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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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kook princess

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warnings: kind of reference to possible sexual assault?, being rescued from a drunk man by rafe, reader is a kook but new to the outer banks, innuendo/suggestion of sex but not explicit, drinking, partying

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you were meant to be leaving the party. you were tired and just want to head back home, so you bid your new friends goodbye and then headed out to the parking lot, only to get cornered by an obviously drunk man.

he has his arm raised, caging your body with how close he is standing to you, the alcohol on his breath reeking. you had one single drink when you first came to the party, you certainly weren't drunk enough to fall for his obvious flirting, especially since he is not someone you find attractive in the slightest.

you tried to step away, to flee from him, but his voice turned gruff and angry and grounded your feet to the concrete in fear of whatever retaliation his drunk mind finds applicable.

footsteps sound, causing you to turn your head. the drunk man turns too as whoever is walking stops, eyes assessing the situation as he stops twirling the keys in his hand.

you glance back to the drunk man, seeing he's still staring and turn back to who is hopefully your savior, mouthing “help.” the second your mouth forms the words, he springs into action, smoothly walking over with a smile gracing his features.

“hey, baby.” he says, slinging his arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from the car you were backed up into. “was wondering where you were.”

“you didn't tell me you were dating rafe cameron.” the man slurs, giving you the strangers name.

“you didn't exactly give me the chance.” you say, melting into your saviors-rafes side, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“you're too drunk, man. find someone to drive you home.” rafe says, before giving him a pointed look. “and stay away from my girl.”

“you got it.” the drunk nods, and you don't wait to see if he does find someone to give him a ride as rafe turns you, weaving through the parking lot until you get to a truck.

“just get in.” rafe says, “you can get out later but let's make sure he's not following you.”

“thank you so much.” you say, climbing into the passenger seat. rafe rounds the hood and gets into the driver's seat, turning the truck on and blasting the heat upon seeing you shivering.

“are you okay?” he asks, and that's when you break down completely, bringing your hands to your face as tears begin to flow, embarrassed that you are crying in front of a stranger, but the relief of being saved from whatever your fate might have been has you overwhelmed with emotions.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe says softly, his voice so different from when he was confronting the drunk man. he hesitatingly puts a hand on your back, rubbing it gently.

“sorry, sorry.” you say, wiping away your tears, sure that your makeup is a mess now.

“it's okay.” rafe says, his large hand still stroking down your back comfortingly.

“i was just so scared.” you gasp out, trying to control the tears that still have the urge to fall. “thank you so much for rescuing me.”

“of course.” rafe says. “although be prepared tomorrow to fight the rumor that we are dating now. im sure most won't believe his drunk rambles, but it'll still get around.”

you can't help but giggle, the thought of just moving to the outer banks and already being the subject of gossip.

“what's your name, sweetheart? ive never seen you around before.”

“y/n.” you reply, tapping at your undereyes to hopefully smooth out your concealer, especially as you calm down and realize your savior is very attractive. “i just moved here. to umm…” it takes you a second to remember your new street address, but then you rattle it off to rafe.

“you're right near me.” rafe says. “let me drive you home? you're in no state to operate a vehicle.”

you bite your lip, wanting to accept the offer but not sure if it's the best idea to get yourself involved with another random man, even if rafe seems normal and not completely smashed.

“ill help you get your car in the morning.” rafe says, and that is what finally causes you to nod. you really don't want to drive, or even move from the spot you're in.

rafe smiles gently, removing his hand from your back and shifting the car into gear.

the ride home is quick, and you chat to rafe about your thoughts on the outer banks since you just arrived, curious about what you have and haven't explored yet.

“that's me right there.” rafe points to his house as you roll past. you nod, making a mental note before he drives the few more blocks to your house, pulling in the driveway when he sees no one else is home.

“where are your parents?” he asks.

“they're already traveling again.” you say. your parents are nice enough, but when you came along as an accident they viewed you more as an obstruction to their world travels for 18 years, but now that you're of age, they let you stay home while they spend what was both their parents money on near constant vacations.

“ah.” rafe says, stepping out of the truck to round the side, opening the door for you. you accept his hand out, not sure if your shaky legs can get you down the tall steps.

“let me just make sure you get in okay, and then ill be on my way.” rafe says, walking with you right up to the door.

“thank you again, rafe.” you say, pulling your key out and unlocking the door, letting it swing open.

“of course.” he nods, before pulling his phone out. “put your number in so i can text you tomorrow about getting your car.”

you nod, taking the phone and punching in your name and number before handing it back, an uncontrollable shiver moving through your body when your hands brush together.

“goodnight.” rafe says, pocketing his phone.

“goodnight.” you mumble back, stumbling into the house, ready to smash your face into your pillow and pass out.

you groan, surprised that the one drink you had caused a slight throb in your head and before you do anything else, the second your feet hit the floor as you slide out of bed, you head to the bathroom and down a painkiller with some water.

you look at your face in the mirror, you manage to smear your makeup off with a wipe last night, but didn't bother cleansing or anything, so you move through the motions now, feeling much more awake by the time your face is clean and moisturized.

you still flop back down onto your bed when you're done, grabbing your phone off your nightstand. your eyes widen upon seeing it completely flooded with texts from your new friends.

girl there's a rumor going around that you went home with rafe cameron?!

DID YOU HOOK UP WITH RAFE?? he is like THE it boy of the outer banks

literally everyone is talking about you and rafe

if these rumors are true im JEALOUS

no way you just moved here and you've already got with rafe?? omfg i want your life 😭😭😭

hey y/n, it's rafe. just let me know when you're up and ready to go pick up your car

you smile at the last text, glancing at the time to realize you slept in until almost noon. you ignore the texts from your new friends, clearly needing to get some more information on who rafe really is, considering their reactions.

hey sorry i just woke up. im ready whenever you are.

you respond to rafe before hopping up, getting dressed quickly in case he was ready right away. you decide on a simple sundress, soft and innocent flowing to your knees unlike the tighter tank top and shorts you were wearing last night.

you head to your vanity next, deciding just on some light concealer and mascara, as well as your signature lip gloss color.

your phone vibrates at the perfect time, just as you slip your feet into some sandals.

ready now. on my way to your place.

you head downstairs and sit on the swinging bench on the front porch, checking instagram on your phone and finding rafes profile, wanting to do a little more digging before clarifying the events of last night to your friends. you don't see any evidence of a girlfriend, but he does have a staggering amount of followers, like the whole island wants to see his mostly golf posts, with a few sprinkled shirtless pictures or fishing adventures sprinkled in.

you close out of the app when rafe pulls into your driveway, not wanting to get caught spying.

