didn’t understand why you were asking for such a thing. “My shift is wet and very much see though at the moment.”
Dream didn’t understand why you should ever feel the need to be self conscious over your naked body but did as you asked. When his back was to you, you sloshed your way back towards the rivers edge. Once there, you carefully stepped towards the path leading back to your home. However, Dream heard you heading away from him and promptly turned around.
“You asked me to turn around and then design to sneak off?” He questioned, eyes boring into your back and lingering on the branded cross on your shoulder. You froze in step.
“I am in my shift that is currently see through, Dream,” You reminded him stiffly. “I’m not in presentable attire to be speaking with you at the moment. If you wish to continue conversation you are going to have to wait until I am dressed accordingly.”
Dream, while having innumerous patience, simply could not find the ability to be so at the moment and strode up to you, coat in hand. He dropped it around your shoulders and continued walking towards your home.
“We will be finishing this conversation whether or not you believe yourself to be in presentable clothing.” He stated, striding confidently ahead. You stared agape at his back, fingers clutching the star laden coat around your shoulders. Finishing this conversation? You still didn’t understand why he was so upset over a brand you’d gotten two hundred years prior, but followed him nonetheless.
It was nice to just talk with Dream of the Endless, rather than fight.
Holding up a facade of okay health had taken every bit of your concentration. What magic that ran thorough your blood now went entirely to preserving your life the best it could. You stopped counting the years after fifty. It was pointless as Alex was so fearful of what Dream would do should he let the Endless out, that there was zero hope of you getting out of your cage. So you just stuck to developing a non aggressive relationship with Dream, and it was… nice. More than nice actually. You got to see the other side of the Endless you hadn’t seen before.
It had to have been a century by the time Alexander Burgess made his last visit to the decrepit basement of Fawny Rig. He was old, frail, and nothing like the youthful boy who had murdered Jessamy. You knew he’d spent most of his life tormented by the knowledge that you and Dream sat in this cage in the basement of his home. A bitter satisfaction came from that knowledge, and yet, you couldn’t help but pity the man for being so weak. Overshadowed by his older brother to the very end. A fitting ending for the Burgess lineage.
As Alex spoke his last word and sat back down in his wheelchair, Paul began to push him away from the cage. Less than a second went by and you felt a massive ripple of power run through you. You jerked where you sat, holding in the gasp that wanted to crawl from your throat, and looked at Paul. He was looking back at you, and then at the ground. Following his gaze, your eyes widened when you spotted the clear break in the circle binding both you and Dream in place. Gods above. Your eyes didn’t shift back to Paul’s as he wheeled Alex out. A broken circle meant that Dream had a grasp on his power, a broken circle meant that you could use your own magic outside of your body!
A tremble began in your body as you forced yourself to remain calm and silent. Nearly 110 years of captivity and freedom was within your grasp because of Paul? You knew that Dream could also feel the change in your captivity, the muscles you could feel against your body had gone rigid the moment the circle had been broken. He knew he had his chance and without a doubt would be taking it. Hunching in a ball, you began murmuring all the incantations for low level teleportation magic. You didn’t know if you had enough magic to complete even an entry level spell, but you’d take which ever spell got you out of this place.
While you were concentrating, you felt the sands of Endless magic caressing your skin. Then gunshots and yelling, glass shattering, one of your spells activated and your eyes flickered open in triumph. Fingers clasped tightly together, the last you saw of Fawny Rig was unconscious guards and the glowing aura of a seething Endless. You’d never seen him so angry, so enraged. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in and your mind echoed one thought and one thought only: run.
Date Published: 10/5/23
Last Edit: 10/5/23
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‘You Ain’t Shy, Don’t Lie’
Summary: Austin Butler x Reader // You decide to try something new and surprise your boyfriend with a special request.
Warnings: NFSW 18+ only, thigh riding, smut with little to no plot, titty play, dirty talk, tickling, established relationship, language, fluff, bad puns.
Word count: 2k
Authors note: Welcome to my Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober, where I write one prompt each week of October. Thanks to @chestharrington for the great idea and for putting it together! I knew I couldn't commit to writing one fic each day, so this seemed like the perfect way to participate. Special thanks to @prompted-wordsmith for agreeing to write me a sentence prompt for each kink I chose 🩵 And thanks to Elvis who definitely messed with me while I was writing it and tried to get me to call Austin’s *ahem* “Coco” - just like we call his 🤭
Kink #1: Thigh riding
Prompt (via @prompted-wordsmith): “C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to.”
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Austin is drained after a long day of meetings, but when he walks in the front door to find you curled up on the couch, looking as cozy as he’s ever seen you, all of his exhaustion seems to just melt away. Glasses on and hair thrown up in a messy bun, wearing your favorite oversized Journey tee and fuzzy socks, you’re a sight for sore eyes, and it feels like he’s coming home in more ways than one. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and grinning like an idiot until you finally notice he’s there, looking up to return his smile.
“Hey you,” you say, setting aside your copy of Persuasion and stretching, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. You expect him to be sitting down beside you by the time you look up at him again, but he’s still just holding up the doorframe like it’s his job, his long and lean body casually slouched, his eyes dancing with a sort of mischief. You stick out your bottom lip, pouting a little, and make grabby hands at him. He chuckles and launches out of the doorway and towards you so quickly you don’t have time to prepare before he’s on top of you, tickling you without mercy. You squeal and thrash, trying to wiggle out from underneath him, but his long fingers dig into your ribs relentlessly. You can’t stop giggling long enough to get a word in edgewise but you do manage to wrap your legs around his waist and slide to the floor, dislodging his attack for a split second, which you use to crawl away from him, holding up a couch pillow in defense.
“Hey,” you say breathlessly. “Hey now, is that any way to treat someone who has a surprise for you?” Your hair has fallen out of its bun and hangs loosely around your shoulders, your eyes sparkle with laughter and your cheeks have the prettiest pink tint to them - Austin thinks you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen.
“Mmm…is that right, baby? You planning on giving me something extra special to end this day on a really good note?” He starts to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, his blonde curls mussed and standing on end after your tussle. He looks like the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but bite your lip to keep from laughing.
“Mm hmm…be a good boy, now, and you’ll get your treat.” His face flushes crimson and you stand, holding out your hand to him. He grabs it without hesitation, letting you pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. His hands are on your hips, squeezing gently and he whips you around the moment you’re near the bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You feel how excited he is already and your hands move grab his ass, pulling him closer to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving to your neck, starting to nibble softly there with his teeth. You let out a low whimper, your breath leaving your body in a rush as you melt into his touch and he feels you start to squirm a little against him. He smiles into your neck as he continues to kiss and nibble gently at the sweet spot just below your ear that he knows sends electric sparks shooting through your body.
“Babe,” you pant, and it takes everything in you to pull away, “the surprise…” He groans at the loss of contact but keeps his hand firmly planted on your hips. He cocks an eyebrow curiously at you, his mouth curving into a half-smile, his blue eyes deepening a shade darker to navy, his pupils already blown wide.
“It’s…actually two-fold, this surprise. So, first of all…” You take a step back, out of his reach, and grasp the edge of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head to reveal a new lingerie set. A sheer black bra and panties, edged with lace, cling to your curves and you bite your lip as you wait for his reaction. His eyes go wide as he takes you in, from head to toe and back again. You see his chest heave, drawing your eyes to that little bit of chest hair peeking out through his open collar and suddenly you need him naked. You almost forget that he hasn’t said anything yet.
“You are so goddamn sexy, babe,” Austin breathes as he closes the distance between you again, grinning as he looks at you and moves to kiss your lips, letting the passion slowly build as he kisses you languidly. His fingers brush across the silky skin of your back, making you shiver and he lets out a groan of pleasure as his hands begin to roam the soft curves and smooth skin of your body, like he can see you better if he feels you.
“You like it?” Your voice is expectant and a little breathless.
“Like it? Sweetheart, I love it. You're so fucking beautiful…and I'm gonna to show you just how much I like it right now...” His head dips to lick a long stripe up your throat and your breath catches. You grab onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.
“Babe, can we try something tonight?” You whisper, ducking your head a little. “I was thinking…that is I…want to…” you trail off, suddenly a little shy.
“You want to what, babe? You can tell me.” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts your chin with his finger, causing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Well…I think…” you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him down onto it gently to where he’s leaning against the headboard. “You’re here…and…bend this leg for me?” you say, tapping his right leg, and he obeys, bending it up and placing his foot flat on the bed. “And I want to…” you stop, suddenly shy again.
“You want to what, shy girl? Go on, whisper it in my ear.” Austin smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, causing you to lean over him, your ample chest in his face. You blush and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I want to ride your thigh…” you bite your lip and pull away, looking at him expectantly. Austin feels the air leave his body for just a moment and his heart starts to beat a little bit quicker. The blush on your cheeks and your timid smile, in contrast with the almost sinful lingerie you have on, does something to him.
“C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to,” he murmurs as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls you in for a heated kiss, grabbing some of your hair in his hands and pulling lightly. You moan and start to unbutton his shirt, as his hands make quick work of his pants. You help him shed his clothing until he’s naked and in position again, his cock straining and standing at attention. You can’t help but lean down to plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip and it waggles in appreciation. You giggle and his cheeks color slightly.
“One more thing,” you say with a chuckle.
“Ok, pretty girl, name it,” he says with laughter in his voice as well.
“Well…I know how much you love my ass. And I was thinking…what if I faced away from you? And we can watch each other in the mirror….” you trail off. Instead of a verbal answer, Austin just growls and pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling his thigh and facing away from him, settling his hands on your hips and leaning in to trail little kisses across your back.
“My inventive girl. I'm going to love seeing you this way.” His hands travel up from your hips and grab onto your breasts as he gently pinches your nipples, making you gasp and grind down on his thigh a little. “And seeing you watching me as I watch you...” He bites your shoulder and you grab onto his knee to steady yourself. Austin starts to kiss and nibble your back, his hands sliding up and down your body as he slowly makes his way to your hips again. He grips them tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You let a breath out as you feel his firm thigh beneath you, already pressing against your sensitive clit. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and a heated look passes between you. His face is filled with anticipation and he can see the pleasure you're already feeling.
“Alright, my princess, let's have some fun,” Austin says as he looks at you in the mirror, kissing your earlobe and nibbling that spot just below it to send a jolt through your body. You moan a little as you start to move on his thigh, the friction sending a shockwave through you. You’ve already soaked through the sheer panties you’re wearing, the wetness of the thin material only adding to your pleasure. Austin let’s his eyes travel down your body, stopping at your breasts as he moves his hands to cup them, kneading gently before slipping his fingers inside your bra, toying with your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He pulls your heavy breasts out of the bra completely, gripping one in each of his large hands. Your head arches back and you slide down his thigh, pressing harder, the slickness from your arousal easing your way.
You look at Austin in the mirror, his face clouded with lust and watching yours intently, his hands on your breasts, his hot breath panting heavily in your ear. Your eyes travel to your own face and are surprised to see how fucked out you look - your face is flushed, brows drawn together in concentration and your mouth parted wantonly. Something about seeing you and Austin entwined like this in the mirror sends a rush through you and you start to speed up your movements.
“That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Ride me good and hard. Put me away wet, just how I like it. Leave your cum smeared all over me. Soak me,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers pinching your nipples harder and that’s all you need to break apart, to push yourself that last little bit until you feel the familiar wave crest and wash over you as you come, squeezing your thighs together against his. Austin’s hands keep you from falling forward. Instead, he hauls you back again his chest, settling you in his lap as his arms wrap around you and your head rests on his shoulder, catching your breath.
“Jesus. Austin. That was…” you can’t finish your thought, still coming down from your high.
“Incredible,” he finishes for you, kissing your temple and smoothing the hair back from your forehead. “You trickster, you. Bet you had this whole thing planned, right down to the book you were pretending to read when I got home.” He squeezes your waist lightly, making you jump a little.
“Hey,” you say indignantly, “I never joke about Jane Austen.” You grin at him in the mirror. “But I’m glad I could surprise you, baby. End your day on thigh note,” you tease. He groans at your bad joke.
“Just for that, missy, looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” he whispers in your ear, before flipping you over on the bed, pinning you down and tickling you right in your ticklish spot. You yelp and giggle, but there’s no getting away this time.
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Kinktober Week 4 - Overstimulation
Fandom: FNAF SB
Pairing: Sun x Reader x Moon
Wordcount: 669 words
Tags: fingering, overstimulation, punishment
Summary: After you’ve forgotten to tell your animatronic lovers you had the week off, both of them decide you need punishment for your forgetfulness.
You groaned as the lights went back on. Moon had been in a frisky mood, and as soon as he had spotted you in the empty daycare, just here to say hi after one of you security rounds, he had pulled you somewhere out of sight to touch you all over. And it hadn't even started cute like he sometimes would initiate with some kisses, some hugging, maybe even some teasing tickling, no he went straight for his prize; your pants and underwear were down as soon as he had pulled you to a safe spot.
"Good day to you too, Moon," you said as you realised you were now naked from the waist down, Moon hovering over you with a shit eating grin, and fingers at the ready.
"Naughty little Star," he giggled, voice edged with his signature growl, "When were you going to tell me and Sun that you had the last week off?"
Oh, that's what you had forgotten. You were a 100% certain you had told Sun at least once, but he might've been in the middle of wrangling some kids, and you had told yourself you'd tell him properly when he'd be able to actually listen to you. And then you'd completely forgotten.
"I did," you squeaked, but didn't sound very persuasive as Moon already had one finger wriggling inside of you. "Moon, you're really-"
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Moon sang, thrusting one long finger in with every word. "For forgetting and lying I'm now going to punish you."
And what a punishment it was. First you were unsure how him fingering you could be punishment, until you were so close to the edge and you suddenly feared he was going to deny you your orgasm. He didn't. With a growl he told you to come, and you gasped as you did, realising with fear he wasn't stopping his rough thrusting. His other hand had found itself under your shirt, kneading your boobs as he growled against the skin of your thighs. Sharp teeth just rubbing against the skin as his tongue came out to lick up against your outer lips.
"That's one. Can you keep count for me, Sweetling?"
And it hadn't stopped at that one, or the one after that, you were already sobbing in the minutes it took for the lights to come back on, sticky and sore as Moon had brought you over the edge quite some times. Relief flooded you as the lights sprung on, but Moon's giggle and the little wave he did promised you more to come. At least being with Sun would grant you some relief from Moon's pleasure turned torture, or so you thought.
You quickly realised that was not the case as Sun came out, pout in his voice so evident you could've sworn his permanent smile had turned into a frown.
"Sun, I really told you," you mumbled desperately, weak from Moon's onslaught, and so ready for a little break, but Sun wouldn't hear it.
"I can't remember, Sunflower, and therefore it never, ever happened. My memories are perfect, you know?" He wiggled his fingers, still slick from your juices, inspecting them briefly before pushing you back down onto the little nest that you were in.
“Please, Sunbun, I need to get back to doing my rounds, my job-“
“Can wait,” Sun interrupted, almost sounding mean when he pressed his cool fingers against your clit that was still throbbing and swollen. “Moon had his chance to punish you, and now it’s my turn. It’s only fair!” He leaned down to give you a peck on the lips, but his sweetness was offset by the rubbing of his fingers over your body, telling you he was still being strict with you. Punishment far from over.
His long fingers slipped inside, and you sobbed as you felt you body respond instantly. And really, for all your complaining this was the best kind of punishment you could’ve wished for. It was going to be a long night.
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F🔪CK AROUND & FIND OUT
pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (she/her) reader
warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, mdni; dark smut themes, bargaining, life/death scenario, noncon/dub-con, hair pulling, knife play, predator & prey, oral, penetration, degradation kink, choking, etc.
inspiration: @chestharrington's lazy ghoul's kinktober → week three: anonymous sex
word count: ~4.5k
note: y'all thought i'd get through a kinktober without my mans?! naaaahhh; note note ~ please check out the warnings & take care of yourself, the pairing is 18+ & based on my version of eddie "ghost face" munson
note note note ~ ~ a lil'borrow from @munsonify's delicious moodboard
“You locked your door, right?”
A swift roll of your eyes and your hand reaches for the dead bolt. The lock clicks to the left as you tuck your phone between your cheek and shoulder, landing your back against the front door.
“Jenny, it’s locked,” you mumble between chews of your gum. “I don’t know why you’re taking this whole serial killer thing seriously. The police aren’t talking about it.” Your voice dwindles on as you await common sense to fill your best friend.
“Hmph.”
“Oh, come on! It’s just a story,” you groan out. Annoyance filled to the brim. “I heard the fraternity boys make a story every year. No one’s going around killing people on Halloween.”
A sigh comes clear through the other line. You don’t understand how your friend could hear the story and be genuinely terrified. The first time you heard the story, you laughed at its bullshit. The simple coincidence of the twentieth anniversary of the Hawkin’s Diner Massacre and now somehow the serial killer returns? Bull.
“Still, you shouldn’t be alone,” she whines. “And missing your first Halloween on campus is unforgivable.”
“Ooo, add it to the list,” you taunt. “Adios weirdo!” You chuckle to yourself while crashing back onto the couch. You swing your legs over the armrest as your head is carried by a stack of decorative pillows. “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop tomorrow. We can talk about how we survived the night.”
Jenny scoffs before adding, “Alright, bye loser.” A smile sprawls across your face as you hang up the phone. Not a single care in the world before gently dropping it on the carpet beside you.
You quickly reach out to the coffee table. Fingers curl around the plastic of the remote. As your thumb hovers over the “on” button, you hear a scratching sound from down the hallway. You roll your eyes, another round of annoyance before you can rest and watch your sitcoms.
“Pablo!” you call out. “I just took you out 15 minutes ago.” Pablo, the poodle, doesn’t care in the slightest if you finally got to sit down - he needs to go.
Slumping your body off the couch, you groan and gripe while stomping down the hallway. Halfway through the creaking wooden floor, you can’t help but notice your cute, little pup wasn't meeting you in the kitchen doorway like usual.
With a voice filled with confusion, you call out, “Pabs, come here boy!”
You cross the kitchen doorway, landing your bare feet against the cold tiled floor. You hear his familiar patter against the wood as he rushes to meet you. You expect him to come through the dining room’s doorway, but the soft noise comes from behind. You slowly turn to see him back at the end of the hallway, staring you down from the living room.
Panic rips through you as you hurriedly twist your body to look at the door. Between the boxed window panes, you see a white glistening mask smile back at you as a black robed arm reaches for the door knob. You watch as it knob twists and turns, back and forth.
Without wasting a second, you rush around the corner. Feet slamming upon the floor as you feel your heart beating hard against your chest. Your hand reaches for the railing before swinging up the staircase.
Five steps in and you hear glass shatter. All you cared about was getting to your parent’s room, to the walk-in closet, to the safe beneath your father's shoe rack, to the shotgun already loaded and waiting for you. Cortisone seeps into your bloodstream. Your heart races, spreading the hormone thick and true throughout your body. You can feel your chest heaving, breaths filled with both sobs and exhaustion.
You can hear bundled steps, hurried and frantic behind you, but you’ve only gotten to your parent’s bedroom. You rush through, slamming the closet door back against the dresser. Your fingers dance, twisting the dial as you struggle to see through your tears.
