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foxgloveinspace · 10 months

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Hi, it’s come to my attention I should probably share my Sleep Token Fan Fics on this website, so here is an official post I’ll update and stuff.

I want to say, publicly here, I am Not shipping the band members. I am, shipping their stage personas, and do not want to even think of them off stage in that way (because shipping real people makes me uncomfortable). I have separated the characters and the people who play them so much that I forget I’m even writing about Sleep Token. Ok? Even if they are just playing up their own personalities, they are still putting on a show, and putting on characters.

That being said:

All my Sleep Token fics are in a series (so far). All you need to know is that it’s set in an au where they are not a band, just a cult and a polycule, and Sleep is a loving but mean dom. And it’s all an excuse to write smut about sub!Vessel. Cause I love content where he gets to be a #mess, and I remembered I can make it myself lol.

You need to be logged into your ao3 account to be able to read my fic, I locked them all a few years ago when people where copying fics to other websites with pay walls, and I left them locked. I’m glad I did cause there’s a lot of scams happening right now anyway. Make sure to also read all the tags on the fics! And I usually put trigger warnings in the beginning notes!

Give In Again and Let Me Lay (My Arms Belong Around You)

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/Sleep, background I/II/III/IV (polyvessels), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, but theres a tiny tiny bit of plot. Dom/sub,Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mentioned Tentacles (past), Bondage, Cis Vessel (Sleep Token), (sorry about that one), Witch-y Vessel, Non-Human Character, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep only came to his room for two reasons, the first and most common, was when Sleep wanted Vessel to try some new magic or ritual, ones that would leave him tired enough that he might pass out immediately after. Those were usually his least favorite, the magic and energy draining from him left him feeling empty and hollow for weeks after, and the accomplishment of getting it right eventually was bittersweet, and not fulfilling. He felt useless as Sleep’s weapon in those moments, but he would do what was asked of him.

But the excitement in the way that Sleep had tugged at their link made Vessel shudder, and not in complete apprehension.

Vessel shuts himself in his room, working on a project. He doesn't realize how long it's been since he's left his room to do more than eat, and accidentally worries the others to the point that they get their god involved.

I am the Shadow, You’re the Passenger

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/II/III/IV, Vessel/iii, Vessel (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, (but so little it's blink and you'll miss it), Not a Band AU, Technically This Is A, Cult AU, Domestic Fluff, Trans II (Sleep Token), Trans III (Sleep Token), light body horror, Do NOT copy to another website

Vessel had felt III’s eyes on him since the beginning of The Punishment, as he had started referring to it in his mind. He had felt all of his other’s eyes on him since the beginning of the Punishment. It had only been a week or so, but it had been obvious with III, as if he hadn’t even been trying to hide it. And knowing III he wasn’t, Vessel would turn and catch his eye, as if III was waiting to catch him out. Vessel still flinched back every time, tried to stop it from happening and only made it worse.

It wasn’t like he was shy about it, as if he was completely insecure about what he had done for his god, it was just that he was unused to being so open, even to the other vessels. And a week without the mask wasn’t going to change that, he doubted even the month would.

Vessel can't sleep, III helps. In the process, III finds out Vessel thinks none of his others like his eyes.

Something You Say or Something You Do (A Taste of the Divine)

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Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Free Use Vessel, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Magic, Cult AU, No band AU, Vessel has a magic vagina in this one (just... read it I guess), Trans II, Trans III, Cis IV, Cis Vessel, yes I know., Dom/sub, Dom II, Dom IV, Switch III, Sub Vessel, Dom Sleep, (but Sleep is not here for this one), Cunnilingus, Long Shot, Vibrators, light body horror

He blinked at the ceiling as Sleep chuckled in his mind, and then Sleep spoke,

“Good morning, my vessels.”

Vessel felt the stirrings from the other bonds, the others greeting their god, and he pushed back on Sleep, a good morning of his own, without words.

“I will not be able to be there today for worship as discussed, I will be around within the next 86 hours,” He felt amusement from the others and himself at the use of specific hours from their god, used to it by now but still so endearing, “but because of this I decided that One shall be yours for the day.”

Or, Vessel wakes up on a morning of worship, only to find out their god has made some changes to him in the night. Oh, and Sleep cannot come that day, so he's giving the Others a treat. Vessel.