“good morning.” rafe says as he hops out, even though its almost noon.

“hey.” you smile, letting him pull you into a hug that you expected to be awkward, but your arms slot so easily around his waist that it just feels natural.

rafe guides you around his truck, again giving you a helping hand in before shutting your door gently for you and moving to the driver's side.

“so…” rafe says as he begins to back down your driveway. “if you're too busy you can say no, but i wanted to show you a bit of the island before we pick up your car.”

“oh my gosh, i would actually appreciate that so much.” you say. “everyone brings up these places names and i have no idea what they're talking about, and neither does google.”

rafe chuckles softly, his eyes fluttering between the road and you. “most of the names are local nicknames. don't worry, ill teach you.”

rafe drives you around the outer banks as the hours tick by, showing you all the popular spots, as well as giving you a rundown of the dynamic of the island, warning you to stay away from the pogues.

your stomach grumbles, and your eyes widen with embarrassment when you realize rafe can hear it. “oh my god, sorry, i just didn't eat any breakfast… or lunch.”

“don't apologize.” rafe says, turning down a road as a new destination comes to mind. “can i take you out to eat though? then we can get your car.”

“yeah, yeah, that'll be great.” you say, not wanting to part from rafes company, already feeling that you've known him for much longer than just a singular day from how easily you get along.

“we can eat at the country club. i'm a member.”

“cool.” you shrug. “im not big into golf but i’d love to learn.” you say, hoping it's not too obvious of a plea to hang out more in the future.

“i can teach you.” rafe offers, and you nod enthusiastically.

“that'd be great.” you say, eyes taking in the lush grounds of the country club as rafe pulls in. he again rounds the car to help you out, and you resist the urge to blush and how much of a gentleman he's being.

“order whatever you want.” rafe says once you're inside and seated.

you look through the menu before deciding on a basic chicken salad. rafe begins to question you on how much you know about golf, and you're glad for playing wii sports golf with your little cousins for giving you a bit of knowledge.

your food arrives, with rafe ordering a steak and you begin to eat, still chatting when your phone begins buzzing incessantly.

“oh my god, im so sorry.” you sigh, picking it up off the table and realizing that a picture must have been taken of you and rafe by someone at the country club, as it's now being spread around.

stop why are you guys the cutest couple ever??

ONE DAY AND RAFE IS ALREADY TAKING YOU OUT TO EAT? GIVE ME YOUR LIFE

he's supposed to be mine omg 😩😩

you show rafe the picture as an explanation for the texts, surprised when his mouth quirks up into a smirk. you figured that he'd be annoyed about the rumors being spread around.

“that's hilarious that people care that much.” rafe says.

“apparently you're the kook prince, at least that's what my friends tell me.” you giggle before taking a sip of your pink lemonade.

“i think i only got that nickname because my dad is a really… prominent figure.” rafe says, which makes you realize out of all the conversations you've had today, none of them have been about rafes family.

“oh.” you hum. “and probably because you're hot.”

“you think im hot?” rafe says, a smiling making his features look even more attractive.

“maybe.” you shrug, a blush coming to your face.

“well i think you're beautiful.” rafe says. “and um… maybe we don't do anything to stop the rumors.”

“are you saying you want to see me again?” you question, glad that your flirting is working out.

“that's exactly what im saying. maybe we let them believe that we are dating and actually start.”

“im down.” you nod, knowing your face must be red, but not caring if rafe sees the effect he has on you.

“perfect.” rafe says, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand with his own.

you keep ignoring the text messages as you and rafe finish your meal before heading back to his truck.

“i kind of don't want to pick up your car.” rafe says, and you look over at him puzzled. “why's that?”

“because i like driving you around.” rafe admits, reaching his hand over to rest it against your thigh. not too high up to make it scandalous, but letting you enjoy his touch.

“well, i like you driving me around.” you admit. “we can pick up my car and then ill go ahead and park it in the garage and use you to get me around.”

“perfect.” rafe says, looking over at you with soft eyes.

“if you're the kook prince, does that make me the kook princess?” you ask as rafe drives you to one of your friends houses. he's been chauffeuring you around for the past week, showing you more parts of the island as well as taking you to the country club for golf lessons. you're glad to spend most of your time with him. you flirt with each other, but you don't do anything beyond holding hands and hugs when greeting each other for the day.

“i suppose it does.” rafe says, pulling to a stop in front of the mansion.

“ill see you tomorrow? probably around 11?” you tell rafe, having asked him already to pick you up from the girls night, since they were begging you to give them the details on your new relationship.

“of course.” rafe says, and you lean over the center console to wrap your arms around him in a hug, loving how soft he touches you as his hand strokes along your side.

you reach for the door handle when rafe let's out an unpleasant sound.

“what is it?” you question, eyes going wide in confusion.

“you have to let me open the door for you.” rafe explains before getting out of the truck, rounding it to pull open your door.

“don't try to open it again, baby.” rafe says, the nickname making your cheeks flare.

“well, thank you for driving me, picking me up tomorrow and being a gentleman.” you say, accepting another hug from rafe, this one accompanied by him pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“see you tomorrow, beautiful.” rafe bids you farewell as you rush up the path to your friends front door, not even needing to knock as hannah swings it open, revealing stephanie and tina as well, all with an excited look on their face.

you turn to see rafe smirking, knowing of course what kind of reaction he gets as the girls pull you inside the house, facemasks and nail polish already ready on the coffee table.

“girl.” hannah sits down, and you follow by plopping onto the couch. “tell us everything.”

-- two months later --

“hey baby.” rafe greets you, eyes looking you up and down. you're dressed in a new golf outfit for your private lesson, a polo tank top and a skirt so short rafe swears the lightest breeze will expose you.

“hey rafe.” you say, looping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips, melting into his body.

“missed you.” you whisper against his lips before pulling away, letting rafe walk you, hand in hand, to the passenger side of his truck, never making the mistake of trying to open your own door again.

“we had dinner together last night.” rafe says as you climb into the seat, buckling yourself.

“i know, and i still missed you.” you smile, still head over heels in that honeymoon phase of your relationship where all you want to do is spend every second with your boyfriend.

“missed you too, baby.” rafe says, stepping up onto the truck to plant another kiss on your lips before shutting the door softly and rounding the bed of the truck to get into the driver's side.

you smile when rafes hand instantly finds your own, your fingers fitting firmly between his.