Quick to the right and you hit the number 10, turning it back you hear the click of the safe once reaching 78. You can also hear him coming, but you desperately try to push that from your mind. Push away those muffled steps rushing against the carpet as he enters the bedroom. You turn the dial once more, all you need is the number 3, it's right there - you’re so close…
The black cloaked attacker digs their fingers into the top of your scalp, pulling against strands of your hair until you are on the other side of the closet. Your eyes return back to the ghostly face already splattered with blood across its chin.
Your eyesight becomes blurry as tears begin to flood your cheeks. Your body cowers into itself, knees up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You hesitantly peer from your knees to see the shine of a knife reflecting your face.
“Please!” you scream with your hands covering your face.
You tremble beyond your fingers to see that the serrated knife has paused right before your face. The blade is only an inch or two from your eyes. Death, a mere second away and you can do nothing.
The blackened form has now kneeled beside you. A frightening mask beaming its smile at you with a curious tilt of its head. “Please!” you plead. “I just … just tell me what you need! Is it money? W-we have money!”
The person behind the mask groans as they slam the knife into the carpet right beside your left foot. You yelp, squeezing into yourself. Your body trembling, terrified to move - to upset them in any way.
“It’s all about money with you people isn’t it?!”
The voice is alarmingly loud. It’s textured, deep in timbre, and slightly familiar. The man, undoubtedly so, leans into your face. He pulls the knife between you both causing another round of tears to fall like a river against your pinking cheeks.
The tip of the knife is pressed into your chin, guiding it up as it tickles against your neck. “There’s no amount of money that will save you now, little girl,” he whispers eerily. The blade digs into your chin, cutting against your flesh.
“Please,” you sob out. “Don’t kill me. God, please!”
“God can’t help you now.”
“Please! I’ll do anything. Please,” you cry. Your hand hesitantly reaches for his groin. Offering the man the last thing you could give, the last thing you could imagine he would want.
But he just watches you.
His mask digging against his chest as he peers down at you. Tears still falling through your lashes, you grab a tighter hold of the mass beneath his black jeans. You apply light pressure, only being firm in pulsating bursts. You can feel him hardening beneath you. It is enough leeway that you gain the courage to raise your eyes up to his masked face.
Struggling to speak, the words fall out broken and breathy. “Anything…” The ghostly mask is slow and steady as it tilts its head to the right. His hand violently falls to your wrist, pulling your hand from him.
You stare at him with horror in your eyes. This is it. He’s going to kill you. His grip tightens painfully around your wrist. You’ve tried everything. There’s nothing left to do…
“Anything?” He says as he rips your arm up. You stand, yelping in pain as he throws your arm back against the wall. He whispers, “Do you want it?” His dark, sunken eyes bare into you. There’s nothing there. They are empty, devoid of life and yet, it asks if you want it…
“Yes,” you blurt.
The ghost pushes against you, pinning you against the wall as he slides into the space beside your neck. You can feel the plastic of the mask pull at strands of your hair. You can hear a sniff as he gently raises off the chin of the plastic and rests a thick, warm tongue against your skin. You quiver as you feel his slick swarm up to your earlobe.
Your hand reaches for something, anything to get him off of you. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. You can feel your hairs prickle to their ends as you squeeze your eyes close. Your fingers brush against a hardened surface, hard and leathery. You feel the thick platform of one of your mother’s heels. Your fingers wrap around it before you can think.
Whack!
You hit it over his head, causing him to fumble and fall beside you. You take the opportunity to run out of the closet without skipping a beat. Your dad always told you to have a baseball bat under your bed - hopefully he follows through on his own advice. You fall to your knees and dig under your father’s side of the bed. You feel the curve of the wood at your fingertips, the joy in knowing that you were almost free from this horror show.
Just for your attacker’s hands to tangle into your hair again and knock you back harshly against your elbows. He crouches down in front of you, holding his hand flush against your neck as he squeezes between his thumb and index finger. Your body unsure of whether to prioritize your breathing or the sobs rising from your chest.
“I only want someone who wants it,” he growls. He takes a breath before continuing in a softer voice, “So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want it?”
You pause to seriously consider the notion. Are you really about to give yourself, wholly, to someone you don’t know? Some freak behind a mask? Someone who just held a knife against your throat? And why does this sound oddly familiar to the beginning of your favorite porno?
“Is that the only way I’ll get out of here alive?”
The masked man laughs maniacally. A laugh that seems almost eerily familiar. Not the laugh of someone in her life now, but of someone from her past.
“Fuck around and find out.”
His words haunt you. It sends shivers down your spine. It creates a vomit inducing whirlwind in the pit of your stomach. What are you about to do…
“Yes, I want it,” you mutter under your breath with eyes glued to the carpet before you.
“On your knees.”
With a trembling lip, you push off of your elbows and land upon your knees. You place your hands in your lap as you see him move in your peripherals. Only then do you grow the courage to raise your gaze.
With his back turned, he slowly pulls down the black cloak wrapped around his body. With each tug of the cloth, a new area of skin is exposed. A skin that is pale, almost like he hasn’t seen the light of day.
He bends over to crash his knife against your parent’s bedside table. His body is thin, but muscular around the hips. Little dimples shining back at you just above his waist. A solid black line tattooed thick and a foot long curved around his ribcage. Little small indents between each and every rib.
He turns around with a swift twist and your eyes pull from him, fearful of the white, distorted face. You can see that he still keeps that mask on, even though you know what he’s about to have you do. One of the most intimate things you can do with a person and you won’t even see his face.
He rushes to grab the knife, seemingly upset with your wandering gaze. He pushes the tip against your chin once more, forcing your eyes upon him. He stands before you, sunken in forward-hanging hips. His chest is riddled with tattoos, filled with frightening spiders and demons that have you wondering exactly who you are kneeling before. His knife guides you closer to his crotch.
“Take them off,” he whispers, a new and terrifying voice.
Your hands slowly reach for his belt. He huffs with satisfaction as he abruptly pulls the knife from you, dropping it back against the table. You keep your eyes on the patch of hair trailing down his lower stomach.
Your body moves, detached and robotic, as you grab hold of the belt’s tongue. You push it back, unhooking it from its buckle. The black, tight textured leather pushes slightly off the tips of your fingers. Your lips begin to quiver as you pull the belt around his waist and his hips draw further forward.
You can see how his abdomen shifts with each breath. Shuddered and quick, almost like he wasn’t able to catch enough air. Was he nervous too?
With delicate hands, you twist the button through his black jeans. You can hear a weak exhale as the denim opens and spreads against the growing mass beneath. The heat resonates off of it and you begin to feel dizzy.
His breath is officially shaky and loud. Your fingers slowly curve around the band of his dark red boxers. There, you can see where the happy trail leads you. A light brown cloud of curls that makes you light headed and forces dirty, regretful thoughts to emerge. You pull just a little further, just to see a little more - just before his haunting grip wraps around your wrist once again.
“Ow,” you utter under your breath. This time you raise your eyes to him without hesitation. He stares back at you with a hand slowly floating to your face just before he presses his thumb against your lips. He is gentle, the first instance of soft touch, as he drags it across your mouth.
He quickly digs his thumb against your lower gum before pulling upon your lower lip. You let out a squeak, pain strikes your mouth as the tiny, little vein stretches between your gums and inner lip.
“Get this off, now.”
He rips his hand from your mouth, dropping your lip from his grasp. You run your tongue against your bottom lip, tasting the smallest bit of copper. You straighten up your back as you hook your fingers into his waistline. You tug his jeans and boxers, skinny and tight, down to his knees. He drops back onto the bed with legs wide and slightly bouncing as he shakes his pants down to his ankles.
You try to keep a straight face as you watch his cock flip back against his stomach. Swallowing hard, you place your hands at his upper thighs. You could feel him shuddering away from your touch. You were almost unsure if you were doing the right thing. If you had wildly misread the entire situation. Your eyes fall upon him, wanting some reassurance. He gives you a nod to continue.
You can feel yourself melting at the sight. A staff so incredibly stiff, standing at attention and waiting for your unholy lips to wrap around them. The warm pooling sensation tickling your clit feels sinful, feels wrong. Shouldn’t you be afraid?
And yet, you’re excited.
You catch yourself squeezing your knees tightly against each other. Your fingers rest at his base, feeling the firm vein throb beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches with every touch. You can tell that he struggles to keep his knees wide enough for your tits to press into the mattress between them.
You lick your lips as your eyes ogle over his length. Your fingers wrap around it and can barely meet each other on the other side. Frankly, a part of you wondered if it would fit - if you’d be able to hold your breath long enough. The other part was excited for the challenge.
Your fingers slowly begin to explore the tight skin. To feel every crevice and try your best not to imagine it inside. You pull back against his foreskin, revealing the head beneath. There you could see the translucent bead of precum awaiting your drooling tongue.
Without hesitation, you press the flesh of your tongue against his slit. You soak up the salty surprise while involuntarily squeezing his base. You can feel him pulling away, almost as though he was pushing off the bed - but you had him right where you wanted him.
Your thumb brushes against his slit, begging for just one more drop. Your hips are flush against the side of the mattress.You can feel them begin to grind against its firmness, around the same time you lower your lips around its head.
A soft, little groan floats in the air between you. His breath hitching with each and every lick. His body quivering beneath you, begging you for more. He clears his throat, hiding his moans as he tenderly grinds his waist against you.
The ghost of a man digs into the mattress with all of his weight. His breath is hot and harsh. His legs and abdomen grow tense beneath you. Silence fills the air as you flick your tongue around his head. A soft gentle stroke against his base.
You hollow your cheeks, taking him in. Your body begins to crave it. The memories of what happened just before gradually begin to dissipate with each suck. All you know now is what is before you. A twitching rod that perfectly fills your mouth.
Your eyes close with lashes fluttering beneath furrowed brows. Your hand works in tandem with your swallowing mouth. Your other hand lightly rubbing a thumb against his \ sack. You can feel yourself digging against the mattress. Your grip tightening. Your body moving as a never ending wave.
Everything is working with each other. You lose yourself. You’re not thinking of anything but him. Anything but making those sweet little moans come back.
After taking in a harsh breath, he smacks his lips and entangles his fingers through your hair. He grips onto a bundle of strands, applying pulsating pulls that fit along with your throbbing cunt. “God, just like that,” he mewls. His own hips slowly growing in strength as he ruts against your face. The movement now afflicts him, as you both create an ongoing wave of pleasure.
Everything about who or what he is falls away.
“Shhhit, fucking shit.”
Your pressure becomes harder and faster in rhythm. Your teeth gently press against the curve of his head. Your fingers rub against his perineum, spreading circles as his body shakes and quivers. “J - Just like that, don’t fucking stop,” he yells out, practically cracking his voice.
But his grip suddenly turns harsh as he pulls against that bundle of hair. You hum in pain, but continue taking him in. Taking in as much as you can before gagging against his engorged cock. Any time you pull away, you can see the strands of saliva connecting you both.
“Don’t you fucking stop, you whore.”
Both hands are suddenly gripping harshly against the back of your head. His hips thrusting up, strong and forceful. You can hear yourself choking against him while struggling to breathe. He holds you there, pressed down until he rips you away. You fall back onto your elbows once more, completely knocked off balance and gasping for breath.
You are reminded of the danger once more. Of who you are with, but this time fear doesn’t strike your heart.
You drag the back of your hand against your swollen lips. He pushes off the mattress swift and smooth. His hands now digging against the bones of your hips. Once getting a good grip, he throws you face first against the sturdy bed. His entire body is hot against you.
You feel the knife cool against your skin, just before he hooks it up and rips a slit down your shirt. You can feel him hard against your shorts, beginning to fit against you like a key. Suddenly, you feel kisses upon your lower back. You raise your head, trying to grab a glimpse but his large hands smash your face against the mattress. A brutal, “No” rings through the air.
His fingers dig into your waistline, ripping the shorts off of you until you rest ass up and on your knees once again. His hands press against your inner thighs, pushing your knees farther apart while keeping you stable against the top of the bed. His hand grips against the curve of your ass, holding it tight before slapping the muscle and watching it bounce. You jerk at the sensation. A white hot feeling runs through your chest creating a floating sensation.
You want this, oh god, do you want this.
He rips each side of your panties without hesitation. His thumb flush against your freshly bare clit as he rubs little circles that cause eyes to roll back into your head. You moan against the blanket as you grind your hips backwards onto him. Little taunting circular motions, begging him for his dick.
He pushes a finger inside of you before laying his chest flush against your back. You gasp as you feel him curl against your g-spot. He leans into your ear and you can feel the flickers of soft hair against your upper back.
“Tight for daddy,” he coos in a way that makes you clench around his thick finger. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“I need your cock. Please, please,” your begs are genuine as you feel the tensing pressure of him tickling your bumpy spot. He pushes your head against the mattress with just the right amount of force.
“You can do better than that. Beg for it like you begged for your life.”
“Please, please. I’ll do anything. Please fuck me. It hurts, and I need you to make me feel better. Please you can’t leave me like this.” Your body is aggressively grinding back as you cry out for him, forcing his finger in and out of you with each of your movements.
You can feel his breath hitch as his other hand digs crescent shaped moons around your waist. “Good girl.” You hear the rip of a wrapper as you lean into your elbows. You wish you could be free, free of this clothing. It is unbearably hot. You wish you could see him, mask and all, just to have your tits exposed for him - for him to put them in his mouth.
Slowly, you feel pressure against your opening. His rather large head pushing, spreading your lips and soaking in your juices. Despite how delicate his hands are, he bottoms out within you in one solid swoop. Only the slightest bit of discomfort, seeing as he got you nice and wet before exploring your insides.
You scream, louder than you’ve ever allowed yourself to be with another person. A scream of pleasure. You can feel his hand thick against your spine as he props himself up by using you as a base. His thrusts are slow, dragging against every single part of your gummy walls.
“Fuuuucck,” he whimpers. “God, you feel so good.”
Gradually, his pacing becomes rapid and rampant. You can feel yourself almost giving in, giving in to the red hot of your body and wanting to watch from above. A level of pleasure that you have never reached before - now, never wanting to leave.
He falls against your back again with a hand now thickly entangled within your hair. He pulls you back, tilting your head to bring your face closer to his own. He bends down to whisper, “I need to hear you. I need everyone to hear you.”
His rhythm is quick and steady. It causes butterflies to flutter across your chest and down your arms. You cry out, fumbling the words, begging for more from your new god. God of sex, god of pleasure, god of ecstacy. How does he know exactly where to touch you to make your nipples harden and feel ripples of goose bumps across your skin? How could two bodies that have never touched before fit so perfectly into each other?
You lean back against his cock, sliding in and out of you. Forcing your opening to tighten even more, desperate not to let him go. “Oh - just like that. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you fucking stop doing that. God…” his voice drowns out.
Your entire body feels on fire. A pit in your stomach and you need to burst, but you couldn’t - not without him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiit,” you whine as you press your forehead against the mattress. “Harder!” You demand, and he does just that.
His hands grip around you, holding you right where he wants you before slapping you back harsh against his hip bones. Little bit of pain, but what’s pleasure without it? “Oh god, yes,” you cry out. Your voice whimpering as eyes roll to the back of your head. “God, fuck yes!”
He rips at your hair, pulling you back to look up to the ceiling as he fucks you silly. Your back arching against his sweaty chest. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth is gaping, begging for anything. Your hips rutting as he flickers deep within you. “Don’t stop - don’t you fucking stop,” he says with a quivering voice.
“I’m gonna - “ he yells out. “Oh, oh, god. Oh god.” His voice hitches at the very end, right when you feel him press harshly against your hips and hold you there. Your entire body begins to spasm. All dams now cracked and destroyed as your walls squeeze around him.
You can feel him twitching inside you, bursting with ecstasy. You can feel his hand at the base of your spine before he slowly pulls from you. You clench and gripe, not wanting him to leave - to just stay inside filling you with his cum.
As he pulls out of you, you roll over, feeling the warmth begin to drip down your bum. Hoping to catch just a glimpse but he is already facing the wall. Somehow the mask already on. He pulls up his jeans, resting them lazily against his hip bones. He reaches for his knife, holding it in his hand as he turns back to you.
“I won’t say anything,” falls from your lips faster than you’d like. You raise your hands to your side, taking quick breaths as nerves ripple throughout you. “If you promise to come back.” The words fall soft and sweet. You are completely genuine and, truly, not yet ready for him to leave.
Your masked murderer, now a new favorite fuck buddy. A dick worth dreaming about. A dick worth waiting for.
He rushes you, hand to neck, digging his hips into you. His knife shines beside your face as he twists it. The act no longer causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You lean into it, wanting him - all of him. He lightly drags it against your cheeks, down your jaw, neck, collar bone, leaving no marks in its place.
Once it hooks against the hem of your shirt, his hand grabs at your collar before slicing his knife down the middle of your shirt and revealing the bra beneath. You breath hitches, only slightly expecting to be killed on the spot, but now completely infatuated with how much he continues to surprise you.
With a swift clip, he swings his knife at the pretty little bow between the cups of your bra - revealing your nipples as the cloth falls past your waist. He drags the blade against your sternum before tracing circles around the flesh of your breast and nipples.
“I promise.”
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✧ ˚ · . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics + writer's own twists on the trope and werewolf lore, p in v sex, body fluids, biting/marking, dirty talk, an ooc/gentler side of billy hargrove, use of petnames, swearing, creampie,hints of a breeding kink have entered the chat. listen, if you don't like a/b/o fanfiction then it's for the best you don't read this because this is full of stuff present in the trope ; knotting, the mate bite, etc... writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ · .
prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet )
character | fandom - werewolf!alpha Billy Hargrove | stranger things
reader | original character - female reader, omega!reader & non -or vague, description.
words - roughly 2.3k
tagging - < taglist here >
✧ ˚ · . billy takes what belongs to him and you're happy to let him..✧ ˚ ·
The windows are starting to fog. Metallica is playing softly on the radio and you haven’t stopped kissing Billy Hargrove for hours. Parts of you realize that when -if, your mind corrects, you finally drag yourself home after it’s all done, your mother is most likely going to murder you. Even bigger parts of you have decided that maybe you just don’t give a damn. She made her choice and now, as you slip over the console and into Billy’s lap in the driver seat of his Camaro, you’re going to make yours and let the chips fall wherever they happen to.
Maybe the two of you will have a different ending than your mother and his father. If this was doomed to fail, it wouldn’t feel so right. You’re acting on instinct and your instinct tells you to choose Billy. Stick with that choice and don’t look back.
Billy groans as soon as he feels the heat of your wet little cunt pressed against the zip of his jeans. As soon as it clicks that you were only wearing a sweater that swallowed you whole and a pair of panties when he helped you break out of your bedroom earlier, he growls to himself and bucks up into you clumsily. There isn’t a thought in this boy’s brain but getting you naked and pinned beneath his body. Fucking you until you’re begging him to stop.
And he’s got a feeling about your little decision… If anybody ever even thinks they’re going to call to question which Alpha is your alpha in the future, he’ll fight to the death. Keep her close, she’s the only fucking person that’s ever chosen me and she did it barely knowing me. Just don’t let this fuck up.. She’s the only one I need now.
And he knows that it’s the wolf inside -and the intensity of the bond that’s about to be solidified, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to stop and overthink for the millionth time. Neil has to be wrong this time, he has to be.
What remains of Billy’s shattered heart depends on it.
You’re rocking yourself back and forth over the way his cock strains at his jeans and his head falls against the seat. ❝ Get in the backseat.❞ he growls out against the shell of your ear as you start to rub against him with more urgency. The smell of you as you get wetter and wetter has him hungry. Desperate.
