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Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 || Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping
Eddie Lives AU/ Roommates; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Roommates (living with their older relatives), Swearing, Cramped Quarters, Sexual Frustration, Threat of Destruction of Property (poor Sweetheart the electric guitar, she’s done nothing wrong), Dry Humping, Magic Wand Vibrator, Slight Choking, Squirting
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You didn't hate him– you just hated everything around him. Living with Eddie Munson and his uncle Wayne meant less room in the trailer, more messes that you alone were expected to clean, and zero privacy. Your aunt originally invited Wayne and "his boy" as she called him to stay with you and her, but when an eviction notice came unexpectedly, the lot of you had been forced to return to Forest Hill for housing– right back into the infamous scene of Chrissy Cunningham's death.
Some changes had been made– A loft was built on top of the trailer with enough room for one queen sized bed that your aunt and his uncle traded. Meanwhile, the actual trailer's only bedroom had been turned into two via a "privacy curtain" and downsized a lot of things to fit all of you in. Your room held a twin sized mattress and a chest of drawers you used as a desk, and Eddie’s room mirrored yours plus a stack of amps for his electric guitar.
That damn guitar. If he's not jamming in his friends' garage or running D&D on Fridays with those high schoolers, he's strumming that fucking instrument and blasting (quietly if you ask) his music all night. At least he knocks on the privacy wall before he bothers you with something mundane when he can't entertain himself.
Somewhere along the way, after months with no way to relieve your urges, you snapped. Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin when you throw the folding curtain aside and stomp into his space.
"What'd I do? What'd I do?!"
You grab his ankles and drag him down the bed and he gets lost in the blanket he was curled up in. You catch his guitar before it hits the dirty floor and hold it over your head much to Eddie's dismay. His eyes become saucers and his face gets stern.
"Don't," he hisses with one hand out as if to placate a rabid animal.
Unperturbed, you sneer. "It's Thursday. Don't you have somewhere else to be?!"
Eddie shrugs. "We– I… one of my buddies was forced to go camping. We- we can't play without the drums."
You grit your teeth, unsatisfied. "So do something else. Somewhere else!"
"I-I-I," Eddie sputters as he watches your nails dig into his precious baby. "Like what? Where do you want me to go?!"
"Outside, Eddie!," you scream.
"Why?!"
…you uh, don't know how to answer that. In fact, you were banking on simply scaring him so bad he left without question, yet here you are. He wasn't being loud today. He wasn't making a mess or bothering you for once. He was just there and he could hear everything, just like you could hear everything he does in his room– especially the private stuff.
"Just– " you sigh and use your head to support the guitar you were holding as your arms grow tired. "An hour. I just want an hour alone. Is that too much to ask?"
Eddie looks at you sympathetically. "... I wish I could, but uh… I actually can't just go outside and loiter like I used to..."
Oh fuck, you forgot. Munson was legally cleared of murdering the cheerleader (you wouldn't have believed it anyway not since you met him, the scared little lay about) but that didn't mean their weren't people still hunting him. No other suspects were arrested for it, the cause of her death was still unknown.
You tossed Eddie his guitar back and worried your lip trying to come up with an alternative. Maybe you could take your vibrator, a towel, and his van to an empty parking lot. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but, you would be way more comfortable doing it at home. You can’t just ignore it anymore, it’s consuming your every thought and ruining your panties…
“Is there… something else I can help you with?,” he asks warily.
You know what he means– you know! But you can’t stop from shifting your feet and rubbing your thighs together just to provide some relief. You try glaring meanly at him but it feels a lot more sexually charged than it should be and unfortunately, Eddie looks like he’s catching on to your dilemma.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “You want alone time to… oh!”
You roll your eyes and turn to go back to your room but he stops you. "Hey wait! I could still… I could still help you with that too. If– if you want…"
You look over Eddie. Before you busted down the wall between your rooms, he had been relaxing. His hair was tied up, wearing the gray shirt you were secretly obsessed with because it was Unnaturally Soft, and barefoot. You reach down to rip the blanket off him, revealing for a split second that he was only wearing boxers before he shielded his modesty with the base of his guitar.
Well, he did look delectable like this. And you were desperate at this point. "There are going to be rules."
Eddie furrows his brow as you disappear into your room, only to return a moment later wielding an object he had only seen in pornos and sex shops. "Rule one," you say as you point the vibrator at him menacingly, "never ever ever speak about this to anyone."
"Done, our secret." Eddie's eyes follow you as you saunter towards him and swiftly straddle his hips. “Anything else?”
You reach down and accidentally flash him your cleavage before jamming his guitar in his arms. “Rule two, don’t look at me and keep playing.”
“Ok– UGM.” You sit on his hips and feel the hump of his ‘boy bits’ against your sex– both lightly clothed in cotton. “Any requests?”
“Know anything with a semi-sensual bass line?,” your voice comes in a sigh as you rut against him, feeling yourself grow hotter as you finally feel the beginnings of your game coming to fruition. The first phrases he strums are intensely familiar. “Oh, House of the Rising Sun? You’ve been snooping through my things.”
Eddie shrugs and turns his eyes to the ceiling as per the second rule. “Hardly snooping if you leave your cassettes in my van.”
He grunts and closes his eyes, his fingers skipping over a note as you rut again and set your vibrator to the lowest setting. You can feel his thighs stiffen under your ass as you pull the top of your dress down and bare your hardening nipples to tease them.
Your eyes drift closed as you feel everything. “Fuck Eddie.”
The man hums in response and you both hissed as the vibrator made contact with your clit and the base of his hardening cock. In an instant, two clammy hands grasp your hips and forced you up.
"Stop," Eddie begged, "hang on, I need…"
You catch yourself from falling on him with a hand on his pillow and pause. Eddie is panting as he reaches into his boxers (not minding a few wet spots) to settle his cock against his belly and hooking the waistband under his balls. Obediently, his hands return to his guitar and he nods at you.
"Ok I'm good, you can–"
You snapped his underwear back into its rightful place halfway up his cock and Eddie almost screamed, his eyes pricking with tears and veins bulging in his neck. He glares at you with more malice than you thought he was capable of and he forces you to sit down on his hips before returning his eyes to the ceiling.
"Nice tits," he growls.
"I know," you chuckle and resume your minstrations.
Eddie's guitar picks up where he left off. You continue rocking your hips and return the bulky vibrating wand to stimulate your clit, even brushing the sensitive frenelum of Eddie’s cockhead with the wand and loving the way he bucks up into you. The coil in your gut tightens harshly and you feel something unexpected but exciting building with it.
You hum long and low in your throat. "Keep playing, Eddie."
"'M trying," he groans, "getting close."
Your wand dies unexpectedly and you quickly toss it aside with a huff. "Just keep playing. Fuck, Eddie…"
He loves the way his name sounds, and when you say it like that… he misses the E string again and holds his guitar up to his neck. The last thing he wants is to come all over his precious Sweetheart, even if it annoys you. He tries strumming the melody from up high. It sounds a little out of tune and he catches you smiling (your eyes are closed, or you'd scold him for breaking your rules).
"Thought you said you learned Master of Puppets in 30 days," you tease, "but now you can't play four bars on repeat. S'matter, pussy too good?"
Eddie grips his guitar roughly. "Can feel how wet you are…" and see your pretty chest swaying. He shuts his eyes tight. Your threats are rarely empty and he needs to come, he'll die if he doesn't.
"Oh shhh–"
Eddie hits himself in the face trying to thrust Sweetheart out of the splash zone. He growls as streams of pearly white fluid pools in his belly button and paint streaks across his shirt, even tiny droplets splash under his chin. Your movements milk every drop out of him, and as soon as he cracks an eye open, he sees you triumphantly admiring your handy work.
"Fuck," Eddie hisses as his cock throbs one more time and everything starts to feel overly sensitive. "Too much, too much."
Reluctantly, you stop rocking and stare down your nose at Eddie. He knows what you're thinking already and tries to dissuade you with a firm hand on your hips.