“ready for your golf lessons?” rafe questions, surprised by how quickly you've learned, still needing to get the precision down, but able to whack the ball quite far for a beginner.

“always ready.” you hum, surprised yourself by how much you've enjoyed golfing, but rafes constant presence sure has something to do with that.

“you wanna go to that party tonight?” rafe asks, eyeing you up and down as you finalize your outfit in the mirror.

“i did not dress up just to stay home.” you say, turning to look at rafe as he leans his head against the headboard of your bed, completely comfortable in your room.

“but you look so hot.” rafe complains. really, he's excited to show you off, but he's equally excited to have you all to himself. you've yet to do anything beyond make out, and rafe has been nothing but respectful of your boundaries.

“why don't we make just a quick appearance.” you say, sauntering over to the bed as rafe turns to place his feet on the ground, letting you step between his legs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “and then you can come back here? spend the night?”

rafes eyes widen, nodding enthusiastically, fingers tightening slightly on your hips, not sure if he will be able to restrain himself at the party with your obvious innuendo.

“good.” you lean down and press your lips to rafe, not caring that your lip gloss is smearing over his mouth. “now let's go.”

rafe groans, wishing he could convince you to skip the party, but he knows you told your friends you'd be there, so he forces himself to make it through the night, his cock consistently half hard in his pants as you both partake in only one drink, not wanting to be anything more than slightly buzzed for what is about to happen tonight.

“im ready to go now, rafey.” you say, leaning into your boyfriend. you only were at the party for about an hour, but you chatted and danced with your girls, and now you were ready for what the night brought you.

“perfect.” rafe leads you to the truck, admittedly breaking the speed limit a bit to get you back as quick as possible.

you rush inside the house, of course after letting rafe open your door for you, and the second you cross the threshold, you press your lips against his, mouths fighting for dominance as you both stumble further into the house, pushing off walls and bumping into things but not willing to stop the kiss to look away.

“why hello, y/n.” a voice rings out, making you both gasp as you turn to see your parents sitting on the couch.

“i believe introductions need to be made.” your dad says, eyes flickering between you and rafe, whose face has gone concerningly pale.

“uhh…” you stammer, not realizing that your parents would be returning tonight. they don't tell you their exact whereabouts in the world now that you are an adult. “mom, dad this is my boyfriend rafe.”

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1onelypoet · 4 months

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stuck by the glue pt4 || op81 smau

a/n: last part. im a little depressed abt it but im working on a (hopefully) much better smau with like writing (does that make sense?) sooo. again thank u guys sm for the love 💕 ALSO OSCAR NEW IG POST WAS SOSODOD

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader

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warnings: cursing and the mildest of mild innuendo

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Can you do prompt number 7 with Hannibal? Please?

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Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

Just a typical night in the Lecter household

Warnings: pregnant!reader, Hannibal is just trying to be supportive, fluff, conspiracy theories about the end of the world, reader is on bedrest

WC: 515

Minors DNI

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“Did you just say the world was ending?” You huffed and with a great effort on your part, lifted your head from the throw pillow you had been resting on. You opened your eyes to glare at your husband.

“Yes, yes I did. Can you please keep up?” Hannibal smiled curiously at you as you settled back onto the couch. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, yes the world is ending. Soon too. You see there’s this ancient order…” You began to ramble again, your hands absentmindedly coming to rest on your swollen stomach.

Hannibal was trying to listen, he really was. He respected your passion and adored the way you would obsess over these topics that went straight over his head. But when you looked so pretty like you were now, dressed in just an oversized sweater and fluffy socks (your legs over-heated very quickly apparently) with your pregnant belly on display, Hannibal couldn’t concentrate for the life of him.

The pregnancy was an accident, just one night where you both were a bit drunk and very frisky and didn’t bother with protection, but the baby was a blessing anyway. The house had been baby-proofed the week after you presented your husband with the positive pregnancy test and your little bean already had a wardrobe full of the most expensive and fanciest baby clothes you had ever seen.

As you entered your final months of pregnancy, Hannibal had insisted on bedrest until the baby arrived. You fought him, of course, but your husband had convinced you with an evening of absolutely spoiling you. And it appears that you had discovered your own form of entertainment in your solitude.

The video paused on the television showed the exact topic you were animatedly discussing, as it had been for the past several hours. The theories were, in Hannibal’s opinion, outlandish but they kept you from losing your mind.

“… and so we have maybe a year left, max.”

“Well that’s upsetting considering we’re about to have a baby.” You paused, your eyebrows scrunching as if you were only just now remembering that little fact.

“Oh, right. I guess we may have a little bit longer than a year, but not by much!” Hannibal just chuckled and slipped from his own chair. Carefully, he lifted your swollen legs and sat on the couch, placing them back onto his lap.

“Well that’s good, I would like to have some time with my girls before the world ends.” You sighed in relief as his fingers dug into the knotted muscles along your calves, sinking further into the luxurious couch cushions.

“I thought that we settled on them being a boy?” Hannibal shrugged.

“Just a feeling my darling. Now, why don’t you tell me more about this illuminati?” Your eyes lit up.

“I have so much to tell you!” The melodic sound of your voice settled over you both once more. Hannibal hoped that you would have more evenings like this in the future and hopefully soon, there would be another little voice joining yours.

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icyharrington · 2 years

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Smuttylicious fic where eddie is obsessed with people hearing you fuck 😁. He loves to give multiple orgasms and overstim you have you screaming and begging for him so everyone can hear he tends to do it on the groups vacation getaways 💦💦💦

okeeee so i just wrote a lil smut based on this ask, basically this exact concept, w/ the reader and eddie on a camping trip w argyle, jonathan, nancy, steve, and robin heehee lol hopefully y'all like :3 it's not much and honestly i feel like my writing has been lacking recently so im srrryyyy if it sucks but yea !!!

contains: dom!eddie, overstimulation, public sex kink (sort of?), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk

wc: 1.3k

Eddie Munson is a nymphomaniac- you’re certain of it. There’s never a moment he doesn’t want your skin on his, his rough hands in a perpetual state of exploration. He’s insatiable, always willing to go for another round, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasing you.

He’s never been one to be discrete about his passions, and that includes his insatiable hunger for you; he shamelessly feels up your ass while you’re out together, reaching up under your tiny skirt to pull at the lace of your thong, and sometimes he’ll put his arm around you just to grope at your chest, grinning when you jump and shoot him a pointed glare.