Take a Bite (of Me)

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Background II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel, Sleep (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Biting, Oral, Light Dom/sub, PWP, Blow Jobs, Non-Human Genitalia, so much cum (idk how else to tag this and nothing is coming up oof), Soft Sleep (Sleep Token), Soft Vessel (Sleep Token), Still a little fucky wucky tho? At least to me, Do NOT Copy To Another Webiste

He was home alone, the lights were low, so there was only the lamp behind him where he was sitting on the couch, casting a warm glow over him and his book.

He was home alone, until he felt the crackle in the air, the shift in the pressure, the feeling of his god materializing in the portal that was, for all purposes an empty room they called his, the door of which when opened by Sleep would be the gateway to his world, the world of gods. Vessel only felt the change when he was in the living room or kitchen in a clear open space with the door, but he was glad for it this time, marking his page by dog earring it, and tossing it on the coffee table, as he felt Sleep come up to the back of the couch and loom over him, casting shadow in the golden glow.

Or; Sleep is in a softer mood, and decides to indulge in Vessel's love of his mouth, covering him in hickies.

All Your Darkest Impulses

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No Archive Warnings Apply, IV/Sleep (Sleep Token), IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Vessel (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), PWP, Dom/sub, Bottom IV, Sub IV, Top Sleep, Dom Sleep, Mildly Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Vessel POV, Coming In Pants, (For Vessel UwU), Punishment, worship kink, (thats not a tag??), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep sighed, and stretched his arms wide, in his humanoid form again, and Vessel was starting to associate the form with worship with his god. He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Sleep walked into the room, and Sleep’s eyes caught his, but they didn’t hold his attention long, his eyes wondering almost lazily to IV, who was still sitting at the table though his back was ramrod straight, and his hands were in his lap. Vessel could see the way they were clenching and unclenching.

Sleep’s eyes didn’t leave IV, and then there was a soft glow that seemed to be coming from behind them, and IV’s head tilted down. Sleep nodded once to himself, and stepped forward to him, holding out his hand to IV, and hesitantly IV placed his hand in Sleeps. He was tugged up to his feet, and then they were starting to walk away.

Sleep decides it's time to punish IV for the stunt he pulled when Sleep couldn't be there to watch Vessel between II and III. Vessel gets to watch.

Let Me Wrap the Chain

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Vessel (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), PWP, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Human Genitalia, technically, Non-Human Character, Tentacle Monster Sleep, Overstimulation, Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep was floating in the middle of their living room when they walked in the door, his from his second favorite, a mass of wriggling tentacles that had no business being inside such a small apartment, but it was, and it had been before, had been in his room before as impossible as it felt, with his little glances to Sleep now; blocking the lights and casting long shadows over the walls.

It's tentacle smut guys, idk what else to say lol.

Important Authors Note in the notes of this fic.

#very much so #sleep token #sleep token fic #my fanfic writing #is this technically #worship #?? still not sure what counts tbh #it’s all smut babes

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lostxinxwords · 5 months

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i physically need to make the spn writers watch pit babe the series and tell them that this is what their legacy has come to

#they wrote a show for dudebros and ended up with gay neurodivergents and teenage girls going through insanity #they wrote a character so gay he invented a new genre of mlm smut #and now almost 20 years later we get the first a/b/o live action show #this show's history and impact are an endless shitshow and above all we must commit to the bit #btw i just started spn like a few weeks ago but i've known OF it for a while #spn #supernatural #castiel #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #dean x castiel #eric kripke #pit babe the series #a/b/o #omegaverse

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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how you met the cod:mwii men (vol.i)

— first encounters with the men of cod : mw ii, part 1

rating : m for mature and suggestive themes tags : kissing, making out, fluff, smut goes as far as giving head ( lol idk how to describe it besties, my bad ) pairing : f!reader / phillip graves , f!reader / alejandro vargas fandom : cod mwii warnings : cursing, suggestive themes, mdni (minors don’t interact)

01| Phillip Graves

It started as a fling, of course — all it took was fifteen minutes of passive-aggressively telling him he should stop showing up unannounced, and suddenly he has you against a janitor's closet with his hand up your skirt. You felt his impatience bleed into his kisses: messy, uncoordinated, and almost desperate, Grave’s eagerness would have scared you off. Lucky for him, you think he fits cockiness like a glove ( as much as you did not want to admit it.)

Any thoughts of resisting for the sake of your pride and dignity were swept away by the heady rush of adrenaline brought only seconds before one realises they are about to have a quickie. The thought made you shiver in his arms. Noticing this, he grinned against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before pulling away.

