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Into the Woods
summary: in nature & deepthroating || you just can't resist aemond after he's been riding
pairing: aemond x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, public kind of (they’re in the middle of the woods and no one shows up but it’s still public ig???), dirty talk, deepthroating, gagging on a cock, oral sex (m receiving), cum, swallowing cum, brief spitting, crying but it’s good, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), aemond treating vhagar like an oversized housecat, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 1.9k
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“And one more step, sweetling,” Aemond says from behind you, his hands firmly on your waist as he helps you climb down from Vhagar’s enormous saddle. Finally, both of your feet touch the earth once more; you can’t help but let out a relieved sigh, no matter how many times you ride Vhagar with your husband, you’re always thankful to make it to the ground in one piece. “There we are,” he says with a smile, spinning you around and sweetly pressing his lips against yours, “Perfect, as always.”
Even after so many years together, you still blush at his compliments. “You were right about going riding today,” you admit with a small sigh, thinking back to him finally convincing you to accompany him earlier that morning, “It was absolutely breathtaking as usual.”
Aemond merely smiles and leans in to kiss your forehead, lilac eye soft as it meets yours, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, my love.”
Finally, he turns to Vhagar with a bright smile, the only time he ever smiled fully, with his teeth. “Se ao gōntan rōvēgrie tubī tolī, ñuha gevie riña,” he said brightly, stroking his hands along her rough scales as if he were petting an enormous cat, “Kirimvose, Vhagar.” He whispers, downright reverently, and rests his forehead against her for a moment, as if he were trying to communicate telepathically with the giant beast. (“And you did great today too, my beautiful girl.”) (“Thank you, Vhagar.”)
And for all you know, maybe they are, for it‘s at that moment that Vhagar grumbles contentedly, the pattern of it familiar to you now. She swings her massive head around to sniff Aemond, huffing in a way that sounds pleased, even to you, like she’s just as happy being with him as he is with her.
Finally, her huge, breathtaking orange eyes fix themselves on you. Your heart leaps in your chest, it always does, and you can’t imagine there will come a day when it doesn’t. Steadying your breath, you lift your arm in the smooth, calm way Aemond showed you many years ago, and extend your hand out. Your breath catches as she leans in and you glance at Aemond, who is still rubbing away at her side and murmuring Valyrian praises, a soft smile on his face. Vhagar huffs as she sniffs your hand, her warm breath fanning over your arm, before another loud purr rumbles through her, evidently pleased with you in some way you’ll never understand, before turning her head back around and resting it against the forest floor, an indication that she’s done for the day.
Aemond pulls away from her with a sigh, patting her once more before taking your arm and leading you from the massive forest clearing in which the dragon resides. “It’s a pity she’s too large for the Dragonpit,” you say sadly as you and your husband walk hand-in-hand down the narrow, winding path that leads back to the Red Keep, “I hope she doesn’t get lonely out here.”
Aemond huffs out a small laugh, smiling as he turns his gaze toward you for a second. “Truthfully, I think she likes it out here,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “She needs some solitude, I believe.”
“She’s very much like her rider in that way,” you smile, bumping your shoulder against his, “Always needing alone time.”
Aemond is quiet for a second, sinking into that contemplative silence he so often went to after a long day. Just when you’re ready to accept that the rest of the walk back would be done in silence, he speaks again. “Never from you, though, my love.” He says lowly, squeezing your arm a bit tighter as he does.
You look over at him with a soft smile, the evening sun shining through the canopy of leaves overhead lights his pale hair in a golden halo, making him look every bit as ethereal as the Targaryen’s are rumored to be.
The light in his hair makes you think back to earlier that day, makes you think of every time you’ve ridden Vhagar with him. You think of how commanding he is on the saddle, how regal and elegant he looks with the breeze blowing through his long hair. How free he looks, how happy. On dragonback is truly where your beautiful husband shines, where he’s most himself.
It makes a familiar heat burst to life within you.
Suddenly, you feel nearly dizzy with how badly you need him. How badly you need to please him, to worship him like he’s one of the Gods.
Unable to contain yourself further, you come to a quick stop before pressing him back against the thick trunk of a tree, catching him so off guard that he has no time to react and lands with a soft thud against the bark.
“What — ?” He hardly has time to voice the question before you’re pressing your lips against his desperately, letting out a shuddering, high-pitched moan as you press yourself against him. The kiss is more teeth and tongues than anything else, Aemond determined to keep pace with you as he pulls you ever tighter against him, his length already hardening in his leather riding trousers at your eagerness.
Finally, you pull away from him with a soft, shy smile, teeth biting into your lower lip. “Where in the Seven is this coming from?” Aemond asks, peering at you with amusement.
“I need you,” you nearly whimper, grabbing at his leather tunic, “Now.”
His eye widens, glancing around the forest before flicking back to you, “What, here?” You merely nod, and he huffs out a small laugh, “Sweetling, why not wait until we’re back in our —.”
“I can’t,” you sigh, cutting him off yet again as you trail kisses down his jaw and neck, “Need you now.” You murmur before sinking to your knees, though you don’t miss the way his eye darkens as your knees plant themselves against the earth.
“Fuck,” he mutters, fingers immediately running through your hair, smoothing it out in the way he always does, “My love —.” He starts again, and you can sense the refute coming.
“Aemond, if I don’t, I fear I’ll die.”
“You’ll die?” He laughs, blushing despite himself, as he cups your cheek gently in one hand, sighing as you lean in and press warm kisses against the outline of his hard cock through his pants, “We definitely don’t want that… get on with it.” He pants, lightly tapping your cheek in a way that makes your eyes flutter, the casual dominance of it sending you into a tailspin.
Your hands shake with need as you quickly unlace his breeches, your groan almost as loud as his when his hard length springs out, his cock already throbbing and dripping before you even wrap your hand around him.
You peer up at him through your lashes as you finally grasp his length, whimpering at the way it twitches against your palm.
Just as you’re about to lean in and lick the tip, he stops you with another gentle tap against your cheek, “Open.” He commands simply, and you blush deeply as you comply, opening your mouth in a perfect O shape as you look up at him. You watch as he gathers spit in his mouth before he leans forward and nearly connects your lips before spitting harshly into your mouth, chuckling at the breathy moan you let out as it settles against your tongue, “Good girl, sweetling.”
His simple praise is enough to have your center aching and you continue with more determination as you wrap your lips around the head and suck gently, using your hand to stroke his length as you do.
The effect is instantaneous, a proud heat stirring in your belly as Aemond’s head falls back against the tree, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he lets out a gruff moan. His fingers twine through your hair as you begin bobbing your head over his length, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, savoring the heavy feeling of him resting against your tongue.
You focus on breathing through your nose as you take as much of him into your mouth as you can, until your nose rests firmly against the warm skin at the base of his cock. His length swells into your throat, making your eyes water as you look up at him, watching the way his chest heaves as you try not to gag.
Finally, he looks back down at you and growls low in his chest, resting a hand on the back of your head as you work your mouth over his cock, not enough to push your head down but enough to remind you he’s there.
You moan around him, one hand braced against one of his thighs while the other comes up to cup his stones, gently kneading them in time with your gags around his length, a few tears streaming down your cheeks as you let him prod at the back of your throat.
“Gods,” he rasps, sucking in air through his teeth, “You want me to breed that sweet little throat, my love?” He asks, his voice low, nearly menacing, as he gazes down at you, lilac eye almost black enough to match the patch that covers the other one.
You nod around him as best you can, determined to keep him in the back of your throat until he meets his end and, lucky for you, that doesn’t seem too far off.
“Sweetling,” he rasps, fingers tightening in the hair at the back of your head as he ruts his hips against you, spearing your mouth somehow further down on his cock, a handful of times before he groans loudly, eye rolling back in his head as his length pulses in the back of your throat, his spend pouring into you.
Your eyes water as you take all he has to give, fingernails digging into the leather covering his thighs as you swallow around him. Finally, he relaxes and you pull off of him and suck in deep lungfuls of air, coughing a little as you wipe a hand over your mouth.
Aemond pulls you up to him, cupping your cheeks gently as his thumbs wipe away your tears. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispers reverently, eye sweeping over your face as he takes in your flushed cheeks and rosy lips, “You did so well for me.”
“I always hope to please you, husband,” you say with a soft smile, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before sighing as he trails kisses down your jaw and throat.
Before you know what’s happening, he whirls you around, pressing your back against the thick tree where he once was. You open your lips to ask what he’s doing but he silences you with another kiss.
You gasp as he sinks to his knees in front of you, a mischievous smirk on his face as he pulls up the skirts of your gown. “So well, in fact,” he starts, pressing kisses up the inside of your thigh, “That I think my good girl needs a reward.”
Any reply you had waiting dies on your lips as a moan escapes you at the first swipe of his deft tongue against your soaked core, your hands tangling in his hair in the same way his had in yours. Yes, you thought as you tilted your head back against the tree, The Targaryen’s are absolutely sent from the heavens.
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Take a Seat
Summary: You tell Aemond you can´t stand him. He invites you to take a seat.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Aemond is a tease. Aemond's nose is amazing. Masturbation. Aemond’s POV.
Word count: 1.3k
“Aemond!”
Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedchambers.
The young prince reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.
“Aemond!”
There it was.
A wave of satisfaction rippled along his entire body as anticipation gradually built up.
“Where are my clothes?” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathing room. “Your sister awaits me! I will be late.”
Truth be told, Aemond dreaded having to part ways with you this early in the morning. Selfishness might be an overstatement.
He preferred to see it as a need.
The need to have you around and all to himself.
To consume all of you.
So, he decided to hide your clothes and bath towel while you were readying yourself for another day at court.
Quite a dull a fair, in his opinion.
He could deliver so much more to you than a day of walking around behind his sister and tending to her needs.
What about his needs?
And yours?
His antics proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favour in the end.
The dragon always comes out victorious.
As soon as your burst into the room, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Aemond felt a rush of blood flooding downwards in a subtle tingling sensation.
“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I will be late!”
Aemond merely shrugged, grateful that his ever growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.
He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one hand, his reflexes sharp as ever.
“You are so… infuriating!” you sighed in exasperation.
A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin had become one of his favourite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.
But then something else crossed his mind.
Oh… you were probably going to flip at this.
But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.
“I’m feeling feverish,” he started. “There’s this pain….”
And just as he had predicted, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.
You sat naked on the edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand to his forehead.
“Where does it hurt?”
Aemond lifted the bedsheets, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”
You immediately scowled at how shameless he was.
“I was seriously worried!”
And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had your leg swing over his body with such refined skill you were left sitting on his bare torso at lightning speed.
You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Aemond! I’m going to be late!”
He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only served to further ignite his desire for you.
“Your sister awaits me near the gates of King’s Landing,” you huffed in annoyance. “We are going for a walk today.”
“I’ll fly you there on Vhagar if I have to,” he said casually, rubbing both thumbs along your pulse points. “I am sure my sister can do without you for a while, my lady.”
Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he wasn’t willing to let go of you just yet.
“I cannot stand you!” you growled menacingly.
What a blatant lie.
All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to have him crawl for you.
You were aware of your hold on him. If you really wanted to, you’d be able to bend him to your will.
He’d do everything and anything for you.
“Say that again.”
Your eyes narrowed with renowned defiance. “I cannot stand you.”
“Then sit on my face.”
Your eyes then widened in surprise. “What?”
Aemond wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he decided against it. He wanted to make sure you were fully committed to him.
“Let me taste you,” he insisted, his cock throbbing lightly.
You faltered briefly as you clenched your thighs around him. “You’re so…”
“So what, my lady?”
Aemond then let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.
“Infuriating.”
“I’ll take that as compliment,” he said and with one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.
“I… I am going to be late…”
Aemond was a patient man, but his patience was wearing thin. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”
You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid his pillow to the side so that he could be the perfect seat for you. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.
Aemond wouldn’t mind parting ways with life with the sight of your inviting pussy as his last memory.
What a glorious way to go.
He nearly letting out a groan and a sigh of relief rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him.
Instinctively, he brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside you.
Delicious.
“Oh…”
You were so fucking endearing. The fact that you were still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few strokes of his skillful tongue did wonders to his ego.
Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.
And he had no intention of doing so.
Aemond was well aware of how to increase the pleasure he delivered to you.
He knew you would quiver from feeling his nose pressing into your swollen clit.
The moment he did so, his hands had to grip your thighs harder to keep you in place from all the shuddering.
An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to feel the pulse from your throbbing clit on his nose.
Truthfully, he simply could never get tired of how your body responded to him so eagerly.
His hips to shot up reflexively as his cock twitched from the need to be buried inside you.
“Aemond… not … not the—”
Your words faded and turned into a pleasurable moan as soon as his tongue went deeper, forcing his nose to press into you harder than before.
Aemond was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart and the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.
He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your whimpers. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the sheet on top, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever growing.
But he had would have you reach your peak on his face rather than his around his cock.
The way his nose rubbed your clit caused your hips to buck and jerk from the stimulation, forcing his other hand to increase his grip even more on you to keep you in place as you were riding his face.
“Oh… oh… Aemond…”
You were done for.
And so was he.
He wrapped his fingers around his leaking and needy cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.
A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Aemond… my prince… please…”
Aemond had no need of your words of approval or praise or bliss. He could feel your pleasure and that was all he needed.