Even when you’re out with friends, he doesn’t pause his hormonal antics- partially due to his lack of impulse control, but also because he wants everyone to see that you’re his, see the way your cheeks go red and you start to squirm under his wordless command. It’s a constant, subtle possessiveness he exudes, and although it’s somewhat embarrassing to be blatantly objectified in front of other people, you also find it painfully sexy.

Sometimes he’ll shamelessly smack your ass or make suggestive comments (one time at Steve's, he’d tossed his lighter on the ground in front of you, jeering, “why don’t you go bend over and get that for me, hon?”), smirking whenever you narrow your eyes or give him a playful shove in retaliation.

“Yeeesh, get a room!”, Steve always says, palm colliding against his forehead with comedic exasperation as the rest of the gang nods along in solemn agreement, though to Eddie, the jokes are nothing but fuel for his perverted little fire.

When you, Eddie, Steve, Argyle, Jonathan, Robin, and Nancy had first come up with the plan for a camping trip, Robin had cast Eddie a stern look, her eyes dropping to examine his hand on the underside of your ass cheek. “Y’know, I have half a mind to propose that (y/n) and Eddie sleep in separate tents. Do you guys really wanna be kept up all night listening to straight people sex?”

“Oh god,” Steve had murmured, rubbing circles on his temples at the thought. “Remember the night we got trashed and you guys all slept over my place?”

“How could I forget?” Robin griped back, before letting out a string of obnoxious ooooohhhhh fucccckkkkkkk, Edddddiiiiieeeeeee’s, not actually sounding too far off in her imitation of you.

The interaction had made you blush, avoiding the eyes of your friends who were probably visualizing you, naked, being pounded into brainless pornstar-moaning oblivion. Eddie, on the other hand, had only flashed the group a devilish grin. “Oh, just wait. This time I’m gonna make her cum ten times instead of just five.”

And he wasn’t kidding, though unlike everybody else, you hadn’t believed that he was.

He hadn’t wasted any time, once everybody returned to their tents for the night, all comfortably sleepy and stoned and drunk; within seconds he was nipping at your neck, taking fistfuls of your curves in his big hands, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints, and like always, you just couldn’t bear to stop him.

Now you’re spread out in front of him, garments discarded in careless heaps across your modest-sized tent, leaving you on display; his head is between your thighs with only his round eyes visible, glinting mischievously as they observe your vulnerable state.

You stopped being able to form cohesive thoughts about three orgasms ago, and it doesn’t seem that he has any plans on letting up soon, his tongue dipping in and out of your folds, fucking you with it. He’s ravenous, with his hands keeping your legs planted firmly apart so you’re unable to interfere.

You grip his hair, which is knotted and unkempt, your head lolling back against your padded sleeping bag. “Eddie… please, Eddie…”

“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” He slides two fingers inside your slick entrance easily, flushed lips wrapping around your clit to suck harshly at it. He loves it when you’re incoherent for him, your sentences fragmented and unfinished, rendered completely stupid.

“P-please Eddie. Need a break…” you tug at his hair with urgency, trying and failing to move your hips away from him. “S’too much.”

“But baby,” Eddie murmurs against your cunt, the bass of his words reverberating throughout the rest of your sweat-soaked body. “You taste so fuckin' good.”

A broken moan sounds out from your parted lips, and you’re unsure if you even really want him to stop. Sure, you’re overstimulated and sensitive, with every touch from Eddie magnified a thousand times over, but there's just something so fucking addicting about the way he touches you.

“Edddieee…Eddie, I don’t want them all to hear me,” you persist, frowning as you realize how much teasing you’re going to endure tomorrow; he’s been going at it for over an hour now, making you mindlessly scream and beg and whimper as you grind desperately on his face- it’d be a miracle if nobody at the campsite heard you by now.

“But why not, babe?” Eddie questions, between purposeful licks at your oversensitive clit. “You sound so fuckin’ hot. I bet you’ve got all the guys so hard right now. Probably stroking their dicks as we speak.”

“Eddie,” you gasp as he applies intense suction to your defenseless clit, increasing the pace of his fingers as they fuck you. “F-fuck, Eddie!”

He trails his free hand up to palm at your heaving tits, tweaking and tugging your peaked nipples until they sting. “I bet Robin likes hearing you too. Wonder if she’d ever wanna join us some time?”

He’s so unabashedly filthy, and it turns you on more than you’d care to admit; you lick your lips, breath lodging in your throat when Eddie raises one of your legs to hoist over his lean shoulder. “E-eddie, please.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. You let everybody know who that pussy belongs to,” he grins, curling his fingers inside of you. “That feel good, hmm?”

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you choke out, hoarse and gravelly, your resolve completely undone. “So fucking good…”

“Know it’s a lot for you, baby. You’re being such a good girl, yeah?” he hums his praise affectionately, maintaining contact with your clit, which he proceeds to swirl his tongue against. “You can gimme a few more orgasms, can’t you, sweetheart?”

“I- I think so…” you murmur, your eyes fluttering as you teeter at the brink of climax, your thighs trembling as they wrap snugly around your lover.

He poises a brow, lifting his head a bit so you can see the arousal glinting crudely on his chin. Tilting his head, he gives you a disapproving, “You think?”

You know from his expression to correct yourself, stirring your hips back and forth to gain a bit of traction now that he’s stilled his fingers inside of you. “I-I know I can give you more orgasms, Eddie. I will.”

You know that you’ve just sealed your fate with the declaration, but you’ve accepted it; he jerks you forward, diving back into your heat as his fingers curve within the narrow walls of your pussy, making sharp contact with your g-spot.

You cry out, writhing your hips as he pounds into you fast, each thrust of his fingers angled with well-learned precision. “That’s my girl. C’mon, I know you can be louder than that.”

He’s such a fucking asshole, encouraging you to humiliate yourself further, but you’re too whipped to do anything but comply. Tossing your head back, you call out his name over and over, voice pitched and whiny and surely loud enough for all of Hawkins to hear.

He doesn’t stop, but he does take a brief moment to meet your eyes, a smile detectable even with his features partially obscured.

“Thaaaat’s my girl.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #mine #ask prompt #stranger things ask prompt

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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hi could you write something where the reader just moved in and her new house is next to mbappé’s one also her window is next to mbappé’s one so every time she gets changed she does it in front of the window to tease her new neighbor

𝙄 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚 [ 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im going to be completely honest with you.. I had so much trouble trying to write this because I was unsure how to execute it LOLZZZZ and I honestly believe I did a horrible job so I am soooooo sorry. Hopefully there's a chance that I executed it as you expected c': And as always-Thank you so much for requesting!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

As you put away your freshly laundered clothes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through you. You've been keeping a secret from your best friend, and it's time to spill the beans. "You won't believe who just moved in next door," you exclaim into the phone, your voice bubbling with anticipation. Your friend is intrigued and eagerly asks, "Who is it?"