Like he’s never wanted -or needed, something this much in his entire life. He’s giving up the fight, he knows he’ll never win if he were to keep trying.
You slip out of Billy’s lap and over the space between the seats and Billy’s right behind you, his muscular frame caging you in. He stares down at you hungrily, chest heaving as he tries to breathe properly. There’s excitement in the air, this feels different than his usual backseat trysts.
His heart is pounding so hard he can feel each steady beat in his ears. You’re pinned below him, trying to rub against him and keep body contact. His hand slips up the bottom of the oversized sweater and catches at the side of your panties, tugging them down. They’re tossed into the car somewhere from over his shoulder. You sit up and you’re thisclose to him, your hands grip either side of the red shirt he’s wearing, pulling it apart.
He chuckles quietly, the soft sounds of your mouths every single time they meet again just barely register under the current Metallica song that’s playing from his stereo. As you raise a hand to work the shirt off his body, he pushes your hand down instead, pulling off his own shirt.
Your hand shakes as it settles on the waistband of his favorite jeans and he catches sight of it, leans in to mumble in a taunting tone against your skin, ❝ If you’re having second thoughts, doll...❞ but you’re already shaking your head no and trying to work the button on his jeans through the buttonhole. He pushes you back against the seat and lowers your hand, staring down at you for a few seconds, quiet. ❝ Y’know this is permanent… Right?❞
You nod, the nod is so eager that your soft curls bounce. And those big beautiful eyes only grow wider as Billy strips off his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to his ankles. When you catch sight of his thick cock as it springs free and stands at attention, the tip an angry red, you whine in need. The sound of your whining makes him laugh quietly and he leans down into you, pushing the oversized sweater up and stripping it away from your body. That’s thrown over the back of his seat, left to hang.
The second he catches sight of the way your thighs are absolutely coated in slick, he can’t stop the animalistic growl that bubbles up from deep inside. ❝ Sweetheart, I’m going to ruin you for anybody else. You really sure you want that? Answer me, doll.❞ his voice is a smoky growl next to your ear as his nose drifts down,settles on the space between your neck and shoulder. The scent of you all heavy and sweet fills his nose and clouds his judgment. He grimaces as his fangs push through.
❝ Billy!❞ you’re whining his name as you’re rocking yourself up into him, clumsy and frantic. That feverish and jittery feeling you’ve had all day is starting to calm but only a little. You need him and you need him now. And you’re desperate enough to beg if you have to. You’ve made your decision. Nothing else matters.
He settles himself down into you and his mouth grazes the patch of skin covering your scent glands. You gasp and dig your nails into his strong biceps and he grunts, rutting into you, feverish. His cockhead keeps grazing against your throbbing cunt and you moan because it feels so good. His fangs sink in, breaking skin. Marking you. Flooding both of you with adrenaline and dopamine and Billy lets the bite last longer just because it’s the first time he’s actually felt anything in a long time.
It feels like he’s waking up. Like everything in his life up to this point has been a dream -or a nightmare, he thinks, and now, maybe it’s finally over. Maybe it’ll finally be better. You’re squirming beneath him, so desperate for friction, for more of him that you’re dripping, your juices pool on smooth leather seats.
❝ Didn’t hurt, did it?❞ he asks quietly as the shocked daze he’s been in for nearly two minutes starts to wear off and he realizes what he’s just done -and how permanent it is.
You shake your head. Billy stares at the angry red wound and licks his lips, satisfied but not completely satisfied. No, he thinks, that won’t happen until I’m buried inside and she’s all fucked out and begging for more.
He needs more. To taste you. Look up from where he’s settled between your thighs and watch your face as you come undone, his name falling off your lips like it’s the only word you can remember. That said, he lowers himself. You giggle as the warmth of his breath tickles your bare skin and at the sound, he pauses to look up and lock eyes with you. Licking his lips.
That predatory look is back and somehow, more smug. Like he’s finally succeeded. He’s finally gotten his prey.
Rough lips latch against your thighs and your fingers clutch at his hair as you try to pull enough so that his mouth winds up exactly where you want it the most. But Billy’s focused. He’s determined to do this a certain way.
❝ Jesus, fuck..❞ he groans out against the soft dough of your inner thigh as his tongue rolls up to lick you clean, ❝ Somebody’s real needy tonight, huh?❞ and as his tongue rolls over your sex you shiver all over at the feeling.
You tug at his hair a little more and Billy’s tongue and fingers bury inside you, relentless. Fucking into you until you’re shaking and begging, a hand gripping your hip to hold you still so he has all the control. He pauses to look up at you, growling to himself as he watches the way your eyes flutter closed and your back arches upward, body seeking out his tongue and his fingers, so fucked out already that you’re even drooling a little.
He dips his head again. The slurps as he licks you clean and his groans are enough to make you even wetter. You can barely breathe but you use the breath you have to beg him to bury his cock inside you, feverish. Needy.
Billy raises up and pulls himself up your body, leaning down into you and as his mouth crashes against your own, you can taste yourself on his tongue. ❝ Ready for me, darling?❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear as he reaches down, drags his cock between your folds to tease you. When you try to pull him in completely, he chuckles. ❝ ‘S not gonna hurt long, doll. I need y’ to be still. Let me handle this.❞ and you nod.
His cock sinks inside you, just barely at first. But he’s so thick and veiny that as he enters you, you feel like you’re being split in two. You tense beneath him and cling, your arms around his neck, fingers leaving crescent imprints against his bare shoulders. This turns to nails being raked down his back seconds later as the burning too full sensation starts to ebb and you need all of him at once. He growls and nips your bottom lip roughly, his cock burying inside you even more.
❝ Goddamn.❞ he laughs against your skin as he sucks at it, ❝ Pretty little pussy is just squeezing my cock, sweetheart...❞ he’s thrusting slow and deep, the Camaro’s frame starting to rock with each thrust, ❝I’m tempted to fuck a baby into you.❞ -and this freezes him for a second when it slips out of his mouth because he’s confronted with the fact that he kind of means it. His father’s warning about the way the mate bond consumes a person comes rushing back.
But, silly as it seems, as Neil’s words repeat on one side, his stepsister Max telling him that he’s not his father and he doesn’t have to become him are repeating on the other. This won’t turn into that. It can’t. Billy Hargrove makes up his mind in the seconds it takes for the knot to bury inside your pretty little cunt as you’re pinned beneath him in his backseat that he won’t let this turn into that. As he starts to fuck into you faster, you’re so responsive. Begging. Meeting his deep drives with your own clumsy movements as your mouth latches against his chest because it’s the only part of him that’s close enough to be reached.
His hand squeezes your hip and he tenses, trying to stop himself from coming undone. As he slows down his thrusts, you cling to him, fucking through the high of your own second orgasm. He stops to crash his mouth against your own, going totally still inside you as the kiss deepens.
The fever is almost gone now. But the way you keep touching him, your soft little body melted against him and those soft hands being so damn gentle as they drag over every inch of him, it’s enough to get him hot all over again. With a quiet chuckle, he finally obliges you a little movement, slow and lazy thrusts just to keep himself from coming just yet.
❝ Billy!❞ you plead as you rock yourself against him. He chuckles quietly. The cassette tape is silent, it’s finished at some point and both of you were so caught up in the moment that neither of you noticed. As you start to fuck yourself onto his length, he groans your name and the restraint he was trying to use is gone. You’re frantic, chasing another orgasm as it builds. Watching you pinned beneath him makes him feral and he’s fucking into you furiously, the car rocking steadily now as his hand presses against foggy glass when he decides to brace himself for leverage.
He bottoms out and as his cock strikes against that one magical spot deep inside you, you moan his name over and over. ❝ Louder, doll.❞ he chuckles against your ear, ❝ Let everybody in Hawkins know whos about to cum in your tight little cunt.❞
His hips falter and he groans against your neck as he sucks on it again, the grip on your hip with his hand so tight that you can’t move or meet his thrusts as he fucks into you, feverish and frantic. He tries to stop himself but it’s too late. Sticky seed empties inside you and instead of stopping, he’s determined to fuck it into you even deeper.
As he fucks himself through his orgasm, he melts down into you. Going still. Holding onto you so tight that you’re crushed against him and for a second, you struggle to breathe.
❝ This is gonna happen again, doll.. And you don’t need t’ be alone when it does.❞
You nod. Somehow you got the feeling that this fever stuff wasn’t done. He’s gone quiet again, lost in thought. He’s trying to figure out a place where the two of you can go just to disappear.
❝I don’t wanna be alone.❞ you mumble quietly. Dragging your thumb against his cheek. He nuzzles into the touch and you speak up again. ❝ What if we just like.. Left town?❞
Billy chuckles. ❝ Okay, but where would we even go, hm?❞ he’s settled himself down into your body, letting you mold against him. One hand caressing your cheek as he stares down at you. ❝ I mean, I was gonna suggest hiding out at my friend Rick’s cabin for a while, but…❞ he takes a few shaky breaths, ❝ There’s really not shit holdin me here.. Never has been.❞
You’re dragging your finger over his chest and he shivers at the soft touch. You laugh softly. ❝ Where’d you move here from?❞
❝ California, but..❞ Billy goes quiet because he’s not trying to let anything stop him from being with you. He refuses to be away now that the bond has been made. ❝ So we’ll go there, Billy.❞ you mumble softly as you nuzzle against him. He chuckles and nods. ❝ Okay, doll. We’ll go there.❞
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Relax
Summary: After a exhaustive day, Dream decided to relax with a soothing bath, however thoughts of you soon gave him a new outlet to relax
Word Count: ~1.1k
Reader: Gender Neutral
Warnings: SMUT (masturbation, blow job)
A lovely fanart visual here
MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY
Rushing water filled up the ornate porcelain tub. Steam filtered through the air. Its dew clung to any and all surfaces, from the large mirror fogging it to Dream’s skin. If there was time - or patience - oils and certain flowers may have been poured and scattered into the water. However, this wasn’t such an occasion.
Shutting off the water, Dream sighed, removing his robe.
It had been a long day, far, far too long of a day. The Dreaming demanded everything from him, sapping all of his time and energy. His mind had become muddled, and his movement unbelievably sluggish. He only wished to relax, only wished to let go even if for a few glorious minutes.
He dipped into the hot water, groaning at the sensation. His muscles instantly relaxed. He sank down inch by inch as his body sighed in blissful relief. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift. It moved through the current of today, remembering what he had done and unfortunately what he needed to complete tomorrow. His face quickly twisted in frustration. He buried such thoughts for now, he didn’t wish to dwell on his impending responsibilities.
No, he wanted something else.
Someone else.
His mind drifted to you, his love. He hadn’t seen you all day, but that was mostly his fault. Perhaps tomorrow he could find time to visit you in the Waking.
He hummed, already loving the idea.
He was already imagining your bright kind smile, and how it made your eyes crinkle. He imagined how your arms would curl around his waist as you kissed his back and shoulder, just as you always greeted him on any other exhausting day.
“What does my sweet king need?” You would murmur into his ear.
“You.” He would reply.
He would drag you to bed and pull you close. Your hands would immediately play with his hair, or draw random shapes down his spine and back. His cheek would rest on your chest, inhaling deeply. Your heartbeat would soothe him, and he would sink into a well needed rest.
But, there were other times.
Time in which you would guide him to bed with such a gleeful, and mischievous, smile.
“Let me take care of you,” you would whisper.
Laying in the tub, his cock greedily twitched at such memories.
You gently pushed Dream onto the bed. His knees hit the edge, and he flopped backwards. The large bed, and silken sheets, happily welcomed him. His eyes were trained on you, watching you with such hunger and want. His heart sang as you sank to your knees before him. Your hands ran over his thighs, humming softly.
“Relax, my king,” you purred. “I will take care of you.”
You bent forward and kissed his thighs. Soft and sweet, yet teasing and playful. Your lips trailed further up to the tent growing in his pants. Your eyes flickered up, catching his. Watching him through the top of your lashes, you slowly kissed his bulge, listening to his breathy sighs.
Dream groaned.
Unable to help himself, his hand wandered down his body. His fingers wrapped around his hardening cock. Slowly, he pumped himself, feeling himself get stiffer. He hissed out in pleasure.
Maybe this was what he truly needed instead.
His pants and boxers had been discarded, tossed haphazardly onto the floor. Your hands skimmed up and down his thighs which were now adorn in your love bites. Your fingers delicately traced the bruises, watching Dream flinched and squirmed.
His cock was hard - red and swollen - and most of all waiting for you. Precum dripped down. You licked your lips at such a sight.
It was truly so enticing.
“Love,” he croaked out. “Please -“
Your fingers slowly wrapped around him. He moaned, bucking into your hand. You chuckled, “I told you, my king, I would take care of you. And I intend to.”
Dream dropped his head back against the tub. He wished it was your hands, and your lips on him instead. Only you knew how to draw out such dizzy desires. His hand wasn’t enough, but it would have to do for now. His head tipped forward, watching as he pumped his cock. Bits of water splashed around at his greedy movements.
He whimpered faintly, and your name tumbled off his lips.
Oh, what a sight.
Your lips wrapped so perfectly around him. He tried desperately not to buck his hips again, yet you took him so well. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat.
You hummed.
Dream moaned loudly, only you could bring out such noises from him. It was the only time he would allow himself to be so loud, and to lose a fraction of his control. Smirking, your tongue dragged along the base of his cock across a thick vein then swirled around his tip. His hand flew down, tangling into your hair. “My dear,” he whined.
Again, he wanted to say. Don’t stop, please. Yet, it was all lodged in his throat. He could barely think or speak.
Your smirk widened, you understood him perfectly. Only two words, and you heard his unspoken pleas.
Dream worked himself faster. His back arched against the porcelain tub, moaning out to the quiet room.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
He bucked up into his hand, his composure was cracking. He wouldn’t last much longer, nor did he care to. He was desperate for his release, desperate to let go.
“Come on, Dream, let go,” you whispered.
You took him in your mouth again. Your tongue swirled, tasting every inch of him. Dream jerked his hips up. You hummed, encouraging him. He groaned as a few curses slipped past his lips. He tightened his grip on your hair, and began to fuck your face. You moaned against him, loving when he lost the last ounce of his control. It was a rarity only you drew out.
“My dear,” he groaned. He yanked on your hair, making you moan again. “I’m close.”
You grabbed Dream’s thighs. Your nails scratched down in lovely red ribbons. Scratches and bites ruined his perfect thighs. You relaxed your jaw, letting Dream use you. You hummed again, swirling your tongue all around him.
‘Let go,’ you thought.
Dream came all over his hand, and into the now chilly water. He panted heavily, and slumped against the tub. He exhaled, closing his eyes.
“You did wonderful, my sweet king,” you purred. Spit and cum dripped down your swollen lips.
He opened his eyes, staring up to the ceiling. The image of you - with your enticing smirk and wicked tongue - burned brightly. He quickly got up out of the tub. After a long day, he needed to relax. Just like you always said. So, perhaps a visit to you will satiate the monster he has now unleashed. Maybe afterwards, he will be able to collapse down for the night.
#the sandman#morpheus#dream of the endless#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#smut#gender neutral reader#gn!reader#kinktober#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023
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Week One
Bisexual!Makoto x Gay!Yamagishi ; Virginity and Masturbation
masterlist | ao3
a/n: this desviated from the initial idea so much that i thought of restarting it, so if theres not much smut, that's why.
After class noons were usually spent two ways by Makoto. The first one was by goofing around with his friends, the so-gang called “Mizo Middle Five”, which activities usually consisted of roaming around Shibuya loitering, looking for people to fight and get beaten up, that if they were lucky, other days were intercepted by third years and high schoolers and get their ass beaten up by them unexpectedly. The second way was masturbating.
Makoto was laying on his bed, hands behind his head and looking towards the ceiling. Not a lot of thoughts were running down his head, but one in particular hit interest in his mind, about that woman in a very tiny bikini of a magazine he grabbed from an alleyway. That peaked his mind, and his dick too, so he began looking for the mag. He usually hid the porn in between his matress and its base, and not just the magazines, all of the adult stuff that he had were there, which was also JAVs and even some erotic writings.
After finagling in between his bed, he finally grabbed the magazine. As he was fantasizing about the young adult, he rapidly undid his pants and pulled them down, throwing them with his legs across the room. Makoto started to fondle his cock as he positioned himself comfortably, laying his back on the wall.
His eyes were gazing quickly towards the features of the woman, stroking his now erect penis in an up and down motion. As to experience more pleasure, he nibbed the very red tip of his dick with his thumb, making him shudder. He turned the page quite in a clumsy manner, still using one hand. The focus went to the same girl, who was now showing her breasts, thus stepping up Makoto a notch and making him stroke harder.
“O-oh shit~” Makoto gasped, letting his climax build up. He discarded the magazine, just focusing on cumming. His hand moved on an ungodly speed, making his shaft redder by the second, especially the tip. He heard the door close abruptly. Did the door shut by itself? He thought, but one and a half second reasoning concluded that his mom caught him jerking off again.
“MOOOM, I told you to knock on the door!!!” The black-haired one shouted towards the room entrance. “I’m not your mom dumb-ass” Yamagishi screamed back, taken aback by what his friend was doing. Well, in all honesty, he knew what Makoto does, he knew about his weird obsession over girls and porn in general, and even how he talks about jacking off, not about what he masturbates to, also about HOW he does it, which at that point didn’t even bother the brown-headed one. But to actually see Makoto masturbating is what is weird to him.
Makoto quickly put his undergarments and pants back on, as soon as he was going to tell Yamagishi to come in, he knocked on the door and said “Can I come in?”
“Whatever” The raven-haired responded “You already spoiled the fun”
Yamagishi frowned “Hey, don’t blame me for your irresponsible ass not hearing the door” He responded, avoiding eye contact with his friend. “What’d ya want?” The older demanded. Today was not the best time to be annoyed, and yet there he was, demanding some attention like a little kid, or at least is what Makoto thought.
But Yamagishi had other plans.
“Nothing, I just wanted to hang out here, can’t do it?” The glasses one asked sarcastically, walking in front of his friend and plopping his back into the bed. Makoto still looked at him mad, but as the climax and horniness went down, he softened his gaze. “Yeah, I guess you can”
Yamagishi moves his head to now face Makoto, but saw the porn magazine he was jacking to. Not thinking much of it, he grabbed it and started flipping through the pages, not paying much attention beyond what he can see, which is breasts and asses. Makoto saw his best friend just flip through the mag, and raised his voice to say something.
“She has weird nips” Yamagishi seemingly interrupted. What? Makoto thought. “And you say I’M the one who makes weird comments” The raven-haired exclaimed.
“No but really, look” Yamagishi stood up and shoved the mag into Makoto’s face. He pushed him away and grabbed it to look. What he saw there were normal female nipples. “This are normal what do you mean are weird”
Yamagishi scoffed “No. Those are weird af, mine’s arent like that.” Makoto deadpanned. Did his best friend really say this? He knows he has said some ridiculous things, but this borders the insanity frame. “You dumbass, they’re female nipples, female and male nips are different you dipshit”
“No they’re not” Yamagishi responded loudly “Look” He grabbed the end of his shirt and pulled it, taking the piece of fabric off “Compare them and tell me which look the weirdest.” At this point Makoto had enough, all that brains of his friend to be wasted on just gang stuff. “I’m just gonna leave” He stood up and walked towards the door.
Yamagishi freaked out and grabbed Makoto’s arm “Pussy if you’re not”
Oh.