"Just need to catch my breath," he pleads. "Why don't you take this off before it gets ruined?"
His fingers gently tug on the sun dress pooling around your hips. In truth, he wants to be able to see more of you, and you oblige his suggestion with seductive grace. Now it's just you and two layers of cotton underwear sitting on his softening cock and empty sack. He sets his guitar just off the bed and helps you adjust your placement for better friction.
"Pick that up," you command. "I didn't say you could stop playing."
Eddie sighs, "yes ma'am."
He folds his shirt in half to cover his mess and settles Sweetheart back in her place against his ribcage. He glances back at you again as he finally notices the vibrating wand has disappeared.
"Look the other way." Your eyebrows are drawn together and you unconsciously cover your breasts with your hands until he obeys.
It's weird to him that you choose to be shy at this moment. After all, you were downright prideful a moment ago, and he is the only one covered in cum right about now.
"Any other requests? A different song perhaps?"
"Sure…"
Eddie tunes a string that sounded off and begins to play something a little less somber but with a heavy bassline. Sunshine of Your Love fills the space between you and he can hear you smiling through your praise.
"I like this one," you chuckle and begin to rock your hips again, slower this time to build back the momentum you lost.
He's less sensitive now and simply enjoying the feel of you, wanting to get you off like he said he would. Still, it's fun to hear you 1) laugh and 2) like his taste in music. If he could get hard again, he totally would.
It's not long before he feels your warm hands come down on his shoulders for support and it takes every ounce of his control not to look at you. The gentle sighs that fall from your lips come in time with the rising speed of your thrusts against his flaccid junk. Eddie counts to four in his head, bends his knees, and bucks up in perfect time to help you get off.
The prettiest filthiest sound pours out of you halfway between a sob and a sigh. You bite your tongue hard to stop yourself from saying his name again and scold yourself internally for even thinking about it. This isn't about Eddie, this is about getting off. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get there. Not without the wand and not without thinking of Eddie.
"Fuck..." The curse is dripping with frustration and Eddie's heart pangs with sympathy.
Eddie's had enough. You can't finish like this but you are too stubborn to help even yourself. It's time to take over.
You gasp as you suddenly feel Eddie's fingers wrap around your throat. There's a dark look in his eye as he sits up on his elbow, guitar set aside again. It fills you with heat that pools in your gut.
"Come on, princess," Eddie says, his voice low and gravelly, "what's the matter? You want to come, don't you?"
"Ah! Eddie!" One second you're dry humping your roommate, and the next you find yourself on your back with said roommate hovering over you. His rough hand squeezes your wind pipe for a second causing stars to dance in your eyes and his hips press down, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his width. You tell yourself you shouldn’t feel so aroused by this lazy nerd musician.
“If you want me to stop, say the magic word. But before you do–” he tilts his head back and licks his lips. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.”
Eddie thrusts his hips once and you know you’re done for. He’s grown hard again that much is sure, and the way his cock is sandwiched between your soaked folds to brush your clit with his head is enough to make you cry. His thrusts are short and needy, but not because he is desperate– it’s because you are. You know if you asked him to fuck you like a toy, he would happily oblige and you have to bite your tongue to save you from yourself.
“What’s that, baby?” Eddie smugly addresses the punchy whines escaping from you. “I can’t hear so good, did you say you want me to stop?”
“No please!” You cry and dig your nails hard into the hand on your throat to keep him there. “Please don’t stop, Ed, please…”
Satisfaction curls cat-like on his lips. “That’s what I thought you said, sweetheart. Now, who’s making you feel good, baby?”
Oh this asshole, you think, I’m going to kill him someday. “...you are.”
“And what’s my name, princess?”
You roll your eyes internally. “Eddie.”
“Uh-HUH. Eddie who?”
“Eddie fucking Munson!” The devil rewards you with a warm fingered pinch on your exposed bud.
“That’s right! Good girl.” His rhythm is so perfect, you can count it– 120 beats per minute. “And who’s touch are you gonna beg for?”
“Eddie Munson…” Your voice becomes airy and high. Every stroke building like water behind a dam and his toying with your chest sparks like magic.
“And who’s the lucky son of a bitch who’s gonna make you come?”
He speeds up, anticipating your peak, the wall you keep hitting but couldn’t pull yourself over. Instead of answering him with his name, you scream under him and arch your back as stars explode outwards behind your eyes and deep in the pit of your stomach. Fire washes over your skin, then ice as the sweat on your body cools, and a comforting warmth returns as you feel Eddie’s chest covering yours and his head fall into the crook between your neck and your shoulder.
It takes you a few minutes to feel your toes. You cradle the back of his neck craving his contact and forget you ever hated Eddie the freak Munson.
“Thank you,” you whisper sheepishly. “Maybe this is an insane thing to ask but… do you know how fast you were going when you made me come?”
“195,” he mutters matter-of-factly.
The ticklish feeling causes you to laugh. “On a school night? Shame on you.”
The way he nuzzles into your neck fills you with something sweet, until he speaks again with that trademark smugness. “And I made you do a lot more than come, baby.”
You become very aware of the fact that your underwear and the bed beneath you is drenched, like genuinely soaked, swimming in liquid. Even the bottom half of Eddie’s shirt which slipped down while he was over you was wet as well as sticky where his cum was barely dried. You roll your eyes and promise to never let yourself do this again.
Your vow lasts all of two hours.
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Using my roommate like a sex jukebox? Its more likely than you think!
#three bees writing#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x female reader#kinktober 2022 challenge#tppkinktober2022#black reader insert#joseph quinn character fiction
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Welcome to Blood Fest everyone! This is my first writing event so I will be learning as I go so hopefully this all goes well haha. First off I want to thank everyone for spreading the word about Blood Fest from reblogging to telling mutuals, that honestly means so much even if only 2 people do this with me. Everyone is welcome to join in this even if it is just for one week, I just wanted to have some fun in my favourite month.
RULES:
Be fucking nice and supportive or else I will cancel the event as a whole, everyone is welcome with any character or OC
Must use the keywords I provide
Can use one or all of the prompts I provide weekly, have fun mixing them
Please post your story with the tag SFBF so I can see them, as well as other readers and to make sure you're featured on the masterlist with everyone else
This can be a long story or just a paragraph, there is zero pressure and just to have fun
>> MASTERLIST <<
WEEK ONE
prompts: Rope. Teeth. Size. Blood
keywords: Wicked. Rain
WEEK TWO
prompts: Gore. Toys. Fluff. CNC
keywords: Cold. Rapture
WEEK THREE
prompts: Mask. Chains. Bone. Sleep
keywords: Powerless. Fevour
WEEK FOUR
prompts: Claws. Edging. Ice. Knife
keywords: Torment. Stretch
WEEK FIVE:BONUS
Halloween themed creative where you write whatever you want OR take the challenge of writing for my oc Andrei Kulokova
#my writing#BLOOD FEST#horror#writing#prompts#October#slasher#slashers#oc#challenge#goretober#kinktober#2022#slasher fandom#slasher x s/o#slasher x reader#x you
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Oct 18th [DK + Pillow Humping]
[10:54] “I have an idea,” the words were soft and gentle against your lips and you almost didn’t hear them between needy kisses and hands roaming bodies. Maybe Seokmin was mumbling more to himself than you. Or maybe he would decide if you didn’t answer it was fate. But either way you pulled back, nose tip pressing against his and started to catch your breath.
“What’s your idea?”
Seokmin let out a nervous chuckle and you could see just how flushed his face was. He looked away for a moment before gathering his courage and meeting your eye.
“Do you know about pillow humping?”
You cocked your head curiously. “Yeah, did you want to try it? Or have me try it?”
Seokmin shifted a little nervously. “B-Both?”
“Okay,” you tried to give a reassuring smile, finding his nerves after so much time with you endearing. “Which do you want to do first?”
“No I- uh- I mean at the same time.”
“Oh?” Now that was an idea.