'What’s your name, baby ?'

You nearly rolled your eyes — you were even surprised he asked. Having just met the man twenty minutes ago, you can already guess that Graves was the type to 'fuck first and talk later.' And he clearly wasted no time, hoisting you up an open wardrobe and patting your waist with a, ' Open up for me, atta girl.’

Sure, his one-liners are cheesy as fuck, and someone needs to put him in his place, but the words always seem to come out of your throat as a desperate whine when his head disappears between your legs; it was one of the only ways to get him to shut up.

'Easy there.' He chuckled, nipping the inside of your thighs when they started to shake. It happened so fast, too fast — he had a hand across your mouth while the other helped his tongue drive you over the edge. Even in between breaths, he still finds a way to talk ( not that you mind the filth pushing past gritted teeth.)

‘C’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby — fuck.’

With your head thrown back and chest heaving, it did not even cross your mind that the asshole had pocketed your underwear until you were dressed and back behind your desk. The whiplash was enough to flush your entire face, barely keeping a straight composure when Shepherd stepped out of his office with Laswell in tow, the older man obliviously introducing you to Graves. Behind, Kate eyed your smudged lipstick suspiciously.

' And for God's sake Graves, will it kill you to make an appointment?'

You were hyper-aware of how your thighs were still wet. He noticed your discomfort; obviously, the asshole did — why else would Graves be so pleased with his response?

' I'll make sure to have your secretary's number then, sir.'

02| Alejandro Vargas

The hero of Las Almas is what the people call Alejandro. They knew him as a soldier, a leader, and a beacon of hope. Yet, you knew Alejandro even before he joined the army; stripped off his badge and weapon, you will always see him as the man who courageously stepped in to save you from being robbed at gunpoint all those years ago. Who knew he eventually becomes colonel? While everyone talks about him with pride and adoration, you cannot help but feel hurt over the fact that: just like everyone else, you will have no choice but to admire him from afar.

' You barely even speak to the man.'

' He's way older than you ! '

' Pah! Please, put this energy somewhere else.'

Those are the few things the townspeople told you when they found out you had eyes on him, but can they blame you? And because his second in command guiltily cannot resist the scent of warm, freshly baked bread every morning on the way back to base from his morning patrol, you always volunteer for the six am shift — always racing down the stairs just in time to greet him with a smile.

' Buenos días, (name).'

Alejandro always says your name gently, as if he was especially pleased to see you. In order to not let the man feed into your delusions, you took a few seconds to brace yourself so that your 'good morning, colonel' does not shake.

You enjoy making small talk with him. In this scenario, conversations between the two of you usually consist of Alejandro asking you about your well-being and you nodding back in response — always too awed by his presence to respond. ( You even almost forgot Rodolfo had been waiting for you to give him his change back.)

The moment before he leaves to let you tend to the other customers is probably the most agonising fifteen seconds of your morning routine. You will watch in anticipation as Alejandro raises a hand behind his neck to act as if he wants to ask you a question, only to turn to his heels and wish you a good day. And as if you were a telenovela for the line of customers, your family, your neighbor, the local children, and the fruit sellers to watch, they will all throw their hands in the air and sigh in frustration.

Your mother once compared your crush on Alejandro to being in love with the sun. You cannot decide between laughing or crying.

Eventually, this continued until the city was torn apart by cartel members. Your family was lucky enough to survive the sudden wave of brutality, but the bakery was a wreck, and worse: your hero was nowhere to be seen. You were so sick with worry that the moment he knelt to help clean up the broken shards of glass, you had abandoned the dustpan to throw yourself into his arms — sobbing about how scared you were for him.

A laugh was pulled out of Alejandro as if he was surprised by how much you cared about him. Hands wiped your tears away, and he cooed above you, tucking your head under his chin with both his arms around you, ' Oh, cariño — come here.'

When Rodolfo arrives in tow with your family to clean up the rest of the mess, he quickly ushers them back out, ducking when Alejandro throws a nearby towel at him for interrupting what would have been your first and proper kiss together. ( He made up for it in the end.)