Makoto didn’t want to inspect Kazushi’s nipples
but he didn’t want to be called a pussy
So he complied. Not only to not be humiliated, but to also get that over with fast.
Makoto grabbed the magazine and folded it so the woman’s nipples were on the edge of the page, putting it besides Yamagishi’s nips. He inspected for a solid 15 seconds to conclude “Yep, your nipples are the weird ones.”
Yamagishi stared back with a mad look on his face “No the fuck they're not” He was determined to win this pointless fight. And so did Makoto, as he rambled about his nipples being normal while taking his shirt off, trying to prove his point.
Makoto touched his nipples first, trying to inspect the shape of them. After that, he walked up to Yamagishi to “inspect them” (a/n: oh god this is turning weird, I swear there will be porn).
Makoto just slightly brushed the smaller's tit, but that caused the other to flinch. The raven tried to touch the chestnut haired's nip, but the more that Makoto worked with them, the more that Yamagishi got flustered and the redder and hotter his cheeks were getting. Makoto didn't back up from this, as a normal person should, instead he continued to rub his friend's nipples, just to fuck with him even more. After what Kazushi felt like a lot of teasing, he shoved the brunet away, trying to hide his blush, averting eye contact.
All that touching got both of them worked up, and slowly their dangerous hornyness started to creep in. Makoto looked at the state of his friend, kind of proud that he got Yamagishi to look like that.
Vulnerable and hot, he said in his mind.
The taller's gaze wandered Yamagishi's body, but his attention spanned towards something poking the shorter's pants. Makoto didn't quite think this through, as he got closer to his (now in question) friend. Yamagishi's eyes trembled slightly, in expectancy of what Makoto was going to do next. His cheeks were turning a crimson color never seen before by the two of them.
Makoto shifted his dominant hand towards the bulge in the other's pants. Now that was something Kazushi was expecting; out of all of the things that he thought that Makoto was going to do, he never foretold that he was going to grab his groin.
The hand grabbed Kazushi's balls and mildly erected dick, stroking it in a slow, circular manner. Whimpers were started to be outed off the shorter's mouth, as he took in the movements and the pleasure. He closed his eyes to soak in better the sensations.
What was going on Makoto's head at this time was confusing, all he felt is that this was weird, but if Yamagishi didn't desist, that meant that he liked it. Well, not like that, you see; they have been best friends for a little while now, so they both knew when they were fight-playing and when they were actually mad at each other or if they were uncomfortable. So Makoto and Yamagishi knew that the other one was enjoying this.
Makoto grabbed the waistband of the other's pants and pulled them down. He kneeled, now having the crotch at his face. He stuffed his face into the underwear, pushing the organ around with his mouth and face. Yamagishi was now moaning even more, getting harder by the second.
The taller grabbed the fabric with his teeth and brought down the garment, setting the penis free. His mouth made its way towards the tip, kissing it gently. Yamagishi, in a state of pure pleasure, he grabbed Makoto's hair as a way to hold himself together, loking towards him, his face a literal mess.
As Makoto put the penis into his mouth, Yamagishi's cheeks got stupidly hot and red by the stimulation, to the point that he started to tear.
The raven continued to suck, licking around inside the dick, trying to get the best out of it. Quickly, he also undid his pants and started to stroke his own penis, trying to reach climax.
As both of them got closer, Makoto tasted and swallowed the precum, finding it tasty, while also stroking his cock at a faster pace. Yamagishi, on the other hand, he put his hands over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans, which didn't work as he moaned harder into his hands, even biting into them.
Yamagishi came first, into the other's mouth, letting a guttural moan out and pushing Makoto to deepthroat him. Makoto tasting and swallowing the shorter's cum pushed him onto the limit, cumming into his hand and bare chest. After panting from tiredness, Makoto stood up, moving towards his bed to get tissue to clean his hand, but Yamagishi grabbed his arm. He moved the hand towards his mouth, licking the cum out of it. After that, he leaned into Makoto's chest, also licking the cum out of it.
“Promise to never tell this to someone”
“Promise” they both agreed.
“One question real quick” Makoto said, looking to Yamagishi, who had a interested look.
“Does that make you not a virgin?” He asked. Yamagishi thought of it, but didn't think of it too much “I guess so.” Hearing that made Makoto just a bit mad, punching Kazushi in his forearm.
“Oww, what was that for?”
“Nothing, just mad that now you're not a virgin but i'm still am”
“No you're not” Yamagishi responded. “You sucked my dick, that makes you not virgin from the mouth”
“No but I dont wanna be virgin on the penis, not mouth” The raven pouted “I'm gonna make you suck my dick so I wont be a virgin anymore”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
“However you wanna see it”
#tokyo revengers#kazushi yamagishi#yamagishi kazushi#makoto suzuki#suzuki makoto#lazy ghoul's kinktober 2023#lazyghoulskinktober2023
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Maybe, Just Maybe
prompt: exhibitionism
pairing: neighbour!steve x f!reader x neighour!eddie munson
genre: romance, smut, autumn vibes
notes: wc 12k // this is literally a halloween story oops // lets pretend that i posted this when it was NOT November lmao // steddie smut lol // eddie and steve are roommates // reader is their new neighbour
warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // exhibitionism, balcony sex, eating out, blow jobs, doggy style, sex, cozy sex lol, vaginal fingering // threesome // mfm // smut // please let me know if there are any more that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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Maybe moving into a new apartment during the month of October seems like a good idea to a normal person. It’s right after the busy summer months that are filled with vacations and plans with friends. But, also just before the holiday season with back-to-back family parties that can become borderline awkward.
Well, looking at it now, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.
Maybe you shouldn’t have put the idea in your head that you wanted to update your decorations every season. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent three paychecks on cute pumpkins and fake cauldrons. Maybe you should have asked your parents to leave the ladder they brought when they helped you move in. Maybe you should have just grinned and bared it when you weren’t able to reach the ceiling of your balcony, and you couldn’t hang up the cute lights you bought.
In a world full of maybes, full of possibilities that were drowning in regret towards what could have been; you didn’t regret a thing once you looked upwards to see your extremely handsome neighbour helping you hang up the lights. He saw you about an hour earlier, standing on a chair and some books attempting to install a bunch of string lights that looked like candles. But with one moment of imbalance, causing you to drop the broom which was supposed to help you push the tape onto the ceiling — your neighbour ran out of his own apartment to see what all the noise was about. Especially since he heard a high-pitched scream coming from your lips.
“What’s going on—” he ran out to his own balcony to see you in a state of shock, looking down at the ground below.
“Sorry, I overreacted. My broomstick fell,” you said sweetly with a pout. Truthfully, you could already hear your parents’ scolding as you imagined the moment you would attempt to tell this moment as a funny story during Thanksgiving dinner in a few weeks.
“Were you practicing your flying before Halloween?” he smiled as he saw the definite shape of a purple broom on top of a bush.
“No, Steve, I was just trying to put up my decor,” you tried to hide your embarrassment with a bit of giggling. “Maybe I should’ve asked my parents to leave their ladder the other week.”
The man looked over at the red curtains, fake spider webs on the window, and gigantic box of fake candles — he smiled at the way you seemed so excited to decorate for the upcoming holiday. Steve didn’t know you, his new neighbour, well. However, your kindness was something he adored to see every time he did get the opportunity to speak to you. Noticing the softness in your eyes every time he offered to help you with your grocery bags, or when he offered you a ride to the bus station, Steve promised himself that he would find a way to see that sparkle as much as possible.
“You’re really going all out, aren’t you?” he said in a teasing tone.
“Oh, of course. Halloween is always so fun. But, you should see what I have ready for Christmas,” decorating just always seemed so exciting to you. Yes, maybe you should be saving your money to buy regular things you can use on a daily basis. But, this was way more thrilling.
“Can’t wait, doll,” the nickname made you feel so warm amidst the cool autumn air. “If you’d like, I can hop on over there and help you.”
Steve looked like he was about to lunge himself to jump the metal gate that separated your balconies, but you stopped him before he could. “There’s a front door for a reason, please don’t join my broomstick down there. What if there’s a huge gust of wind or something?”
“Fine, fine, I won’t. But that’s mainly because my ladder will be too hard to jump with.” Steve winked.
“You have one?” you gasped and tightened your grip around the railing in excitement.
“My roommate and I used to do some construction jobs,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly.
Right, the roommate.
In truth, that man was the first person you met in the entire building. You had just gotten your keys and were bringing up two suitcases full of your everyday clothing. Right then, a man with crazy hair and even crazier tattoos, that could be seen with his low-cut top, took the elevator with you to the sixth floor. He was about your age, and no matter how much you wanted to say hello to the handsome man, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
But, not in a menacing, extremely creepy, kind of way — instead, Steve’s roommate looked at you in a sort of shock. It made you believe that he was just an extremely shy guy. You try not to think about the times he and Steve would have friends over and you could hear his deep voice talking about books and mythical creatures, all things that you wished to talk about with someone too. It was not difficult to admit just how badly you craved to have a moment to talk to him.
“Eddie?” you nearly felt your cheeks explode with heat.
“Yup, that’s him. You seem to be getting the hang of everyone’s names here, smart girl,” Steve chuckled as he saw the way your eyes darted around from his own eyes then to the floor.
“Well, he is the only person I haven’t been able to speak to yet.”
“One day, I promise I’ll get that guy to talk to you.” Honestly, Steve wished that Eddie would stop being so annoying about his bad habit of never talking to you, but always talking about you when you weren’t around. “Now give me a minute and I’ll knock.”
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And so, after about five minutes of waiting — and you pushing boxes out of the way of the front door so that no one was about to trip whilst finishing up the decorating — Steve appeared with a small ladder that would be the perfect size to hang up all the lights you wanted. The man looked around the interior of your apartment first. It was the same as his, only a lot cleaner, with less pictures of dragons and movie posters on the walls. The young Harrington noticed that you represented just about every haunted creature in your tiny apartment. Even going as far as having all of your horror genre books laid out on the coffee table for guests to read when they desired.
Although you had only been here for a few weeks, this was already becoming home to you. “Looks like you made this your own little haunted mansion,” Steve teased as he set up the ladder outside.
“It’s not much, just things to get into the spirit,” you smiled up at him.
“Now I really gotta put your lights up. It’ll be boring if people are looking into your balcony and there are no decorations,” he chuckled as he looked to the balcony ceiling to see only one candle light successfully hung.
“Thank you, Steve,” you bit your lip as you remembered all of the hostess manners that your mother engraved into your brain. “Let me at least offer you some coffee, beer — oh, I think I have some cake in the fridge.”
“No, it’s fine. Just keep me company and that’s all I need. Some eye candy is sweeter than the real thing sometimes.” The man in front of you finished setting up his ladder as he finished speaking those words and winked at you. In truth, you weren’t so sure if the shaking of your legs was due to the cold breeze passing through and under your skirt, or if it was because the wink sent a thousand warm vibrations through your body. Regardless, you didn’t notice the way you squeezed your legs together as you went to the other side of the balcony to finish decorating — and trying to hide your slightly embarrassed face away from the man.
But, Steve noticed. He noticed it right away, and it only made him wonder just how many times you try smiling to yourself every time your cheeks would feel warm.
Over the next hour as the sun set, Steve hung up your lights one by one in a cute pattern. He talked about how often his own mother would make him do similar work during Christmas time because he was always home, as opposed to his father. You listened intently as you learned more about your neighbour, all while fixing a few plants and the pillow covers on the small seat on the balcony. Once the sun set a part of you got a little sad because that would mean the work was almost done and Steve would have to head back to his apartment. It was nice to finally get to talk to someone for the first time in weeks. The busy time of unpacking, on-boarding at a new job, and getting used to the new time zone, was over. Now you actually are able to start your life.
What also made you a little sad was that you would soon need to say goodbye to your neighbour for the night, and try your best to forget about the way the muscles on his arms would flex whenever he would focus on sticking a light to the ceiling. Even making you gasp when his shirt would ride up slightly and the little sliver of his chiseled stomach would tease you. And every time, you would look away immediately, only to cause a hitch in your breathing.
It would be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t intentionally on a lower step of the ladder because it would force him to flex his muscles a little bit harder in front of you. It would also be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t doing his own little form of spying. He would always glance down to see what you were up to; his favourite moment would be when you would go to sit down and your thighs would be squeezed a bit under your skirt.
Steve wondered what it would be like to be between them and eat you ou—
“Would you like a bite?” you whispered, bringing him out of a haze.
“W-what?” he genuinely thought he was caught in his escapades.
“Maybe we could order some take out. If you weren’t busy tonight, of course.” The shyness in your eyes and tone made Steve’s heart melt.
“So pizza, Chinese, or maybe something new in town that you haven’t tried before? Take your pick, sweetheart.” Steve winked as he sat on the little rattan couch you just put pumpkin-themed pillows on.
The sweet pet names he had been calling you this evening have been making you giggle every time out of pure giddiness. Even as the name slipped from his lips, and his figure sat in front of you with arms spread wide, waiting for you to join him; you prayed that he wouldn’t notice the way you sat to his left with slightly shaky legs in excitement. Truthfully, it wasn’t helping that he put his arm respectfully behind your back and would fix your hair whenever it fell close to your face throughout your next conversations. You felt like you were experiencing your first crush ever, that’s how excited you were. Adding your little delusions of grandeur to the mix, and you were equally as hypnotized with Steve as he secretly was with you.
It had been so long since someone had taken the time out of their day to slyly flirt with you. Adding the fact that there was a sunset happening from the corner of your eyes, with the lit up candles and slowly appearing stars becoming witnesses to your sweet autumn evening with Steve; it was all aspects to becoming one of your favourite nights to happen since moving in.
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Once the white cartons full of noodles, fried rice, chicken balls, and steamed vegetables arrived, you and Steve stayed on the balcony to bask in the cool autumn evening. Luckily, you kept blankets nearby for moments like these. So the two of you continued to talk under the coziness of the fluffy fabric and dim lighting of the fake candles.
Just as Steve finished up his large portion of noodles, he leaned back to stare at the ceiling. “These are really nice. You could be a professional decorator one day,” he teased you. His actions made you mirror his neck movement.
“As long as I can borrow your ladder then I’ll be set,” you giggled.
“Or I can always help you out too,” he looked to his left to see the silhouette of your face. The glow from the lights made you look like a beautiful doll.
“I’ll pay you in Chinese takeout,” a small dimple on your cheek showed your giddiness.
“Deal,” Steve sat up slightly and turned his body towards you. “Another option would be for you to come to my party next weekend. All my friends will be there and everyone goes all out with their costumes.”
Just as the words were said, you looked up at him, then to the metal railing behind the rattan couch. It had been placed at the separator between your two balconies. Knowing that you actually made a friend who lived so close to you, caused a warm feeling through your body — one that made you cuddle in deeper with your blanket. “Really? You’d like me there?”
“Of course. Someone who doesn’t invite their pretty neighbour to a party they’re hosting needs to be out of their mind,” considering that Steve’s roommate has never spoken to you, it could be seen as a miracle to be invited over.
“Well then it looks like I gotta go through my closet to find a costume,” you smiled.
The sparkle in your eyes, reflecting the light shimmer of the lights above, hypnotized Steve. “Why do I feel like you already have at least five options in mind?”
“Only three.”
“Would you tell me?” Steve chuckled at the way you took a bite of egg roll in order to hide your excitement.
“No, it’s a surprise,” you looked away from your neighbour’s gaze.
In truth, you had about thirty ideas in mind, but there was no need for your new friend to find out that you had a collection of clothes you bought from the thrift shop — with its only purpose being for last-minute costume parties. Everything from a vampire to a zombie, there were at least enough costumes for everyone in the party in the first place. Admittedly, a part of you wondered what Steve was going to wear. Throughout this evening, you saw the way his muscles were so defined. Even now, as he put an arm on the couch, above your shoulders but not touching them, you wished so badly that he would dress in anything that would show them off.
God, you really did sound so boy-crazy for your neighbour of all people.
It really wasn’t helping that Steve brought his arm down slightly to pull you in closer, mentally giving himself the excuse that he wanted to keep you warm. “Then, would you help me decorate?”
“I knew there was a catch,” you giggled before slapping him lightly on the chest. “But, yes I will. I still have so much decor left in the storage locker from back home.”
“Just not these lights though. I swear my arms are about to fall off,” the man tensed his shoulders dramatically.
“Fine, there are probably some sort of easy string lights we could use though. The ones with the little pumpkins are too cute, and maybe —”
“Our friends are gonna love you.” Steve accidentally cut you off by letting his thoughts be heard aloud.
Anyone from a mile away could see the way the man’s demeanour softened as you spoke. Even his own voice was so soft, yet deep. The sound resonated through your body — causing a few shivers to roll up your spine. The moment anyone hears the way he speaks with you, they’re all going to berate him about it forever. Yet, Steve could already tell that Robin was going to love your excitement about life, or the way Dustin would adore how you listened so intently in any given situation. Well, mostly everyone he knew was talkative anyways, so a good listener was something they all craved.
“Our?” you asked, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion.
“Yeah, they’re friends with Eddie too. A bunch of them are driving up from our hometown,” Steve noticed the way you backed away from his body a little, leaning closer to the left corner of the couch.
“Right, right.”
“Are you scared of him?” he asked concernedly. “You always seem so shy when he comes up.”
The way Steve placed a caring hand on your thigh, above the blanket, made your heart flutter. But, you wanted to subdue any thoughts he had towards you disliking his roommate. “W-well, no, not at all. It’s just—”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Well, it’s now or never. Millions of scenarios went through your head — both reality-filled moments, and imaginative possibilities of what you believed Eddie’s ill-fitting thoughts were in that situation. But, would it be polite to even mention your concerned thoughts? What if Eddie found out that you were gossiping to his roommate? That could make the situation worse, making him believe that you enjoyed talking about people behind their backs.
Alas, you decided to keep it vague.
“No, uhm, I just don’t think Eddie likes me so much,” you shrugged before smiling at Steve.
“That’s not true,” he would know. Now would probably be a horrible time to mention the amount of girls Eddie invites over who had similar hairstyles to you; or there was even one time you were wearing a new sweater, and Eddie was able to find someone wearing the exact same one then proceeded to take them out that night.
The lengths his stubborn roommate would go through astounded Steve. The little gossip fiend within him desperately wished to know your perspective of the curly-haired man.
“He looks at me all funny when we take the elevator together, or whenever we are in the hallway at the same time,” you pouted.
“How so?” Steve asked, his arm reaching around you now a little tighter. You savoured the warmth immensely, causing you to lean your head on his shoulder comfortably.
“There was this one time this girl was in the elevator with me and so I started talking to her since I really loved the purse she had, plus she seemed super nice,” you paused for a moment as you looked up to Steve, almost placing your chin on his side. “She was, by the way.”
The puzzle pieces were connecting in his head. “Was she the one with the blue streaks in her hair? Kinda tall?”
A light gasp fell from your lips as you moved away from Steve to have better eye contact. It almost felt like second nature to put your hands on his left thigh as you became more immersed in the storytelling. In truth, the man next to you was about to lose his mind. Just as you found your balance, your right hand was a bit too close to his member. The young Harrington prayed that you didn’t move much more, as your arms squeezing together made your cleavage become more visible as you continued to speak.
“And then when we got to our floor,” you said after nodding. “She was walking with me and said she was heading in the same direction. So after a few minutes, Eddie opened the door to see what the chatter was all about. H-he looked so mad.”
“You probably woke him up from his nap,” Steve chuckled at the way your voice became quiet with the last few words.