“I thought- I-I mean I tried it and liked it. And I don’t know if you’ve tried it but I’ve seen- uh- I know that some girls like it too and I thought it might work to make us both feel good and could be fun.” All the words tumbled quickly from his lips and you realized you hadn’t confirmed that you were very much on board.
“Sounds like a good time,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.
The kiss was quick before he pulled away, looking excited, and grabbed two pillows. He handed one to you and you were quick to kick off your sweats and panties before straddling the soft fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip both from the sensation against your already sensitive pussy and from the sight of Seokmin slipping off his boxers, cock already mostly hard from the intense make-out session.
He blushed more as you devoured him with your gaze, rolling your hips into the pillow and moaning a little which earned a laugh from him, easing some of his tension. He quickly found a comfy position atop his own pillow facing you and close enough to lean in and touch you.
“Okay?” He breathed.
You gave him a brief kiss, starting to move your hips. “Mmm, feels good.”
He pulled back a little bit and you watched his expression shift to something darker as he took in the way your hips moved, grinding against the plush pillow. He bit down on his lip, his own hips starting to move and a muffled groan finding its way to your ears.
It only helped your own arousal. Each little sound he made, the view of the head of his cock, starting to leak pre-cum as he ground into the pillow. All the while your mind started to fill with the thoughts of his cock filling you instead and all of that was making you hotter, making more pleasure burst through you in waves.
“God, you look so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back only for a few moments as his hiccups started to move faster before looking at you again.
“So do you,” you whined. “And your sounds.”
Seokmin was too deep into his own arousal to get too embarrassed by your words. He shifted a bit closer, using one hand to slip up under your shirt and start playing with your chest. You arched into his touch, eyes falling shut and moaning out his name as your hiccups picked up in speed. As the tension started to build in your body you started chasing your high, grabbing onto his bicep and then slipping up to the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer.
Seokmin got the hint, speeding up himself as he crashed his lips against yours. The kisses were messy and wet as both of you got closer and closer. The sounds of your moans were only rivaled by the creaking of the bedsprings under you. You moved your hips even faster as his tongue slipped past your lips amid the kisses.
Seokmin came first, moaning out your name as hot, white strings of cum started to cover the pillow. You followed him over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tension in your body release into a wave of pleasure that had your thighs shaking and your chest heaving as you panted.
You held onto each other, still kissing as you came down from your highs, only breaking apart as the shaking started to subside. You look at him, seeing the pure desire in his gaze and feeling the exact same and seconds later you had knocked him onto his back, straddling him and kissing him feverishly.
#fun fact i did this in 20 minutes cuz i set myself a challenge#if i could finish in time i would go get myself a peach iced tea#i really like peach iced tea#timestamp#kinktober 2022#seventeen imagines#seventeen smut#svt imagines#svt smut#dk imagines#dk smut#dokyeom imagines#dokyeom smut#seokmin imagines#seokmin smut#lee seokmin smut
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Happy Campers (Gerard Way x fem!reader)
kinktober day 23(ish): outdoor sex
Summary: On a camping trip with the guys, Gerard and his girlfriend realise that neither of them are capable of being quiet enough for them to get away with having sex in the tent. Luckily, he has an idea that just might work...
Word count: 2537
Warnings: tiny bit of a Frikey mention?? If you need warning about that?? But I think that’s it.
AN: Hello friends! I’m not dead, look! I’m slowly working my way through the last of the kinktober stories (although personal love life crises, a very annoying dose of the emo flu, and two exams I forgot I had to revise for have certainly made it difficult to write. Oops.)
I mean, maybe you could think of this as a treat, you know? This way, kinktober is actually gonna last wayyy longer than it was intended to. Silver linings and all that.
As night fell, the five of them huddled a little closer around the fire, each warmed more by the beers they’d been drinking than by the poorly crackling embers. Except Mikey - he’d drunk four or five bottles of Sprite instead, and was now feeling a little bit sick. It was pretty obvious that none of them would be awake for much longer: actually finding their way to the campsite (which had been all the more difficult because none of them really knew how to read a map, and the GPS on their phones was painfully slow) had worn them out, and that was before they’d even set the tents up. There were three two-man tents in their little corner of the site: one for (y/n) and Gerard, one for Frank and Mikey, and one for Ray and everyone’s bags.
This was a set up they were all happy with; they’d done it before and it had worked out just fine. Ray liked his own personal space, Frank secretly liked it when he woke up to find Mikey ‘accidentally’ spooning him, and as the only actual couple it was pretty obvious that (y/n) and Gerard needed their own space. Not that it saved the others from overhearing things. As they’d discovered quite early on in the relationship, neither of them were very good at being quiet when they needed to be.
The evening was getting cooler by the minute, and it showed. Ray had draped his sleeping bag around his shoulders and bunched his knees up to his chest, cupping the almost empty beer bottle close. “Think I’m gonna get some sleep when this is finished, guys. My legs are killing me.”
With his head in Frank’s lap, eyes closed as the shorter man ran his fingers through his hair, Mikey looked like he was already asleep. “Mmm yeah, sounds good. Might read the comic I brought with me.”
Frank rolled his eyes. “Well you’d better let me share it this time. Otherwise I’ll have to steal it once you’re done and then the light will be on for twice as long.”
“Well I’m only gonna share it if you’re gonna read quietly and not keep making stupid comments the whole way through.”
“See, I can’t promise that.”
Keeping his hands warm under (y/n)’s hoodie, Gerard nuzzled into her neck. “You wanna go to bed too sweetie?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty worn out.” She was sat between his legs, her back pressed to his chest as she traced little patterns on his thigh. “It’s been a long day.”
On the opposite side of the fire, Frank smirked at the two of them. “Is that code for sneaking off for some alone time? ‘Cause you don’t need to bother, you guys are noisy enough that we’d know anyway.”
(y/n) made a half-assed attempt to chuck a marshmallow at his forehead, snorting when it landed on Mikey’s face and made him blink in confusion. “No, you weirdo. I’m tired after spending the whole day listening to you whining about your feet hurting while we tried to find this place. I actually want some sleep.”
“Yeah, like I believe that.”
All groaning softly, stretching their tired limbs, the five of them picked themselves off the ground and kicked the dying fire out properly. Wanting to snuggle down in their tents as soon as possible, they said quick goodnights to each other and ducked inside the thin fabrics, each zipping themselves in for the night.
As the little reading lamp in the boys tent switched on, Gerard peeled his jeans off and tugged on a pair of soft plaid pyjamas, not missing the way his girlfriend’s eyes lingered on his soft thighs. “I didn’t think walking would tire me out so much, you know? It’s crazy how exhausted I am.”
“Well, you can blame your little brother’s terrible map reading skills for the amount of walking we ended up doing.” Having changed into her pyjamas earlier in the evening, all (y/n) had to do was snuggle up in the sleeping bag. “C’mere. It’s getting cold already and you’re so warm and cosy.”
He grinned, tucking himself under the thick material and pulling her into his arms. “Aw, is my baby starting to freeze up? Well we can’t have that.” He settled with her head on his chest, littering kisses across her hair as his arms tightened around her back. He was content like that for a little while before shifting a little, lips trailing from her forehead to her cheeks, and finally to her lips.
She smiled into the kisses as he moved to hover over her, breaking for just a fraction of a second to make sure that he was resting her head against the pillow rather than the uneven ground that could be felt through the tent’s thin floor. His knee instinctively moved to settle between her thighs as he stroked her waist, giggling a little as her hands wandered into his hair.
They felt like a pair of naughty teenagers trying to make out at a sleepover without being caught by their friends, especially as his hands slipped beneath her t-shirt. His fingers were surprisingly cold in comparison with the rest of him and she couldn’t help but squeak, the noise lapsing into a sigh as they brushed across her nipples.
From there, things got a little more heated; hands crept beneath waistbands and hips bucked in search of friction, each of them needing just a little bit more from the other person. But they had good reasons to be holding back. There were only a couple of metres between each tent, and the flimsy material would be basically useless at blocking out sounds. They might as well be getting it on out in the open, it made such little difference.