‘ You know, it’s the colonel who always insists that we get breakfast every morning. Not me. More than half a decade of eating the same breakfast every day, imagine that.’

a/n: i hope the contrast between the two scenarios didn’t give you whiplash ( what happens when the howl’s moving castle soundtrack plays after the weeknd (o¬‿¬o ) ) anyways, i hope you enjoyed this ! <3

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kaiscumsock · 1 year

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evan peters so is adorable 🫶

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searchingforbucky · 3 months

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Writer: writes the most amazing, well thought out and executed, tragically beautiful fanfiction you’ll ever read

All of the comments: Part 2 with smut? 🥺

#absolutely nothing wrong with smut #or loving to read smut #but it always makes me laugh #like…..#come on #you can take a breather from smut for a second and enjoy the plot babes #smut is not the definitive answer to every story #not all stories need smut #and that’s okay!#searchingforbucky #fanfiction #writers on tumblr

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kinnporsche-is-life · 2 months

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Guys I’m so in love w this scene. I’m a perv and I love all the heat in bls, but Pavels smut have some magic in it.

I really really like Pit Babe for now. I’m on ep 7 end I really hope for more sex scenes.

And also plot. Mainly plot.

Yes.

Plot.

#give me all the smut #and then some more #pit babe ep 7 #pit babe #pit babe spoilers #pit babe the series

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Rent the Space Inside My Mind

1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...

A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.

Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘

(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)

Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO

In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to.

Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out.

“Ed?”

It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with buckshot later.

He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.

Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life.

“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?

Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?

Don’t start

There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really.

He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.

“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion.

“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow.

“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“

“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells.

“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms.

You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now.

“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”

Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?

It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps.

“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.” His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry.

He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there.

He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say.

“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on.

“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words.

“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest.

“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”

A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?”

“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground.

“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips.

“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.

The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear.

He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath.

“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.”

“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to.

“God no, Eddie I-“

There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.”

Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts.

It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back.

“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“

“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you.

“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.”

He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up.

“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch.

“Hello old friends.”

“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you.

“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.”

“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”

“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close.

“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips.

“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips.

“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.

“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm.

“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”

Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running.

“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs.

“What’s so funny, giggles?”

“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”

Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.

“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups.

“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.”

“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways.

“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“

“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”

You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.”

That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics.

“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get.

“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still.

“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways.

“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders.

“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too.

“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder.

“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you.

“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh.

“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?”

“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered.

“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”

“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him.

“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before.

“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief.

“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark.

“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game.

“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice.

“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place.

“If your gonna make fun of me…”

“Absolutely not.”

You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Payback

“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin.

“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you.

“Oh fuck.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him.

“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair.

“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly.

“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.”

“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up.

“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch.

“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?”

“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder.

“You okay champ?”

He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something.

“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up. He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper.

“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed.

“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile.

“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer.

“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.”

Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake.

“Are you always this cuddly?”

“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets.

“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to.

It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon.

Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going.

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit.

“Seriously, where are you goin’?”

“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”

“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”

“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”

“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”

“You bitch about me?”

“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him.

“Aww, he likes me?”

“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again.

“Depends what you’re looking for.”

“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”

“Oh that’s a big ask.”

“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you.

“I can do that.”

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euphor1a · 2 years

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Angry sex with Yeonjun

thirst drabbles (3/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, sugardaddy au

word count » ~ 500

warnings » explicit sexual content; hard!dom yeonjun, sub!reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, begging, orgasm control, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia.

“Da-daddy, I’m– ‘m sorry,” you whimper once again, tears streaming down your face. On any other day, he would’ve stopped, shushing you and cradling your small body in his arms. But today is an exception. His massive length continues to slam into your hypersensitive pussy — a result of him edging you for hours now.

“Yeah? Are you now? Where was all this decency when I told you to not disturb me during my work?” Yeonjun growls, his fingers painfully digging into your thighs as his hips move against yours roughly.

“Ugh– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sob, whole body shaking from the blazing fire running through your veins. Your subconscious urges to beg you for one orgasm, that can surely soothe all your pain. “Please, please, please, let me come, please!” You don’t care if you sound pathetic. If he keeps this up, you might just black out from sensory overload.

“I’ve spoiled you a bit too much, I see. Made you my cockslut by training you for hours every fucking day, and now you think that you own me, huh? You’ve gone way too far. Disrespecting daddy and his work? You were asking for it, babygirl.”

A fresh batch of tears gather in your eyes, your body jolting under him. Yeonjun huffs at your sudden movement, his large hand coming to wrap itself around your throat. “Don’t move. You’re gonna take it like the cockwhore you are.”