“I suppose so. Then I said goodbye to the girl and she went into your apartment with Eddie. The door wasn’t even closed by the time they started — you know — making out.”
There it was: the confirmation that you and him were definitely thinking about the same girl. But, what intrigued Steve more, was the way a hint of awkwardness and jealousy flashed before your eyes. Then, as you bit your lip, Steve wished so badly to kiss them until they were more plump.
He really needed to stop himself.
“Munson must’ve been real stressed that day then. He only calls her up when he is,” Steve leaned his forehead closer to yours.
“Why would he call up his girlfriend only when he’s in a bad mood?” you couldn’t help but lean closer as you asked the question, completely oblivious to Eddie’s situation.
“Oh, sweet girl. That is definitely not his girlfriend,” the man chuckled politely as he leaned close to your face.
“But they were —”
You barely got the words out before Steve’s lips bypassed yours. The deep amber notes of his cologne filled the air as his breath tickled your ear sweetly. Just this small movement made you gasp in surprise before smiling to yourself. A pleasurable chill went up your spine as he whispered deeply into your ear.
“Do you know what friends with benefits are?” He asked, his right hand placed softly on the side of your face. “They just fuck whenever they feel like it. They’re not actually together though.”
As secretly as you could, you squeezed your thighs together as the words were felt between your legs. Steve’s small touches, his low voice, his soft brown eyes — it all made you want to kiss him so sweetly. There was a part of your brain that craved it, the same part that was imagining what it would be like if he were to lean a little closer and place kisses down your neck.
And oh, Steve was wondering the same things as you. The way your body was reacting was making him notice how your breathing hitched. His eyes even saw the way your thighs squeezed together. The man wasn’t sure if it was the blanket or both of your beating hearts that made everything feel so warm.
“Oh, this is my first time hearing about this,” you finally breathed out.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so vulgar,” he smiled as he touched your chin to look at him.
“No, you weren’t,” you giggled. “I’m still a little confused though. Does Eddie like having sex when he’s in a bad mood?”
“Don’t you? It brings out the passion in him, I think. Hate sex and all that,” Steve rambled casually.
You move away slightly to laugh to yourself before looking up at Steve again. “So maybe he doesn’t hate me that much since he doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
If that’s what you want to believe.
“Well, I can tell you that he definitely doesn’t hate you in a bad way.”
“You’re so sweet to me, Steve.” He weirdly knew just how to comfort you, even after only knowing you for a short while.
“What type of neighbour would I be if I didn’t help you with your worries?” He leaned back slightly and twirled his fingers in the air, symbolizing for you to turn around. So you did, slightly tilting your body and following Steve’s lead to have you lean a bit on his front as he started massaging your shoulders.
You were so beautiful like this, to the point where the man couldn’t help but be entranced by your delicate skin and soft whimpers of relief as each moment passed.
Just as much as Steve could tell that his roommate had a schoolboy crush on you, he desperately felt the same way too. The young Harrington was used to girls throwing themselves at him. Especially working the odd job here and there to make ends meet — there was no shortage of new women in his life. Just some flirting with someone at the bar and he could let out all of his pent up energy with someone. In the same way that Eddie had a tendency to go out with people after his shows, the apartment almost always had a guest of some sort. No one could count just how many times a sock on the door was used on a random day of the week, and not a Saturday night like a normal person. However, that all seemed to stop when you moved in. The day you came into town to look at the apartment for the first time, Eddie and Steve were hanging out on their own balcony and heard a soft voice from the slightly open window next door.
There you were with a sweet smile and soft voice, it seemed to hypnotize both men instantly. After some prying, they found out through the landlord that you were one of ten people who had interest in renting the place next to them. Needless to say, the two men did everything in their power to seem like annoying, loud and obnoxious neighbours — thank God that Eddie’s band was up for the game too and decided to have rehearsal in the apartment for a few days. Slowly but surely, you were the last interested party; the goal that Steve and Eddie were aiming for. When you officially moved in, the playboy days were dwindling down for the roommates. Of course, there was maybe the bi-weekly partner whenever things became really stressful. However, sometimes a right hand and imagination go a long way. At the very least, Steve had more ammo than Eddie, since he actually spoke to you. Eddie just kept to himself about the crush and tried to do everything to forget about you.
Such a stubborn man , Steve constantly thought.
In truth, the men were not strangers when it came to sharing a partner or five. They were like a fantasy come to life when some women walked through the apartment doors. Imagine going home with a hot guitarist, only to head to his place and find a muscular pretty boy lounging on the couch in a tight white shirt. Anyone with a sound mind would feel their legs go numb at the thought of taking both men at once.
Alas, Steve and Eddie were of sound mind as well. They knew that sharing was caring, and if all parties were up for it, then it was bound to be a long and pleasurable night for everyone.
Currently, it was all up for the younger Harrington to see if you were even slightly interested. And by the way you bit your lip every time Eddie’s name was mentioned, or how your eyes would glaze over every time Steve would unintentionally flex his muscles; he hoped that maybe he would get the chance to place a soft kiss on your lips. Especially since his roommate would not be able to get rid of his stubbornness and make the first move on you.
“Feels nice,” your voice brought him out of his thoughts. Slowly, your shoulders began to relax beneath his fingertips. “Sorry I kept asking about your roommate’s sex life.” In truth, you felt shy with the fact that you spoke so heavily on such a private matter with someone you barely knew.
“It’s not a problem at all. You get so cute when an embarrassing topic comes up,” Steve whispered as he got close to your ear whilst massaging you.
“Honestly, I’ve never really talked about this stuff with other people. Even my ex-boyfriend rarely spoke about it with me,” you said honestly as you closed your eyes.
“Curious?”
Softly, Steve placed a kiss on the back of your neck. The small action made you whimper accidentally. It shocked you in the nicest way possible, so much so, that you didn’t think before speaking. “I-I suppose. There are just a lot of things I want to experience but no one to do it with.”
“You don’t need to do it with anyone. You can always have some fun on your own,” Steve teased as his hands went further down your spine to massage you.
“Oh, I can?”
With soft eyes, you looked at him over your shoulder. You saw the way there was an intense look behind his gaze — full of fire and lust; it made you bite your lip out of excitement and desperation. Steve’s hands were barely massaging your back now, they were caressing your sides up and down. Every few movements he would brush against the bottom of your clothed-breasts before going back down again. It was causing tingles to vibrate throughout your body. In an instant, Steve kissed your shoulder before looking at you intensely.
“These walls are thin, baby. I haven’t heard you bring anyone over. A pretty girl in a new city deserves to be taken out on dates. But, most importantly, I haven’t heard you touch yourself since you moved in either,” he teased, his face getting closer and closer to your face with each word. At this point, your lips were barely a centimetre apart.
“How did you — there’s no time for me to try,” you said honestly with a pout.
“Aweh, pretty girl is stressed out with everything going on, huh?” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose.
“Yes, but this makes me feel so good,” you moaned as Steve’s fingers moved down to massage the sides of your thighs. “Do you talk like this to all your neighbours?”
Steve chuckled as he stopped his movements to look at you with a grin. “Only the most beautiful ones. Especially the ones who want to help with my horrid interior design.”
“So there really is a catch,” you giggled, hoping that Steve didn’t feel your cheeks warm up as he held your face in his hand.
This was it, the smile you showed him, the lust in your eyes that increased as time went on, and the way you kept squeezing your thighs together — Steve was about to lose it. In so many ways, everything felt so easy-going with you. He could barely remember a time where he actually enjoyed having a conversation so mundane with anyone.
“I wanna kiss you so bad,” he thought aloud.
“Please do.”
With that, both of you leaned forwards to feel the softness of each other’s lips. It was a kiss that was so unchaste that you prayed no one would even attempt to look into the balcony. Goodness knows that there actually is a very religious old lady who lives above you. So a near impossibility floated through your head, wondering if she had the flexibility to use the fire escape. But, that thought easily left your head as you felt Steve’s tongue tease your lips. That, along with his hands roaming your entire body made you moan just enough for him to tease his tongue with yours.
In truth, you couldn’t handle the angle of twisting your body around, so you moved the blanket slightly before moving your back a little straighter. Steve got the message and moved forwards too, to allow you to be more comfortable as the kiss progressed. After a few moments, he had you lay down on the arm of the couch, secretly placing a pillow above your head in the process.
You looked so angelic like this. With the light from the fake candles above making you glow from your hair to your eyes to your smile, Steve wished so badly that he was able to capture this moment forever. Even as you slowed down the kiss to catch your breath, the small noises you were making only solidified the fact that he adored this night. Slowly, Steve kissed down your neck, noting the way you whimpered louder when he hit your pulsepoint. When you arched your back, it coincided with the moment the man placed a hand right above your breast. The cold autumn air made your nipples a bit hard, even through the dress you were wearing. As if by instinct, Steve pushed the neckline of the fabric down so that he was able to bare more of your soft skin to the evening stars.
“Such pretty tits,” he whispered as he exposed your nipples to the cool air. Steve’s mouth began to drool at the thought of putting his mouth on them. “It’s a shame it’s almost winter time and they’re gonna be covered up.”
“Well, you don’t know my costume yet,” you giggled sweetly as you unknowingly lifted your body up, bringing your breasts closer to his mouth.
So, the man kissed down your skin, ensuring to linger on his lips in his path. “What’re you gonna be? A bunny? Little puppy?” he teased, placing a chaste kiss onto both of your hardened buds with the final two questions.
“I was thinking of a pirate. Could be really nice with a little dress and a corset—oh,” you moaned as Steve sucked and bit your nipple.
“You’ll be the death of me that night,” he whispered onto your chest as one hand moved the blanket to the side and began massaging your bare thighs.
“Not if you get to me first,” you giggled. The man’s hands were moving further and further up your thighs before it reached a sliver of lace. Desperately, you moved your hips forwards and squeezed your thighs together to give yourself some level of relief. No one has ever dreamed more for someone’s hands to move faster. “What if people see?”
The question filled your mind as the cool air seemed to touch more of your skin. A mixture of hot and cold overwhelmed you now, alongside conflicted feelings about whether or not to ask Steve to bring the activities inside.
However, if the throbbing between your legs was telling you one thing, it was to please find the climax of your pleasure as soon as possible.
“We’re on one of the top floors, plus everyone is inside already,” Steve comforted you, moving his body upwards to kiss you sweetly.
“How about Eddie?” you asked in a whisper.
“Not home for another hour, I think,” he mirrored the volume of your voice as he continued to kiss your cheek and neck.
“Oh, alright, keep going,” you smiled whilst helping the man out by lifting the skirt of your dress higher in order to expose more of your thighs to the cool-air.
Steve nearly came in his pants as he looked down to see the glowing skin. “Yeah?” he teased, biting your ear in the process.
With one last kiss down your neck, the man next to you looked down to see the way your arousal was seeping through your black lace panties. Even in the darkness of the evening, your thighs were glistening with the wetness that has grown throughout the night. Steve took a moment to capture the image of you squeezing your thighs and rocking them slightly to satiate your desperation, before slowly taking his hand and removing the drenched fabric from you. Once it was off, your pussy began to throb in anticipation as to what was going to happen next.
You both looked down to see how Steve’s hand slowly made its way between your thighs. He was so easily able to make you bite your lip and look back and forth between his focused face and his large hand.
“Please, touch me,” you begged sweetly, moving your hips upwards to get his fingers to meet your needy clit.
“Like this?” the words barely left his lips before he finally touched the wetness between your thighs. He began to massage the little nub in circular movements, then from side to side. Any small touch was enough to make you mewl and lean your head on his shoulder as you moaned in pure ecstasy. “So sensitive, doll.”
“Feels so nice, Steve. I need more.” Moans and whimpers were releasing from your throat like a song.
Steve decided on a fast pattern that made you breathe heavily next to him. You were so beautiful like this, so needy and throbbing beneath the evening skies. The cool air made your nipples hard, silently begging Steve's lips to go upon them again. However, he wanted to kiss you first, savouring the way he was drinking up every moan and whimper you were emitting, whilst his other hand went to massage and squeeze your breasts softly.
It was when the man next to you slowly inserted one finger into your wet hole, that you moaned louder than you have tonight. “I-I-Steve, I really like that,” you whimpered incoherently between kisses.
“Can I add another one?” he asked with a smile against your lips, but you barely needed to nod before your hips were thrusting themselves upwards in excitement, urging another finger inside of you to stretch you out.
“More,” you whispered as you arched your back. Steve continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, his thumb massaging your clit every few movements. He wanted to continue this moment of ecstasy by kissing down your neck and then going to suck on your hardened nipples.
“You’re so beautiful like this. So wet for me. Look how well you’re taking me.”
“Your fingers are so much thicker than mine,” you giggled through bitten lips.
“When was the last time you’ve been fucked, doll?” Steve asked as he looked up at you as he sucked on your left nipple, the most sensitive of the two.
The question was a simple one, one that embarrassed you quite a bit. But, remembering what it was like to be stretched out, made you throb upon Steve’s thick fingers. Your mind couldn’t stop itself from wondering one thing: what would it be like if the man before you was going to be the one stretching you out.
Judging by the hardness that he has been sporting for the past little while, you had a pretty good idea.
“It’s been too long. Months, Steve,” you admitted. “C-can you, please help me?”
You wished so badly to be more vulgar with your words; however, your brain was so focused on the climax of your pleasure, and the fact that Steve’s fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace.
“Not even a toy? Hairbrush? How about using a cute pillow as something to rub your pretty pussy on?” Steve’s perverted mind kept urging him to ask the questions. He noted the way your heat clenched with each word.
“No, I have no time,” you moaned loudly. This time, Steve kneeled in front of you now, leaving your breasts feeling colder as the wind hit the trail of saliva he left.
“You poor thing. Well, looks like we gotta find a way to let out all your pent up stress,” he kissed your clit sweetly with the last word.
The words failed to leave your throat. Instead, a breathy moan escaped instead. Steve began to kiss and lick your sensitive clit as his thick fingers were making their way inside of you. This felt like such a dream. There have been countless nights where you have awoken from a rather active imagination — wondering what it would feel like if your neighbour were to help you release your sexual energy. The dating game has not been extremely friendly to you, and the only person who has come up in your mind as someone who made your legs involuntarily squeeze together, was your neighbour.
But which neighbour exactly?
It would be a lie to say that only Steve has been the main focus. Sometimes you have dreamed that it was Eddie thrusting his silver ring-clad fingers inside of you. Maybe it was both of them at the same time. But, good god, Steve was so good that you nearly forgot everything in your brain. His soft lips began to suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue slowly. He noticed how you would clench on his fingers and gush a little more if he sucked hard and moved his fingers upwards. And so, he did it over and over until you were moaning so loud that he could even hear it when your thighs squeezed around his head.
“You’re so good at this, Stevie. My pussy feels nicer than it ever has,” you thought aloud.
“And here I thought you were too embarrassed to do it outside,” he winked up at you before going down to kiss your swollen clit.
“Maybe I’ll use a blanket to cover you up a bit, just in case,” you smiled before putting the warm fabric upon his shoulders.
“Such a sweet girl,” he whispered onto your clit, with two meanings behind the words.
Remembering how nice it felt when Steve’s lips and fingers were squeezing your nipples, you mirrored his previous actions with your hands. Thankfully, it added a little bit of warmth to your skin.
“I-I’m so close, Steve.”
“Gonna get louder for me, doll? Your noises are so fucking nice.” He started to thrust his thick fingers inside of you faster. He was able to hit a sweet spot that made you cry out in ecstasy.
“Someone might hear, Steve,” you whimpered as you grasped onto his hair with one hand.
The man looked up at you and winked whilst sucking on your clit. You couldn’t stop staring at the hazel eyes, focusing on them and the pleasure he was able to give you. However, it was when his eyes broke eye contact with you, that your heart dropped to your stomach.
“It’s a bit too late for that.”
Fuck.
The voice was familiar, clouded by a raspiness that made your body shiver. Then, there was the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air that felt comforting to your senses in the cold weather. No matter how much you knew you should turn around and confirm who was behind you, your instincts knew exactly who it was. So you didn’t take your gaze away from Steve, who gave your clit one last kiss before straightening his back — his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside of you.
“When did you get back?” Steve asked with a tilt to his head.
“Like five minutes ago. I stopped by the grocery to get eggs and some sliced cheese because we ran out yesterdat,” Eddie said calmly.
How dare they act so nonchalant as you lay here, extremely exposed to the elements?
“Thanks, man,” Steve nodded as he took his roommate’s cigarette for a slight puff. His movements made his fingers inside of you twitch slightly
This made you turn around to see the curly-haired man leaning on the railing that separated your two balconies. He probably hates you so much right now. Every time you two have interacted, it has been moments of silence and awkward stares. This was surely the most awkward situation of them all. Thus, you got some of the blanket to cover yourself up, covering your chest and the top of your thighs.
For some reason though, everything seemed to excite you. Steve noticed it too, how you were getting wetter and wetter by the second. It made him smirk when he looked down to see your thighs squeezing together slightly.
“Did you invite more people to the party this weekend?” Steve continued.
“Nah, I think our guest list is finalized,” Eddie shrugged without breaking eye contact with you. It was you who looked away first.
“Add in our neighbour here, she said she’ll help us with decorating too,” he added, about to give you the cigarette before you shook your head.
“Steve,” you whispered annoyedly, your eyes looking between his own and the hand between your legs.
He got a hint, not the right one, but a hint nonetheless. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. Steve simultaneously gave Eddie the cigarette back whilst thrusting his fingers in and out of your throbbing centre.
It felt so nice that you tilted your head back without realizing you did so. With bitten lips and a slightly frustrated whimper, you were about to respond. Instead, it was Eddie who spoke up first, looking at the both of you.
“Cool, it won’t be too crowded anyways. Maybe I’ll head out and find a costume,” Eddie said. It would be a lie to say he didn’t glance over to see the glistening arousal on Steve’s fingers.
“If you see a punch bowl then buy it, I think the one we have broke,” Steve said nonchalantly as he easily brought his other hand to your core and started to circle your clit.
The pleasure was becoming too much. The sound of both their voices was doing things to your body which were inexplicable. Adding the warmth of the blanket around you, you began to sweat with pure eroticism running through your veins. But, you weren’t about to orgasm in such an embarrassing situation, with a neighbour who always seemed to be on his last nerve around you.
“I can't do this,” you whispered. Steve stopped his movements and placed his hands on your thighs instead, looking at you with concern. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Eddie and I have walked in on each other dozens of times, it’s fine, doll.”
“It’s true,” the dealer admitted. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
“N-no,” you exclaimed. Closing your legs and turning your body towards Eddie’s.
Unsure of what came over your body, you bit your lip, looking between the two men. Your entire sex life has been filled with mediocre relations — men who just enjoyed the missionary position more than anything else. Even if you asked for a little bit of a change, the guys would pretend to be up for it. But, in the final minute, claim that the previous actions have worked before, so there was no need to try something new. But right now, your body is on fire in the best way possible. This was a situation that only your imagination could think of. But this wasn’t a fantasy, this was the realest your life has been thus far since moving into this apartment. The throbbing between your legs only solidified your feelings. However, you did want to get something out of the way first.
“Do you hate me more now?” You whispered to the curly-haired man before you.
“Why do you say that?” Eddie asked in return, leaning over the railing and placing a hand on your cheek.
“This is the most you’ve ever spoken around me, a-and it’s such a lewd act I’m in.” The words fell from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes slightly.