You take a deep breath and respond with a name that elicits shock and awe, "Kylian!" The mere mention of his name sends a jolt of electricity through the phone line as your best friend squeals in disbelief. The famous soccer player and international heartthrob has taken up residence next door, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of being his neighbor.

As your friend processes the news, she recalls a conversation you both had in the past about a boy you met at a party. "Wait a minute, is this the same Kylian you were telling me about that you met at Kimpembe's party?" she asks. You nod your head, even though she can't see you. "Yup," you respond with a pronounced 'P', "that's him."

You can't help but reminisce about that night when you first met Kylian. You two had hit it off immediately, exchanging witty banter and flirty glances throughout the evening. You were undoubtedly going to see him at home once more and have a little fun. However, your plans were interrupted when a friend of yours got too drunk, and you had to leave to take care of her. You barely even had a chance to exchange numbers with Kylian, and the entire evening you were mildly annoyed with your friend Faith because she essentially "cock-blocked" you.

But now, fate has brought you two together once again, and this time, you don't have to worry about anyone ruining it.

Your best friend tells you over the phone, making you chuckle, "You two were literally eye-fucking eachother that night." “Do you not see how hot is his? Of course I was!,” you let out a small sigh, “ I don't know how to approach him again though", you say while biting your bottom lip.

"Simply say hello to Kylian! Could we fuck?"

You chuckle aloud while shaking your head, "Bye, I'm going to go shower."

"Yeah yeah whatever," your best friend chuckles over the phone, "Goodbye I love you, mwah mwah."

You reply, "Love you too," and end the call.

As you hum to yourself, you connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, intending to play some music while you prepare to take a shower. Your selection is "I Was Never There" by The Weeknd. As you turn to grab your clothes and head into the bathroom, movement outside the window across from yours catches your eye. It's Kylian, working out with two dumbbells, his shirtless form rippling with muscles as he does curls. You can't help but bite your bottom lip as you take in the enticing view. You watch him perform a few more curl-ups until he glances up and notices you. After a brief period of confusion when he first sees you, his eyes widen as he begins to remember who you are. You smirk at him and put the music up louder while stripping off your clothes in front of him. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to see your lace bra, then lowering it as you start to dance sensually, caressing yourself all over. Then, as you continue to dance, you lift your shirt and toss it off. You squeeze your breasts together, stoop a little, and shake your hands so hard that your breasts almost fall out of your bra. The way his chest rises and falls indicates that his breathing is becoming more difficult. You have his whole attention even if he is trying to exercise. You start fiddling with the hem of your sweatpants, running your hand up and down to tease him more by only momentarily exposing your lace panties to him. Continue to dance sensually by allowing your hands to rub all over you as you spin your body around. Your back is turned to him, you tilt your head to the side to maintain eye contact, and you start to slowly begin to push your sweatpants off of you in order to display your black lace underwear once again. You applaud yourself in your head for choosing to wear a matching set of undergarments today. Kylian is now letting go of his weights as he approaches the window, his eyes enamored with what is taking place in front of him. In order to make your ass jiggle, you rock your hips side to side. Then, you stand up and slap your ass. Up until the song's conclusion, you keep giving Kylian a tease show. By this time, Kylian's dumbbells were out of his hands, and he was standing a little bit closer to the window so you could see his growing boner. You spin around so that your back is facing him once more, undo your bra, and then press your arm against your chest so the bra is still covering your breast and doesn't fall off. Your other hand started to fiddle with the hem of your pants, lowering them just far enough for Kylian to see that you were bare below. As he starts to rub his bulge through his pants, Kylian licks his lips. You bit your bottom lip, letting your hand lower your bra even farther while just letting your areolas peek out. Kylian kept watching attentively, his eyes pleading for more. However, you laugh, raise your free hand, and gesture "no" with your finger before quickly turning around and leaving the room. What's the pleasure in giving the man exactly what he wants?

Being overly horny, Kylian is surprised and agitated. He finds it unbelievable that his next-door neighbor is the same woman who left him at the club with blue balls and is now strip teasing him. As he tightened his jaw, all he could think about was you.

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brainyrot · 1 month

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The people of IM Universe (those you remember) going to BATIM in full detail! Or the dog gets it 🐶 🤺/j

"the..hell?.." ink dripping from the walls, yellow everywhere, posters about people he seems to know but..not quite.

it's a studio, he thinks, maybe he's just dreaming. Or he's drunk, that's also an option, but he doesn't remember neither drinking nor going to sleep.

as he gets up, he touches his face, realizing he has a crack. "Ugh.." what a pain. "Mugman?" He asks, quietly, who knows who or what's in here.

but now that he gets a full view of things, this is weird.

There's posters of..Boris. of..Alice? Of bendy? Portraying different adventures, like some kind of tv show or cartoon. But neither of them had a history of..being in any kind of stuff like that.

"what the cuss is this.." he whispers to himself, already thinking of shooting in the face the first thing he sees moving, but it's so dead in here the only noises you can hear is his own breathing.

the more he wanders in, the more it gets freaky. There's various desks of what seems to be animator's desks, doodles of bendy, of his own best friend? Who is the freak drawing bendy so much?

there's studies of bendy, animations..or.. recordings. He can't tell, there's even stuff written on the walls. This is just creepy.

"he lied to us"

"dreams come true"

"beware the ink demon"

There's a demon here now? Just GREAT. just what he NEEDED. And by the name he's..an ink demon. Frankly he never saw one, nor heard of one. He assumes it's some subspecies of a water demon, or something like that.

..so the ink all over the place is from that demon guy, huh? Okay..

the door is shut, he can't go back out, so the only other solutions aside from standing in one place until he rots and dies, is keep walking and (hopefully) find another way out.

the posters just keep appearing on the walls, even cutouts now are around which makes things even more..weird. it's all about cussing bendy. Why is it all about bendy? Are they some worshipping demon cult? And the demon they are worshipping is bendy? That's just..weird. eugh. He never understood these kind of people.

but it would also explain the "ink demon" deal. But then, why "beware"? Bendy is anything but dangerous or something to be cautious of.

but the more he looks around the more disgusted he gets. It smells like rotten corpses in here, and he doesn't know why since the only thing here is ink.

maybe the ink were all victims of the ink illness..but it doesn't explain the smell..no one ever smelled like an actual corpse after melting. Rather, it smelled like ink, and that's it. That's why it was so horrifying to look at.