“Daddy, please, it– it hurts! I beg you... I– I want to come; please let me come!” You struggle against his weight, his hands applying just the right amount of pressure on your throat. His thrusts are relentless, cock moving in and out of you — never once failing to hit your g-spot. You try to wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to ground yourself, but he glares at you, pushing them away.

“Only good girls get to come. You don’t deserve an orgasm baby, it’s about time that I teach you a lesson because I’ve been too generous to you.” Yeonjun grunts in your ear, giving a few more hard thrusts before pulling out entirely. He could feel your walls pulsating around him dangerously, telling him that you were about to come soon.

“No no no, please daddy, please, I’m so sorry,” you manage to choke out, sobs wrecking your body. He mutters a curse under his breath, really wanting to give you orgasms until you forget about everything but him and then fill you up with his load. How can he not, when you’re crying and begging so prettily for him?

Yeonjun nonchalantly finds your swollen nub, pressing on it briefly and earning a shocked gasp from you. “Yes, yes! Oh my god! Yes,” you squeal, his thumb rolling your clit in tight circles, bringing you impossibly closer to the brink.

“You’re lucky that it’s hard for me to say no to you.” He rasps, watching you fall apart soon after.

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hotchs-big-hands · 3 months

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Drawing something :3 gonna post under the cut even tho you can't see anything naughty on it (for now 👀)

😇😇😇

#this one is going out for all the fat (or if you prefer plus size) babes 💅#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader smut #hotch smut #nsfw.#aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n

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itwasthereaminuteago · 5 months

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Can't you just imagine Matt lying across his laps and him dishing out a well deserved spanking with those nice big hands??

Now you can!

You're welcome.

Uhhhhhh omg yes yes I can fully imagine that in glorious high def 4k thank you very much... and Frank really enjoys taking his time turning Matty into a desperate, panting, whiny mess with a couple of nice matching burning pink cheeks, just begging Frank to stop...

and Frank does eventually stop, rewarding Matt with a very thorough rimming ��

#awooga awooga #fratt smut #matt murdock x frank castle #thanks yet again babe 😘#oh and matt probably cums all over Frank's jeans and he makes him clean it up

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nutmeggery · 2 months

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making it my mission to make sure the wider fandom sphere knows that not only is there a live action omegaverse show out right now (Pit Babe) but that the very first omegaverse anime is also coming out soon

#look how far gay smut fanfiction has come #and it's all because of supernatural #i can't believe this #pit babe #tadaima okaeri

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chenouttachen · 2 months

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may i finally present to you all, the 'how the hell jeff managed to graduate university' fic, in all her 33k glory! enjoy!

#pit babe the series #alanjeff #alan x jeff #jeffalan #jeff x alan #pit babe #this fic took me so long #but also no time at all considering my one fic every four years routine #it was nearly done at 27k a couple of days ago #and then i decided to add an additional smut scene #and i wrote nearly 6k of smut today #so enjoy that #it's also very sweet and explores jeff's relationships with the rest of xhunter #also charlie is a great brother and i loved writing them #please give it a read!#mine

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eddies-house · 9 months

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modern!eddie would LOVE nicki minaj, argue with the wall

#BABE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #I HAVE RUN THROUGH THIS SONG AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF TIMES #SAY THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF ME SAY IT #i just know he'd perfect all of the lyrics to some of her songs #and one day he picks you up #and blasts some nicki and just raps every word perfectly #and super dramatically #once the song ends hes like screaming in triumph #cause hes been practicing for days #and he's like #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut

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kaiscumsock · 1 year

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evan peters in his slam duck shirt got me feeling things

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mentallyillbutokay · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝘼 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𓆩♡𓆪

[𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

A/N: I wanted to write something based off of this lesson, because I think it's cute that Levi is so inexperienced♡ He's so insecure about himself, he deserves somebody who will pamper him and tell him that he's doing so well♡

[𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜?? 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙙𝙧𝙮-𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙), 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 & 𝙈𝘾 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨]

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Sitting on the edge of your bed, you bunch your duvet up in your hands, holding the cool material to your face.

You had been thinking a lot, and how you were completely inexperienced in the field of romance. Although you had had your fair share of crushes on the celebrities you saw on television, it didn't account for anything. You were completely and utterly hopeless.

But there was a somebody who you'd like to kiss, but you were sure he wasn't interested, taking into consideration how much time Levi spent holed up in his bedroom, watching endless romance animes where the male mc falls in love with the love interest. You couldn't deny that you was invested each time you passed his room and caught a glimpse of the new episode Levi had binged, but sometimes you overstayed your welcome and you quickly realised that he wasn't watching an anime...it was a drawn out hentai.