Steve noticed the nervousness exuding from your body, so he slowly drew soft circles on your thighs to comfort you. He knew that Eddie probably had a million thoughts in his head, but he wanted to hear it be said from the man himself.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t hate you,” Eddie wiped a tear from your cheek. “I-I—”
“Say it, Munson. Admit it already,” Steve teased. Eddie looked at him in a slight annoyance before looking at you again.
“What does he mean?” You asked sweetly.
“I-I want you. Fuck , I’ve always wanted you from the start. But you seemed so angelic, so untouchable. It pissed me off that you were so close yet I didn’t have the guts to talk to you.”
His words shocked you, so much so that you gasped and looked away from him. Your head turned towards Steve who gave you a sweet smile. The men before you seemed to read each other’s minds as they looked at you with a warmth that filled your body. For a moment, you pulled yourself away from Steve’s touch on your legs, and Eddie’s hand on your cheek and sat close to the corner of the couch. In that second of contemplation, you tried to listen to the millions of thoughts running through your brain.
However, it was Steve whose voice comforted you amongst your thoughts. “Are you alright, doll?”
All you could do was nod as a response.
“I’ll be going —” Eddie said as he finished his cigarette and put it out on the ground.
“N-no, stay here. Please, Eddie.” It came out as a desperate plea.
“You mean that, sweetheart?” The man asked you.
With a look in your eyes that told the world that you were so unsure of where the situation would go next, you looked towards Steve, who was kneeling next to you. He smiled at you so sweetly that you brought your face close to his and kissed him chastely. A moment later, you brought your body upwards, blanket still covering you, and sat up near Eddie’s figure.
“I mean it. I need you, the both of you,” the words were so filled with lust that it shocked the roommates.
Steve went to stand behind you, a hand grasping your hip and pushing you forwards slightly. With a soft whisper in your ear, he said, “you know exactly what you want to do next, don’t you, doll?” The man winked at his roommate before moving your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, his eyes still looking at you and Eddie.
And so, with a deep breath and a hand on the guitarist's cheek, you leaned forward by merely an inch. There was barely a need to move far as Eddie was meeting your halfway. The smell of tobacco filled your senses for a moment. But then, whether it was a gust of wind, Steve’s kiss upon your neck making you tingle, or you and Eddie’s bodies moving simultaneously — you kissed him. You kissed him so deeply that you moaned into the kiss as if it was something you have been longing for.
You have.
So has he.
So has Steve, but he was going to keep his perverted thoughts to himself for the next little while as he saw the way you were finding pleasure just through kisses. Also, if the way Eddie’s cheeks were blushing with each movement and touch your fingers laid upon his collarbone, he definitely was enjoying this just as equally.
“Look at you, doll, you look so pretty when you get what you want,” Steve teasingly whispered in your ear. “Needy girl.”
“Am not,” you pouted as you separated your lips from Eddie’s to look at the man behind you. “I just know what I like,” you giggled.
Steve chuckled with you as he took his turn to kiss you now. Eddie took the opportunity to jump the railing and find his way to the couch seat next to you. The man pushed the blanket down to expose your breasts to the cool-air again, taking a moment to admire the way they bounced every time you moved your head slightly to deepen the kiss you were sharing with his roommate.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” Eddie whispered loudly to himself.
“They’re so sore,” you teased, bringing a hand up to squeeze your right nipple. The pleasure from the pinch, as well as Steve’s lips leaving little love bites on the left side of your neck made you moan.
“Oh, I can definitely help you with that, sweet girl.” After the words left his mouth, Eddie brought himself closer to you. After going to kiss you once and winking at Steve in the process, he dove down to suck on your tits in a motion that caused you to lean forward to feel more of the pleasure.
You didn’t notice, however, the way your hips were grinding on the squished pillow that found its way beneath your thighs. Steve saw how you were riding your waves of ecstasy with all of the sensations you were feeling. He swears his cock couldn’t handle it now. So much so, that he leaned back from you to stroke his hardness through the fabric of his pants. Even the little bit of pressure made him moan alongside you now.
The noise made you turn around to see the way Steve’s cheeks reddened as he stared at you and Eddie like his own personal porno. “Having a hard time, Stevie?” Eddie teased between licks to your breasts.
“Fuck off, man. My doll looks so beautiful like this. I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Would you want some help with that?” you giggled as you pushed Eddie further onto the couch, nearly laying on top of him. All in order to bend over in front of Steve.
“Still so wet,” he said deeply, admiring the glistening arousal between your legs and the roundness of your bottom.
“Please, Steve. Your fingers felt so nice, but I want to be stretched out by something more,” you nearly whined.
Eddie was kissing your neck now, loving the way your voice sounded when you begged. “Come on, big boy. Looks like our girl can take it.”
“I’ll take you real nice,” Steve said as he stroked his fingers from your clit to your sopping hole. “Will you tell me if it becomes too much?”
In truth, this was the most exhilarating your have ever felt during a moment of sexual relations with another man, let alone two. Everything before this was so vanilla, that anything besides the usual seemed scary. However, this didn't. This made you want to experience pleasure whilst giving it simultaneously. Adding the fact that someone may see at any moment was causing waves of thrill and excitement to flow through your being. Steve must have seen the plethora of emotions in your eyes, as he was so hypnotized by them.
“I promise. Now, please,” you moaned while bringing your butt back to grind on Steve’s clothed-hardness. Even through the layers you could feel the heat emitting from it.
“Your wish is my command.” With that, he pushed his pants and started to tease your entrance with his tip.
Although you couldn’t see it as you looked back from your left shoulder, you could tell it was thick. So thick in fact, that even him spreading your folds was enough to make you whimper and giggle.
“He’s never had a complaint thus far,” Eddie whispered in your ear before kissing you again.
“Maybe I’ll give a review—oh,” you moaned into Eddie’s lips as Steve slowly entered your throbbing pussy.
“That’s it, taking me so well,” he said, thrusting into you at a slow but pleasurable pattern. Inch by inch, he swears that heaven was before his eyes. Seeing the way you held onto Eddie’s shoulders with a tighter grip made Steve smile with the amount of ecstasy you were feeling.
“F-faster, please, Steve. I h-haven’t felt this good in so long,” you nearly began to move your hips to meet with his thrusts. Desperately, achingly, you adored the way his cock felt inside you. Each throb was met with a new inch for you to get used to, and it was the easiest thing to fall in love with.
Before you could even take a breath after saying a sentence, Steve grabbed your hips tightly and began to rock into you faster and faster. Eddie looked at his roommate with pride, noting how entranced Steve looked as he fucked you deeper and deeper. Then, when the dealer looked at you, and the way you bit your lip and placed your head on his shoulder because of all the ecstasy you were experiencing — Eddie had never thanked the gods of fate more than he was right now. For some reason, he was feeling utterly horny beyond belief throughout the day and promised himself when he got home he would smoke a bit and indulge in some X-rated films and a squishy plastic toy. The fact that he got every green light on the way home, and his parking spot wasn’t taken by the annoying downstairs neighbour; it was like the universe wanted him to be home right on time to get a live show of you and Steve on the verge of fucking.
Now, as your body squished against Eddie’s, your thighs brushing against his hardness, he swears he could get off on only this.
“Can I suck you off, Eddie?” The words brought him out of his thoughts.
They were the best words to do so, too.
“Oh, my darling. You seem to be enjoying Stevie over here,” he kissed you as you moaned loudly, wanting to drink up your sounds.
“But, I need you too. My mouth feels s-so lonely.” You pouted as you brought your left hand down to place a trail of light touches from Eddie’s neck to his stomach then to his bulge beneath his jeans.
“He’s big, doll. Are you sure you can take our two cocks?” Steve leaned down to whisper in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.
“Yes, I can. I promise it’ll be alright,” you whimpered as you felt Steve throbbing within you, before turning your face to pout and say: “he’s so hard too.”
With a grip to Eddie’s hardness below, you stroked it through the denim to emphasize your point. When you finally got a moment to breathe, you looked down to see just how thick — and maybe even longer — Eddie was in comparison to his roommate. Just like Steve was doing before, you slightly drooled and looked at the rockstar’s member with hypnotized eyes.
“It’s a dream come true. Isn’t that right, Munson?” Steve teased as he went to straighten his back and continue thrusting into you.
“What do you mean?” you asked innocently. In truth, the possibility of Eddie dreaming about this moment made you clench slightly; the younger Harrington definitely felt it.
“I mean — fuck — he’s been waiting for you, doll.”
“Harrington, I swear to god,” the other man said through clenched teeth, due to both the pleasure of your hands and his roommate’s annoying mouth.
“Have you dreamed about me, Eddie?” You looked at the man in question now whilst biting your lip. “Pictured me just like this: fucked out in front of you?”
This was a look that neither man has seen in your eyes before: one that was filled with lust and teasing. Every time before this, you had such a serene and sweet look behind your eyes, with the remnants of a smile always lingering on your face. But this, this was as if you were a succubus on earth for the two roommates before you. The drool dripping from your lips was enough to solidify that thought. “Every night,” Eddie grunted.
“Your cock is so long,” you said with a whimper. “May I?”
“Please,” Eddie was able to say in his haze, right before you started to unzip his pants slowly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”
The words made you throb harder on Steve’s cock as he thrusted into you, making you imagine the moment when the two roommates would switch places. The younger Harrington was staring at you both like he was watching his favourite film come to life. Even the words you were saying were right out of an erotic movie he saw the other day.
“Can I ride you one day?” You whispered to Eddie, kissing down his shaft slowly.
“You’re so needy,” Steve grunted. “Just the thought is making your pussy throb on me — unh, fuck ,” he moaned.
It’s true, getting a taste of Eddie made you throb slightly at pleasure of it all. Especially once you started to lick the head, tasting the precum and hearing the guitarist moan above you, you felt yourself throb around Steve harder and harder.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna be our good little fuck toy?” Eddie asked once you started to envelop your lips around his cock.
The image of you looking up at him and drooling over his hardness will be something ingrained in his mind forever. Then the humming got louder and louder as you nodded, causing vibrations to flow through Eddie’s cock. It felt so good that he tilted his head back slightly as you moaned on him, the warm and sucking sensation only making him get closer to the edge. After a moment he looked down to see that the source of your mouth’s vibrations weren’t just due to the fast pace Steve was thrusting into you; but it was also the fact that younger Harrington also was reaching down to circle his fingers in your clit.
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that your hands took over now to squeeze Eddie’s hardness, all so you could whimper and moan loudly for both men to hear.
Here’s hoping the neighbours won’t complain tonight.
“Your mouth is so good, you know that?” Eddie said in a tone deeper than usual.
“I can take you deeper, use my throat, Eddie,” you looked up at him whilst moving your hips to meet with Steve’s. The pleasure was overtaking all of your bodies now.
“I wanna see you cum while you’re sucking my cock, can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded quickly, your hand stroking him faster out of pure eagerness.
Eddie smiled, nearly sinisterly. “Can you do that for me, Harrington?”
“We both know I can,” Steve grunted, moving faster into you.
In truth, he was so happy that Eddie said those words. Steve swears he was about to combust at any moment, but he was just waiting for you to find the climax of your pleasure. He was only praying that he would last longer. However, with the way you were throbbing so beautifully on him, nearly glowing with ecstasy, Steve wanted to see the climax of it all. “That’s it, pretty girl,” Steve teased, he knew exactly what you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “You look so pretty with two cocks in you. This is what you wanted, huh?”
“Yes, yes, every night I think about it,” a loud groan fell from your lips as you responded, Steve’s cock hitting you from an angle that was hitting your sweet spot over and over. Then, Eddie was the one who felt the remnants of your pleasure — with your hands and mouth going back to milking his own hardness in the process.
“Looks like we’re all on the same page. The amount of times I’ve imagined fucking you on this balcony. You look so pretty when you’re reading here in your little shorts.”
Who knew the exhibitionist bug within Steve rubbed off on you in more ways than one?
“Keep going, Steve,” Eddie moaned as he gripped your hair with his right hand. “I think she’s close. Sweetheart loves to hear how pretty and fuckable she is.”
“Feels nice,” you whispered quickly before going back to suck harder.
“Oh yeah? You should hear about Eddie’s little escapades about you, doll.”
All you could do was tilt your head whilst The guitarist was still inside your mouth. Eddie got the hint as he looked into your eyes, his hardness thrusting deeper and deeper into your throat slowly as he spoke. “Every time I see you in the hallways I swear I can’t control myself. I feel like such a perv with the dreams that float through my head.”
The man barely had a moment to savour the feeling of being fully into your mouth now, because you released him quickly to tease. “Wanna make them come true one day?” You asked with a wink.
“One of them already is, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, noting the way your legs began to tremble as Steve continued to circle your clit again whilst hitting the soft spot within you with his cock.
“Now how about you cum for us to really make this dream one to remember?” the man behind you said.
“Faster,” you nodded, accepting his challenge.
“Good girl.”
The words were echoing through the air, but you weren’t sure who said it. In truth, it could have been both of them. The roommates were so prone to playing off of each other, seeing what exactly the third person liked and enjoyed. Most of them adored it when one of them was sweet whilst the other was slightly degrading. Some wanted them both to be a little mean. But then there was you, who enjoyed the feeling of being praised and teased like such a good girl for them. So with the words echoing in your head, of different compliments which bordered the line of perversion each time — you swear that the pleasure you’ve been feeling had been turned up a thousand times. On one hand, Steve was doing such a good job on you: thrusting back and forth into your throbbing hole, whilst bending down to circle your nub. The stretch was everything you needed after such a long time of being single and busy with life. From behind you, he would whisper just loud enough for you to hear.
“Such a sweet girl for me, huh? So tight and wet for us,” he would chant like a prayer — a prayer to the gods who were probably looking down upon this scene from the starry sky. Steve was nearly thanking them for putting him in this moment where he was able to see how you nodded in response upon Eddie’s cock, and then feeling your pussy throb below as you reacted to the little compliment.
Then, there was Eddie, who was doing such a wonderful job stroking your hair lovingly as you looked up at him. Now it was your turn to give the pleasure, noticing how Eddie would thrust his own hips upwards into your mouth every time you squeezed his balls with the right amount of pressure. He also adored the way your moans would vibrate through his own body every time you felt good. So the guitarist used his skilled fingers to reach down and use one hand to twist your lonely nipples. The way you would moan and whimper was felt on him ten-fold. With a light grip on the side of your hair, he would help you swallow more and more of his cock: his main goal wanting to feel your ecstasy.
“If we knew you were so horny, these holes would have had a lot of fun by now,” Eddie teased as he saw your eyes start to roll back a little. “Come for us, sweetheart.”
With that, Eddie looked at the way you nodded up at him with pleasure-filled tears in your eyes. Your climax was so close now as your moans became louder and the grip on Eddie’s shaft tightened.
Eddie looked up at Steve with a smile, knowing that his roommate was close to the edge as well. And so, Steve circled your clit faster and faster — the movement making your pussy throb. It wasn’t until you gave one hard suck on Eddie, tasting his cum, while Steve massaged your nub at the right angle that it happened. You felt the orgasm take over your entire body in an instant; it was like a vibration that you didn’t know how to control. It was evident to everyone on the balcony that your climax was extremely overwhelming. You were arching your back more, creating another angle for Steve to thrust into you. All while you had to let go of Eddie, who was inside of your mouth, in order to release your moans to the world. Your hands continued to stroke his hardness until you saw that his hot tip was ready. With a slightly open mouth, you looked up at the man to show him you were ready to taste his cum too.
“Are you boys gonna cum for me too?” You teased sweetly. It was enough for both men to finally let go from the pent up ecstasy they were feeling.
You were so beautiful, taking the creamy liquid everywhere. Moans filled your ears as both men thrust deeply inside of you; at the same time, you were being filled from two different holes as the men fell deeply in love with the feeling of your warmth. For all three of you to ride out your orgasms so sweetly, was the most erotic part of it all. With the situation nearly looking like it was out of a painting as all three of you took a few moments to bask in the evening breeze, a blanket intertwined between your bodies, and sweat glistening upon your skin.
Both men looked at you with adoration, noting how you were glowing as you relaxed your body. Just as Eddie pulled out of your mouth first, grabbing one of the leftover napkins from dinner to wipe away at your mouth, he noticed how you had swallowed nearly all of it.
You really were such a good girl , he thought but didn’t say aloud as he wiped your mouth that was covered in saliva.
Then, Steve took his softening cock out of you, taking a moment to admire the creamy fluid in between your legs. He pushed your skirt down to cover you up and whispered, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine, thank you, Steve.” Your voice was tired out — mainly from all the moaning and whimpering you were just doing. The serene sound will never leave the men’s thoughts.
“I hope we weren’t too rough on you,” Eddie sweetly chuckled whilst pulling you up to move your body and have you sit comfortably on the couch.
“Not at all,” you giggled sweetly as you sat closer to the guitarist. “It was quite fun.”
The giddiness in your voice was apparent as you smiled to yourself. Steve adored how you became slightly shy, even after all of the lewd acts you three have committed on this balcony. He would do anything to continue seeing the heat rush to your face, even in the coldest of weather. Just as he sat down on the couch, leaving you in between both men, Eddie continued to tease.
“Yeah? Looks like we gave you a nice housewarming gift.”
“Maybe we gotta christen every part of the apartment — it would only be right,” Steve said whilst smoothing the blanket over your thighs.
“Is he always this kinky?” You questioned towards Eddie now, with a chuckle in your voice.
“Oh yeah, sometimes if I know he invited this one girl over, I don’t go to the apartment for a few days so the smell of sex can leave the air,” Eddie groaned jokingly, putting an arm around you.
Honestly, you do remember the way you heard a patterned noise that sounded really similar to a headboard hitting a wall, alongside moans and laughter. Your innocent mind genuinely thought that Steve was watching a funny movie with a date — not, well, you know . “That explains why you didn’t come the other weekend. I thought you hated me. Who knew it was because Steve is so horny.”
“Hey, I didn’t bring you two together to gossip about me,” Steve gasped in disbelief as he saw the way you and Eddie had quickly gotten past the phase of awkwardness.
“But it’s fun,” you pouted, moving over so your cheek could rest on Steve’s broad shoulder.
“There’s definitely something more fun than this that I could think of,” Steve teased, looking in his roommate’s direction
“Maybe we could —” you paused as you looked between both men, fearful that you looked too eager.
But, they seemed to admire the excitement in your eyes, looking at one another before focusing their gazes on your figure which was sinking into the couch. A teasingly sinister smile crept up on Eddie’s face as he touched your thigh softly. “We could do what, sweetheart?”
“Maybe we can head inside? It’s so cold now,” you giggled, shivers running through your body.
Luckily for you, warmth ran through your body, shooting straight to your heart amongst the cool autumn breeze overtook your senses now. No other moment in your life has ever made you feel so exhilarated like this. Just as Eddie placed a chaste kiss on your lips, whilst Steve teased his mouth over your neck — a million thoughts ran through your brain. Then, when you felt a hand reach under the blanket and touch the soft skin of your thighs, one thought became louder than the rest:
Maybe, just maybe, moving into a new apartment during the month of October was a good idea after all.