Showing was far more saturated than telling.
The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.
He was too close.
Almost embarrassingly so.
He was aware that pumping his own cock drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand.
Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver erratically as he ran his tongue along the sensitive clit.
With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, shaking violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.
“Good… so good…” you cried out too lost in your own pleasure as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.
Not long after, he felt your legs begin spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch as he brought his nose to tease your swollen bud, tongue still lodged between your soaked folds.
And that was precisely what pushed him over the edge.
The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely and Aemond reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls.
No words in High Valyrian or any other tongue could do justice to the intense pleasure that took over him.
A few strands of hot liquid ran down his fingers, but he paid no mind to the mess. His own heart pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a guttural growl ripped through his throat through gritted teeth.
You slid off to the side, allowing his deep groans to echo around the bedchamber.
Aemond’d endurance was something he took pride in, but a powerful release was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw and nose with a few drops running down his face.
“I still cannot stand you…” you struggled to say in between pants.
He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking his eye with your hazy ones. “Are you challenging me to bring you to your peak once more?”
“I am already late,” you protested, struggling to slide out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your strained leg muscles.
Aemond couldn’t help but to chuckle as you tried your best to keep your balance.
“I will carry you to Vhagar and fly you there,” he offered. “I doubt you’ll be able to walk regardless.”
It was in moments like these that Aemond was thankful to his fast reflexes as his hand prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.
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Chocolate Boss: part one // Willy Wonka
If I end up going to hell, it’ll be for this.
I blame @gatoenlaciudad
Warnings: smut, licking chocolate off reader’s body, nipple play, slight boss/employee power dynamic
Y/n was the chocolate factory’s most dedicated employee. She worked hard, stayed after hours, and really strived to make the business the best it could be. She was also a wizard in the kitchen, much like Mr. Wonka.
Willy admired his diligent employee, in fact, he had a bit of a crush on her. He’d seen her work with the candies, cakes, and pastries. He noticed that she had a real passion for it.
It was way passed closing, and Willy was heading out of the factory after a long day. He noticed that the kitchen light was still on, however. The aroma of fresh, warm chocolate filled his nose. It was divine. He knew exactly who was still in there.
He walked through the swinging doors of the factory kitchen. Y/n had a large pot of chocolate on the stove. She was stirring it, obviously stuck in her own head, thinking of whatever recipe or concoction she wanted to bring to fruition.
“Miss y/l/n, I don’t want you working yourself too hard. We should both really get out of here for the night.” Willy said politely, approaching her side.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wonka. It’s just that this idea has been in my head all day. It’s like a chocolate bar with strawberries and cream and ugh, it sounds so delectable.”
Willy raised his brow, “I love it. We will work on your idea tomorrow, just you and I. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”
“Oh really?! Thank you, Mr. Wonka!” she exclaimed, hugging him.
He smiled with glee as he hugged her back.
“It’s a pity that this batch of chocolate will go to waste if I go home now though.” she said.
“That’s alright.” Willy replied with a wave of his hand. “We can start over in the morning.”
“Or…” she began stepping over to the counter across from the stove and picked up a fresh strawberry by its short stem. “Maybe we could try some?” She bit her lip suggestively.
Willy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he swallowed hard. “Oh, yes, we certainly could.”
Y/n smiled in victory, “Here, Mr. Wonka.” She dipped the small fruit into the liquid chocolate, coating it up to the tiny bit of green at the top of it. Letting the excess chocolate drip off, she held it up to Willy’s mouth.
Carefully, he opened his mouth. He felt the warm chocolate on his top lip, then there was the bright pop of the fruitiness of the strawberry when he bit into it. The chocolate coating was an excellent contrast, like a creamy, decadent blanket surrounding the fruity taste.
“It’s perfect.” he declared dreamily.
“May I, sir?” she asked.
Willy cocked his head to the side, not really understanding what she was meaning. Next thing he knew, y/n was leaning in and her lips met his. He was surprised but definitely not disappointed. He indulged in her, opening his mouth up for her to explore with her tongue.
Now he knew what she was doing. She was tasting her creation in his mouth.
“Mm,” she moaned softly when she parted from his lips. “It is pretty good. Forgive me, Mr. Wonka, I had to taste it. I-I wanted to… taste you too. I hope this doesn’t mean I’m fired.”
“Far from it, my dear.” he said, assuring her.
“Oh, good.” she grinned. "May I kiss you again, Mr. Wonka?"
"Yes, please. And as I've told you before, you can call me 'Willy.'"
Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, "Willy." she giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly, running her hands down his arms sensually.
He in turn, put his arms around her as well, and their bodies became flush with one another.
She parted from his lips but remained still just an inch from them when she said, "I've got an idea." She then stepped back and started to remove her clothing.
"Wait-what.." Willy stammered.
"Shh," she put her finger on his lips, silencing him for a moment, "let me try something."
Willy could barely breathe as he watched her get completely naked before him. He watched her painstakingly. She then dipped her hand into the pot of liquid chocolate. It dripped down her hand and she gave him a cheeky grin before smearing the chocolate onto her breasts, covering her nipples.
"Oh, Willy, can you clean this up for me?" she asked, acting innocently as she brought her chocolate covered fingers to her mouth and started to lick the sweetness off of them.
Willy cleared his throat. His cock was already hard, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. "Fuck." was his only verbal response at this point, but he was able to answer her with a head nod.
He sunk down a little bit to be eye level with her breasts. He licked his lips and put his mouth around her right nipple. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it as it puckered in his mouth, making sure to get every last bit of the sugary goodness off her tit. He couldn't help but moan at how delicious it was. Oh, how it turned him on. His two favorite things: Y/n and chocolate.
"Mmm, don't forget the other one, my sweet." cooed y/n, cupping his face as he suckled her.
He obliged and switched to her left breast, clearing up the rich coating with his tongue and lips. He looked up at her as he was latched onto her nipple, sucking softly on the tender bud.
"Willy, feels so good. You're getting me so clean." she praised him, giggling and running her fingers gently through his curly hair.
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Oh my goodness I was reading your Konig kink list and it makes me think of sunny Konig... Is so excited for his girl and will do anything she asks. Wants her to hit him and use him like a big dildo and he just thanks her??? Wild. Absolutely wild. That kink list is so accurate fr. Anyways- enjoy some water and some good food. :D
Thank you!! 🥰
Sunny!König x Dom!Reader (fem)
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>cw: fem/afab, consensual hitting (fem hitting masc), dirty talk, p in v, oral, shaming, sub/dom
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You walk into the bedroom wearing nothing but red lipstick. Your eyes landing on König as he sits on the bed reading a book. His pale eyes meeting yours over the edge of his book, his eyes slowly dropping as he lets the book fall from his palm. His jaw drops seeing your perfect body on full display for him to see.
“Mein Gott…” He slowly gets off the bed and begins to walk to you, the erection in his pants growing by the second. He holds his hands out to grab you when you hit his hands away.
“On your knees, now.” You demand of him.
Without hesitation König drops to his knees. He looks up at you with lovey eyes as you look down at him with a firm gaze. His eyes travel down to your breast that tease him being to close to his face, he can smell your sweet natural musk and he just wants to sink his face into them.
You grab his chin harshly to make him look into your eyes, “Look into my eyes, not at my breast.”
“I’m sorry Liebling-” König is cut off with a hard slap across his face. A stinging sensation turning into a heat as he can feel that you left a mark. He looked back to your eyes with the sweetest smile on his face. His eyes looking back and forth between yours.
“I had a stressful day today, König.” You caress his face and run your fingers along his stubbly jawline.
“How can I make your day better Schatz?” He leans into your hand on his face.
“I need…relief.” Your fingers glide to under his chin and hold his face again.
“Please, let me give that to you.” He looks at you with the sweetest puppy eyes. “Use me, please.”
“Do you love me?”
“I love you so much,” he says with pure honest love and devotion in his eyes.
“I love you too,” your hand runs over the red mark on his check before raising your hand and slapping him again. König lets out a soft moan.
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” you say walking past him to the bed. You sit on the edge with one leg crossed over the other as you watch König undress. You watch the way he moves eagerly, grasping at the hem of his shirt and flinging it off. The way his muscles flex with every movement. He’s beautiful and he’s yours.
Dropping his boxers to his ankles, he steps out of them and walks to you. His cock fully erect and slightly bouncing as he walked to you. His large hand comes down and gently grasp the base.
You stand from the bed and point down to it, “lay down.” You watch his large body move on to the bed and rest his head against the pillows and looked over at you. His eyes trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again.
You climb on to the bed and crawl to him, lifting one leg over his body to straddle him. His cock resting up towards his belly button, you reach down and stand it upright. König lays there and just watches as you slowly impale yourself on him, knowing not to touch you. His fingers grasp the bed sheets tightly as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock. Your tight pussy wrapping so nicely around his cock König can’t help but to let out tiny moans. His eyes glued to the way you your labia stretches and hugs him with every bounce.
“Whose fucking cock is this?” You ask in a demanding voice laced to pleasure.
“Yours,” König whimpers in response as you continue to bounce on his cock.
Your dominant hand comes swinging down to slap his face before gripping it harshly, “I said whose fucking cock is this?”
“It’s yours, Meisterin.” König corrects himself.
“Good boy,” you press your hand into his face and shove his head back into the pillows. Slowly you move your hand down his face and neck to his chest as you begin to drag your nails along his chest; you watch as red streaks appear on his pale skin. Your sopping wet cunt making a loud gushing sound the fills the room with the sound of your moans mixing with König’s.
Your bouncing turns into grinding as you lean in and begin to kiss down his body, leaving red lipstick marks behind with every kiss. You bite on his nipples causing König to whimper in pain. You continue to kiss all over, biting occasionally.
Suddenly you stop moving and stand, König’s glossy cock falling back on to his stomach as he looks up at you. You lower yourself on to his face and hoover just above him, “Stick your tongue out.” You grab a fistful of hair with one hand. He quickly follows your commands and sticks his fat tongue out for you. Lowering your hips, you begin to grind your pussy back and forth over his face. König in absolute bliss as he breaths in your arousal and finally gets to taste you. His hands shaking by his side wanting to hold you, feel your soft thighs, desperately.
“My pussy taste good to you baby?” You moan out as your grip on his hair tightens.
“Mmmhm.” König tries to answer you with his mouth full of your cunt.
“You’re such a good fucking boy,” you begin to grind harder, pushing your sensitive clit against his tongue over and over.
Königs cock leaks precum from the excitement of feeling used by you. It twitches begging for attention but he knows he isn’t allowed to touch himself. You don’t even think about his pleasure as you focus on making yourself cum.
“Finger me and eat it,” you move off of him and drop down on bed beside him. He gets up and move down on the bed to get between your legs.
König runs two fingers down your cunt to get his fingers wet before slipping two in. His begins to move his fingers in and out rapidly. His blue eyes looking up at you as you play with your nipples and close your eyes. He rests his head against your thigh, using it as a pillow, as he laps at your cunt. Your moans become louder as your body begins to quake. His excitement beginning to boil over as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers.
“Oh fuck, König, you’re- you’re doing so well.” You praise as you feel yourself begin to cum.
König watches as you get ready to orgasm. Your perfect body, your sweet smell, your taste, the way you praise him… he can’t stop it. König begins to whimper into your cunt as he feels a warm puddle form under his cock as he begins to cum on the bedsheets. You follow with your own orgasm as your wetness drips down his fingers.
You open your eyes hearing his sounds and look down at him with your eyebrows furrowed. König notices your gaze and he slowly stops licking your clit and looks up at you.
“Did you just cum before me?”
“Es tut mir Leid,” König whispers.
You pant looking down at him still, “Get on all fours.” You kick him back with one foot as he scrambles quickly to the floor.
Walking to the closest, you get out your paddle and turn back to him, you run the cold wood along his back. “You’re washing the sheets after this too.”
“Of course, Meisterin, thank you.” He says smirking, preparing for his punishment.
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BBY YES. I’m a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 🤤 I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING
In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.
I hope I did your ask justice!
Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.
Word Count: 4449
Steve’s eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild.
When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his “King Steve” status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasn’t the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either.
“Fuck off, Steve Harrington.”
“Hey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. You’re not a pig and you’re definitely not ugly.”
“Wow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.”
As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall.
“Would you wait a minute! I’m…I’m trying to tell you something here. I…I’m not like them. I want to get to know you better.”
Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with.
“Steven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and don’t stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.”
His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame.
“You want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.”
After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting.
At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. You’d do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath.
When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt.
“Oh my god, Steve. So—f-fuck—so deep.”
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, you’re so wet.” He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. “Look at how you just fucking coat my dick.” Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. “That’s right, honey. Fucking—mmm—fucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.”
Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling.
“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, Y/N.”
Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.”, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”
Steve wasn’t asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didn’t care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.
When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner.
That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town.
Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.
“Can I ask you something?”, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. “What triggered this? What made you say, ‘I’m going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a living’?”
Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face.
“Short answer…you.”
“And the long answer?”
“When you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely don’t want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.”
Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him.
“I always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.”, he chuckled.
You smiled as you blushed as his words. “What if I had been with someone!?”
“Pfft. Then I would fight him.” Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.
“Or what if I saw you and I was like ‘Ew. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!” His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours.
“Then I’d fight for you. You’re mine, pretty girl.” The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. “Can you say it for me, honey?”, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck.