And as a familiarly needy moan escaped (y/n)’s lips as his knee pressed against her core, the idea came to Gerard like it was obvious. “Honey, you have to be quiet.”
She squirmed a little. “I don’t think I can. Not if you keep doing that.”
“Then we’ll just have to move somewhere they can’t hear us.”
A frown creased her forehead. “What are you suggesting?”
“Well, we aren’t too far off the forest... we’d only have to head a little way past the treeline to get some more privacy.”
And she realised what he was thinking. “No way.”
“Come on, it’s a great idea.”
“It’ll never work!”
“Of course it will, you trust me don’t you? I’ll make it work. You can be as loud as you like out there.”
Thinking it through, she nodded. “Fuck it, let’s do this.”
Grinning, he sat up and passed her shoes over, shoving his own trainers onto his feet before unzipping the tent and tiptoeing out into the night. It was almost completely dark now, with the little electric lampposts casting a gentle glow across the entire campsite just enough for them to be able to avoid tripping over the other tents - that would certainly be a giveaway that they were up to no good. He tugged her to her feet, catching her against his chest as she stumbled before leading her towards the treeline.
She hesitated a little as they reached the point half way between their little camp and the woods, folding her arms over her chest as the cool air pricked at her skin. “Hey, you’re not taking me out here because you want to murder me, are you? Because I have to warn you, it’s a terrible idea. You’d get caught before sunrise.”
“Of course not.” He grinned, tilting her chin up so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. “There’s no way I’m ever getting rid of you.” He took a moment to assess her expression in the dim light, wanting to make sure she was still okay with the idea. “Still up for it? It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind, we can just go back to the tent and smother each other with pillows to keep the noise down.”
Sliding her hand back into his again, she kissed the tip of his nose. “Nah, I’m still cool. Just... had a sudden thought about all the spiders and insects and shit that might be crawling around.”
Sweet laughter bubbled from him as he led her on again, keeping her a little closer as they passed the treeline and entered the woods. “Well don’t worry, I promise I’ll protect you from any nasties that are hiding in the dark. That’s what I’m here for.”
They didn’t go too far in: having to text the others to come and rescue them because they’d got lost trying to find somewhere private for a quick shag would be the embarrassment of the century, and the rest of the band would never let them live it down. They’d probably gone less than ten metres in before finding somewhere that looked ideal to stop; there was a particularly large tree that looked like it would be nice and stable to lean against, and a little ring of space around it that wasn’t crowded with much shrubbery.
Nodding towards it, Gerard raised an eyebrow - not that she could really see him now they were under the shadowy leaf coverage. “What do you think?”
“Perfect.”
“Just like you then.”
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently towards it, making sure to protect the back of her head so she didn’t get hurt accidentally. As her back hit the tree, she tugged him closer, bringing her lips to his ear and whispering seductively. “If I get bitten by anything that isn’t you, I’m not kissing you for a month.”
He giggled, sucking another gorgeous purple bruise into the skin of her neck. “So we’ll make it quick then, yeah? Give those nasty bugs less of a chance to take a shot at what’s mine.”
The way his arms caged her in against the slightly cold wood mixed with the soft possessiveness in his tone made her melt, and she brushed her nose against his. “Sounds like a plan to me.” The ground was mercifully clear of twigs around their feet, meaning they didn’t have to worry about accidentally snapping any. Although it was definitely cold out, the warmth they were both exuding was more than enough to stop it from being a problem - as was the thrill of the thought of fucking each other so openly. Any late night wanderer could pass by.
“Good.” Gerard tugged her fleecy pyjama bottoms down, leaving them to bunch around her trainers as he pushed her underwear aside. He trailed a finger through her folds, capturing her gasp with a sweet kiss as he shoved his own pants down. At least out here, they didn’t have to worry quite so much about being overheard. She was deliciously warm against his cool fingers, her thighs twitching in anticipation every time he drifted away from her core. Hooking a leg up around his waist and giving himself a few quick strokes, he slid into her with a gentle whine.
(y/n) dug her fingers into his shoulders, the soft rustle of the leaves in the breeze above barely hiding her moans. It was her absolute favourite thing, to be filled completely by him. No matter what the situation was: sneaking about in tiny store cupboards and tour bus bathrooms, in a specially booked hotel for their anniversary with rose petals and champagne, at home with their entire toy box to play with - wherever they ended up, the one constant was just how good it felt to be as together as it was possible for two people to be. And this moment, together under the stars and damp foliage, was something incredibly beautiful.
Considering they’d decided it would be a quickie his thrusts were relatively slow, following a languid rhythm that he knew would still drive her insane. One hand rested against her lower back, pulling her hips even closer to his while the other cradled the back of her head. She alternated between letting loose the breathy moans that had been so hard to hold back in the tent and nipping softly at his neck, leaving little marks that would certainly match the ones on her own throat in the morning.
Every roll of his hips hit just the right places inside her, and soon she was writhing against him, his name falling from her lips in barely discernable whines, the sounds echoing a little amongst the surrounding trees. All concerns about volume were forgotten now - with nobody there to hear them, they could be as loud as they wanted. And so they were. Her sounds pitched up as her orgasm hit, tightening around him as her head fell back against the tree with a soft thud.
That sudden increase of friction made his hips stutter, and the little keening cry that fell from his lips as he came was almost enough to make her tip over the edge all over again.
The mixture of his cum and hers trailed across her thighs as he pulled out, groaning softly against her shoulder. He tucked himself back into his pants before helping her pull hers back into place, both of them pulling slight faces at the sticky sensation on their skin. Still, it was a pretty hot reminder of what they’d just been doing - and the others would be none the wiser.
The two of them crept carefully back to their group’s little set-up, very glad they could remember the route they had taken, giggling softly every time a twig broke under their shoes or one of them stumbled in the dark. The little electric lights hung up nearby illuminated things just enough for them to get back without causing too much chaos, shushing each other as they tried to get back into the tent.
As they did the zip back up, tucked themselves back into their sleeping bag and cuddled up, they considered the whole operation a success. But as they settled, there was a slight rustling sound from the tent next to theirs. And then voices: first Frank’s, pitched up and breathy, then Mikey��s, in a scarily good impression of his older brother.
“Oh Gerard, yeah, right there!”
“(y/n), baby, yes!”
The two of them were only able to keep the act up for those two sentences before cracking up, howling as they clung to each other’s shoulders in the dark. They each managed a couple of dramatic moans between bouts of laughter, tears rolling down their cheeks.
(y/n) buried her face into Gerard’s chest, both of them blushing deeply as their friends continued to mock them as much as they could through the wheezing. Then, they heard Ray’s sleepy voice coming from the third tent.
“Guys, knock it the fuck off. You two are worse than they are. Save it for the morning, okay? I just wanna sleep.”
That made the couple laugh too, glad that he was on their side - for now, at least. They fully expected him to join in with the teasing the moment he was conscious enough to. Eventually when the others settled down, they finally managed to get to sleep, drifting off in the cool night air.
It was something they could tick off the bucket list, to say the least.
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Kinktober Reblog Challenge
I wanted to host another challenge so I’ve combined Kinktober and Fic Sharing for this challenge. I have come up with a 25 point style bingo card with a random selection of Kink-related goodness to mark the raunchy month of October!
Challenge Start Date: 1st October 2022.
No requirements to take part - no particular fandom required.
No need for the fics to have been written this month, this year or this decade. Let’s just share the love for these amazing writers!
No requirement to complete the card, just read and share what you can.
I’ll be using #Kinktober Reblog Challenge and #Kinktober Fic Rec
It doesn’t have to stop at fanfiction, if you’d prefer to share moodboards or fanart then go ahead!