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So I’m going to try to do kinktober and I’ll be using Lazy Ghoul’s list and this is what I’m planning/thinking about so far (I want to doodle a pic and write a short blurb so go with it)
Week One - masturbation - Dream or Miguel jerking it in the shower
Week Two - phone sex - Miguel on phone as he jerks himself
Week Three - exhibition/voyeurism - Dream or Miguel hunched over at a desk as you suck them off below
Week Four - free use (strip tease/stripper pole) - Dream dancing on a pole
Week Five - Monster fucking - Nightmare!Dream or Vampire!Miguel each of them licking their lips free of blood/cum
#yes I only have two I bounce between#sue me#dream and Miguel are my babygirls#but I’m lowkey excited to do this#if y’all have any other suggestions 👀👀👀#I’m listening#this is what I do at work#just think about filth#and wish I could draw/write#dream of the endless x reader#Miguel O’Hara x reader#morpheus x reader#lazyghoulskinktober2023#smut#rogue rambles
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week two: phone sex
nsfw, oral sex, dirty talk, toy used, implies tall!reader
wc: 534
summary: buying a phone from robin was a mistake.
Buying a phone from Robin changed your farm life. You didn’t need to travel to her house to see her stock or prices, you got to call the saloon, and Pierre’s to see what he was selling for the day.
However, having the phone did come with prank callers and Vincent randomly checking in on you.
One rainy day, you and Haley were hanging out in your cottage. You had been dating for a while and the intimacy between you two intensified. The first time you two had sex was heavenly. Literally. You two roleplayed as an angel and devil and it was obvious who played each role.
“I’m bored.” She sighed, standing up from the couch. You followed her and wrap an arm around her shoulder.
“Well, there’s a lot we can do.” You suggested. “Watch TV, cook together, feed the animals—”
“No.” Haley disagreed. She turned to you, tip-toes, gently pinned you against the wall, and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your kiss picked up, to the point where you were taking each other’s clothes off.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You rolled your eyes, stopped the kiss, and grabbed the phone.
“Hello?” You asked, trying not to moan. Haley’s lips went down from your cheek to your collarbone and your chest.
“Hi! It’s Robin!” The carpenter sang.
“Ah fuck—” You whispered as your lover knelt down. She started kissing you, licking her tongue around you, sighing happily as you twitched and nearly lose your composure. “I mean ah, my fudge!”
“You baking brownies, farmer?” Robin asked.
“U-Um yeah, trying out a new recipe from Zuzu City.”
You heard Haley leave for a little bit, probably to get a pillow or blanket to kneel on. Grateful, you continued your conversation.
“So what do you want to talk about?”
“Oh! I noticed your coop isn’t upgraded yet. I think you should consider doing that because you are probably buying more animals…” Robin chatted endlessly about the farm.
You masked a moan as Haley motioned you to lean on the kitchen counter. You felt your toy she bought for you at your entrance. She knelt down again and kissed you, adding tongue around your rim.
Haley lubed up her fingers and inserted one gently..then two…then three…then, she stood up on a nearby chair, and thrusted the dildo inside. She was prepared and had it attached to a belt. When it came to lovemaking, she wasn’t soft as you expected.
She was thrusting hard, grabbing your hair and making you look up.
“You look so sexy babe,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. You felt like you were on fire, your body trembling with pleasure.
“…and you need another well…”
You mouthed out her name, squeezing your eyes shut. Haley gave you one last thrust and quickly jumped down from the chair. She pushed you back, straddled your lap, and kissed your chest, biting your nipples. Then she knelt down and roughly kissed your front.
“…how’s this phone treatin’ ya?”
“I like it!” You yelled into the phone. “Fuck having a phone is awesome!”
Robin didn’t hesitate to end the call. In fact, she was pretty impressed with how long you lasted while having the conversation.
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🎃 A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Chapter Two
A Truth Universally Acknowledged: It has long been established that you don’t like Dream of the Endless, and he doesn’t like you. Unfortunately, fate has decided to stick you both in a glass cage for a century. Who’s throat will be torn out first? Yours? Or Dreams.
Warnings: Power Imbalance, Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).
To Note: Morpheus x WitchFem!Reader.
Prompt: Role Reversal
Word Count: ~6.7k
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The Dreaming had been returned to order in a matter of days once Dream had collected his tools and reinstated his power. Especially after the Corinthian had been rounded up and dealt with… now the Endless had another more pressing concern of his on his mind and it had put him in a mood. No matter how hard he tried, he could not locate you. After the guard had fractured the cage, Dream had made quick work putting him and the other guard to sleep. Once they were taken care of, he had enacted his punishment upon Alexander Burgess for all the transgressions he had made towards him. And to you. Revenge served, Dream had fully intended to go back to the basement and take you with him for you had regressed to nothing but a shell of the fiery witch you had once been… but you had disappeared!
The frailty of your body was so severe Dream had thought that a mere trickle of wind would blow you over. He had calculated that with how weak you’d become, you wouldn’t even manage the most basic spell to get yourself out of the basement and would surely require his assistance. But you were gone, the only evidence of your presence being the blood smears that had dried over a century ago. He’d been disgruntled by your disappearance but understood the weakness in which you felt and had left you to recover. Only now, nearly a month past, there was no hide nor hair of your presence within the Dreaming or even the Waking!
Something was very much wrong with these events and Dream demanded to know why.
So the Endless was sitting on his throne, fingers clutching the armrests while poor Matthew tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with his boss. He’d been watching his boss stew in place for days wondering what could possibly have him so worked up when there was nothing wrong within the Dreaming! It was time to go ask Lucienne because she seemed to know all about Dream and surely would know what’s wrong. So Matthew took to the air, leaving behind a deeply brooding Endless. It didn’t take him long to reach the library, raven magic was really a fast track around the realm, and Matthew swooped down to the table Lucienne was reading at.
“Hiya Lucienne,” Matthew greeted, letting out a caw and shuffling his wings. The librarian looked up and examined the raven, should he not be with his master at the moment? Perhaps Lord Morpheus needed a book…
“Matthew, what brings you by,” She asked, peering at him over her spectacles. Matthew shifted on his feet and ruffled his wings again.
“So the boss has been in a downward spiral with his mood and its starting to effect the realm and he won’t stop muttering about Maga apparently avoiding him which he’s getting really touchy and upset about and I think he might blow his fuse soon enough.” Matthew spit out in a verbal barf. Lucienne blinked and processed the ravens words. Certainly Lord Morpheus had been in a mood. He was prone to falling into depressions and such… but that was only after a relationship crashed and burned. He’d returned from a century absence so what could possibly have the lord so upset this time? “Who’s Maga?”
“Maga is the latin word for witch,” Lucienne explained, rubbing her forehead and thinking deeply. “And there is only one witch whom Lord Morpheus refers to as Maga, neither she nor Lord Morpheus can tolerate each others company and avoid such circumstances. It has been that way since 1815.”
That confused Matthew a great deal.
“Wait… you say they can’t stand each other? Then why is the boss currently moping and brooding about her like she broke his heart??” Lucienne’s eyebrows shot up and her ear twitched.
“And what makes you think that?” The librarian inquired, her hands shaking slightly. You and Lord Morpheus? Get along?? Matthew cocked his head, still not understanding the long term tiff between you and Dream.
“Uh, because I’m like 99% sure he started crying because he couldn’t find her and then proceeded to learn that she’s avoiding him and totally broke down after that?” Matthew chittered, still remembering the odd sight. “I thought he was gunna start oozing goo like Howl…”
What in the seven endless realms was going on?
Romania was a very nice place to find yourself after whispering a random jumble of teleportation spells in hopes one would work. The coven you found yourself near was more than happy to assist you upon finding your half dead body strew in the nearby forest. You’d been filthy, covered in dirt, hadn’t bathed in a century, and depleted of magic. It was a miracle that they had still been able to recognize you as one of their own. You spent the first week in bed, sickly, and almost comatose, but by the kindness of the coven, you had made it through that sickness worse for wear. But still alive.
The grannies of the coven had spent the last three weeks trying shove food down your throat every other minute until you had taken to hiding from them. The head witch of the coven found it hilarious and gave you the privy of hiding out in her home… which you were currently doing with a nice warm cup of tea. The head witch, Elena, had already blessed you with an enchantment to hide your being from scrying and other such tracking magics. You’d only just escaped captivity and were quite fearful of being tracked down. Mainly by a certain Endless.
You both had problems with each other and your forced confinement together had only put your issues to the side, not solved them. Freedom had reminded you that Dream was two things: petty and vindictive. The thought of what the Endless would do to you once he remembered that you didn’t like each other for a reason, terrified you.
“You are still quite frail,” Elena murmured, eyeing your waif like frame once more. “I can see why they continue to pester you about food.”
“I do not have an appetite,” You replied quietly, sipping your tea. “And I know I need to gain weight… I just, eating isn’t appealing right now.”
“And why is that? You spent a century without food, that might not kill a witch but is certainly works up an appetite.” Elena tutted in a motherly tone. You ignored her jib and continued sipping your tea. “What is really bothering you that your mind won’t remind you to eat.”
Perhaps it was time for you to tell her that you hadn’t exactly been alone in your confinement. You set your tea cup to the side and played with your fingers for a moment.
“I—” You started, finding your voice catching in your throat. “I wasn’t alone in captivity.” Elena didn’t make a comment to your admittance and the silence stretched on. You took a deep breath. “I got stuck with Dream of the Endless and we may or may not have had a truce on our abrasive affairs and now that we’re free again I’m afraid of retaliation because he is angry. I haven’t been this weak in thousands of years, he could obliterate me with a single look.”
Elena blinked once, then twice, ruminated what you had spoken, and leaned back in her seat. It was widely known that you had an ongoing tiff with Dream of the Endless, certainly among the witch communities. A witch did not get involved with an Endless and not become the topic of discussion. However, no one had thought that you and he would so openly express your dislike for each other. It had been the topic of discussion for decades, certainly after the incident in 1815. Everyone knew that you two would have an explosive argument should you cross paths again… but for you and he to be trapped together for 106 years?
“Well if you didn’t kill each other in that time I certainly don’t think you hate each other anymore,” Elena murmured in comment. You reluctantly admitted to yourself that you didn’t in fact, hate Dream of the Endless. Quite the opposite actually.
“I could have easily forgiven his moronic pride, if he had not mortified mine that night,” You whispered, hunching in place. “It all seems so stupid now. I can’t even remember the exact reason why we started hating each other.”
“I forgot that you were friends with Jane,” You chuckled and shook your head.
“Who do you think inspired Mr. Darcy? I have to admit I may have gone overboard on the ideas while having luncheon with Miss Austen…”
“Regardless of your influence over Pride and Prejudice, dear, I don’t think that Dream is interested in harming you in any way.”
“You weren’t there, Elena,” You reminded her. “Dream, he’s so angry and after Jessamy’s death… his resentment has only grown for those that have crossed him. I believe I am at the top of that list.”
“If the Dream Lord wanted you dead he’d have done it the moment that binding circle was broken,” Elena reminded you, then she decided to break the news to you. “He’d also not repeatedly call upon your location every day for the last month with the desperation of a love lorn Mr. Darcy.”
You snorted your next sip of tea and proceeded to have a coughing fit as your heart seized in your chest. He was calling for your location every day? Oh gods, oh gods. Your face went pale and for a moment your coughs threatened to turn into gags. Fear ebbed down your spine and the world dropped away from you. Elena called your name, drawing you from a moment of panic.
“There is no malignancy behind his calls, dear, like I said, desperation is the emotion strongest felt.” Elena reassured you, patting your knee at the sign of your physical shakes. “Surely one hundred years of progress towards a better relationship wouldn’t go down the drain simply because you were finally freed from your confines…”
“Elena he’s an Endless,” You enunciated to her like it would make a difference in the witch’s mind.
“Yes,” The woman replied quaintly. “An Endless that has ravaged the earth in search of the one whom he spent a century with and now seeks with desperation.”
“What is there to chase after?” You questioned her. “A skeleton that finds food repulsive?” You then gestured to your body. “In what realm would I be in any shape to be in the presence of an Endless?”
“Well you certainly aren’t getting better by yourself, dear,” Elena chided you. “You are a witch, not a waif. Start acting like it.” Your eye flashed with your magic at Elena and you were about to go off on her when an explosive ripple disturbed the peaceful village. Stiffening in your seat, your fingers clutched your tea cup until your knuckles turned white.
“What did you do?” You questioned hoarsely. Elena was unperturbed by the change in aura of the village.
“What you are stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, child,”
“I’m not a child,” You bit out, your eyes sparking dangerously with the pitiful whips of your magic. How hypocritical for her to call you a child!
“Perhaps not, but you are acting like one.” The witch replied coolly. “Tis time to face your fears before they consume what flesh you have left.” Trembling in your seat and unsure if it was from anger or fear, you slowly set your tea cup down. You could only feel the tumultuous energy coming off the Endless, you couldn’t pick up the distinctive emotions however, and would be walking into this blind. Your fingers picked at the thick cardigan covering your frail body and you shakily got to your feat.
You didn’t bother giving Elena a look at this point for the witch had turned her attention to a book and was clearly ignoring you now… so you shuffled towards the door of her home. When you reached for the door handle, you noticed your hand was shaking and cursed at yourself for being so weak. Where had the confident you who could stand up to Dream of the Endless and shout in his face without fear of repercussion gone? Chained up one hundred years in the past, you believe.
Opening the door, you continued to shuffle with your head down and hand clutching the thick wool around your shoulders. As you approached the brooding Endless you dared not raise your gaze and gave no word to those in the coven that had gathered the moment Dream had arrived. Stopping short of him by several feet, you kept your lips pressed together in refusal to speak. You couldn’t make things worse if you did not speak. Silence seemed to stretch out for eternity, that is until Dream moved into your view. You still chose to stare at his boots.
“You have been hiding from me,” His smooth and beautiful voice rang out in an accusatory tone, but not even that had you firing back in equal challenge. You simply replied in a soft demure voice that gave nothing away to the Endless.
“And you find that surprising?” Nothing. Not even a whisper of rage from your spoken words. What was going on inside that complex (or rather simpleton) mind of his? A pale hand appeared in your vision and you unconsciously flinched away. You couldn’t see the reaction of Dream to your reaction, but every witch around could. He had not liked that you flinched away from him. But nothing came of your action and the Dream Lord simply remained in place, giving you the space you clearly wished for.
“After our time together, yes, I expected a vastly different one than you disappearing from the scope of the realms.” In other words, he hadn’t expected you to disappear on him like a frightened hare. “We need to talk.”
“Do we?”
“Indeed,”
“I’d rather not,”
“You’ve had more than enough time to wallow, Maga,” You wanted to snap at him for that comment because you were not wallowing, but numbly recovering… but you couldn’t bring yourself to go off on him. But you could stubbornly refuse to look at him… that bothered the Endless, that bothered the Endless a great deal. “Very well, if you do not wish to speak here, then we shall speak elsewhere.”
Your eyes went wide and your head finally snapped up, but it was too late. Sand swirled around your body, obscuring your vision of Dream and that of the small Romanian town, and before you knew it you were standing within the Dreaming throne room. He did not!
“I am not dealing with this right now,” You angrily whispered, whipping around and scuttling towards the nearest exit. Morpheus was quick to follow your footsteps, angry at your refusal to talk.
“You hid from me,” Dream accused you, following in your footsteps. You ignored his accusation and hurried down a winding hall you could have sworn you saw an exit to… on the next turn the exit appeared to disappear and you found yourself deeper in the palace. You ground your teeth together and stomped your foot.
“Stop playing games with me!” You shouted at the ceilings. “I just want to go—” Home. You didn’t have a home anymore. Fine then, you’d just continue walking until Dream left you alone, surely he’d tire of such devotion eventually. You were, after all, just a menial witch who irked him. But alas, the more you walked, the faster your steps became, the Endless continued to follow you regardless. “Why won’t you just leave me alone!”
“Perhaps I shall once you inform me of the reason you left and hid from me,” Dream pressed, close on your heels and irritation quickly growing. He did not understand why you were being so obstinate with your being! Certainly when you were in such a state of frailness.
“And I don’t see how that is any of your business,” You puffed out, feeling fatigued and drained. Gods you were so weak. But you really wanted away from the being that could destroy you in a heart beat. “Just leave me alone,” You found an exit and strode out of the palace. Now you were in a garden, not exactly away from Dream since he was still following you, but it was better than being smothered by his presence. Then again the whole Dreaming was him. As long as you were there you were surrounded by him. You bat away a flower from your face, once again being reminded of how pitiful your body was. You really were a walking skeleton.
“Maga what happened between us during our time together—”
“Was just circumstance!” You snapped out over your shoulder. “Have you ever heard of trauma bonding?”
“Maga—”
“That’s not my name!” You shouted, turning a corner in the garden that led to a small clearing. But as you were about to storm towards the small fountain in the center, your foot caught an uneven stone. The weakness in your body meant that you didn’t have the muscle to catch yourself and you let out a yelp. So you began falling in a weak heap, but rather than flop to the ground cold hands caught you and swung you around.
You stumbled for but a moment before finding yourself within the arms of Dream and leaning against his chest. You were breathing heavily, having well exerted the limited energy you had and on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t you just have a peaceful life after everything you’d experienced in the last century? Your fingers dug into his jacket as your frustration finally began snapping.
“I am tired, Dream, I am tired, and worn down and I just want peace,” You spoke out, nearly in tears. “But I can’t have peace as long as you are there, taunting me with vengeance and wrath. How many decades have we spent at each others throats now? At what point will you finally tire of my antics and banish me to darkness?? I can’t keep—!”
“I apologize,” His words cut off your tear stained tirade and silenced any further thoughts. Dream of the Endless had just apologized. Freezing in place, you trembled and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Perhaps he had finally cracked and lost his mind? “I apologize for the duress and agony I have caused you over the centuries and regretfully know not the very reason for the start of our tiff.”
“Have you finally gone mad?” You whispered hoarsely.
“It is only fitting since I favor the Mad Witch of Carthage,” You hadn’t been called that in nearly two thousand years. All remnants of your existence had burned when Carthage fell. Finally you looked up at him, and your jaw nearly dropped. What should have been a proud and petulant stare was hindered by red. He’d been crying. Dream brought a hand up to your cheek and traced the enunciated bone. “I think it’s time you stop hiding in the shadows, Y/N.”
He didn’t give you time to question the meaning behind his words and simply acted. Utilizing the immense power now at his disposal, Dream easily recharged your magic stores to the brim. But he didn’t stop there, he took it upon himself to return you to the healthy state he remembered. Full cheeks, beautiful curves, and sharp eyes. Instantaneously you felt better, felt revived, and it was because of Dream.
“Dream—” You were whisked from the garden in a shroud of sand. Reappearing in the palace, you had to take a moment to take in the fact that Dream had just supercharged you. “I think you went a little overboard.”
“It was mine to over do for my folly,” Dream replied as you raised your own hand and brushed your fingers beneath his red stained eyes.
“You’ve been crying,” You noted, displeased by the notion. “Who upset you this time?”
“You did,” Your eyebrow went up as Dream’s fingers gently took yours. “I have found myself despondent over your absence as you have captured my heart and the only comfort I feel comes from you.” He was exaggerating, surely, but your mind was quick to remind you of all the times he had spent within your arms. “Or have you so easily forgotten me in fear of retribution?”
“You know what fear does to people and not even I am exempt from that.” You admitted, eyes flickering to the side. “And I am not presumptuous to think I know what you are thinking or feeling, Dream.”
“You know exactly what I am thinking, Y/N, for how many dreams have we spent together alone?” Innumerous, that you knew. All you remembered from the nights you spent within his realm were tense moments filled with an unstable power dynamic and romantic tension that made Lizzie and Mr. Darcy’s issues menial.