“I belong to you.”, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Mmm…you belong to who, baby girl?”
“I belong to Daddy.”
Three years had passed since then and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue.
“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.”
“I’m good, Jimmy. How are you?”, you beam at his coach.
“Oh, never better, baby. Never better.” As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. “Do you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.”
You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. “God, no. He’d knock me out in a second.”
“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?”, Steve teases.
You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump you’ve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance.
Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm.
“That’s good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.” You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. “That’s my girl!”
You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him.
“Let’s hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?”, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. “Alright, I’m out of here. Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?”
“Thanks, Jim!”
“You are…disgustingly sweaty.”
Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves.
“Yet you’re still on top of me.”
“I’m doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.”, you whisper.
“Hey, it’s not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.” Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. “Did you have a good day today?”
“I did. My boss was only half an idiot today.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. “I can handle one stupid, ignorant man.”
“I know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesn’t say any bullshit in front of me.”
“Oh, big tough Daddy. I like it.”
Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. “You know you love when Daddy takes care of you.”
You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own.
“Do you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.”, he commands when you nod your head.
“I want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.”
His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room.
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The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you.
“Good luck, baby. You got this.”
He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world.
As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you.
“Hey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?”, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug.
“I’m…I’m good. What are you two doing here?”
“This is a big fight, right? I don’t know why my son didn’t invite us. ‘You can watch it on TV he says.’”, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.
As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldn’t go back to the locker room.
Please don’t let him notice them.
Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father.
When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began.
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Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette.
Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to.
More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasn’t enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise.
Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldn’t do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him.
Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair.
“Baby…”
“Go away, Y/N.”
You heavily exhale as you try again. “Sweetheart, you did really well. Don’t let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didn’t do a good job.” As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. “There will be other fights like this one.”
“Y/N, I’m only going to say it one more time. Get…away…from…me.”
“No.” His head leaned to the side at your answer. “Baby, everything’s going to be okay.”
Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall.
“You wanna play, baby girl. Let’s play. First off, fuck you. Don’t stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.”
Oh, that’s how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didn’t take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours.
“Secondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit you’re wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.”
“I see…so this is all my fault? I’m the one that wants expensive things apparently? I’m not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I don’t fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!”
He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him.
“You can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.”
“Take off your dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said…take off your dress. You don’t need these nice things anymore? That’s fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who won’t act like a fucking baby.”
There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you he’s in the right headspace. He may not look like he’s in control to any outsider looking in but you’ve been in love with his man for three years. You knew.
You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress.
“You want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!”, he screamed in your face. “You think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?” Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace.
“Little girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, you’re always still so fucking wet for me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. “There you go, baby. That’s the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?”
His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldn’t speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could.
Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high.
You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.
His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you weren’t exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didn’t even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.
The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish.
“Honey, you’re not heavy.”
“Uh oh, I think you’ve been hit one too many times. You’re going blind.”, you giggle.
Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. “Y/N, just because past relationships couldn’t handle a beautiful woman like you doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”
“I know. I just…no one’s ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.”
He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You have a real man now, baby. You and your curves don’t scare me.”
You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. “You don’t scare me either.”
His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock.
“Daddy!”
Steve’s arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips.
“You want to act like a fucking brat, I can…I can treat you like one.”, he grunted. “No more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! You—f-fuck—can just be Daddy’s toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy who’s not a fucking baby.”
His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you.
He noticed your lips moving but couldn’t hear what you were saying. Steve’s palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest.
“What’s the rule?”, he growled “If you’re talking I…I need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?” When you don’t answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. “Answer me, little girl.”
Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them.
“I love…you… Just want…you.”, you panted out as best you could.
Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again.
“Cum, baby. Cum for Daddy.” You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. “That’s my girl. Fuck… my beautiful girl.”
As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear.
“MY…Daddy. No one could…make me…feel this good. I’m…oh my god… so proud of you, baby. Please…cum, Daddy. I need…need it.”
His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you.
“I’m going to pull out now, ok?”, he whispered.
“Okay, Daddy.”
You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms.
Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair.
“I DO listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I don’t know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.”, you smile as you continued. “Your hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.”
His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. “I may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know you’re going to win because you are the most dedicated man I’ve ever met. You’re not going to stop until you get where you want to be.”
He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I don’t really feel that way. I was just upset.”
“I know, baby.”
After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh.
“I love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadn’t done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.”
“I’m so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar store…” Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. “I’m always going to be in your corner.”
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Luck Runs Out |Part 1|
Pairing: Mabel x Reader
Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.
Warnings: Drugs, Guns, Violence
Word Count: 2.4k
Note: This is what happens when hyperfixations converge
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“Cut the line!” You screamed over the raging storm and grinding machine.
“No!” Your captain yelled. “We can’t let the product go!”
“We have to!” you turned to face the captain.
“We have too much money riding on this drop.”
You watched as your fellow crewman continued to push the lever, trying to raise the net with product. You lifted thousands of pounds of fish almost daily so drugs shouldn’t be any different. It wasn’t usually different. The thing about machines though, no matter how many times you’ve used them, no matter how reliable they were in the past, they could still break.
The machine continued to groan, the wire grinding and struggling to raise the net. It was a bigger drop than usual, but it wasn’t anything you and the crew couldn’t handle. The thing that didn’t help though was that there was a major storm, the waves crashing around the boat, swaying it violently back and forth as your crew tried to raise the drugs. Most fishermen would have held out in leaving the dock when they heard the storm would be rolling in, just wait for it to pass and leave in the morning to get their catches. Your crew had a time limit though, you were told about the drop and drug dealers didn’t care about a ‘little storm’ in their words. Your job was just to get the drugs and bring them in.
“We have to cut the line!” You shouted, begging your captain to see reason.
“No!” He screamed back. “We get this line up or being out of a job will be the least of our worries.”
The grinding got louder, you looked to see the device to lift the net now smoking. Any other captain would have told them to cut the line, it would have sucked, but any other fishermen would have just taken the loss of the catch, the risk wasn’t worth it. You weren’t just any other fishermen though; you were the best. Your crew brought in some of the biggest catches, you were on one of the nicest fishing boats in the harbor, for fishermen the whole crew were well off not just the captain. You were also drug smugglers, you moved more drugs than fish, that’s where the real money came from.
“Screw it!” You said, watching as your crew mate struggled with the lever, losing his grip and as he slipped from a large wave that crashed onto the deck. The lever went down, the cord holding the product started to drop back into the ocean. Your crew mate quickly recovered and grabbed the lever, pushing it up as he caught the product, the cargo swinging from the sudden change.
You rushed forward, moving to push your crew mate out of the way when the cocking of a gun stopped you in your tracks. You heard it clearly, as if there weren’t crashing waves and thunder surrounding you.
“I said no,” your captain repeated.
You slowly turned to see your captain aiming a revolver at your head. You stared down the barrel of the gun, looking over it to see no hesitation in your captains’ eyes. You took a step away from the machine, refusing to back down from your captain's gaze. He was your captain, this was his ship, what he said was law, if he asked the men to throw you overboard, they would. A crew was supposed to be like family, fishing was dangerous, and the ocean was unforgiving, if you couldn’t rely on your crew, you might as well be dead. Everyone had a job and you needed to trust everyone would do their job, if you couldn’t trust them, then there was risk, everything could go wrong, and on the ocean, if something goes wrong it can not only cost you your life but your entire crews.
There was a groan then a loud snap, breaking the tense moment. Your eyes left the gun pointed at you and went to where the drugs were being lifted. One of the cables had snapped, the other was straining itself to hold the load. With the crew distracted you ran forwards, hitting the button to release the load. The net of drugs instantly dropped; the boat harshly swayed at the change in weight, sending you flying back into the side of the boat, nearly going over the edge.
You held onto the edge, trying to keep yourself upright. You turned around just as a shot rang out. An incredible force hit your shoulder, flipping you over the side of the boat. The cord that had broken free of the machine lifting the drugs entered the water, wrapping around your ankle as it trailed after the net it was connected to, the drugs you tried so hard to cut loose to save everyone was now dragging you to the bottom of the ocean. You weren’t a good person, you’d made a lot of bad choices in life, whatever the reason for those choices ultimately led you to where you were now. You always knew getting involved with this life was most likely a death sentence. Maybe the god of the sea would take mercy on you, maybe remake you into a shark or something cool. You weren’t that lucky though; the sea god was just as ruthless and merciless as the ocean he ruled. You were in his domain; you didn’t deserve his mercy.
You watched as the light from the boat slowly faded. You weren’t sure if they were leaving you, they probably were, or if you were too deep for light to reach, also probable, or made you were starting to blackout from whatever hit you, also highly likely. You deserved this, sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor, alone in the dark with nothing to do but rot. You deserved this.
Your eyes snapped open, the saltwater stinging them. You might have deserved to die like this but that didn’t mean you were going to make it easy. You were a fighter to the very end and there was no way you were going to sit back and just let the ocean take you. You swam up, trying to kick your foot loose from the cord it was tangled in. the cord seemed to only get more tangled, the pallet of drugs only pulling you deeper by the second. You felt around, searching your body for the knife you always kept on you. You let out an internal sigh of relief when your finger brushed the metal, your hand quickly gripping the rubber handle.
You freed your knife and swam down, the cord that was around your ankle was too thick to cut through, you were going to need to cut the net the drugs were in. You swam further down, black spots dancing in the corner of your eyes. You felt around, finally feeling the net, following the path of the net until you found where the cord around your leg connected to the net. You quickly dug the knife into the rope, sawing back and forth until the cord broke free. You didn’t waste a second, quickly swimming back to the surface.
You broke through the water, gasping for air, trying to keep your head above the water as the waves crashed over you. The storm was still raging, you looked around, seeing nothing but the glint of your knife in the moonlight. A few seconds after floating on the water, trying to reserve your energy since you didn’t know right from left in the ocean. If you just started swimming you could end up going further out to sea. You needed to find a piece of driftwood or something just to keep yourself afloat as the current guided you back to shore.
You sheathed the knife back at your side, not removing your hand until you knew it was secure. You reached down, bringing your leg up as you tried to detangle the cord from your ankle, while also keeping your head above the water. The cord was thick and heavy, it kept trying to drag you down but eventually you got it around your foot, kicking your foot to untangle the rest of it until you were finally free.
Something else broke the surface, making you jump but when you got closer you saw it, three tightly sealed packs of drugs. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the drugs that seemed to be your downfall might be the thing that saved you. You swam to them, pushing them as close as you could together, holding them in place as they kept you afloat.
You pulled out your necklace that you always kept tucked under your shirt, giving it a kiss, silently thanking Poseidon or any other sea god that might exist. You didn’t necessarily believe in the Greek gods, but you grew up hearing those stories, fascinated by the mythology of it all. When you got into fishing your mother gifted you a little trident necklace and ever since you had never taken it off. You knew it was kind of stupid and your crew always made fun of you for it, but you always kissed it before going out to sea and held onto it during difficult times. You didn’t believe in it but on the off chance that the gods were real you wanted to show your support in some way, besides, representing the god of the sea and showing him respect didn’t hurt anything. It gave you comfort, believing in a god, believing that when you went out to sea you’d be protected and if the worse came, then you’d have somewhere to go, that your soul might be protected in the afterlife.
Or maybe Poseidon saved you only to let you die a far harsher death. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean isn’t ideal but it would have been quicker than your current predicament. Now you were floating in the middle of the ocean, a couple bags of drugs the only think keeping you from exhausting yourself and sending you back down to your demise. No one knew where you were, no one would come for you, your crew would lie about what happened and everyone would write you off as dead. You were soaked down to your bones, the top half of your body shivering in the moonlight, you had no food, no water. Your only hope of rescue was being close enough to shore that the tide would carry you in before you died from dehydration, which you knew wasn’t likely. Otherwise, your fate lied in the coast guard stumbling upon you or some unsuspecting fisherman catching sight of you as they set out for their catch.
You sighed, closing your eyes, yeah, the sea god was pissed at you. You couldn’t blame him; you did taint his ocean with drugs after all. You deserved everything that was coming to you. At least the rain stopped, maybe you were being shown mercy after all, maybe Poseidon wasn’t going to allow you to die alone, in the ocean, in the freezing rain. To most that wouldn’t seem like a kindness but for a god that was about as merciful as it got. You were lucky the waves weren’t still crashing over you, refusing to allow you to break through to the surface, fighting your way up and the surface just constantly being out of reach. If you were to die by simple dehydration, then you were lucky.
You had one arm stretched out over the packs of drugs to help keep them together, your fingertips dipping into the water with each movement of the waves. You rested your head against the packs, your eyelids becoming heavy despite your desire to keep them open. The last thing you saw was the moonlight before you finally lost consciousness.
Your eyes slowly fluttered, squinting as you tried to look around but quickly dropped your head back down when you didn’t have the strength to lift it. You groaned, as you reached over, touching your shoulder, gritting your teeth at the pain that shot through your entire body at the lightest touch. When you pulled your hand away, resting it in front of your face as you opened your eyes just a bit more to see your fingers coated red. With that your eyes slowly closed again.
You drifted in and out of consciousness, not able to open your eyes again. The sun beating down on you as you swayed with the waves. You weren’t sure where they were taking you, to shore, or further out into the ocean, inching closer to your demise with each wave.