It's ink.

There's no trace of the person left anymore.

oh but Boris' corpse cut open on the table can explain the smell more than the ink.

"wh- BORIS!" The cup shouts, horror in his eyes and air leaving his lungs.

What the hell happened here?! who did this?! Why is Boris here..cut open with..

The dark.. puddles... awaken.."

Okay this is bad. REALLY BAD. The kid didn't deserve it, and now- there's a possible threat around.

if-

..if this happened to boris- then- then what about mugman? If they even dared to lay a finger on him, he'll blow this place up.

finger up, bullet ready.

But no one is there.

breathing, not his own.

faint laugh, not his.

ink.. coming..out of the walls?

there's surely a demon here, and..and no.

No it couldn't be the demon. it just can't be. The demon would have been way too brutal, maybe someone that works for the demon? A debtor?

where the hell did he end up to? Where the hell did they get Boris?! who did this?!

how is he gonna explain this to bendy?! He can't deal with something like this! Not right now! Not- ever.

"-HEAD?! CUPHEAD?" mugman.

MUGMAN! "MUGS!" oh stars. Is he here too?!

"MUGS WHERE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU HURT?!"

Run. Run as fast as you can.

"uh- NO! but..you gotta see this.." see what?

"..wh-"

"I think we found..the ink machine."

A voice. A soul. The ink speaks to me.

It tells me your secrets.

#so...#i may kr may not #started #a fic.#from an ask.#oh I'll definitely continue this #it's nust taht it's 4am #so #that's all you get for now 😈#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #batim #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #answer #answers #batim fanfiction

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callme-a-good-girl · 5 months

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i went out drinking with some friends last night and i definitely had one too many

i remember stumbling down the hallway of my apartment building and thinking how easy itd be for someone to just open their door and grab me

there's some sketchy people in my building, so its also not outside the realm of possibility for someone to hear me stumbling, open their door, and drag me into their apartment by my hair

i could barely talk, so they wouldn't have to worry about me screaming for help. the most id be able to do is whimper and beg you not to hurt me

maybe id get tackled to the floor and get all my clothes torn off so im naked with no hope of covering up. then they'd climb on top of me, call me a slut and a whore for being so drunk and alone

tell me that clearly i wanted this, otherwise i wouldn't have drank so much. i mean, drunk girls are meant to be taken advantage of, right? so that must mean i wanted to be raped

they'd pin me down right there on the floor and force their dick inside me, ignoring my protests and cries to stop, to not cum in me

but of course they would shoot their cum deep inside my cunt

then once they're done with me, throw me back out into the hallway with no clothes and cum dripping down my legs

hopefully no one else hears me walking down the hallway...

#intox k1nk #intoxication kink #intox cnc #intox kink #forced intox #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm babygirl #daddy's good girl #bd/sm blog #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink #praise k!nk #bd/sm good girl #call me a good girl #daddy’s babygirl

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8aji · 2 years

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kiss, kiss and make up. // s.s.

pairing: Shinichiro Sano x reader

wc: 590+

synopsis: drunk make out session with shinchiro

tags/cw: fluff, very suggestive, pinning, alcohol consumption, reader and shin are 'just' friends, mention of vomiting (both reader and shin); please let me know if i missed anything,

a/n: wrote this blurb when i was drunk lmfao, but i had so much fun writing it LMFAO. thank you @guav for motivating me to finish editing this instead of studying for midterms :) and yeah ik i said id take a lil break but im gonna post this and then hopefully take a break sobs

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

you smell like cigarettes and wine, and your lips are sore as they mold against his. A dopey smile interrupted what should be an ‘amicable’ kiss between two friends that happened to be very, very close.

He feels nice against you, his lips are chapped yet soft, and he’s gentle as he desperately grabs at your hip and your cheek and your chest, though he shies away from that last location, mumbling an unintelligible sorry between spit and lips and tongue.

It’s disgusting, the both of you are so disgusting. You’re swapping spit in the middle of what seems to be everything; you take a sip of your drink, melted ice weakening the alcohol, to then share the watered-down liquid between your lips. A few droplets escape your kiss and slide down both your chins, caressing your necks until they stain your clothes.

The coldness of the wall feels refreshing against your lower back, the temperature contrasting with that of Shinichiro’s palms. So warm, he’s irradiating waves of heat all throughout; with every touch, you can feel him blush.

If only you could do this while sober, while both of you were fully present and capable enough to remember what each other tastes like. You’re sure the memory will be stored somewhere in your subconscious, but you want it to plague your brain. Every second of every day, his skin should be seared against yours, every time you breathe you should remember what he feels like; the aftertaste of Shinichiro should always be at the forefront of your mind.

But then, before you can press your knee further up his groin, hear him moan and whimper, mark him up so that even when you wake up with an immeasurable regret pounding against your skull you can enjoy the view of your best friend’s skin littered with splotches of purple and fantasise that he’s finally yours, he pulls away, thumb slowly caressing your cheek. His eyes are glassy, glimmering not only because of the extravagant lights but because he’s Shinichiro, and you are sure Shinichiro Sano can only glow from the inside out.

“You’re so…” he whispers, though the volume fluctuates and to be honest, not even Shin can discern whether it’s because the alcohol only amplifies his inability to properly whisper or because you make his heart go doki doki with just one look. It makes it harder for him to control his existence.

You wait for him, even if you kind of want to shut him up with a kiss. You wait for him because even if he will sound incoherent, speech slurred just like yours, you’re sure he’s this close to profusing his undying love and even if you don’t remember this is in the morning, at least you’d internalise how special you’re to him.

“You’re so vodka,” he giggles, nudging his nose against yours, letting his eyes close in bliss. It makes you giggle along. “You taste like raspberry.”

And even if it wasn’t a crystal clear confession, you’re sure he meant everything with just that. From his touch, his eyes, his lips and tongue, you know he’s head over heels for you; fallen so hard he can’t get up, though maybe that’s the alcohol because now Wakasa and Benkei are helping him up, dragging him to the bathroom so he doesn’t throw up all over the floor.

And maybe you should go too, something tells you that the knot in your stomach, moving steadily up your throat, isn’t only the butterflies or bees or whatever it is that Shinichiro Sano makes you feel.