“I hate you, always have,” You bluffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to look elsewhere.
“And I you, vehemently,” Dream replied with a curl in his lips. “Yet here we are,”
“Entirely your fault,”
“Which you instigated,”
“The gall you have,” Your eyes were sparking now, the fire that had been nearly snuffed out returning. “It never runs out does it?”
“You’re still here,”
“Because I find your irritation somewhat amusing.”
“And your fire is ravishing,” Now you remembered why he vexed you so.
“I would like nothing but to shut you up, do you know that?” You growled at him, stepping up to him and getting in his face. He smirked at you, enjoying the way your fear evaporated to nothing. His Mad Witch was back.
“You are welcome to fix that if you dare,” Your eye twitched this time, and Dream pushed you one step further. “Maga,” You lunged at him. You were atop the Endless in seconds, pinning him to the floor of room with blazing eyes and teeth bared.
“You have to be the most irritating, sorrel brained, ninnyhead I’ve ever met!” You hissed in his face.
“That is the best insult you can think of?” You pressed your hand over the Endless’ mouth and growled.
“Not another word! Gods you irate me to no end! If it’s not your stupid little smirk or your stupid fluffy hair or even your inane eyes, it’s your loathsome presence!” You were in his face, snarling and just short of mauling the Endless… and all the Endless could do was look at you like you had single handedly hung the moon and stars within the Dreaming. You grabbed the side of Dream’s face and glared, well you tried to glare, but you couldn’t hold your composure for much longer. “I loath you the most out of everyone I have ever had the displeasure of loathing,” You finally hissed.
“I could say the same—” You didn’t let the Dream Lord finish his sentence. Rather than let him mouth off to you and irritate you more, you simply mashed your lips against his mouth to shut him up. You roughly kissed the Endless and enjoyed the sweet silence that proceeded, greedily sank your fingers into his black hair, and just all around enjoyed being the one in control for once. When Dream thought to take control of the rather debauched kiss by placing a hand upon your cheek you immediately pulled back and snatched his wrist. You pressed it to the floor beside his head with another glare.
“I don’t think so,” You spit out, lips tingling from the taste of stardust. “You are always in charge, I want my turn.” Dream had a hard time focusing on anything other than your mouth which was divine, but your words he heard loud and clear.
“Your turn?” He repeated in amusement, rather enjoying this side of you. “Very well, Y/N. Have your turn.” You were leaning back down before he could give you another infuriating smirk. You kissed him just as hard as before, over and over until your lips were stinging. Then you moved onto the beautiful line of his jaw while your fingers dug into obsidian strands and pulled hard. Neck was exposed to you and you happily ran your tongue along Dream’s jugular. Even his skin tasted like it was sculpted from the cosmos. You pressed your face into his neck and sealed your mouth against his skin in happiness.
After dealing with such a condescending and irritating Endless for centuries you wanted physical payback and what better way to do so than to mark your territory? So you went about suck and biting at porcelain skin, blooming marks of possession you would lovingly adore later. But now? Now you just wanted to have control for once. Your fingers dug into his clothing and your magic easily reduced the cloth to stardust that shimmered into the abyss. The moment your eyes set themselves upon his glorious body you were salivating.
You hadn’t taken the time to observe his form in that basement, your pride and anger had stopped you from ogling the Endless… but now? Now you were going to explore each and every crease and curve with your tongue. And so you did, revealing in the tautness of Dream’s skin and the infinitely powerful muscles that lay beneath. Tongue sliding across his pale skin, you let your lips and nose brush against porcelain skin to hear the soft moons from the Endless beneath you. It was so delicious.
Shimmying yourself down his body, you briefly lifted your gaze to see Dream’s face. His jaw was clenched, no doubt in an effort to not reverse your position and take you like you both wanted. What a good boy he was being. You softly chuckled and caressed the curves on his hip bones.
“You’re being so good for me, my lord,” You praised him, devilish fingers undoing his dark jeans at a painfully slow pace. Electric blue sparking with glimmering stars caught the edge of your vision as you hooked your fingers around his jeans and briefs. You couldn’t help your proceeding snicker when you tugged the rest of his clothes free from your prize. You had every inkling that the rest of him was just as beautiful, but your lips parted the moment your eyes dropped down.
“Do you enjoy torturing beings, Y/N?” You chucked at Dream’s disgruntled comment and glided your fingers across his hipbones. Your lips curved into a smirk when you purposefully allowed your fingers to stroke his cock.
“Torturing?” You questioned leisurely, “Since when is it a crime to adore something so beautiful? Be grateful that I am feeling impatient this day.” Ignoring the dream lord’s petulant stare, you wrapped your fingers around Dream’s cock and stroked it. It swelled beneath your touch and you gleefully gave it a lick. Dream quivered beneath you, holding himself back as your devilish touch incited the most pleasurable of feelings within his physical body. Now if only he could feel your mouth. You gave the Endless no such luxury, happily (and purposefully) stroking him up and down with your hand because payback was delicious and you wanted him to squirm before you’d wreck him with your mouth.
So you delicately ran your fingertips up Dream’s throbbing cock, delicately of course because a light touch was often far more effective. Dream growled deep in his throat, fingers almost twitching against the floor in need of sinking into your hair. You were a cruel witch at times. Cruel enough to purposefully ignore the throb in his cock and the precum dripping down.
“Y/N,” He called, his voice deep yet stressed by the underlying pleasure you so dutifully and vindictively pulled from his body.
“Let me worship,” You whispered, drawing your lips along his length. The heat from your mouth was enough to make the endless groan, and that precious sound was melodious to your ears. “So pretty you are for me.” You murmured, tracing your lips up to the throbbing head. “And all mine.” As you whispered that last word you let your lips part to engulf the tip of his cock and sweetly (vindictively) gave it a kiss.
“You play with fire,” Dream growled to you, his fingers inching across the floor. Your hair was right there, easy and ripe for tugging. Beautiful. He wanted to stroke your face and watch his cock disappear down your throat, but knowing you he wouldn’t get that pleasure this day. His hips bucked against your touch and mouth and you instantly pressed your free hand down against his him.
“Then watch me burn,” You purred, holding his hip in place lest he took more than you’d allow. He wasn’t expecting that response from you, clearly, and you gave him no time to contemplate your response. Stroking up his throbbing cock, your lips enveloped the head of his cock for but a moment… then you pushed your head down to take all of him. Throat flexing around Dream’s thick cock, you sucked and bobbed your head slowly. You wanted to savor the moment of having Dream of the Endless at your mercy.
He was delicious. You could feel the full brunt of power he was holding back just for you, and could appreciate that he was giving you this honor. Certainly after you both had been trapped for a century… Yet you had never truly imagined what he would taste like under your tongue. You certainly tasted the cosmos, he was build from the brightest nebulas and the darkest of black holes, but there was a touch of stardust wonder that left you floating. Dreams and stars, what an exquisite combination.
“Beloved,” Dream called once more, the ground beneath your bodies trembling from his outracing power struggling to remain at bay. A shiver went up your spine at the endearment for that pleased you and made your stupid witch heart swell happily, but you were on a mission! Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked harder and ran your hand up and down his swelled cock. Everything around you trembled as the Endless reached a stunning climax, his cock quivering in your throat before the rush of hot seed flowed. You swallowed it all, stroking Dream through his orgasm while pulling your head back in satisfaction.
“That’s a start,” You happily purred, drawing so you were hovered over the naked Endless. His intense blue eyes ringed in silver stared hard into yours in astonishment. That was a start for you? You giggled and settled your hand on his hip once more, pushing your fingers up his chest to stroke his skin. “There is much I wish to explore,” With you. You left those words unsaid but they echoed in the room and within Dream’s eyes.
“Do as you wish though may I have the privilege of touching you?” He queried, aching to touch and stroke you from the very center of his being. It really was tortuous to feel such exquisite pleasure from you and not be allowed to do the same. You blinked at him in consideration, then your lips quirked to the side. His attention was engrossed in the soft sheen of them.
“You may, but only my legs,” You called, lounging on him and tracing his jaw with your finger. He really was so unbearably gorgeous. “You go any higher and I stop.” Dream’s eyes washed full silver for a moment before his touch tentatively brushed against your lower thigh. You gave him a pleased smile and took his face in hand, pushing your fingers through the hair you already mussed. “Good boy,” You breathed, mouth mere centimeters from his. Then you kissed him once more.
Mouths crushed together Dream wasted no time swiping his tongue along your lips. He didn’t care that you had his cock down your throat only seconds previously, he adored your vexatious mouth. So he licked at your tongue, pulled it into a dance with yours, and feasted off the beautiful and precious moans that floated up from your vocal cords. But how his hands clenched your legs, itching to dig into your hair, or hold your cheeks just as fervently as you grasped his. Your kisses grew sloppy as you heaved for breath but that didn’t stop you because you wanted so much more. Keeping one hand buried in midnight logs, you allowed your other to wander over Dream’s stardust chest. A rumble came from the chest you stroked and the Endless nipped at your lips, tugging on your lower lip until you gasped.
“Let me appreciate,” You scolded him, eyes flickering open as you gazed intently into his. Your faces were still pressed together, lips touching, forehead pressed and noses mashed together, but your eyes were talking. “I want to worship.” At your whispered words the hands on your thighs tightened and his muscles trembled in restraint. It was taking everything he had to give you that.
“And I wish to feel you,” Dream spoke softly, his eyes glimmering with stars. You brushed your thumb along his cheek and felt your own body ache terribly. With a flicker of magic your clothes melted away with shimmers of silver.
“And you will my love,” You replied, lifting your body and feeling your aching cunt rest upon Dream’s throbbing cock. It felt serendipitous. So you rolled your hip to press your body further into that delicious flesh of his, marveling once again, at how gorgeous Dream of the Endless was. While you were slicking your folds up and enjoying the little sparks of pleasure from the contact between his cock and your clit, Dream couldn’t keep his eyes off your body. He had only gotten glimpses of your corpselike body while trapped with you, but seeing your body healthy and glowing like this? Padded in all the best places?
You shimmied your hips a few more times, enjoying the little sparks of pleasure bursting from your flesh. If was, perhaps, a little selfish of you to just enjoy the feeling of being on top for once because with the way Dream’s fingers were digging into your legs you were going to have bruises. A thought you actually liked. You kissed his jaw, allowing your lips to linger upon his flesh while you stroked his torso. Then your fingers glided across his pelvic bone before dipping between your bodies. You curled your fingers around his swelled and twitching cock and rubbed the head against your soaked cunt. Rising up onto your knees, you stared directly into Dream’s eyes while sinking onto his cock.
You nearly collapsed from the way his cock stretched your tight walls out. Over a century of abstinence had left your body tight and strung up, and your walls burned viciously while stretching to accommodate Dream’s length. Yet it felt oh so delicious as your body fully took very inch he had to give. When you were fully seated you raised an eyebrow at Dream unable to help yourself.
“Is that better pretty boy?” You cooed to him, bending down and brushing your lips over his but not allowing him the pleasure of a kiss. Dream’s eye twitched at your taunting words. Your audacity knew no ends… yet the Endless didn’t seem to mind.
“Pretty… boy…” He rumbled at you, eyes flashing silver again. You grinned sweetly at him.
“Oh, my bad, I meant beautiful boy,” You softly whispered, licking at the sharp curve of Dream’s jaw. His touch upon your thighs drew up, not breaking your rule, but getting close to. You nuzzled his neck. “You are a very very beautiful boy.” As you praised the Dream Lord, you slowly rolled your hips. A beautifully soft moan slipped past Dream’s lips and that brought a smile to your own. Gazing down at the Endless beneath you, you shove your fingers back into his dark hair and lightly pulled your nails through the strands.
It was pleasurable agony. Pleasure because you felt like hot silk wrapped around Dream’s cock, squeezing his cock so tightly every time your hips rolled or you rose up… but absolute agony for you were right there. Naked. Filled with ecstasy. Your beasts softly bouncing with each ride you made. Dream just wanted to touch you, hold you, place his mouth upon your soft breasts and suck on your breasts until you sang sweetly for him. But the Mad Witch of Carthage was a cruel Mistress to have, and yet Dream was entirely bewitched.
So he grudgingly watched as your head dropped back in pleasure and you pressed your remaining hand against your breast. Well you said he couldn’t touch above your legs, but you had said nothing about moving his own body beneath you. Eyes glowing silver, the next time you let your hips fall, Dream bucked up into you. His cock buried itself into your body so deeply that a sharp burst of lightning ricocheted through your limbs and you twitched with a ragged gasp.
You fell forward onto your forearm with shaking thighs, eyes staring into Dream’s intense ones. You wanted to go off on him for taking more than you’d given him, but it felt so good that you just leaned forwards and pressed your face into his neck with rasping moan. It was still agony for Dream to not be able to touch you the way he wished but the mere fact that you clung to him so close was sweet enough. So he continued to buck up into you with soft grunts and growls, feeling close to ecstasy.
Breathing heavily and teetering on the brink, you didn’t care who was in control as the threat of orgasm prickled your limbs and made white hot heat flood your legs. It all became too much for you to handle. Spine bowing upwards, you stiffed as your muscles clenched. For several seconds you hung there, captivated by pure ecstasy rippling through your body and filling you with a warmth that felt comforting.
As the weight of your body collapsed fully onto Dream, he bucked up into you warm and gushing cunt for a few more moments. Then he found his own release and let out a drawn groan when your walls flexed and fluttered around him. He expected you to make some more off handed quips at him, or perhaps taunt him into irritation, but you remained limp against his body.
“Y/N?” Dream softly spoke, raising a hand to brush against your messy hair. You didn’t move even as he ran his fingers through your hair. He tentatively touched upon your consciousness, you’d fallen asleep. Dream chuckled to himself. “So you have finally worn yourself out with all your ferocity, beloved?” You didn’t respond, naturally, but the Endless half expected you to wake up and go off on a rampage about the cheek of him to say such a thing.
Shifting in place, and reluctantly letting his cock to slide from your body, Dream effortlessly brought you into his arms while rising to his feet. He had returned your body and magic to its former glory, yes, but you were mentally spent and in need of a good rest. So he carried you over to a large bed constructed in the room just for you and settled you down. He should leave you to your intimate dreams (that he would definitely spy on) but something within him longed for the embrace and comfort of your body. So he joined you, gathering you in his arms once more and nuzzling his face into your neck.
You stirred, drawn from your dreams by the tight embrace of the Endless wrapped around your body. You had literally just spent 106 years locked up in a glass cage with the Endless and he was still seeking your arms? Your kiss stained lips twitched and you tiredly dragged your arm up to brush your fingers through his hair. The moment your fingers stroked across his scalp Dream tightened his grasp upon your body and pushed his face further into your neck. You hadn’t really thought out what you were going to do past getting to be the one in charge for a change. But you had to admit one thing, being in his arms like this felt quite nice.
Date Published: 10/9/23
Last Edit: 10/9/23
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Rating: E for explicit
Pairing: Barbie/Gloria
Note: chosen prompt was 'overstimulation'
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Kinktober Week 3 - Threesome
Fandom: Mortal Kombat (I specifically had MK11 in mind with this one)
Pairing: Scorpion x reader x Sub Zero
Wordcount: 877 words
Tags: threesome, not really temp play but i mean-
Summary: After weeks of mediating between the two rivals you suddenly find yourself between them in a completely different way. Too good to be true? You intend to enjoy this while it lasts.
Unsure still of any specifics through your reeling mind, you found yourself between your master Sub Zero and his former enemy Scorpion. And instead of figuratively, the way you were before, trying to mediate between them in the last couple of weeks, it was now figuratively. Burning heat at your back and shivering cold at your front, it was both dizzying and arousing.
"Master Sub Zero," you gasped as you felt him throb against your stomach. At your back was Hanzo, equally as aroused as you shivered in the overstimulation of the temperatures around you.
How had this happened? Your brain was fuzzy as all you felt was the throbbing in your core as cool lips pressed against your mouth and heated kisses were placed along your neck. Trying to remember what brought you to this point only distracted you from this dream come true, so you stopped trying, focusing instead on the delicious feeling of the two men against you.
"You did so well, Snowflake," Kuai whispered between pecks, the usual distance of the man you called Grandmaster replaced with fond passion, he even used a nickname just for you, and you swooned. What had you done well? A battle? A mission? You didn't know, but his pride for you emanated from every inch of him.
"You deserve a reward," came from Hanzo behind you, as his teeth found your sensitive spots and nibbled down on it making you squirm and arch further into Kuai in front of you who hummed against your lips as his hands dug harder into your hips. Hot and cool fingers found their way under your clothes, inching further and further towards your sensitive spots as you started bucking your hips against them for friction. Pleased sounds escaped both men as slowly your outfit was peeled off of you. Your own hands working hard to pull at their clothes, not actually succeeding well it seemed, but at the end of the dance all of you were naked all the same.
Both of them were perfect, godly bodies that were sculpted by years and years of training were now laid bare to your greedy eyes. Your own body, now fully undressed as well screamed for them, your arousal practically dripping down your legs as your masters former rival ran a single finger over your slit. You heated up further as another finger was added, opening you up to show the man in front of you how ready you were for him.
Your face was pulled towards Scorpion, as searing lips sought yours. Your hips were pulled forward with frigid hands towards your master as he lined himself up with your core. Throbbing cock bumping into your clit as he rubbed himself against you before slowly pushing inside, a gasp of his new nickname for you on his lips as you shivered against him. Scorpion's fingers ran over your clit as Sub Zero slowly fucked you open, bottoming out before long as you moaned out their titles. Scorpions dick was against your back and you felt him rut against you as you moved between the men, almost burning your skin everywhere they touched. One with heat and the other with ice, you were so dizzy you almost lost touch with reality. Every stroke from Kuai brought you further towards the edge, as Hanzo started rubbing at you more insistently.
"Come for me, Snowflake," Kuai groaned as you felt him throb deeply inside of you. Hanzo meanwhile was rubbing himself between your cheeks, smearing precum on the skin of your back that left a searing burn. The feeling of the slight sting overwhelmed you, gasping out as you came harshly, tightening over Kuai who groaned and closed his eyes, coming with you. The cold feeling that spread inside you made tears spring to your eyes, whimpering at the foreign feeling and feeling yourself throb harder with each undulation of your orgasm.
Hanzo stopped his onslaught on your clit, instead kissing your temple as both you and Kuai came down from your height, slowly turning you towards him.
"Think you can take more?" He said, growl tinging his words, and you felt yourself nodding as the world around you swirled. His throbbing length replaced your master's and with one swift stroke he was inside, Kuai's cool cum squirting out with your own. You felt disgusting in the best of ways as you moaned their names, feeling like you were floating on the clouds. Another orgasm was building swiftly as you felt Scorpion's rhythm falter, Sub Zero's cool hands helping to keep you grounded as his lips were against your temple. You were so close, and you realised so was Hanzo as your hips moved with his' in a desperate rhythm that was impossible to follow, until-
You awoke with a start on your bed inside the Lin Kuei temple. No one else was around and you gasped for air as you came down from the dream that was both incredibly realistic and the most fantastical thing you could've thought up in your frustrated little brain. It had been too good to be true after all...
You were still throbbing as you started your new day, hoping that one day this dream would turn into reality.
#x reader#mortal kombat#x y/n#kinktober 2023#smut#nsft#scorpion#sub zero#kuai liang#hanzo hasashi#mk11#my work#scorpion x reader#sub zero x reader#week 3#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023
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