The waves got rougher, making you regain consciousness for a second. It sounded like people were talking, you nodded thinking you finally succumbed to delusions and now you were hearing things. Certainly, it was only a matter of time before the ocean took you again, dragging you back down to your watery tomb.
Death never came though, you were gripped by the shoulders and hoisted upward, gently being placed back down on a hard surface. You tried to open your eyes, squinting as you saw a handful of silhouettes standing over you. One of them stood taller than the other, looking down at you as he pointed to the others, seeming to give them orders. When he turned, the sunlight hitting him just right, you could see he had a beard, he also smelled oddly like fish, maybe Poseidon was real after all, or maybe you smelled like fish, you were on a fishing boat the night before and had been in the ocean since then.
“Holy shit,” someone whispered, the first thing you could properly hear but your eyes wanted to remain closed as you tried to turn toward the voice.
“Let’s get back to shore!” someone ordered.
“We need to get them to a hospital,” another voice said. This voice was closer to you, and you felt pressure go to your injured shoulder, causing you to let out a cry, your body jolting from the pain but quickly flopping back down again.
“No,” you rasped out. “No hospital.” You tried to raise your hand to wave them off, but you didn’t think your hand ever left the ground. “No,” you breathed out before finally fully losing consciousness again.
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hi….I KNOW I KNOW ITS BEEN ALMOST TWO WEEKS? SINCE IVE POSTED. I was hit with the most SEVERE writers block i’ve ever had in my whole life. i hope you guys like this one. I'm feeling real self-conscious about my writing lately :( MUAH
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Warnings: Just smut. Mean old man leon, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, just enjoy
Word count: 1.4k
Though you loved Leon- he sure was a pain in the ass on his days off. Leon prided himself on being your provider; the only thing you ever had to worry about was looking pretty for him when he got home. And you tried- most of the time.
Yet on Saturdays he doesn’t give you the time of day. Ever. You always make him the best dinner, your hands scrubbing at the dishes in the sink as you yet again had to put Leon’s food in a small container. You turn off the sink, letting out a long sigh at the sound of Leon’s music shaking the kitchen floor. You start the dishwasher before you make your way to the garage door. Swinging it open as the chorus to coming undone by Korn rang through your ears. You winced at the loud music, your hand on your hip as you stood on the top step. The room was thick with smoke, slowly being aired out from the tiny crack in the opened garage door. Leon never notices your presence; the only reason he did was because your hand harshly smacks down on his radio, his head popping up from where he squatted down on the floor.
“The fuck?”
Leon’s husky voice rang through your ears as he wiped his hands on his jeans—such an asshole. You tilted your head at him with a cocky little smirk as you pointed toward the kitchen.
“Oh, Jus’ give me five more minutes baby and I’ll come eat, promise.”
Leon didn’t like that you mocked him, his hand resting on his knee as he just stared up at you
“You done?”
“Are you done?”
It was accidentally yelled but Leon couldn’t hear the whole accident part, his eyebrows raising as he stood up, laying his towel on his bike seat as his leg goes up the step. Leon’s head shakes as he watches you stepping back from him. It almost makes him laugh.
“Your dinner is in the fridge.”
Your words are cold; Leon smirked as he nodded his head again, taking a step toward you.
“Oh, c'mon honey.. y’know I hate when you’re all mad and pouty, especially at me.”
You shouldn’t be giving in to him. You know his tricks and how he works. Being in love with Leon on his good days was the best time of your life. You’ve been with him for years, the man has been through too much, and he has terrible days often. When did he get this close? His large hand presses up your tummy and around your waist before he pushes you into the garage door.
Leon smirks at the whine that leaves your lips as his strong hands hold at your waist, turning you around so your chest is against the door and your back is lying so perfectly against his
“So mean to my little girl.. always makes me dinner, folds my clothes..”
Leon’s cheek lays against your ear as he smells your strawberry shampoo, groaning as the sweet scent fills his nose.
“Never make time for you.. I bet you rub your pretty little clit all the time when I’m gone.. so sorry for being so negligent..”
Leon’s words make a soft moan escape your mouth. He knew he won, twisting open the door and shoving you into the kitchen, shoving himself against you.
“You think I care? You think I feel bad?”
He’s so much more robust, it’s impossible to fight him. His hands tug your jeans down your legs before a harsh smack comes onto your skin, making you jolt into the counter.
“Don’t fucking move and answer me, you had so much to say now you’re silent?”
What did he expect you to say? You hated apologizing when you knew it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he should be saying sorry to you, for constantly ignoring you on his days off and ignoring your hard work.
All is forgiven when he shoves his cock so deep inside you that your breathing stops, your hands grabbing at the counter as your toes curl into the wooden floors.
“You know I usually warm her up.. love sucking on your clit, but you needed more than that, didn’t you?”
Leon pulls your hips toward him more, using his strength as an advantage to bend you over the counter more. He couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan at the sight of you gripping his cock when he dragged himself out of you, using all his weight to fuck back into you.
It felt so fucking good but hurt so badly, your eyes squeezed shut as you continued to try and adjust to his size but in truth, he hadn’t touched you in weeks.
“Fuck Le.. jus’ miss you so much.”
The words left your lips in a slurred whine as you tilted your head back trying to look back at the handsome man who was far too focused on not cumming inside you two seconds into fucking you. Leon nodded his head as he reached forward, soft shushing leaving his lips as he pulled some hair from your face and grabbed at your neck, pulling you back towards him as his hips began to rock into you
“I know baby, can see it.. can’t you feel how much you missed me?”
Leon mumbled into your ear before kissing at the sensitive skin at your neck as he tried to fuck through your tightness but there was no point. Leon shoved you back down into the counter before his hands rested against your ass, pulling the skin apart to watch the way you sucked him in.
Leon’s whimper sent chills down your spine. Maybe work has been too much.. how selfish of you to assume he didn’t love you.
“Maybe I’ll put a baby in you, hm? Then you really won’t forget how much I love you.”
He knew he won by the way your mouth was hanging open, that toothy smile spreading across his face as his hips moved faster
“That’s my fucking girl..”
Leon moaned as he pulled himself out of you and grabbed at your wrist, watching as you blinked at him all confused. You try not to question him in times like these but when Leon pushes you down onto the plush couch, a small yelp leaves your lips as Leon's hands gripped at your thighs. Before you could even blink he was bottomed out inside of you again, shallow breaths leaving your nose as he shoves your knees to your chest and over his shoulders. He thinks it’s so cute as your shaky little hands try and push him away, he’s just so deep, his cock hitting that gummy spot inside of you that makes the coil in your stomach burn.
“No, no, don’t push away from me now. You wanted this remember? You fucking wanted this look at me-“
Leon’s fingers harshly gripped at your face, smacking down onto your already flushed skin causing you to whimper out as his thrusts somehow grow deeper.
“Leon..”
Your whine is enough for him to know, His hand reaching down to press into your stomach before he steadies his position, pounding into you. Every thrust makes that small little scream leave your lips that drives Leon fucking crazy, sweat building at his brow as he roughly fucks into you.
He could watch you thrash beneath him for hours, your mouth open babbling nonsense begging him to stop but your hips push up to meet his cock every single time. He watches as you go silent, your knees pressing together as your walls squeeze at his cock, Leon groans, his hand gripping at your knee as he tries not to fall on top of you as he finally finishes inside of you. His hips move very slowly as he grinds into you. His breath is heavy as he looks down at you, reaching down to push some hair from your face as he pulls out of you.
The two of you just stare at each other for a bit before you sit up, walking to grab your jeans and turning to the bathroom.
Leon shakes his head as he rebuttons his pants and stands up, his hands helping you tug your jeans up your legs before he grabs at your ass, smacking lightly as he makes his way towards the garage.. again.
“Warm my food up for me.”
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The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 5
Prompt: domestic fluff
Rated: G
CW: one slight mention of PTSD
Tags: Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas
It's starting to snow by the time Steve gets home, white flakes floating in the headlights of the beemer like balls of cotton. It crunches under his feet as he sloshes towards the front door.
Even with Christmas more than two weeks away, they've been swamped with customers lately, the cold wind and unending snowfalls luring people inside. Now, away from the buzz, the world seems quiet. Peaceful, covered under its white blanket.
Except Steve still hasn't learned to trust that peace. Even after more than a year, even with El assuring them time and again that it's over, they've won, … he still flinches at sounds in the night, looks for escape routes and things to fashion into weapons when entering a room. He isn't sure he'll ever stop.
He shakes his head to chase away the thoughts as he scales the steps to the front porch. He isn’t sure where they're coming from. Probably a combination of stress and the looming depression that always hangs over him at Christmas time, when all of his friends are with their families and he's left in this big, empty house, alone. He’ll take a shower, heat a microwave meal, and see what's on TV, that will-
The front door is unlocked.
He's certain he turned the key not once, but twice before he left.
Steve slides into the dark entrance hall on silent feet. He passes the umbrella stand, eyes scanning his surroundings, and his hand finds the hilt of the nail bat. There's a creak from overhead, like feet on floorboards.
The attic.
The hatch is gaping open as he creeps upstairs, the foldout ladder down.
He holds his breath and inches his way upwards, rung by rung, bat clutched in one white-knuckled hand.
"Hello, Steven," growls a voice, and he abruptly comes face-to-face with a grimace full of too-large teeth.
Steve yelps, slips on the ladder, and goes sprawling on his ass. The nail bat rolls off into the shadows.
"Oh, shit!" Another face appears behind the monster. One haloed in a mane of dark curls and crowned by a fuzzy Santa hat. "You okay, man?"
"Fuck," Steve curses, clambering to his feet and rubbing at his sore butt. "Eddie? What are you doing up there?"
Eddie rolls his eyes and flashes him a toothy grin. It tugs at the scar on his jaw, the one he claims looks totally metal but hides under his hair most of the time. The one that Steve wants to map with his lips.
"Picking up that drill Wayne wanted to borrow. Told you I'd swing by after my shift at the garage."
Steve settles down on the dusty floorboards and frowns. "Wasn't that at noon or something?"
Like he doesn’t know. Like he hasn't memorized all of Eddie’s shifts. Only stopped dropping him off and picking him up every day because Eddie told him to stop. No satanic panic mobs left, no need for a bodyguard.
Eddie cocks his head in confusion and glances at his watch. "Why, what time is i- … whoops. Guess I got side-tracked."
He shakes the monster- which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be a life-sized nutcracker. Its red-cheeked, too-wide smile mocks him and Steve just barely manages to not flip it off.
Instead, he looks over the cardboard boxes around Eddie, all in various states of unpacked-ness. String lights coiled in thick tangles, dusty elves and reindeer and sugar canes.
"Dude," Eddie says. He's pulled several colorful baubles from somewhere and is looping the strings over his ears. It looks ridiculous. It looks adorable. "You never told me you're hiding Santa's village up here."
"Didn’t even know we still had this," Steve mumbles, pulling the nearest box closer. It contains the huge neon letters spelling MERRY XMAS. "It's been forever since we got them out. Way before-"
He trails off. The words hang unspoken in the stale air.
"I always wanted this, y’know?" Eddie says. His fingers are tracing Rudolph's shiny nose. "The whole shebang with the lights and the decorations and the music. Only so much you can do at the trailer."
Steve hums vaguely, watches the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle, how the tip of the Santa hat flops into his face, and represses the urge to brush it back, trace those dimples with the pads of his thumbs.
Eddie is looking at him with big, expectant cow eyes.
"Huh?"
"I said," Eddie repeats, sways into his space. "We should totally do it. Get all this stuff out. The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana."
Steve bites back a laugh, ignores how his stomach flutters at Eddie’s huge, excited grin.
"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work for just me."
"Yeah, about that …" Eddie’s smile dims and his gaze drops. "I've been meaning to ask …"
He starts to pick at his cuticles, so Steve habitually reaches for one of his hands to stop him.
"Ask what?"
Eddie sucks in a breath, and the next words rush out on the exhale, all at once.
"So Wayne sort of took the holiday shifts because a guy got sick, so it'll just be me, and I thought …since you'll also be … alone, y'know, maybe we could …"
"Eds," Steve says. The flutter in his stomach is turning into a hurricane. "Are you asking if I wanna spend Christmas together?"
"What? Nah!" Eddie winks at him. "As if you'd deny me, please! I'm asking if we can get your ridiculous light show out."
Steve snorts a laugh, chest warm and tingly and bright. "What, all of it?"
"Hell yes, all of it," Eddie throws his head back and cackles, almost losing the hat. "It's gonna be our year, big boy!"
They stay up in the attic for a long time, bickering and joking and unpacking boxes upon boxes of sparkly decor. Outside, the snow continues to fall.
Steve hopes they'll get a white Christmas.
Part 2
All of my holiday drabbles
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The Trainee (Part One)
Pairing: Dom!Thomas Shelby x Sub!Reader
Words: 3577
Warning: Pure Filth, Smut, Explicit Content
Imagine being a new and inexperienced prostitute in one of Thomas Shelby’s establishments. You recently arrived in the UK and have next to no experience when it comes to men. But, you needed the money and, thus, you took the job.
As part of the initiation, you are to complete a paid seven-day training program during which Thomas Shelby himself would be the man sleeping with you and, on your first night at the brothel, you are being taken to a large bedroom where you would be servicing him under the supervision of the brothel’s head mistress.