#master collection.#tr collection.#shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano fluff #shinichiro fluff #sano shinichiro x you #shinichiro x you #tr fluff #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff

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scribespirare · 11 months

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if you still do requests for House… something Hilson with Wilson’s possessive streak popping up, maybe in public?

oh man i haven't done hilson in a while thank u for requesting them!! hopefully im not too rusty w/ them

“Do you know every waitress in the city?”

House glances up from the menu in front of him, and then back at the retreating figure of their waitress. Sarah, apparently, though he’s always known her as Caramel. She looks a lot different with so much clothing on and no heels.

“Only the ones who moonlight as strippers,” House replies. The look Wilson gives him is unamused at best and House raises an eyebrow at him. “What, it’s not my fault we happen to pick restaurants where my favorites work.”

Turning back to his menu, House ignores Wilson’s stony silence. Honestly, the man gets his panties in such a twist sometimes and not even for a good reason. Caramel barely even recognized him; House is sure he looks a lot different too when not cast in low lighting and considerably drunk. And just because two other waitresses have recognized him in the past month, and he them, doesn’t mean anything.

Caramel, sorry Sarah, comes back a few minutes later for their orders. Wilson’s is clipped and terse, about as rude as he ever manages to be to staff. House’s is friendlier and is followed by a question about how Sarah is doing. She immediately brightens up and launches into a story about how the medical advice he’d given her one night (he can’t remember it but even black out he knows his shit) had helped her pass a class for her nursing degree.

House is just about to remind her that she’s got a job to do actually when Wilson, smiling pleasantly, says, “I’m sorry, something has come up, you can cancel that order.” Then he stands, grabs House by the arm, and very clearly indicates that they should leave.

“Oh,” says a surprised Sarah. “Sure. I’ll see you later I guess?”

“You won’t,” Wilson says with confidence.

And House…well it’s not like Wilson could drag him out of here by force. House could very easily refuse to play this little game of jealousy if he wanted to. But he’s also intrigued and so grabs his cane and stands. Instead of being hauled away immediately like he’s expecting, Wilson instead grabs House by the collar and brings him in for a kiss. More than a peck, but not quite long enough for House to get his bearings and make a show of it, purely to taunt Wilson with later.

With that little public display accomplished, Wilson does indeed tug House out of the restaurant, House giving a little wave to a flustered Sarah as they go.

They pause outside, the air cold enough to fog their breaths, to pull on jackets that were thrown over arms in their haste.

“You’re ridiculous,” House says, shifting his cane from one hand to the other.

“I know,” is Wilson’s clipped response.

“And also you owe me dinner.”

“I know.”

“Did I say you were ridiculous? Because you are. Who the hell gets jealous over a stripper?”

“I do, apparently,” Wilson grinds out. “Especially when they’re flirting with you right in front of me.”

“There was not nearly enough cleavage present for that to be considered flirting,” House says with gravitas. Then, because he’s a dick, “You should give me another kiss, I think she’s still watching.”

It’s meant as a joke but Wilson rounds on him, grabs his face in two hands, and kisses him soundly. This time it’s a real kiss, and it drags on and on until House can’t remember why he’d suggested it in the first place, or even that he’d only suggested it in jest. Christ, but Wilson can kiss.

When they finally part House has to take a moment to regather his thoughts. Wilson looks rather smug about it too, the jealous dick.

“You still owe me dinner,” House says the moment his thoughts clear. Wilson’s smug look fades and is followed by an eye roll.

“I’ll buy you McDonald’s. Get in the damn car.”

#asks #requests #hilson #house md

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 11 months

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The Forest Meets the Sea

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, slick, needy boys, viking Col, fae Dom, slow burn, mentioned masterbation, mentioned cumming untouched, teasing boys, longing stares, unhelpful cryptic Mod, unexplained heats, innocent Dom ☠️ Rating: mature ☠️ all ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Damhnaic was surprised that his master had left him alone with the strange man but he knew that was a good sign. His love had been in obvious pain and needed a moment alone to clear his head. Modig had led him to the bed to sit and then waited for permission as if he knew how important the pelt was. Perhaps he did, the halfling was obviously magic. He took a deep breath and yet again felt the comfort and kinship the blonde exuded and he nodded, patting the fur a small distance away from himself, and the fae smiled as if he was thankful for the trust. He had so many questions but while they had a moment he probably didn't have too long. Hopefully they could find time to talk later. "You know?" He whispered, his heart in his throat. More than anything he wanted to be held by his man. He was so… confused.

"I heard. I normally don't hear the sea but it sang to me. It was really bitchy actually. I liked it." Mod was obviously half lost to madness but that sometimes happened with halflings. Dom wondered if he knew what he was or if he was just considered gifted. He couldn't help smiling at the thought, he was quite sure that it wasn't the sea but he wouldn't give away his friends. Of course Tom was pissed. "I was expecting you though. I'm glad you finally arrived. He needs you."

The selkie's mouth curled up at the corner, a gentle fond smile painting his lips. "Did I 'urt 'im? I been singing me whole life and it's never… worked. Fhought I couldn't. I don't want to force nuffin." He tried not to whine but the fae shook his head.

"Don't worry. I think he wants it more than you but he's a stubborn bastard. Inga suggested you get him drunk." It hit Dom why the man had looked so familiar, his gentle eyes and soft smile were a copy of the woman's but when he didn't say 'mum' the boy didn't think he should ask. He'd just have to remember to talk to her soon. His gaze kept flicking to the door, his pointed ear twitching he was listening so hard for his love to return. "I think you were meant to meet. He's unlocking your truth and you his."

Dom tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He didn't know what truth he was shining a light on in his master besides perhaps a latent penchant for men. He was glad to be the first but he wished he himself knew more about his body or how to please Kol. "Am I… is it…" He couldn't figure out a way to ask about the mess pouring from him without embarrassing them both. Mod may not even know.

"Quite a heat in the air don't you think?" The halfling teased but when Dom just seemed even more confused he swallowed hard. He would not give the boy a sex talk, his brother would skin him alive. "He's your key. Trust yourselves, especially together. You were always meant to find your way together." There… that wasn't too much trouble. He hoped. He knew there was so much he needed to tell the boy but it wasn't time. For now they needed to learn each other, he didn't think they really knew anything, not even surface level- but they had time to discover. The stars weren't rushing him yet. This was what was meant to happen and the rest would unfold. It was like a song that had just been waiting for the first note to be played.

"You won't be 'elpful will yas?" Damhnaic huffed, a half cocked grin on his face. He could see the halfling working through whatever thoughts were in his mind, probably he was still listening to whispers Dom was thankful not to deal with. He didn't need any extra voices in his head, his were loud enough already.