Your cheeks flushed, yet you always found yourself in the same position. The feelings you began to muster up, made your harmless thoughts wild with anticipation. It was often that you awoke from a deep slumber, sweating as you thought back to the vivid dream you had been ripped from; Levi's slender hands on your waist, his chapped lips on yours, your hands moving through his hair as you rocked against his thigh...at least, that was part of a collection that you believed to be more tame.

Multiple times, you had thought about simply asking Levi to kiss you, but that was far too forward for a virgin like yourself.

𓆩♡𓆪

Deciding to push everything to the back of your thoughts, you shake your head impatiently and reach for your satchel to retrieve homework RAD had unfortunately given you earlier.

However, it was then that you remembered how Levi had borrowed your pencil case since it was the latest Ruri-Chan model that you had gotten shipped to the Devildom. You weren't much of a fan, but the design was rather cute.

Sighing in annoyance, you drag yourself from your chair and pull open your bedroom door. The nightdress Asmo gifted you clung to your figure, as uncomfortable as it was, and you attempted to straighten it out, before moving down towards Levi's solitary room.

Raising your arm to knock against his door, you're surprised that his door is slightly ajar. You yawn, tired already, but either way you nudge your toe against the heavy door, watching as it opens easily. Surely Levi couldn't be up to anything with his door open, so you let myself inside.

Then you shriek. Before you, Levi is hunched over his desk, his hand is difficult to see but he's busy....too busy to hear the creak of the door as it hesitantly opens. Your shriek caught his attention and he shoves his cock down his trousers, his face sweating and hair dishevelled.

"M-M-MC!!" He stammered, avoiding eye contact as he wiped his hands down on his trousers. "Y-You must think I-I-I'm a yucky otaku, a d-disgusting pervert!" You slowly shake your head, moving towards him.

"I-I shouldn't have walked in on you like that, I apologise." You respond, and Levi's mouth calls open, shocked at how you don't have him already strung to the ceiling yet. "I came to ask for my pencil case back, but..." your words fizzle out as you walk closer to him, and Levi's eyes dart nervously about, not quite sure where to look, and dear Diavolo how he was still alive when he had been caught red-handed by the human exchange student.

"W-Wha..." Levi cannot form any coherent words, and can only stare as you place your hands upon his shoulders, making his blood pressure rise significantly.

Straddling his high, you lower yourself down, watching as Levi's face reddened in shock. His hands were as far away from you as he could move them, as though he was holding the wrong end of the magnet.

"W-W-What are you d-doing, MC??" His voice was shaking, his breathing becoming increasingly heavier. Reaching for his arms, you slowly place his slender hands upon your waist, as you lean forwards.

"Please Levi, may I kiss you?" Desperation drawled from your mouth, and you found yourself moving against his thigh. Instantaneously, Levi lowers his gaze to where your body made contact with his leg. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as you move your hips again, this time drawing a quiet moan from your parted lips.

It appeared that Levi couldn't form a response, unlikely even a sentence, but he ruggedly nodded. Placing your hands against his chest to steady yourself, your eyes flutter shut as his lips press against yours.

It's a little awkward at first. Neither of you knew where to go from that position, so you pull away, suddenly just as nervous as Levi was.

"...Sorry. I-I'm still not used to k-kissing. I bet I'm not very good, huh..." He finally speaks, averting his eyes.

"H-Hold on, let me try something different." You respond, shifting your weight between his legs. Levi breathes quickly, eyes widening as you move myself closer, feeling...

"M-MC!" He moans suddenly, thrusting his hips up against your clothed heat. You let out a whimper, and then neither of you move. Beneath you, you can feel every throbbing movement as yoy stay seated upon Levi's lap.

Hesitantly, you drag yourself over his growing bulge. Levi moans again, and you take the opportunity to kiss him, his mouth hot against yours. As you increase the pace at which you move your body against his clothed dick, kissing becomes easier. His tongue was a weird sensation to have in your mouth, but to an extent...it was pleasant.

Levi desperately holds you closer, almost rutting against you feverishly. Your fingers are moving uncontrollably down his body, from his slender shoulders to his firm chest, and down towards where his belt lay unbuckled and his zipper unzipped.

"M-MC...please..." His voice is breathy, desperation dripping from every word.