If he was happy with your efforts, following your first encounter, you were to relocate to Arrow House for the week, servicing the man who is paying you a substantial amount of money in order to use you as his whenever and in whatever way he pleases.
You were going to be at his mercy for the week and you sure were nervous about it.
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When you were taken to the bedroom appointed for you, you immediately noticed the double bed loaded with elaborately decorated cushions, and a sumptuous quilt. It was elegantly appointed and, just like a little school girl, you sat down on it and waited.
You waited and waited until, eventually, the mistress came to assess you. It was your first time working in an establishment like this and since you had no experience whatsoever, she would be training you tonight.
‘Undress. He has no time to waste’ the mistress told you and, of course, you complied with her request and removed your robe which was all that you were wearing by this point. Just as you let the robe fall to the floor, you first laid eyes on him. The man who you were to service for the next seven days and you were already told by some of the other working girls that he was not easily pleased. He was rough and dominant, seeking pleasure in the most unusual ways.
‘Mr Shelby, you are early’ the mistress observed as he walked into the room and a smile escaped his lips.
‘I am. But I can see that our newest acquisition is ready for me’ the man then said as he took off his jacket and gun-holster first, placing both over the back end of the large arm chair in the corner.
‘She is Mr Shelby, but I have not briefed her yet’ the mistress then said while you watched him undress. He removed his shirt and then his trousers, which he folded neatly and placed on the flat on the bare dresser.
‘Then we shall brief her together, eh?’ he then said as, finally, he removed his briefs to reveal a cock already primed. It had a such bulk and weight, and pointed forward as he walked towards you, swinging densely from side to side with each step.
You swallowed harshly and starred at him, and his cook which was much larger than the ones you had inside of you in the past. Your heart was beating fast and it felt like the mistress must have been able to hear your heart pounding like a drum in your quivering chest as your wide gaze was fixed on this man in front of you, staring pleadingly up at him as if he was your master.
‘What is your name Love?’ the man then asked and you stammered out a quick response.
‘Y/N’ you told him as he moved towards you, coming closer and closer to where you were sitting.
‘You're shivering Y/N’ he observed while starring down at you. He enjoyed how uncomfortable you felt in his presence.
‘I am nervous sir’ you admitted nervously and the mistress began to gently stroke your hair.
‘The is no need to be nervous Love. The mistress will show you what to do, eh?’ the man then said before giving his first orders.
‘Now, get on to your knees and look at me’ he said after throwing a pillow on to the floor for you and, without thinking about it for too long, you placed your knees onto the soft fabric.
‘Have you sucked a man’s cock before?’ he then asked while the mistress stepped around you, moving to your back and standing there behind you. You could feel her presence there, like a looming shadow over your kneeling body. Imposing and stern.
‘No Mr Shelby’ you confirmed and a smirk formed across his lips.
‘Then this shall be your first task, eh’ he said before stepping right in front of you and, at his height, his cock hovered just above your waiting lips.
‘You will suck my cock until I cum in to your sweet little mouth and then you will swallow. All of it. Every fucking drop’ he told you and your eyes traced longingly over the veins coiling down his thick shaft to the neat tuft of dark hair around the base.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said and the mistress’s hand went immediately to his long shaft, stroking it gently and, whilst a groan escaped his lips, she nudged her knee against your back.
‘Open your mouth and show him your tongue’ the mistress then murmured from behind and, nervously, you complied with her request.
"Yes mistress" you gasped, your voice a breathless whine.
“Good now taste him. He is waiting” she then said and you bucked up on your knees, getting into position with your parted lips hovering just above Thomas Shelby’s waiting cock. Your eyes stayed low, fixed on his crotch and, just as you starred into his pelvis, you gently wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, the musky smell of his manhood filling your nostrils and sending heat flooding through your heaving chest.
“Good girl” Tommy groaned as soon as your lips made contact with his throbbing shaft and you could taste the salty substance that had already built up on his slit. But then you made your first mistake. You reached up with one trembling hand to hold his cock by the base, meaning to steady his shaft as you worked your lips deeper. Your tentative fingers wrapped around him, feeling the delightful stiffness in your submissive grasp, the throbbing heat of him, pulsing with desire for your warm lips and soft tongue.
You then started to lean forward, meaning to take more of his length inside your mouth, but then you heard the mistress’s familiar voice.
"Keep those hands behind your back” she snapped while pushing her knee against your back again and you obeyed her instantly.
Your disobedient hand was flying behind you to clasp the other there in the small of your back, clasping your wrists firmly.
"Your hands will become an obstacle, Sweetheart” she then said as you resumed to use your mouth to hold his cock without using your hands, cradling the head between your soft lips. Craning up, you started to slide yourself down, taking a little more of him each time. His stiff cock pressed down on your waiting tongue, stretching your lips wider as you worked your way deeper.
“You are doing well, but not well enough” the mistress then said. “Take him into your throat” she ordered and, just as she did, your pussy began to ache with desire at the taste of Thomas Shelby’s skin, the warmth and hardness of him filling your mind and drowning you in the sensation of his manly organ pressed inside your waiting mouth.
"Now use your tongue" the mistress then growled and you shivered, not understanding what she meant and, just as you failed to understand what it was that she wanted you to do, she kneeled down by your side and began to demonstrate it.
You stopped what you were doing and she took her turn, eliciting more groans from Tommy before he asked her to stop.
“Now her” he demanded and you tried hard to mimic what she did, curling your tongue up, letting the soft muscle tease around the tip of his cock, just gently brushing over what you know is achingly sensitive skin where the spongy head meets the shaft. Your reward moments later was a low groan of pleasure in his deep voice.
“This feels good Love. Keep going” he told you as his muscled legs tensed on either side of you. Your tongue darted back around, flickering over the small, stretched sliver of skin where his foreskin met the head of his erection. He groaned again, and you could feel the pulsing throb of his shaft against your lips as his cock responds to your attention. Your skin tingled with longing anticipation, knowing you are managing to please him and hopefully the mistress too.
"Now take me deeper. Go on” Tommy then demanded and, before you had time to think, the mistress took hold of the back of your head and forced you down on his cock.
‘That’s it. Let me feel your throat’ he groaned and you whimpered as the mistress made you lean forward, your stretched lips sliding almost halfway down his length before she allowed you to draw back, then repeating again. The third time, you pressed your lips deeper, taking almost his entire length until you felt the hard tip of his cock pressing painfully against the entrance to your throat. A small discomfort, easily ignored in your need to obey.
“You are doing so well Sweetheart. Keep it up” the mistress purred as you held him there for a few moments, feeling a slight ache in your chest as your lungs protested. Then, finally she let go of you and you leaned up again, leaving his pulsing shaft glistening with saliva as your stretched lips glid back along his length until only the head rested against your fluttering tongue.
“Let her breathe, eh” Tommy said as you snatched a breath through your nose, the scent of him filling the very air you breathe. Then, it began again and the mistress forced you to lean forward and his cock pressed inside your mouth once more.
Quickly enough, you relaxed into the rhythm of what she made you do and you let your body and your need to please take over. The slow count from one to three settled into an easy habit, and you found yourself considering just how you felt right now. But you considered Tommy’s responses too, the way his breath hitched when you licked at that one particular spot near the head of his cock, the tenseness in his legs when you took his shaft deeper that told you just how much he enjoyed every moment.
As much as you disliked it, the mistress taught you what it took to be a whore, to turn your focus outwards from your own selfish pleasure to the service of those using you and this was how you knew you had to serve your customer.
"He is close now. You are almost done" she eventually murmured behind you, her sultry voice echoing your unspoken thoughts. "A little more, but first, look up and let him see those pretty eyes of yours as you suck on his cock" she ordered and you paused at that, your tongue still delicately resting on the tip of Tommy’s erection.
You complied with the mistress’s orders and a pair of blue eyes starred back at you, dulled with hooded pleasure as your tongue continued playing over the tip of his cock. You sucked on his shaft and he moaned again, his lips trembling. Your heart soared at the obvious pleasure on his handsome face, knowing that you were the cause of all of it.
How could you ever have been scared of this, you wondered. Here you were, kneeling in front of this powerful man, and it looked like he was enjoying your lips and tongue more than anything in his life before.
"Good girl, now make him cum in your mouth!" the mistress said behind you while her warm hand land on your head and she guided your movements once more. With a harsh grip on your hair, she made you lean forward and you almost choked on his shaft as the thick head of his cock slammed into the entrance to your throat. Your tongue moved like a serpent, writhing in your mouth, and sliding across every inch of his skin that you could reach, while your lips wrap around his shaft as you sucked lushly, the wet, sloppy sounds of your eager blowjob filling the room.
Tommy then groaned again and his hands too reached for your head to hold you in placed as you could feel his cock swell in your mouth and his balls tightening against your chin. His breath caught, and just like that, you felt his hot cum spattering across your throat. His hips jerked back as he orgasmed, some of his bitter sweet seed spraying over your tongue instead, filling your mouth with the taste of his semen. His cock popped free of your lips, the last few pearly drops spattering across your lips and chin. You kneeled there, frozen in place, your eyes still fixed on his face as he gasped and panted for breath. Your own pussy ached and throbbed with needy heat, but the distraction of your own fierce arousal was easily ignored...for now at least.
"Hold it in your mouth, that's it...good." the mistress purred and you held as much of his thick load as you could in your mouth, the taste and smell of his cum filling your senses. "Now look up at him..." she then said and you complied with her request while your cheeks puffed out to keep as much of the cum inside as you could until she said the unthinkable. "Now swallow it, every drop” she ordered and after nodding reluctantly, your throat tensed as you gulp down the load, the slick cum sliding easily down into your waiting belly. The taste of it still lingered on your tongue, and you could feel the heat of it.
“Was this to your satisfaction Mr Shelby?” the mistress then asked and he smiled.
“It was and, yet, the night is young and she has so much more to learn, eh’ Tommy said before pulling you to your feet.
“You did well Love” he then said before pressing his lips on to yours in a haste, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he had just cum in your mouth and, just as you were expected you gave into the kiss.
Just as Tommy was kissing you, his hand came in between your thighs and he ran his fingers through your wetness.
‘Good’ he then said and the mistress enquired.
‘What is?’ she wanted to know.
‘I won’t need any lube. She is soaking. Just like a good whore should be, eh’ Tommy then smirked before giving you his next instruction.
‘Now, lie down so that I can fuck this perfect little cunt of yours. Your mistress will guide you on what to do’ he said and, again, you complied with his request.
The mistress sat down next to you, running her hand over your thigh soothingly while Tommy climbed onto the bed with you both.
‘Now let me have a look first’ Tommy then said and he lost no time and spread your legs open to get a good look at your wetness.
‘Show me her opening’ he then demanded and the mistress reached in between your legs gently and, with two of her fingers, parted your lips. You felt the cold air across your wetness and moaned in response.
‘Open her up more’ he then commanded and, when the mistress complied with his request, you couldn’t help but shriek momentarily as it felt as though she was tearing your skin apart.
‘Fuck. She is going to be tight’ Tommy’s groaned and his cock hardened again immediately at the sheer sight of your tight opening. You looked impossibly tiny next to his huge cock and he could not wait to sheath himself inside you.
‘I am not sure if it will fit in there sir’ you even said with some concern but Tommy simply smirked as he began to rub the head of his cock above your opening, looking for your little pleasure bud.
‘Trust me Love, it will fit. You will adjust to my size’ Tommy then chuckled before applying some pressure on your clit which is when you immediately began gasping and panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in your loins.
‘Now hold still for me, eh’ Tommy then said, ceasing the opportunity and positioning himself at your entrance.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you gasped as he began pushing into your tight hole. His thick cockhead stretched your opening as he pressed into you and you shut your eyes while protesting a little against the intrusion and the pain of being stretched so much.
‘The head is in Love. Now it is time for the rest’ Tommy groaned before pushing into you deeper and with more force. It felt like he was tearing you apart with his thick cock as he pulled back only a little, before thrusting back in again, eliciting another shriek from you.
‘You are so fucking tight’ Tommy groaned again.
‘Can you feel me stretching you?’ he asked rhetorically as his cock still was not fully inside you yet.
‘Oh god. Yes. I can. It hurts. Fuck’ you cursed as he began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of his manhood in you with every thrust.
‘I know Love, but you will get used to it. You are taking me so well already’ Tommy groaned as he loved the feeling of his cock stretching your insides. He could almost see your belly bulge whenever he pushed himself deep inside you, nudging your cervix even though there was still an inch that he had not managed to get into you yet. You were unbelievably tight and knowing that you were his property now, that he could fuck you whenever and however he wanted, almost made him cum right then.
But Tommy wanted to drag it out a little more, so he pulled out of you for now.
‘Now turn around Love. I will take you from behind’ he then ordered and, again, you did as you were told and went onto all fours, right there in front of him.
Using his fingers, he pulled your pussy lips apart once more, assessing your gaping hole. It was red and sore, just the way he liked it and, without losing any time whatsoever, Tommy lined himself up with your entrance again.
Then he pushed his cock back into your pussy, this time until all of him vanished into your tight confides. You shrieked once more and he began to fuck you with quick, hard thrusts.
You were gasping in pain but also pleasure now every time Tommy’s thick cockhead forcefully pushed against your cervix.