Any questions or kinktober recommendations, pop them in my ask box
Text Version of Bingo Card: Praise Kink - Mutual Masturbation - Restraints - Breath Play - Wet Dreams - Cum Play - Biting - Phone Sex - Body Worship - Edging - Dirty Talk - Partner Swap - Hair Pulling - Aftercare - Mommy / Daddy Kink - Strip Tease - Degradation - Overstimulation - Voyeurism - Spanking - Mirror Sex - Threesome or Moresome - Public Sex - Choking - Blindfold
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Kinktober 2022 - Day 11
Day 11 of Kinktober
Kink: Thigh Riding
Fandom: S.W.A.T
Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x OFC (Adeline)
Words: 1803
T.W.: N/A
Summary: Something different
He had been sitting in his home office, surfing the internet, while on leave after being shot. David was getting bored and knew that he needed to do something, anything to prevent him from climbing up the walls. He was mostly healed, but still had to pass one final physical exam before returning to work. Until then, he was stuck at home.
Looking up from his laptop, he saw Adeline pull a strand of her brown hair behind her ear as she laid across the couch, reading a book. She had been with the team for six months now, after Hondo decided they needed an extra set of hands on the team. But now, she spent most days with him, making sure he was healing properly and not forcing himself past his own physical limits.
What David didn’t expect was to be attracted to her as much as he was. They would flirt, but neither took the next step. Not that David didn’t want to, he just wasn’t sure if she did, plus they were on the same squad. But something had changed in the last few weeks, he wasn’t sure what it was, he only knew that she seemed more flirty than usual. They would be in the headquarter’s kitchen, for example, and she would brush herself against him. Or they would be sparring, and she would press herself against his body whenever he held her closer, making him as hard as a rock. David was one short moment away from forgetting his manners and just pin her down and do everything he could possibly think of to her.
Adeline must’ve been feeling watched, because she lifted her gaze towards David over her book and there was a flicker of something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite put a pin on. David saw her licking her lips and the thought of having her mouth around his cock crossed his mind so fast he almost became lightheaded.
He lowered his eyes back to his own screen, trying to find something to focus on other than all the thoughts that were running through his head. David heard her shuffle on the couch but forced himself to keep his eyes down. He didn’t want her to think he had anything in his mind, other than getting caught up with work.
Adeline walked up to him and he only noticed it because she had asked him something. He was so much in his own head he didn’t even listen.
- “What? I’m sorry, I was focused on something else.” – David said, hoping she wouldn’t notice how unfocused he really was.
- “I was asking if you’re up to date.” – Adeline asked, leaning over and placing a hand on his shoulder.
- “No, not yet.”
- “Let me show you something.” – Adeline quickly pulled him back a bit so she could sit on his thigh.
David hoped she couldn’t feel the effect she was having on him. That simple action, sitting on his thigh with her legs apart on each side, was enough for him to start to harden. He was praying to every god and deity he could think of that she wouldn’t feel it, or this would be embarrassing.
He felt her readjusting on his leg and a breath caught in his throat. If she moved back a few more inches, she would for sure feel just how hard he was. Adeline however didn’t seem bothered with the situation. She kept typing as if it was totally normal for her to be sitting on his thigh like that.
David wanted nothing more than to be able to have her right there over the table, but he knew he would probably get his ass kicked if he did. But the more she moved, the harder it was for him to think straight. So, taking a chance, he placed his hand on her waist, which up until then had been laying flat on the side of his chair.
He expected her to move uncomfortably, but she didn’t even flinch at his touch. If anything, she leaned on it, moving her hip slightly towards his hand. David decided to try something else, to see what her reaction would be. Squeezing her waist slightly, he waited. She pulled herself closer to him in response. When she did that, David was sure she had felt how hard he was, because she adjusted herself, so her thigh was pressing down on his cock.
He gave her another squeeze, waiting to see what she would do now. Adeline moved up and down his thigh once, rubbing herself on it, almost as if testing if he would be okay with it. David caught her reflection on the laptop screen and saw her smirking. It was now clear to him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Squeezing again, this time a bit harder, he hoped she understood what he wanted. She seemed to understand, because she started moving as soon as he let up the squeeze, rubbing herself against his thigh.
Adeline smiled at the squeeze. She could tell that just having her sitting on his thigh was enough to get his blood going and she would be lying if she said that it did nothing to her. She had been having a hard time focusing on her book, simply because she was too turned on to focus on anything other than the man in front of her and how wet she was with all the images that would flash in her mind of all the things they could be doing to each other, instead of just hanging out as friends.
So, when she felt that harder squeeze on her waist, she knew he wanted it as bad as she did. Rubbing herself on his thigh was what she hoped was the beginning of something. She started out slow, half expecting him to stop her and being the gentleman he had always been from the first time they met. But he didn’t and that surprised her. Now she wanted to see how long it would take for him to actually do something.
Adeline stopped typing and grabbed the edge of the table to get a bit more traction. David was taller than her, so sitting on his thigh she was only reaching the floor with her toes, almost as if she were wearing heels. Gaining that much-needed traction was just what was necessary for her to start rubbing herself a little faster.
She could hear the breath hitching in his throat when she picked up the speed and she couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips when she did so. Adeline could feel him tense up his thigh at that and smiled, feeling his cock twitch against her own thigh as well.
The feeling of his thigh rubbing her center was something Adeline had never felt before. She was never this forward when it came to sex, but it felt so good that she knew she would do it again in a heartbeat.
David didn’t know what to do. He knew he wanted her to keep going, no matter how much his cock was hurting from being restrained in his jeans, but at the same time he wanted to fuck her senseless. He decided to wait.
David still had one hand on her waist, now grabbing it tightly to help her keep her rhythm, the other he decided to place it on her thigh, rubbing it up and down following her own movement. Adeline had rested her back against his chest and was moaning so softly that David thought for a moment she had forgotten about him.
That is until she grabbed the hand that was on her thigh and brought it to her breasts, squeezing them with his hand under hers. David realized then that she was giving him permission to touch her and wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
Playing with her breasts, he fondled one while kissing her neck. She moaned his name and he barely held off from throwing her on the table. He wanted to see if she could make herself come simply by riding his thigh.
Sneaking his hand under her shirt, he pulled her bra aside and massaged her nipple, making her moan even more. He took hold of her breast in his hand, massaging, pinching, doing everything he could think of. Meanwhile, Adeline was rubbing herself harder and faster, telling him to keep going.
She let go of the table with one hand and placed it on his cock, pressing down gently. David moaned at the contact, grabbing her breast harshly without really thinking. He heard her hitch a breath before moaning out his name.
The pressure on his cock quickly became a rub and David knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to give him some release before she had her own. David didn’t stop her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
She rode his thigh faster, telling him that she was close. The faster she rode his thigh, the faster her hand rubbed his cock. He could feel he was close to and told her.
- “Come for me, Adeline. Come on. Let me see you come.”
- “Fuck David. I’m close, I’m so fucking close.”
- “Adeline, you’re gonna make me come. Come with me, baby girl. Come on.”
Adeline couldn’t answer. She hit her high and screamed his name when she did. He had to admit, hearing that was what made him come as well.
They were both panting, coming down from their collective high together. David smiled, he never thought she would do something like that, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it. He felt Adeline move and looked down at her. She was looking back at him with a somewhat worried expression in her eyes.
He was sure he knew what was worrying her. Leaning down he kissed her softly, reassuring her that everything was alright and that he enjoyed it. She smiled when they broke the kiss, her cheeks flushed, and stood up.
David didn’t know what she was going to do, if she was just going to leave or what, so when she grabbed his hand, making him stand up, he followed her. They stopped at his room door and she looked back at him waiting for an answer. He nodded and she opened the door, walking inside with him.
They spent the rest of the day in his bed, tracing every inch of each other’s body. It wasn’t until Hondo came knocking on his door, wanting to know how he was, that they broke free from each other and came out from his room. The rest? Well, as they say, the rest is history.