Mod laughed and flushed, he wasn't trying to be rude but the boy was so innocent. He knew it was the slowly unlocking potential and the already burning connection between the two but he was still almost surprised that his chief was so excited by it. He didn't have to have the Sight to know Kol'son was hiding somewhere and pleasuring himself so he wouldn't attack the kid. Although he knew it must be torture, almost like a second maturity. He was just glad he'd never have to feel it. He didn't think… "It's not on purpose. I believe I can help with the right questions but… not with everything. Perhaps ask Kol about-" He paused and cleared his throat and tried very hard to not look down at his new friend's lap. The smell was cloying to him, he couldn't imagine what their leader was going through. "That. Or Inga." He added the last thought with a small shrug of his shoulder.

"You really fink he'll say any'fin to me tha' might make me ears a bit less pure?" Dom was surprised at himself, he'd been trying to bite back most of his sarcasm but of course it slipped out unbidden but thankfully the other fae laughed. "Tell me I'm wrong! He sweet but gods. I ain't some little babe. Jus' cause I was meant to be a god's play fing-" He clamped his jaw shut tight and looked away. He might be comfortable with Mod but that didn't mean he should spill everything. If he said the wrong thing he might be cast out just for being gifted to a god not of their religion.

"Blood of the sea knows nothing when desperate. It whispers… you were born His. You were never meant for Them." Dom watched as Mod's eyes went distant. He could tell he was listening to the secrets in the air and for just a moment he strained to listen himself but he heard nothing. Nothing but-

"Shite he's almost back. Wha' do you mean Modig? Who? Kol?" He rushed to ask but the halfling was shaking his head to clear it, that same soft smile on his face. He needed to know and he almost reached for the other fae but he didn't want his master getting the wrong idea. Blood of the sea had to be his family but... Who were the other two? Kol'son? His family's god?

"The wolf will rise. Just give it time." Dom's jaw almost dropped, he knew the bastard thought he was being helpful but that just confused him more. Wolf? He was a fucking selkie. Wait… didn't they call Kol Feilan? Wolfling? His brows furrowed and his hand dropped to his belly. Perhaps Mod meant they would make their own? Would the clan even accept that?

Whatever Kol'son thought to find when he reached his bed it wasn't the sight in front of him. Mod was smiling like a loon which was honestly normal but it was his thrall that stopped him in his tracks and made him think he might need a little more air. The boy was staring off in the distance, obviously lost in thought, his jade eyes wide and reflecting the fire with gold. There was a beautiful smile on his face and his hand was resting over his stomach, the whole pose gave the man ideas he definitely didn't need. "Do you feel ill?" He asked because he was sure whatever the kid was thinking of wasn't what was crossing his mind. If anything he was a pervert. He shouldn't read so deeply into things.

Dom shook himself and sniffled, he felt so overwhelmed by the thought and whatever emotions were burning through him. He'd been sensitive all day but gods above he needed to control himself better. He caught sight of his love and tried to wave his worry off, his cheeks flushing at getting caught. Even if his leader wanted babes he was sure he wouldn't want them with him. They just met. He'd just been watching Kol'son for so long and already given the human his whole heart. Mod winked at him and stood to leave, patting the chieftain's shoulder as he passed. "Rest, I think you've had far too much excitement for one day brother." He teased before taking his leave.

Dom felt lost as he was left alone with his master. He wanted more than anything to curl up with the man but he was obviously being careful. They both were. "I'm alright. A little… confused? Did I 'urt you?" He let slip before he remembered Kol wouldn't know what he meant. He reached for his hand and waited, staring up with wide gentle eyes.

Kol'son couldn't help but laugh, his thrall was so innocent he didn't understand his own pleasure and he didn't realize why he'd left for a moment. He sighed deep, taking the boy's hand and sitting next to him. He could do this, he just needed to be careful. "Of course not." He soothed, pressing a kiss to the boy's hair. "You were beautiful. Did you feel good?" He asked, his fingertips brushing softly up and down Dom's thigh.

The fae couldn't stop himself from shivering, he could feel the heat between his legs back with a vengeance. It happened any time the human was near but now that he was touching him of his own volition? Fuck. "Oh!" He purred as it hit him, his master was calling back to what happened between them earlier in the day. "You made me feel good. Did I-" His gaze couldn't help but drop to the man's cock. He didn't see a fresh wet spot though.

"Don't pout little one. You made me feel so good but…" The chieftain bit his lip, he wanted to be honest but… how honest? "You've now made me feel good five times today. I haven't felt like that in… fuck- ever." He laughed. Even when he hit his maturity he never needed to touch himself five times in one day and if the boy kept pouting it'd be six. Shit he should probably find a balm for his cock if he would be fisting it so often. He couldn't help but think how nice the kid's wetness would feel. The grin Dom gave him made his heart beat faster and when the boy stood his brows furrowed.

"We should rest, don't you fink?" Dom giggled, trying to sway his hips as he went to put out some of the fire. They'd had such a long night and it was almost impossible to him that he'd only been with his master a day. He could feel those heavy blue eyes on him as he reached for the edge of his tunic and pulled it slowly off himself. The noise that escaped the human when he was nude had him hiding a smile. He may not understand everything but that didn't matter, he knew when he was being admired. "You should undress. I don't like nuffin against me skin but fur." He huffed, walking back to the bed slowly to give his love time to obey.

Kol'son knew he shouldn't but… he did say he'd only do what Dom wanted. They spent the previous night nude in bed together as well. It'd be fine. He'd already abandoned his tunic to the wash and he made quick work of his pants. He was honestly surprised at his own nerves when he was bare to that sweet loving gaze again. The first thing Dom looked at was his cock but he tried to be quick, he had a little control and he didn't want to mess it up. "'Old me?" He asked, crawling in next to his man and though the leader swallowed hard he did as he was asked. The way Dom fit in his hold was intoxicating, he'd never thought anyone fit with him but they felt like they belonged exactly where they were. The kid's ass was a revelation as it pressed against his dick but he could literally feel the heat from his core. It had to hurt he was so fever warm.

"Rest. I'll protect you."

Dom smiled as his eyes closed. He's never been so excited and comfortable at the same time but he would try to do as he was told. "You too daidí." He hummed, his body rocking gently as if he were in the waves of the sea.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

I know some of this was cryptic but that's just normal for a seer, all will be explained as it goes. Next chapter will have a sex talk with Inga so look forward to that 😂🖤☠️

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