‘That’s a good girl. You are holding nice and still for me while I have my way with you. So obedient’ Tommy groaned. He loved watching his huge cock stretching your pussy to the limit every time he pushed it into you and, after about an hour of relentless fucking, he was finally close to cumming again. But he wanted to make you cum as well. He wanted to feel your pussy clench around him, so he reached one of his hands down around you to rub your clit.
With that, the pain was bearable now and with the change in positions Tommy hit that pleasurable spot deep inside you that you had not even known existed.
‘Cum for me Love’ he ordered and, with that, you let go and screamed out loud as you came in a haze of pleasure and pain. Your pussy clamped down around Tommy’s cock pushing him into his release too. He held himself deep inside you as he shot jet after jet of hot cum right against your cervix while grunting and groaning in pleasure. Naturally your body reacted to his hot cum shooting into you by drawing out your orgasm and pulling his essence deeper inside you every time your pussy contracted.
Then, once you came down from your high, you started feeling the aftermath of what had happened. You felt a weird warmth inside you where Tommy’s cum was still pooling in your tight channel, lodged against your cervix by his now softening cock, with only a small amount dripping out. It felt incredible and, when he finally pulled out of you, you felt rather empty.
‘Now, let’s see…’ he murmured, holding you in place still before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart once more.
‘You look stunning Love. On your knees with my cum filling your gaping pussy’ Tommy then said as a sense of pride overcame him while he watched his cum leaking out of you.
‘Will you be taking her to Arrow House sir?’ the mistress then asked and Tommy was quick to respond.
‘I am’ he confirmed. ‘I will take her with me tonight’ he then said and you wondered whether he would want to fuck you again that very same night. As good as it felt, you were sore and were unsure whether you could handle it without a rest in between.
To be continued…
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There’s no denying how hard this year has been, each day feels more and more like a battle. It’s hard to wake up, hard to put a brush through your hair, hard to bother with putting away your laundry. Little things really, they feel meaningless, everything generally feels meaningless.
“Hey, it’s already half past noon and you haven’t eaten anything yet.”
Concern rings between each word, dragging your body to the side to blink your eyes open and peer over to where he stands. There’s those same eyes that droop at the corners, never bright or optimistic anymore. They used to hold a softness, love, adoration, never toward you romantically, but still enough to make you feel special.
You are special to him though, that’s why he’s concerned. Even when he has to look away, maybe because you remind him too much of her. Of the woman you both loved more than anything, the loss you both continue to suffer from.
“Not hungry.” You mutter, pulling your blanket on tighter as soft fabric rubs against your hips and sets off warmth between your chest.
He sighs, head knocking on the door frame. “You know, I won’t let you deteriorate, your mom would—“
“Mom’s not here.” You say, cutting him off. A small pang of guilt hits when he nods solemnly, chin tucked to his chest without looking at you again.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of your door handle, he shrugs and shakes his head. “I’ll leave my card and cash out on the counter if you change your mind and get hungry later. Have to get ready for work, I’ll be home late so don’t.. worry about me.”
You’d be lying if you said you won’t worry. You always worry. Always fear the thought of receiving a late night call that he didn’t make it, that he’s on his deathbed hooked up to life support leaving his fate in your hands. Instead you nod and barely raise your fingers out of your blanket to wave goodbye.
It’s always the same routine when he has these night shifts. Pester you about eating, about getting some fresh air, doing something productive with your free vacation time, just being a damn nuisance you don’t want to deal with. You have to get through it, act like you don’t care too much, keep up a calm facade despite the anxious way your heart begins to race.
It’s been weeks of planning, trying to figure out what it would take to make your sweet nurturing step-father finally snap.
Jaemin: Swing by to get you tonight around 10?
Yeah. That should be late enough, and from the clues you’ve gathered, you know exactly where to go.
The sound of the shower turning on from the master bedroom alerts your ears, jumping out of bed and into your slippers to tiptoe down the hall and twist your mom’s key through the lock to allow yourself in. It’s lucky you’d found it mixed in with a bunch of her items, making it easy to pocket and hide in case you’d ever need it.
He’s already inside of the shower by the time you’ve rounded the corner and crouched down by the connected bathroom door. It gets steamy, but the glass still clears up enough to take in his long muscular legs, sleek lean back, thick arms curling up to run shampoo through his hair.
It’s different today, having to cover your mouth to hold in your gasp when you spot him leaned back against the wall. His eyes are shut tight, sharp eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly, arm jerking furiously. The fog clears up along the glass with each hit of water, making the view of his large hand stroking up and down his length vividly clear.
To your surprise, he never brings anyone home. Many would consider him to be a young handsome eligible bachelor still, a good career, attractive face, fit body. You certainly wouldn’t be shocked if he decided to start dating again. The sad truth is you often find your step-father still mourning the loss you both took. He cries through the night, wakes up with swollen eyes and dark circles, he plays it off and puts on a smile for your sake but his pain is evident.
It’s hard to watch him struggle. The way he pulls on his cock seems painful, writing his internal guilt with each whimper and groan that squeezes from his tucked in lips. He doesn’t want you to hear him, he doesn’t want to experience pleasure through his pain. Doesn't think he deserves it.
You wonder what brought this on, what set him off enough to finally break the silent celibacy pact you assume he’s held himself accountable to. Today’s different from the way he barely touches his cock whenever washing suds off his body, scrubbing himself clean in such a robotic way without any expression.
Sliding onto your knees, you have to adjust the oversized boxers hanging from your hips, rolling them up tighter to squeeze around your middle. He hasn’t mentioned anything about his underwear going missing yet, hasn’t had the nerve to question you about the different items from his closet that he can’t recall seeing for weeks now. It’d be too weird to suspect his step-daughter of invading his privacy and personal belongings while at work.
Johnny’s always been too nice to ever think you could do anything wrong. Not you, not with the angelic side of yourself you grace him with. It’s almost too easy messing with him, rolling around on his freshly washed sheets when he leaves for work, spraying his cologne on your pillows to feel closer to him.
He won’t say anything even if he notices a familiar print of his underwear peeking out from your pajama bottoms.
“Shit.” You murmur, pushing back on your legs to inconspicuously crawl your way out before he can exit the bathroom. Too fast to sneak out to take in the evident failure pulling his cheeks down into a frown.
Johnny’s lonely, he’s real lonely, and you can fix that. You want to fix that.
A knock rasps down your door minutes later, halting your hand from traveling past the waistband of your stolen boxers after burrowing back inside of your bed. “I’ll be heading out now, if you need anything I’m only a phone call away.”
Staying silent for a moment, you decide to get up and listen at the door for his breathing. Keeping your movements light enough to not make the floor creak as you make your way over. His breath comes out evenly, fingers tapping a couple of times along the doorbed before he lets out a quiet sigh and turns to leave.
It’s better for him to believe that you went back to sleep, lessen any possible suspicion, cover your ass if you ever fuck up and accidentally leave evidence. He’s too good at his job.
The cop car stays parked across the street from your house most days when he’s working a lot, not helping the ongoing joke you hear about how your step-dad does that on purpose to ward away the men who want to date you. For the most part it worked too, living by his rules to focus on your education throughout high school and not waste your time fucking around with teenage boys.
Times have changed though, and with this year long break you both agreed would be best for your mental health, you have gotten bored.
Beyond bored.
Sneaking over to your window, you watch as he takes one last glance back at the house before getting inside of the car. He’s handsome as ever in that stupid pig uniform, the halster cinching his waist in further really accentuating his build.
Jaemin: Your step-dad’s not roaming the streets tonight by chance?
Watching his car drive off you reply with an angel emoji, exclaiming how excited you are to get out.
“I’ll see you later Johnny.”
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Call me Poe
Steven cosplays as your favorite pilot in the Resistance.
Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader
Words: 2443
Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Beta: @welcometostayingawake (you are the literal best!!!)
Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (f rec), Steven being cheesy and cute
Steven was well aware of your fondness for a certain daring, devilishly handsome fictional pilot. Commander Poe Dameron, the only man he’d never met that he’d have to fight with, just on principle. Poe, with his hips swinging. Poe, in his too tight pants. Poe, with his charm and his smile, turned up to ten. He was glad the man wasn’t real or he might lose you to him. Steven was no slouch, but what could he offer you that Poe couldn’t give, with some extra charm?
You’d assured Steven time and time again that he had nothing to worry about. The main reason being because he wasn’t real. The second reason being they were nearly identical, the only differences seemed to be hair length and style. Both Marc and Jake had confirmed the similarities, with Jake adding in the unhelpful and crude fact, “Sure, but our cock is bigger”. Steven hadn’t seen the resemblance when he looked in the mirror, despite what the three of you said.
Which led to today, and the clothes spread out on the bed. After your fifth time of watching Rise of the Skywalker this month, Steven had taken Marc’s credit card and made a large and reckless purchase, while Jake had snickered at him from the mirror. He had ordered a full Poe Dameron cosplay outfit. He laid out the costume on the bed: two belts, a thigh holster, medium brown cargo pants, dark brown boots, and a cream-colored linen shirt. The braided chain with its gold ring was already around his neck, nestled just below his Magen David, looking for all the world like it belonged. He needed to make sure he had that after you mentioned wanting his chain to dangle in your face.
“Well, are you going to put it on or not?” Marc asked from the fish tank. “For what you spent on the rush delivery, somebody better.”
“I’m sorry, why are you doing this again?” Jake asked curiously.
“He’s jealous of Poe Dameron.”
“I’m not jealous of Poe fucking Dameron.”
Steven chewed his lip as the swear word fell from his lips, making his words too close to a lie. He wasn’t jealous per se, he just didn’t understand it. Was it his tight pants? The charm? The spirit of adventure? The sense of ease and control he seemed to have? Did you want somebody more adventurous than him? Steven glared at the costume on his bed once more as if it were the man himself before snatching it up to wear.
Steven gave control of the body to Jake to help with styling his unruly curls. Marc had offered to slick them in place like he usually did, but Jake had threatened him with bodily harm. Steven wasn’t sure how well that would work since it would hurt all three of them, but he was sure Jake had his ways. So he’d wait quietly in the headspace while Jake had styled his hair. Once he was finished and fronting again, he stepped in front of the mirror, only to gasp at his reflection. Poe Dameron of the resistance looked back at him, if a little wide eyed. He dropped his eyebrows and took on an expression Marc frequently used, and the image was complete. He turned in the mirror, taking in just how much like Poe he looked, right down to the too-tight pants.
“Do you feel better now?” Marc asked snidely. He knew what this whole exercise was for; for Steven to assure himself that you didn’t like Poe better than him. And now he had gone and become Poe.
“A bit yeah,” Steven answered softly. He finally got it.
“Unless you want our girl to know what you’re doing, you should change. She should be home soon,” Jake pointed out.
Almost right on cue, the keys sounded in the door, signaling your arrival home. Steven panicked. You were never supposed to find out about this foray into cosplay this early. He didn’t want you to think he was weird for dressing as Poe. In an attempt to appear casual, Steven threw himself onto the bed and crossed his feet at the ankle, and attempted to relax.
“That’s not going to work, dumbass,” Marc hissed from the mirror.
“It was this or try to make it to the loo to change,” Steven hissed back frantically.
You were on the phone with your best friend, listening to her complain about her latest beau. This one seemingly didn’t pay enough attention to her. Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and dropped your keys in the bowl by the door. Walking further into the flat, you’re surprised to find Steven not at his desk or on the sofa. That meant that he’d probably needed a midday pick me up so you headed toward the bed with your phone pressed against your ear.
What you saw had you hanging up on your friend mid sentence as your mouth dropped open. Poe Dameron in your bed. You’d had a dream like this once before you met Steven, but in it he’d been trying to offer you the galaxy.
“Steven? Is that you or am I dreaming?” you asked tentatively, taking a step toward the bed.
“Yes, it’s me, love,” Steven said, starting to fidget under your gaze because of your intense gaze. Disbelief mixed with an undercurrent of something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Is there a reason you’re dressed as Poe Dameron, in my bed no less?”
“You kept saying I was identical to him and I wanted to see it for myself,” he confessed softly, looking down. “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon. I wasn’t planning for you to see me in this.”
“Why not, sweet boy?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was weird dressing as–” Steven’s words were cut off by you flinging yourself on top of him frantically searching for his lips. When you found them, you kissed and nipped at them eagerly, trying to ease his fears that you thought he was weird. Steven pulled his lips away from you, leaving you feeling vaguely abandoned and confused. “You really don’t think it’s weird?”
“Steven, you're dressed as my favorite Star Wars character. The only thing I’m thinking is ‘why didn’t we do this sooner’ and ‘how easy are those pants to get out of’,” you told him darkly. You pushed him backward onto the bed and straddled his waist, effectively silencing any further protests.
You pulled your top and bra off, throwing the flimsy articles of clothing somewhere in the depths of your room and guiding Steven’s hands to your breasts. His large warm hands kneaded at your sensitive flesh, tugging at your stiff nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Each tug pulled a soft moan from your lips, the sound at odds with how frantically you were trying to pull his shirt off.
“Slow down, love, I’m not going anywhere,” Steven assured you. “Don’t you want to take your time with the best pilot in the Resistance?”
In lieu of answering, you gave a sharp tug on his shirt, sending the few buttons securing it scattering across the room with little pings before pushing the fabric off his shoulders. You attached your lips to Steven’s neck, sucking deep marks into his skin everywhere you could reach, laving over each spot with your tongue before moving on to the next. Once Steven’s neck and chest were a map of your lip prints, you shifted down between his spread legs.