"...please what? W-what do you need?" Stuttering, Levi jerks his hips and slowly lowers his head to rest upon your shoulder, mumbling a string of curses under his breath.

The thought of Levi's cock nestling inside your gummy walls, milking him of all his stamina, and watching his thick cum leak out from between your legs was becoming inevitable, and you steady your breathing before slipping your hand beneath the third-born's trousers.

He groans as your hand cups his bulge, letting out a heavy moan as your cold fingers pull down his limited edition Ruri-chan boxers. His pubes are untamed, sporting a vivid purple shade that's similar to his hair colour. Feverishly, he begins rutting against you as you wrap your hand around his girthy length, stroking him slowly.

"...F-Faster, p-please..." He whimpers, as your lips reconnect with his, tongue sliding back into his mouth. You comply with his request, clenching your own legs together to relieve a little pain from neglecting your pleasure.

"W-Would you like to fuck me, L-Levi?" You ask quietly, watching as his cock twitches hesitantly underneath your gentle grasp.

He doesn't respond, but his eyes are hungry and drool spills from the corner of his mouth. Without a second thought, he hastily remove your panties, and you lower yourself over his strained dick. Impatiently, Levi grabs your waist and slams you completely down, your clitoris rubbing pleasantly against his deep purple pubes.

"aghh..mphh..." You moan, stilling to adjust to his sheer size.

"A-Are you alright, M-MC?" Leviathan quickly questions, his cock throbbing persistently between your tight walls.

Nodding, he hunches over your smaller frame, thrusting wildly against you. His fingers are gripping you hard, sure to leave behind many bruises to tend to tomorrow, his cracked lips sucking at your neck.

Moaning, you sink into his embrace, letting the demon fuck you on his cock. A needy pressure began to build up inside of your abdomen, your toes cramping from the position you were stuck in, while Levi roughly slammed into you, dragging a loud moan from your dry throat.

"O-Oh...ah! Mphhh! M-MC, I-I'm goin' to...to c-cum...oh!" Levi moaned breathily, feeling his balls tighten, but trying to hold off his orgasm.

'Levi, kiss m-me, please!" You sob, and he's on you in a second, locking his lips with yours as his thrusts become harsher.

Suddenly, the pressure in your lower stomach snaps and you cum around his girthy length, heat pooling between your thighs as your juices leak out.

"C-CUMMING MC...A-AHH MPHHH!" Levi yells, slamming his cock into your hole and squirting ropes of cum deep inside of your womb, shuddering as he empties his balls into you. Engrossed in the mass pleasure, his teeth clamp down onto your bottom lip, drawing blood that drips down your chin.

Catching his breath, Levi groans as you accidentally move against his sensitive raw tip which was softening inside you. Peppering kisses to his sweaty face, you smile adoringly, and Levi blushes heavily. Feeling rather full from the gallons of cum that the third eldest brother had ruthlessly spilled into your womb, you cup his cheeks, softly placing a small kiss to his parted lips.

"What would you say to a round 2?"

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{Wake Up Call}

(A/N In my defence, look at him your honour👀plus I’m horny ok there is no law against that, right…right?! I don’t know what this is, my apologies but enjoy😉see I can write short and to the point lol)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(One line summary)

Adrian loves it when you stay over for the night, especially when he can wake you up in his own special way…

(Words)

1,183

(Warnings)

18+ ONLY, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sleepy morning sex, established relationship, consent is a given they love each other, adrian chase is a babe, female pronouns used

18+ ONLY

Adrian loved waking up beside you whenever you stayed round his place, seeing you curled up beside him your back arched against his chest there was no better place to be.

Especially when your ass was curved against his groin which meant he woke up aroused, hell he did that most mornings regardless but it was a lot more fun if you were here too.

Adrian feels his hard cock bounce against the crease of your behind which instinctively makes his hips jerk against you whilst a quiet moan falls from his lips.

Snaking an arm around your middle he places his right hand flat against your stomach, nuzzling his face into your warm neck which causes you to sigh in your sleep, as a smile spreads across his face.

Lazily spreading soft kisses down your neck Adrian pulls you closer towards him, sighing from the friction your underwear is giving his cock which was happily nestled between your ass cheeks.

Sliding his right hand lower Adrian skates his fingertips over your cotton underwear, following the curve of your pussy until he feels damp fabric which makes his cock throb incessantly.

Tracing two fingers slowly down your folds Adrian has to stop himself from groaning into your neck, as he continues to tease you at a leisurely pace.