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Kinktober 2022
Day 1 (Lingerie - NSFW - Clint Barton - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 2 (Glory Hole - NSFW - Tony Stark - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 3 (Master/slave - NSFW - Dean Winchester - Supernatural)
Day 4 (Nipple Play - NSFW - Connor Rhodes - Chicago Med)
Day 5 (Collaring - Matthew Casey - Chicago Fire)
Day 6 (Public Play - NSFW - Steve McGarrett - Hawaii 5-0)
Day 7 (Orgasm Denial - NSFW - Matthew Casey - Chicago Fire)
Day 8 (Daddy - NSFW - Chin Ho Kelly - Hawaii 5-0)
Day 9 (Mutual Masturbation - NSFW - Steve Rogers - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 10 (Rough Sex - NSFW - Evan Lorne - Stargate Atlantis)
Day 11 (Thigh Riding - NSFW - David "Deacon" Kay - SWAT)
Day 12 (Biting - NSFW - Tim Bradford - The Rookie)
Day 13 (Angry Sex - NSFW - Steve McGarrett - Hawaii 5-0)
Day 14 (Marking - NSFW - Rafael Barba - Law and Order: SVU)
Day 15 (Pet Play - Soldier Boy - The Boys)
Day 16 (Masturbation - NSFW - Antonio Dawson - Chicago PD)
Day 17 (Toys - NSFW - Steve Rogers - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 18 (Captured [Non-Con] - NSFW - Hank Voight - Chicago PD)
Day 19 (Massage - Jensen Ackles - Supernatural RPF)
Day 20 (Striptease - NSFW - Jack O'Neill - Stargate SG-1)
Day 21 (Video Tapping - NSFW - Danny Williams - Hawaii 5-0)
Day 22 (Scratching - NSFW - Jared Padalecki - Supernatural RPF)
Day 23 (Masks - NSFW - Cormac Hayes - Grey's Anatomy)
Day 24 (Creampie - NSFW - Oliver Queen - Arrow)
Day 25 (Sensory Deprivation - NSFW - Danny Williams - Hawaii 5-0)
Day 26 (Hand Around Throat - NSFW - Matthew Casey - Chicago Fire)
Day 27 (Mirror Sex - NSFW - Clint Barton - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 28 (Skinny Dipping - NSFW - Connor Rhodes - Chicago Med)
Day 29 (Prostitution - NSFW - Dean Winchester - Supernatural)
Day 30 (Threesome - NSFW - Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes - Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Day 31 (Morning Sex - NSFW - John Sheppard - Stargate Atlantis)
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mer!LQG noncon breeding, pt.1(??)
this is getting out of hand y'all....I'm a little tempted to call it a day and stop the fic here but my thirsty ass probably,, will,,,continue, ,
Rated E, 4.8k
CW: noncon, captivity, milking/breeding, graphic depictions of violence, **live feeding and cannibalism**
At first he felt the chains, the bands of metal that cuffed his tail to his arms and his arms to his back. They were difficult not to feel. He was also bound upright with his back to a wall where if he hung like a dead fish, his muscles would elongate and his joints would slowly pull out of alignment like rotting. So he bobbed, relieved somewhat for the water’s buoyancy as he kept himself afloat against what little give the chains allowed. Mostly he just felt humiliated. And angry. And wary.
A few days passed and anger turned to fury, wariness to dread. The water around him was contained but not stagnant, the oxygen levels never waning as his gills carefully pumped water. Yet there was no food, which meant either his captors intended to starve him to death or they knew he didn’t need to eat. Likely the latter, given the restraints. But there was no other sign of life—no disturbance in the water, no footsteps from an airbreather drumming through the walls.
A few weeks passed and he wondered who would do this and if they had died to some stupid consequence of their own making without telling anybody else about the mer they’d chained up in a tank. He wondered if it was Shen Qingqiu, some sick plan to get rid of him once and for all. Shen Qingqiu was the last mer he remembered seeing after the fever took him. Perhaps Shen Qingqiu had drugged him. Sold him off to the human connections they’d always suspected Shen Qingqiu of having.
Another few weeks, and he was going out of his mind. The water getting cycled meant he never tasted his own blood for long, and the magical nature of the cuffs—the way they grated off his scales, yes, but refused to cut his bones—suggested that this prolonged isolation was intentional. Whoever had him in captivity was icing him out, was torturing him, or just didn’t care and wanted an insane mer for entertainment for some fucking reason—
A few months passed and Liu Qingge couldn’t feel the cuffs anymore.
//
I don’t believe we’ve met.
The psychic amusement felt like a jet of boiling water on Liu Qingge’s mind, raw from isolation. He thought he must have roared, but had a hard time remembering what sensations felt like. He’d been hanging for a few days now, tail cramping and arm tendons overextending. When he jerked upright, his whole body felt snapped like a fish gut string.
A human floated in front of him, broad and calm. The human had legs clothed in layers of rich robes. The human was not struggling to breathe or stay underwater.
Something twinged, sharp and unpleasant, in Liu Qingge’s shoulder. He’d been straining to reach the human without thinking like some kind of brainless animal.
Who— It was difficult to remember how to communicate. Who are you?!
The human winced, exaggerated and pointed.
This Lord is Luo Binghe, and I should call you Liu-shishu.
Something beneath all the discombobulation in Liu Qingge’s gut, the fervent disbelief that this was real, plummeted. Then burned.
I am a disciple of Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu… The name broke like waves on Liu Qingge’s mind. Shen Qingqiu put you up to this?!
You could say that. The laughter in the human’s eyes was genuine, and Liu Qingge wanted to cut his face off and eat through his brains. Not your Shen Qingqiu though. I ought to explain.
Then the human—Luo Binghe—was reaching out and taking Liu Qingge by the chin. A few months ago Liu Qingge would’ve bitten his entire hand off without a thought but now, the single point of touch felt more like air than anything Liu Qingge’s gills had managed to pump in the last handful of weeks. In fact, Liu Qingge was so wrapped up in the external sensation that it took him a moment to realize that Luo Binghe was speaking.
—parallel universes. How curious, isn’t it? And how fortuitous that I can simply find another Shen Qingqiu and finally get the ending that I deserve.
Liu Qingge had no idea what Luo Binghe was talking about. He glared hard into Luo Binghe’s eyes and found, annoyingly, some distant delight there. Like a pet fish had done a trick.
And what do I, Liu Qingge snarled, flashing rows of sharp teeth, have to do with you and Shen Qingqiu?
Nothing, Luo Binghe confessed, and Liu Qingge boiled with how easily he’d said that. In my world, Shen Qingqiu had killed you before anything of consequence. He was about to kill you again, you know. I took you from that cave and healed your fever.
Then you chained me up and left me here for months.
On months, a part of Liu Qingge’s psychic projection broke off like sandstone after a storm. A mockery of condolence danced across Luo Binghe’s brow.
It’ll be easier for you if you believe this Lord to be your savior, Luo Binghe laughed, giving Liu Qingge’s chin a little shake. Liu Qingge did snap teeth then, and Luo Binghe withdrew his touch. Be grateful, and be of service. No need to make this hard on yourself.
In the space of a breath Liu Qingge knew with certainty that Luo Binghe had broken creatures before. Had broken them and broken them in for use, had known exactly which creatures with what mangled thoughts stayed the most docile under his thumb. Liu Qingge also knew he would be torn to a thousand pieces before he ever became that sort of creature. He would sooner die than lose himself as this self-professed lord’s plaything.
And judging by the smirk on Luo Binghe’s face, he knew it too.
But as expected of the man who saw through my Shizun’s facade before anybody else. There was real applause in Luo Binghe’s tone, and Liu Qingge had no idea how a creature could come to be like Luo Binghe. No idea at all. The man so stubborn that Shen Qingqiu had to kill you first. You know, I’m almost sorry to do this to you.
Luo Binghe paused, waiting. Liu Qingge refused to give him what he was obviously waiting for.
…Well, I’m sure Liu-shishu understands. If anyone wants revenge against Shen Qingqiu, it’s—
Shen Qingqiu isn’t doing this, Liu Qingge interrupted, flat. You are.
Luo Binghe’s eyes were as dark and lightless as tar before he hummed one lone, placid note.
I suppose that’s true.
Then he reached out and touched, of all things, Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Once again Liu Qingge forgot to twist away, but the skimming touch was gone as soon as it came.
So you’re right. You don’t matter. There are tests I have to run and I need a mer to do so. Everybody thinks you’re dead so you’re perfect.