For the first time, the dual belts Poe wore seemed like a cruel joke instead of a funny one. You fiddled with the belts and the thigh holster before giving a frustrated huff. Steven laughed softly when you couldn’t get the belts off his hips, drawing a glare from you.
“Come on, love, let me take care of you,” he told you softly while he pulled you back to the top of the bed. He flipped you so that he could kneel between your legs and look down on you. “My poor, needy girl needs her Poe to take care of her, huh?”
You gave a frantic nod as Steven tugged your pants off, dropping them off the side of the bed and knelt between your legs. He kissed his way up your thighs, focusing on the sensitive spots that you liked the most, kissing and nibbling at your sensitive skin. When he reached the junction between your legs, he was unsurprised to find a damp spot on your panties. He ran his finger over your panty covered slit with a soft smirk on his swollen lips.
“Permission to explore your cockpit,” Steven asked softly. He flipped off the mirrors when twin groans sounded behind him. He knew it was cheesy but it wasn’t for them. It was for you.
“Granted,” you told him with a small snicker. The line was lame and anybody else would have never been able to pull it off but Steven kneeling between your legs dressed as Poe could have asked you to strut down the street naked and you’d be hard pressed to find a reason to deny him.
At your approval, Steven pulled your panties off and with a smirk pocketed them. “The best pilot in the resistance needs his trophies.” He assured you before laying himself between your legs again. Steven was watching your face as he dragged two fingers over your exposed pussy. He brushed his fingers over your clit, drawing a pleased sigh from you, making him do it again, this time with a smirk on his lips. When he guided his fingers to his mouth, you almost moaned out loud at how sexy he looked sucking your juices off his fingers.
You arched your hips upward with a soft needy moan. When you whined, Steven gave you a brilliant smile and pushed himself between your legs again, this time applying his tongue to you. He licked across your slit slowly, basking in the little moans that fell from your lips while he ate you out slowly and thoroughly. He fastened his lips over your clit and gave a harsh suck that set you twitching against him. He pulled his fingers into his mouth again, this time slicking them with spit before pushing them into your sopping cunt, earning another sigh of pleasure.
“Faster,” you pleaded softly. You felt so full with his fingers stuffed in you but the slow drag was making you come apart. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes while he slowly dragged his fingers in and out of you, his thumb ghosting over your clit. “Steven, please, I need more.”
“Who?” Steven asked, giving you a dark smile and cocking his head to the side at you.
“Poe?” You asked tentatively.
“That’s it, love,” Steven answered, he pitched his voice low, sending a shiver up your spine. “Ask me again.”
“Poe, please, I need more,” you begged him softly.
“Good girl.”
Steven sped up his strokes into your dripping pussy, brushing his fingers along your g-spot and clit in a coordinated push and pull of pleasure. You gripped the sheets tightly in your fists while your orgasm built, leaving the taste of metal in your mouth and stars forming the edges of your vision. Steven pressed his face between your legs again and gave a harsh suck to your clit sending you over the edge with a debauched moan. He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before pulling his fingers free of your cunt with a small wet squelch.
Steven took the time to suck his fingers clean again while he watched your chest heave. Once he was satisfied, he made quick work of freeing his hard cock from the thick cargo pants he wore. Getting himself out of the double belted pants was proving to be near impossible with how badly he needed you.
Steven lifted your legs on his broad shoulders and lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you with a quick snap of his hips filling you in one smooth motion. He held still in you until you shifted your hips with a whine, trying to make him move. Steven started a fast pace, gripping your hips hard while you moaned loudly. You lifted your hips meeting his thrusts and forcing him deeper in your pussy, filling you to the brim. The roughness of the pants he wore and the feel of the belt hanging loose by his hips enhanced the sensations while he fucked you, pushing you closer to your second orgasm of the night swiftly.
Steven’s fingers found your clit, where he rubbed tight fast circles at the sensitive bud. His actions sent you careening into your orgasm with a scream of pleasure. When he felt you clench around him, Steven couldn't hold back anymore and was cumming with you. All he could do was lean down and moan into your lips as he filled you with ropes of hot cum. The orgasm was powerful enough to take his breath away and once both of you were spent, he gently lowered your legs and collapsed on top of you. He was breathing heavily while he tried to calm his heart rate.
“Was that okay?” Steven asked tentatively. “I mean, the role play and everything?”
“It was bloody amazing, but the double belt went from a good fashion choice to a cruel joke,” you breathed out. You pulled him down and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
Steven glanced at the mirror for a second listening intently to what Marc and Jake had to say, whatever he heard made him smile widely at you.
“Marc says he wants the flight suit added to the roster next, and Jake says he wants to get a First Order uniform,” Steven said with a smile. “They say it’s not fair that I get to have all the fun with Poe.”
You blinked at Steven in shock. A flight suit and a First Order uniform. Your men were going to stop your heart at this rate just by the sheer virtue of them all roleplaying Poe for you. “I’m glad you three seem to have gotten over your dislike for Poe. You’re going to fuck me until I walk funny at this rate, dressing like him.”
“That’s the plan, love. We’re going to make you show us just how much you love Poe Dameron,” Steven said sweetly. Now that he understood just how much power he held as Poe, he was going to take advantage of it.
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I WANT TO SPANK HIM SO BAD 🫦 and I want to see coryo in cute pink stockings :(
Can we all take a moment to appreciate that the font color in this ask matches the subject because I freaking love that! Also yes yes yes anon, it's about time for Coryo to wear some girly stuff
nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader
Your job had sent you to another conference, but luckily you got home earlier, just to find Coryo standing in front of the large bedroom mirror wearing nothing but your red stilettos and the new hot pink stockings you had bought the other day.
He was twirling around and watching himself in contempt, his manhood hanging freely since he was wearing nothing else. The boy seemed so carried away that he didn't even notice you entering the room.
You approached him silently and to his horror he only noticed your presence when you stood behind him. The boy froze in place trying to cover his manhood as if you hadn't seen it a million times before. His eyes were wide in terror, but you also noticed a hint of curiosity about what we're gonna do about it.
“Turns out you're also a sissy boy, Coriolanus… Couldn't say that I'm surprised,” you spoke in a slightly mocking tone, running your hands up his sides. The boy shivered as you twisted his nipples, biting in the crook of his neck playfully, making sure it would leave a dark mark.
“I-I didn't…” Coryo was about to come up with some bullshit explanation but you cut him off.
“Oh you did… You did borrow my things without my permission. You know what you deserve for that?”
“A punishment?” He asked innocently.
“Well at least you're a smart boy,” you said as you sat on the side of the bed and patted on your thigh motioning him to approach.
“C’mere! Lay down on my lap!” You instructed.
Coryo was about to step out of your stilettos, but you shook your head, letting him know that you wanted him to leave them on.
The boy obeyed and laid himself across your lap, his ass up and his stiletto clad feet swinging freely in the air.
You could feel his heart pounding in his chest waiting for what surely was about to come, but you were in no rush.
Your hand caressed his pale silky skin, feeling the lovely curve of his perky butt under your palm. Then you brought it up and back down in a swift move.
Coryo kept quiet, apparently wanting to play the tough guy this time. But you succeeded to elicit a quiet whimper out of him by repeating your move on the same butcheek this time with more force.
You spanked his left butcheek again and again at a monotone pace until the color of his skin matched the stockings that he was wearing.
Then you turned to his other butcheek and repeated the same routine. Coryo tried to keep composed, clenching his jaw and letting out only a little squeak here and there. You weren't satisfied by that.
After making his right cheek match the color of the left one, you started slapping them both at a rapid pace, using a non existing pattern. Finally Coryo let go of his stoic act and you heard him making a series of whines, whimpers and cute little “ows” that sounded like music to your ears.
You felt his cock pressing against your thigh and it grew harder with each second.
“Mommy, it stings,” Coryo whined.
“Good,” you replied, taking a small pause to grab him by the hair and yank his head back. You noticed a single tear running down his flushed cheek and it sent a jolt of arousal to your pussy.
You let go of his hair and kept spanking his ass that was now deliciously red, the tone now looking more similar to the stilettos he was wearing.
“Too much…” Coryo whispered and your hand slid between his thighs.
“Oh really?” You taunted him, fondling his balls and then wrapping your hand around his rock hard member and giving it a few lazy strokes.
“Looks like your cock might say otherwise, huh?”
Coryo panted heavily, the feeling of pain being suddenly replaced by your warm grip around his cock elicited a desperate moan.
“So good, mommy…” he hummed.
“Don't get too carried away,” you teased, letting go of his member and getting back to the spanking routine, this time even harsher than before. This was supposed to be a punishment after all.
Coryo let out a sharp whine, gripping at the sheets next to him, so desperately he almost tore them off the bed.
You felt like an artist putting a few last touches to your artwork that was his ass, all burning red in a delicious contrast with his pale white skin.
When it looked good enough for your taste you finally let Coryo off your lap and enjoyed the pained expression on his face as he was sitting down on the couch. His cock was achingly hard and he rushed to get some relief only for you to slap his hand away.
“Nuh-uh! No touching! You really thought I was gonna let you cum?”
“Please…” Coryo whined realizing you were about to drag this out just for your own sadistic pleasure.
“I'm hungry and I’m gonna go make some dinner now. And you are gonna sit down nicely keeping your hands to yourself and letting me marvel at you wearing those lovely pink stockings that look so good on you.”
Coryo looked down at his cock, his tip leaking, so pink and desperate.
You let out a soft giggle.
“And if you behave, maybe I will decide to have that pretty dick of yours for a dessert.”
#thank you for the ask#and sorry that it took like seven business days to do it#unfortunately i have a job#coriolanus snow#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#thg#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#thg tbosas#blurb#cts ask
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Stress Toy
18+ MDNI
I’ve been so busy finishing my degree that I forgot I actually love writing! Here’s a short smutty fic I wrote to get back in the swing of it! Read on AO3 here or under the cut <3
Swiss/Rain/Phantom
Tags: free use, threesome, praise kink, spitroasting, hair-pulling, choking, brief mention of self-lubrication, implied poly!ghouls (outside of them straight up fucking)
Phantom leaned heavily against the counter as he swung open the fridge door. They'd all arrived home from tour less than ten minutes ago, with Phantom beelining for the den's kitchen. He'd previously been able to hear siblings moving between the busses and the equipment storage rooms, but the ministry had since fallen silent. At least, that's what Phantom was taking for granted in his hungry and exhausted state.
Suddenly, two large hands found themselves around his waist. Phantom jumped lightly which prompted a dark chuckle from behind him.
"Hey bug." Swiss lowly spoke, a smirk clear in his voice. "Good to be home, huh?"
"Yeah..." Phantom breathed out. He'd meant to say more, but his thoughts were derailed when he felt Swiss's grip tighten around his slim waist. He could now feel Swiss's breath dusting his neck and shoulders as he leant down to pepper gentle kisses along the skin left out of his t-shirt. A purr kicked up in the smaller ghoul's chest as the kisses became more intense. Fangs started grazing along his soft grey skin and he found himself being pulled into Swiss's growing bulge.
"Satanas that bus is tiny with all of us in there. So cramped. I'm aching, sweetheart." Swiss croons into Phantom's neck. He ran his plump lips up the side until he found his pointed ear, nipping it before whispering directly into it, "You gonna help me relax, baby?"
Phantom whined lightly, his head rolling back onto Swiss's shoulder. He brought his hand up to grip Swiss's curls as a warm hand moved teasingly down his body, ending on his rapidly hardening dick and giving it a squeeze. Phantom couldn't see his face, but didn't need to to know that his trademark smile had spread across his face. Swiss hooked his fingers into the top of the smaller ghoul's sweatpants and tugged them down under his ass. He then unzipped his jeans, freeing just enough of himself to get a hand on his dick. Without warning, he moved his free hand to the centre of Phantom's back and pushed. Once Phantom caught himself onto his elbows, he arched his back and tried to rub up against Swiss. The larger ghoul leant forward just enough to spit on his already-wet hole, before lining up and slowly pushing in, making Phantom gasped quietly. Swiss shortly bottomed out with a grunt, grinding against Phantom's ass as his hands found his hips once again.
"P-please!" Phantom whimpered, already panting slightly.
"Only because you asked so nice." Came the reply before Swiss dutifully started pounding into him. Swiss used his harsh grip on his hips to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Phantom's head dropped forward, his dark hair falling over his face. With every stroke, he let out little ah sounds which only served to spur Swiss on.
"C'mon guys, you couldn't have even made it into someone's room?" Rain groaned from the doorway. Phantom's head jerked up, craning his neck to look at Rain. Swiss acted like he hadn't even heard him.
"S-s-sorry Rai-ain." Phantom's voice stuttered with each hard thrust. Rain tsked and stepped closer, pushing the wavy locks out of his face before holding his chin gently.
"Doesn't he just have the cutest puppy-dog eyes?" Chuckled Swiss, slowing down to talk. Rain cocked his head before replying, his eyes never leaving Phantom.
"Yes he does. His mouth is so pretty too."