Feeling you arch your back against his chest Adrian’s fingers increase in speed, then when he hears you moan softly his breath hitches as he rubs himself against the curve of your ass.

Hearing you gasp nearly ends him as he roughly moves your underwear to one side, sliding a finger into your soaked pussy as his lips send kisses down your bare shoulder.

Slowly waking up from a good dream, your eyes widen as you feel your boyfriend’s body pressed right you against you, his fingers doing something filthy which makes you gasp in delight.

“Morning sexy.” Adrian whispers in your ear which makes you sigh back happily.

“Mmm, what a wake up call.” You groan back wiggling your ass against Adrian’s hard cock which makes you bite your bottom lip.

Turning to face Adrian he grins down smugly at you as he glides another finger deep inside you, which makes you lean forward to kiss him hard your head falling back as he increases the speed.

“How’s that?” Adrian asks with that sexy grin still plastered across his face as he relentlessly drives two fingers inside you.

“Too good, I’m gonna-“

You cry out as Adrian removes his fingers from your pussy sinking his fingers into his mouth as he sucks them clean, groaning as he tastes how sweet you are he needed to eat you out.

Moving from beside you Adrian sits up on his knees than crawls over you until he is sitting in between your legs, hands clasping your hips hard as he pulls you closer to him.

“Need you to taste you again.” Adrian sighs grabbing at your underwear he roughly pulls them down as you lift up your hips and moments later he throws them behind his head.

Placing an arm across your stomach and another on one of your thighs Adrian opens his mouth wide and devours you, his tongue spreading your folds as he sinks it flat licking upwards to taste your juices on his tongue.

Instantly your hands grab at Adrian’s hair as he continues to fuck you with your tongue, causing you to groan deeply now fully wide awake feeling the first eruptions of pleasure starting low in your stomach.

Adrian moves his mouth to gently suck on your clit which causes you to arch your back up from the mattress but he pushes you down again trying to keep you still as you wriggle against him.

“You taste so fucking good!” Adrian cries lifting his head up to see your blissed out face that scrunches up when he uses two fingers to coax an orgasm from you.

“Harder!” You cry out as Adrian replaces his mouth on your clit sucking softly barely adding much pressure, which causes you to buck into his face.

“Cum for me, that’s a good girl.” Adrian moans into your pussy as he watches you come undone, green eyes pinning you to the bed as he felt your pussy muscles clench against his fingers.

“Fuck!” You sigh closing your eyes a sexy smile on your face, Adrian sure knew how to be a good alarm clock.

Adrian watches you in awe then drops his head to lick a strip over your pussy lips which causes your thighs to press together trying to push his face away from your overstimulated clit.

“Too much!” You tell Adrian who pulls a pouty face but seconds later he sits up then lays back down next to you in bed.

You turn and notice Adrian’s hard cock, following your gaze he smirks then pulls you on top of him as his grin transforms into a soft smile.

“Hi.” He smiles up at you as you glance down noticing not for the first time how beautiful your boyfriend was.

“Hi.” You grin back shyly then sigh when you feel Adrian rub the tip of his cock against your clit, then moving you closer he fills you up which makes you cry out.

“You feel so good, taking me so fucking well.” Adrian groans as he starts to rock slowly up into you as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“I’m all yours.” You tell Adrian as he drops a kiss to the side of your lips then embraces you fully whilst he rocks a gently rhythm that has a teasing heat spreading up from your lower back.

Sleepy morning sex was your absolute favourite, Adrian knew this so he abstains from the need to thrust into you harder wanting you to cum on his cock, so he behaves and continues to glide slowly into your welcoming pussy.

You fitted so well around him that Adrian just knew you were made for each other, for this simple purpose to bring you pleasure and of course love.

Hearing your breathing quicken at the same time that your pussy throbs around his cock, Adrian cannot help but snap his hips into you faster hearing a low moan fall from your gorgeous lips.

“I’m close-“

You cry out as your orgasm sends you free falling causing you to shudder and sigh into Adrian’s open mouth as he thrusts once more and then joins you over the edge, whining as he sees you watching his face contort.

“That is my favourite thing-“

“I know, t-that’s why I did it I love you so much.” Adrian tells you breathlessly but it’s chased with a cute smile that makes you blush.

“I love you to.” You tell him sitting up to kiss him as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer towards his chest where you bury your head.

What a way to start the day…

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