There was something of the ocean about Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge thought dimly, the raw and ruthless strength of her. It had been a long time since anything made Liu Qingge feel this unnervingly small and inconsequential.
I’m going to free myself, Liu Qingge swore, and I’m going to kill you.
But Luo Binghe was already swimming away.
Alright Liu-shishu. I’m looking forward to you trying.
//
The first drug came a day later, poured like a cup of wine from the hand of some indolent young lord. Liu Qingge’s head snapped up the moment he felt the disturbance in the water, but what was there to do? The eddies from the pour, only slightly more viscous than its saltwater bath, had already dissipated, and it would soak into Liu Qingge’s skin. Either it would induce its intended effect or it wouldn’t.
Maybe it wasn’t any drug at all, but just the litter of a drunk underling.
Maybe Luo Binghe would now jump in, experience a hitherto unknown, utterly lethal allergic reaction, and free Liu Qingge to help. And Liu Qingge would—he’d propel them both up to the surface, morph legs, and slit Luo Binghe’s throat.
But no other disturbances on the water surface came, and Liu Qingge was left alone again, angrily attributing the prickling beneath his skin to Luo Binghe’s drug and not at all to the well of unease growing in his core.
//
By that evening, he knew what the drug had done, and the moment Luo Binghe came within reach Liu Qingge was snapping forward with all his strength, fangs bared to tear Luo Binghe’s throat out.
He managed to taste blood, and then felt an impact down his head and back so strong that his vision went white for minutes. By the time he wrestled his consciousness back, there was metal stretching his mouth wide open and Luo Binghe had a hand on the torn tip of his tail.
Honestly, Liu-shishu, Luo Binghe tsked, squeezing the bone Liu Qingge had broken until Liu Qingge was pale and trembling. Was that at all necessary? All I did was push your biological instincts a little forward in time.
Liu Qingge had dislocated a shoulder as well but couldn’t get the angle to push it back into place. Luo Binghe’s smile was sharp and intentional as he got into Liu Qingge’s face. Liu Qingge’s jaw ached to bite and rend flesh, but the thing Luo Binghe had put into his mouth wouldn’t allow it.
Luo Binghe snapped the strap of the gag against Liu Qingge’s cheek, a mild sting that was somehow more humiliating than everything Luo Binghe had done so far.
If you’re going to be this sensitive about the very first experiment, that doesn’t bode well for the rest. Take my advice, why don’t you? You’ll be much happier if you just relaxed.
Liu Qingge worked his jaw so hard that metal creaked and he tasted blood. Luo Binghe’s grin widened.
You are, he laughed, placing his palm flat on Liu Qingge’s scales, right over Liu Qingge’s uncomfortably swollen abdomen, incredibly entertaining.
Then he pushed down with the heel of his palm, exerting more and more steady pressure until something inside Liu Qingge’s body gave.
This Lord didn’t expect to be so entertained.
Between some of his smallest scales around the center of his tail, fevered skin split around a natural opening. Luo Binghe pushed until milt rushed out, ropes of white that disseminated into the water in tiny, floating specks. Luo Binghe pushed until the stuffiness that his drug had built up inside Liu Qingge’s stomach eased, loosened like a soaked sponge, and finally went away.
There we go, Luo Binghe murmured. His hand was still on Liu Qingge’s stomach like a brand. That wasn’t so difficult.
Liu Qingge would rather have the bloating back. He’d rather be cut into with a dinner knife than rubbed like this, all fake comfort, like stroking an animal after having it fucking neutered.
Ah, Liu-shishu came so quickly that I didn’t have time to collect a sample.
Luo Binghe’s hand was warm like a punchline, still rolling against Liu Qingge’s abdomen in small, gentle undulations. But his other hand now brought out a vial.
Now where is the opening…here?
Liu Qingge bucked again when Luo Binghe’s fingertip dipped into his slit. Luo Binghe just slammed him back against the wall, chains rattling and broken bones burning.
I said, relax.
The vial was thin and its lips smooth glass. It was nearly painless going in, Liu Qingge’s inexperienced walls letting it in with only a minor twinge of discomfort. Luo Binghe didn’t push it in far, but Liu Qingge still roared. He still fought tooth and tail against Luo Binghe’s hold, determined to snap the fucking glass in half and stab Luo Binghe with it, until Luo Binghe, expression going cold, bodied into him with twice as much force, pinning him with his shoulder, chest, and knee.
His teeth found Liu Qingge’s jaw as well, grazing in warning; Liu Qingge had been bitten by sharks before with duller teeth than Luo Binghe’s.
Too good to listen, hm?
Luo Binghe’s first suddenly drove into Liu Qingge’s stomach with unprecedented force. A plume of bubbles exploded from Liu Qingge’s mouth, rushing toward the surface.
At the same time Luo Binghe hummed and tipped the vial this way and that before slipping it out with a thumb on top as stopper. White milt filled the inside, readily visible. Luo Binghe examined Liu Qingge’s entrance left in its wake, almost curiously brushing over the lips of swollen muscle.
Then he was smiling at Liu Qingge, one hand patting Liu Qingge’s cheek in open condescension before pulling the gag out.
Liu-shishu’s seriously injured himself today, Luo Binghe sighed. He finally kicked away and Liu Qingge didn’t know if the loss of touch made all his pain feel worse or better. This Lord recommends you take it easy for a month or two. To heal.
Which meant Luo Binghe was going to ice him out again, leave him untouched and deprived of all sensation at the bottom of this pit after having been used and emptied against his will.
Until then.
Liu Qingge couldn’t even send him off with another threat.
//
The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge could no longer smell his own milt.
//
The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge couldn’t even feel his own skin. It occurred to him that Luo Binghe might still be drugging the water, soaking him in sedatives to compound his sense of isolation. If so, then it worked. If so, then Liu Qingge was the loneliest creature on the planet; even torn-up skin and broken scales couldn’t puncture the murk swallowing up his brain.
For the first time in his very long life, Liu Qingge felt that water kept poor company. All it did was bury and forget. All it did was pollute. Liu Qingge was buried and forgotten. Liu Qingge was polluted.
//
Something splashed over the surface of his water and the force of it felt like an explosion on Liu Qingge’s numbed-out senses, so much so that he was actually stunned for an unacceptably long time. It felt like the still-sensate fraction of his brain was being borne upon opaque foam that was being dashed against a cliffside—no matter how stiffly he tried to hold himself, he was barreled ass over head. No matter how he tried to swim out, he remain smothered.
By the time his mind finally tired itself out, whatever thing had intruded on his isolation was long gone, and Liu Qingge had no way of knowing if it had been more drugs or a hand or an ally. That could have been Liu Qingge’s only chance of escaping and he blew it on useless thrashing.
…Who was he kidding? That was no ally. There would be no rescue, because thanks to Shen Qingqiu—no, thanks to Luo Binghe—not a single soul in the world knew Liu Qingge was alive enough to need rescuing.
Alive enough was something of a comforting qualifier though. Either he was or he wasn’t, and the moment he wasn’t, then he’d become dead enough to kill. Great, get Shen Qingqiu involved then. According to Luo Binghe, that bastard was the only one with a track record of killing him. For all their years of disagreements and teeth-baring fights, Shen Qingqiu had somehow turned out to be the only one Liu Qingge could count on now to put him out of his misery.
//
It was a drug, a different one that first made all of Liu Qingge’s organs cramp and then all his tendons ache. The worst part was, Liu Qingge was grateful. The new types of discomfort, one that he was not numbed to the bones by, felt good, felt easy to focus on. Liu Qingge felt embarrassingly relieved to have something other than meditation take his attention after all these months of nothing but silent non-sensation.
Two days after the aches, the bloating started again. This time though, whatever his body was generating (and Liu Qingge had a sick, sick idea) seemed to be taking more out of him than his body was ready to give. Everything was sore, and Liu Qingge spent more time passed out from strange exhaustion than in meditative trance. His tail fins grew so discomfortingly restless that by the time Liu Qingge realized, he’d already tattered them to ribbons against the chains and wall. His abdomen swelled at the cost of his tail muscles, the layer of fat over his ribs.