"I'm always happy to share my toys, Rain, you know that." Rain smiled in response, but it looked distinctly ominous to Phantom. Too much sharp teeth, he thought. Any further thoughts were interrupted by Swiss's hand grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him up. Rain looked thoughtfully at the two, Phantom now squirming against Swiss's hairy chest as the latter ground up into him. Rain unzipped his own jeans, before letting them and his boxers fall to the ground and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. He leant back casually and grabbed himself at the base. Swiss used his grip on Phantom's hair to push him down towards Rain's cock. He opened his mouth immediately and gazed up at Rain.
"Aww, so obedient. Such a good boy." Rain cooed as Phantom took the head into his mouth. The praise drew an involuntary whine from the back of Phantom's throat.
"Fuck, he liked that. I fucking felt him squeeze around me." Observed Swiss, picking his pace back up. As soon as he brought both of his hands back to Phantom's waist, Rain's cool hands drifted to replace them. His grip was softer than Swiss's, gently guiding him down his dick. He sighed as he felt Phantom start to moan around his length.
"Just like that, Phant. Doing so well for us." The force of Swiss's pounding was pushing him rhythmically down his dick, but Rain pushed his head further down anyway making him gag slightly. His head had lolled back and his eyes fallen shut once Phantom had really started sucking, but he opened his eyes to gaze down at his partners. Phantom staring up at him, full of tears and admiration. Swiss had his eyes lasered on where his and Phantom's bodies joined, brow furrowed in pleasure. Short gasps were escaping his open mouth. Rain watched as he leaned forward and his hand disappeared under Phantom, whose head flung backwards with a feminine moan. His eyes shut tightly before he started babbling incoherently.
"Please, please, please, Swiss-that's, ah, so sensitive-" Rain slipped off the counter to kneel in front of Phantom. From here, he could see Swiss's large hand flying over his dick. Palming himself at the sight, he grabbed Phantom's throat, choking him. His eyes opened again to make contact with Rain's as he whimpered.
"Eyes on me while you cum, baby. Cum all over Swiss's hand, that's right. Just let go." Ever obedient, Phantom did as he was told as he painted Swiss's knuckles white. Rain eased up on his throat as his orgasm washed over him, letting him catch his breath again. Swiss, however, sped up his pace, groaning at the feeling of him pulsing around his thick cock.
"You think you can take me again, babyboy?" Rain mumbled into his skin as he kissed Phantom's cheek, who nodded absently in response. His mouth was open again before Rain could even stand back up. This time, Rain held his head and fucked his face. Phantom was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being pounded into from both ends, his spent dick perking back up.
"Such a fucking slut, just letting us use you however we want, huh?" Swiss growled, his claws beginning to break the skin on Phantom's hips.
"Ah, shit- he's so well-behaved," Rain panted, "being so good for us". Phantom whined loudly around his dick as he came again. As he did, a jolt of quintessence unconsciously left his body, sending both Swiss and Rain over the edge immediately. Swiss leant forward as he did, moaning curse words into Phantom's skin. Rain's hand tightened in his hair and he made a noise like a squeak, tugging Phantom until his nose met his pelvic bone. The three of them stayed like that for a minute before gently pulling out. Phantom's knees buckled before Swiss caught him with a strong arm. His sweatpants had fallen down around his ankles, so Swiss used a free hand to pull them back up before maneuvering him around for a kiss.
"Thank you, bug. I feel much better now." Swiss whispered into his soft lips. Phantom purred happily as Rain cuddled in.
"Our sweet boy." He murmured into Phantom's hair, gently squeezing Swiss's arm as he did which earned him his own kiss from the multi ghoul. Phantom's eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to the affectionate whispers of his partners.
#ghost band#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#swiss ghoul#swiss army ghoul#rain ghoul#phatom ghoul#aeon ghoul#ghost band smut#ghost smut#nameless ghoul smut#nameless ghouls smut
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@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*
(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):
You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.
You don’t know how much longer you can take it.
“Y/N? Are you alright?”
You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.
“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?”
“Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.
“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.
“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.”
Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”
He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.
“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”
“S-See you tomorrow…”
You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.
Like metal.
You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.
You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.
Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.
You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.
You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.
Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.
#i am thinking. not comprehensively. but I’m thinking.#i thought y/n having a notebook of ideas would be pretty funn#considering they'd have to write down everything they learn all over again at the beginning of each loop#it's especially fun when you consider how many traumatizing memories they'd force themselves to recall#just to try to remember details that could help them#time loop#timeloop au#dca au#fnaf dca au#dca fic#my fic#my fic post
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Kinktober Day 8: Primal
Primal [Eyeless Jack X GN!AfabReader]
[Warnings: primal, outdoor sex, biting, knotting, marking, creampie, MINORS DNI]
[AN: All filler no thriller. Thanks Sharkie. 1380 words <3.]
Reblogs are appreciated!
Kinktober Masterlist
You can hear your heart as it hammers in your chest while the feeling of the earth scratches at your face and your outstretched arms. It smells like a crisp Autumn night with the moon high in the sky and owls hooting off in the distance. If it wasn’t for the branches breaking under your hurried steps and your breathing panting, betraying your location, it would have been peaceful and serene.
He’s gaining on you. The sound of growls, hisses, deep panting and claws scratching along the blanketed ground inspire a certain fear in your heart.
You just barely look over your shoulder before you feel his overwhelming presence as it barrels towards you. “Oh fuck!” You screech as the large mass cuts through the shadows cast by lingering moonlight to pounce on top of you. He smells like musk and the soil after it’s rained, and he drools slightly on top of you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Your breath hitches as you watch him take a deep breath and crane his head downwards to your neck. You’re praying he doesn’t rip out your throat - this isn’t the Jack you’re madly in love with - he’s clouded with a lust beyond human belief and a damn near insatiable hunger.
His tongue pokes out from his ashy grey lips to lap at your neck. Amusingly, he traces it along your jugular while another tongue juts out to lick at your jaw. His clawed fingers scratch deep, deep into the ground before one retracts itself out to grasp at you.
The grains of soil under his claws stick to your clothes, just barely damp as he keeps you pinned down before he reaches at your pants. Wasting no time, Jack pulls them down. He hisses at you when you push at his chest and barely holds back his smile at seeing your lips stifle down a giggle. Your legs spread for him once he’s got them off, but his touch is still rough and demanding as if you’re not moving fast enough for him. He reaches between his legs and pulls his cock out. You don’t really even need to see it to know it’s big. You’ve taken him on before, and he always manages to split you in half, and that’s not even considering the knot that he likes to shove in you at the last second.
His finger bends at the knuckle and traces your slit a few moments or so as if to get a feel for you and how soft you are. He groans deeply and spreads your lips to reveal your glistening hole before pressing the head of his cock to it. Jack’s lips fall open in a long groan as he finally sinks inside of you. Thick, almost too thick to handle with slight ribbing, his cock isn’t human and he loves to remind you of that. He feels your nails dig into his hoodie covered back before they bunch the fabric up. He knows that he’s the only thing grounding you to this earth as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of you.
“Jack,” you keen in pain and pleasure as your head tips back. It’s so cold outside, but your body feels like it’s on fire. You grasp at him harder while you swing your legs upwards and latch around his waist.
Jack’s eye sockets widen as if he’s surprised at the action, and from there, all gentleness has been thrown out the window to instead invite in his much more animalistic nature. He pulls his hips back and swings deep inside of you to let his knot thickly press against you and brush your clit before he pounds back. He grunts a few times and presses his teeth against your neck, not caring if you can handle him like this or not.
You can’t breathe, or at least, it feels like you can’t. Your hole squeezes around his cock like a boa constrictor, just trying to get more and more friction from him. You can’t think straight as you shamelessly moan and cry out for him. “Fuck!” You scream. “Fuck, you’re so deep-!” You cut yourself off with another loud cry of pleasure. The muscles in your legs are taught as you squeeze around him and angle your hips in just the right way so he hilts nearly every thrust.
One of Jack’s hands prop him up right so he doesn’t entirely fall on top of you while the other gropes at your ass. He squeezes, not caring if his claws sink into your soft, heated flesh. He’s marking you now. His mouth and teeth are leaving flowers on your skin, things that bloom beautifully under his touch to tell the whole world who you belong to and who will always have claim over you. Jack’s heart is pounding in his chest and beating damn near in sync with yours if you didn’t keep elevating with every thrust. His balls slap against your ass. They’re heavy and full of his cum.
You squeeze your eyes shut when the pleasure almost gets to be too much. You can still smell the forest he’s fucking you into the floor of and can certainly feel it beneath you, but it doesn’t matter. Your cunt is fluttering around his thick cock, and your body is practically begging for him to knot you. “Jack, Jack,” you begin to plead like he’s the only thing you would ever even consider praying for, “please knot me. I want you to knot me. Fill me up and make me yours. Knot me-!” You almost sound pathetic, the way you beg for him. You watch briefly as Jack’s ears twitch like he’s amused with how needy and helpless you are beneath him before his thrusts grow sloppier.
He grits his teeth together before reaching his lips up to your ear. “Then cum and show me how badly you fucking want it.” Jack’s husky whisper sends shivers down your spine. He sounds a bit desperate for you to admit it, and he could barely choke the words out. The eyeless man thrusts hard against you, making you feel smaller and smaller by the second before he feels your fluttering pick up.
You can hardly hold on. He’s too big, imposing, and the pleasure is far too bountiful. Your head tilts back and you scream for him, a white hot pain filling your overworked cunt as he stuffs his knot inside of you. It’s not easy, you can feel him struggling to fit it in because of how tight you are before your body devours him whole and takes him to a depth you didn’t even think possible. You tremble beneath him as the pleasure explodes like fireworks and sends your vision hazy. Everything shifts and extends, some of it seeming to dance in a breeze that did not exist as Jack continues to fuck you through your high. You moan for him, soft, high pitched, just to let him know your body can still take more of him and deeply craves him.
Jack roars as his body contorts and cages around you, his knot being pushed deep, deep inside of you as he fills you with his cum. Rope after rope, it feels like he turned on a faucet with warm, almost hot water with the consistency of cream. He ruts against you a few times as if to push his cum even deeper against your cervix while his teeth bite into your neck. He pants, chest heaving as his balls throb against you and his cock remains buried inside of you. It seems that he has no plans of even trying to untangle the two of you as long as his body keeps unloading deep inside of you.
You moan out softly in the lingering ecstacy of his body pressed flush against yours. His cock pulses and twitches with every spurt of cum it has to offer. You can feel his balls throb against your ass and can tell he’s nowhere close to being empty. “Are you-”
Jack sneers at you before he rolls his hips forward followed with a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth for snapping slightly. He’s not done with you, not by a long shot.
#eyeless jack#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack smut#creepypasta smut#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta headcanon#eyeless jack headcanon#minors dni
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Blood Thirsty
Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader
Inspired by this post by @rickswh0r3
Warnings: blood, smut, feral horny Rick
A/N: somewhat made-up scenario. I just wanted Rick feral
(Woo! My first Rick Grimes fic and it's a smutty little number. Enjoy!)
Breathing heavy I shoved my knife into the nearest guy who was attempting to steal from us. I turned to Rick.
He was surrounded by 4 others, closing in. I started to run over to help. I got halfway when he'd already taken out two of them, breathing heavy and grunting with each hit he was landing as he swung his knife up into the jaw of one man. He gurgled and collapsed, clutching his throat before going still. The last man took a swing at Rick but Rick was faster, he ducked and at the same time swung his fist up into the man's jaw. There was a crack as his teeth broke, blood spewing from his mouth. He stumbled and fell but Rick got on top of him and punched his face, again, again. He was almost yelling incoherently with each hit. Then, silence as Rick stood.
The only sound was our heavy breaths as Rick stared at the bodies around us, his back hunched, grunting slightly. I hardly recognised him. His face and clothes were covered in blood, hair dripping with sweat. He looked a mess but also the sexiest I'd ever seen him.
His eyes reached mine and in three large steps he was in front of me, hands cupping my face, his lips crashed against mine, fast, hungry, teeth clashing. My arms reached instinctively up to hold him close. My heart pounded harder against my chest.
He tasted of blood and sweat but I kissed back vehemently too, craving more of him. He groaned into my mouth and moved an arm to wrap tightly around my waist. He seemed animalistic in the way he clung to me, like he was in heat.
In seconds his bloodied hands were taking off my shirt and on my breasts. He eyed me hungrily, feeling like prey beneath his stare but I was weak to it, to him, I'd give him whatever he wanted.
He turned away to pull open the back door of our car before grabbing me and almost shoving me inside. He stood at the door and hurriedly undid his belt, releasing his erection and I started taking my jeans off but again, Rick was too quick and he yanked them down to my ankles, lifting my legs.
Then he was inside me, not giving me any time to adjust as he relentlessly pounded into me, hard. I moaned loudly as his cock filled me and pumped into me. His hands gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise but I didn't care one bit.
He leaned over me in the car, lifting my legs over his head and pressing down to kiss me. He half-climbed into the car to get deeper inside and I moaned loudly with each thrust. He grunted against my lips, the metal smell of blood filling my nose.
He lifted a hand to rub circles into my sensitive clit. My cries of pleasure grew louder as my orgasm was already growing. All too soon my walls clenched as my orgasm washed over me, quickly followed by Rick filling me with his cum. He half collapsed onto me, groaning even heavier than before.
A few seconds later, when the high came down he looked up into my eyes, shooting me a cheeky smile and a quick eyebrow raise.
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