All in all Liu Qingge knew he looked quite mangled for Luo Binghe’s visit, but didn’t expect the displeased surprise in Luo Binghe’s frown. He didn’t expect Luo Binghe’s touch to hurt and for the hiss of pain to slip unbidden out through his teeth.
Shishu’s running a fever, Luo Binge observed, running his hand just above Liu Qingge’s cheek and neck but not touching again.
The hell did you give me, Liu Qingge murmured, eyes tracing the hovering hand. He wanted touch. He didn’t want touch. He wanted that, the elastic skin and the resistance of muscles between his teeth. The hovering was making him dizzy.
Nothing to cause this I hope, or some idiots with their lofty promises are about to die, Luo Binghe answered darkly. The question is, could this be the natural biology of your species? Does the spawning of roe typically forecast death?
Roe. Of fucking course. The twist of disgust in Liu Qingge’s gut, after a moment, floated painlessly away, to be felt some other time when Liu Qingge wasn’t so damn tired.
He must have answered in the negative, because Luo Binghe lifted a skeptical brow.
Are you certain? Because no offense, but Liu-shishu doesn’t exactly seem the type to be knowledgeable about sexual reproduction—
Liu Qingge lost track of time. He came to again with the soft, pleasing gnash of food between his teeth. His head shook on instinct, trying to tear flesh free, and he heard a low chuckle within the dispersing cloud of cooling red blood.
This is a nice surprise.
Movement, right in front of Liu Qingge, and Liu Qingge had never felt so capable—the starved and dying creature with food finally within reach. He opened his jaw again. Bit. Tore. His gums were warmed. His throat and belly went hot and satisfied with the rush of blood and finally, his eggs would be fed, and all at once his stomach felt packed, stretched to the brim with food and readiness to mate mate find a mate and spawn—
Poor Shishu, chained up here for so long. Shall this Lord let you stretch some? Go on, swim around a bit.
Weights and steady pressure—around his wrists, around his tail—were suddenly gone, and he—
Liu Qingge woke up, his mind cold and true. Luo Binghe had taken off his shackles. It didn’t matter why. He had to escape.
So, pushing clean through all the tearing pain of moving unused muscles again, Liu Qingge launched himself at the water surface.
Arms clamped around his neck, less of a choke than a hold. Liu Qingge swam harder. If Luo Binghe wanted to come along for the ride then Liu Qingge would damn well show him the dangers of water pressure. Legs tried to snake around his waist as well but Liu Qingge shook them off. He dislodged all the grips and clamps he could but that wasn’t the point, the point was the surface getting brighter and brighter within reach. The point was freedom, finally, because Luo Binghe was stupid enough to actually undo his—
Something—
There were things crawling under Liu Qingge’s skin.
There were things crawling, then tasting, then gnawing.
Pain was nothing. The surface was something. Out, get out of this oceans-forsaken tank. Keep swimming.
Then tearing.
Keep swimming.
I have to say, I really am impressed.
Keep—
Convulsing.
Liu Qingge slammed into the wall of the tank, clawing. He could drag himself up the last few meters, he could. He’d dig his damn fingers right into the metal if he had to, turn his bones into teeth. He could.
He couldn’t. Fingertips slipped and there was a leg, a booted foot pushing him away from the wall, away from any holds and out into open water, where there was nothing to do but swim and Liu Qingge couldn’t swim—
They sank, slow and inevitable. Liu Qingge’s entire body felt mashed together like sodden paper being crumpled between palms. There was a palm on him, curious and almost protective, resting over his belly. It didn’t let go even once they landed back on the floor of the tank. It stroked, and urged Liu Qingge’s stiff body back against Luo Binghe’s warm, clothed chest, between Luo Binghe’s spread legs, into the triumphant wrap of Luo Binghe’s arms.
That was nice, wasn’t it? I bet Shishu’s missed that.
Stroking lovingly over Liu Qingge’s still-spasming throat, Luo Binghe fastened a cuff back on. This time, there was extraordinarily little give in the chain, and the back of Liu Qingge’s head was basically flat against the floor.
I also thought you might appreciate a change in scenery.
Luo Binghe let go to float on top. He never went far, hand practically affixed to Liu Qingge’s side then belly like its fullness was a prize. Liu Qingge’s body was still practically paralyzed with pain, but he saw Luo Binghe now for the first time since his feeding.
A hole had been cleanly bitten through Luo Binghe’s robes—and shoulder. Though there was no longer blood, two chunks of flesh were evidently missing from Luo Binghe’s bicep.
Liu Qingge didn’t care that he’d eaten bits of his enemy. He was just pissed that Luo Binghe seemed completely unfazed by it. There were also the faintest traces of blood under Luo Binghe’s nose that he also seemed unfazed by, but at least, Liu Qingge thought with grim pleasure, he’d demonstrated to Luo Binghe the danger of trying to keep pace with a mer underwater. Luo Binghe would hardly be trying that again.
Something flinty slipped into Luo Binghe’s expression.
Like what you see that much?
The things under Liu Qingge’s skin began to wring again, like Liu Qingge’s arteries were wet towels to be squeezed completely dry. Liu Qingge’s throat slammed against metal and the cuff choked off his yell.
That’s not the thanks this Lord wants for feeding you, Liu-shishu.
You starved me in the first—
Liu Qingge’s mental snarl broke off when Luo Binghe pushed on his stomach, the same motion as when Luo Binghe had milked him for his milt before. His tail snapped up, desperate to do damage, but with a brutal squeeze of whatever was inside Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe rendered his most powerful appendage useless in an instant. Luo Binghe even stroked along the scales in appreciative ownership, as if he already had Liu Qingge mounted and displayed on his mantle.
Aren’t you tired already? Won’t Shishu just relax for me?
And no matter how hard Liu Qingge clenched his muscles, the pressure from Luo Binghe’s hand was compounding. All Luo Binghe really had to do now was—
This Lord can help you relax.
—slip his fingers past Liu Qingge’s scales again and rub him open. The eggs of their species were bigger than sperm, so release took more coaxing than last time. That, plus the constant current of pain Luo Binghe was keeping him still with, meant Liu Qingge endured a solid minute of Luo Binghe prying at his entrance, trying to ease him open wide enough for the first egg to come through.
Finally, Luo Binghe leaned back with a frown, hand stilling.
I didn’t intend to chain your tail again, but Liu-shishu can hardly be relied upon to not attack if I release him.
Damn right, Liu Qingge murmured, not sure if he was projecting at all. If Luo Binghe gave him control of his tail back without chaining him down, then yes, he was going to try to break every bone in Luo Binghe’s body no matter what state of breed-readiness he was in. Luo Binghe didn’t get to look at him like that, all chastening and castigating, as if he was the one making both their lives difficult.
Such a shame Liu-shishu refuses to behave better.
A cuff was secured around the base of his tail once more, its chain similarly short. Once Liu Qingge was pretty much laid out flat on the bottom of the tank, the paralyzing pain in his body finally began to ease.
And with it, the tension in Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Unwittingly and almost immediately, the first handful of roe slipped free of Liu Qingge’s body. Luo Binghe’s hand scooped under them like the eager, protective fins of a mate, whisking them gently into a prepared bag pulled from Luo Binghe’s sleeve.
There we go, Luo Binghe whispered, almost to himself. There we go.
His eyes were fervent as he held the bag to Liu Qingge’s slit, and Liu Qingge barely had time to struggle before Luo Binghe was applying pressure again, pushing the roe straight out of him. The sensation was uncanny, pleasure from release but also pleasure for its own sake. It must be a built-in instinct, Liu Qingge reasoned, somewhat frenzied as the odd, undesired pleasure forced itself onto and out of him. It must be instinct making his tail tremble and Luo Binghe pressed his stomach. It must be instinct warming his organs.
When the bag was full, Luo Binghe took a moment to seal it and put it away. His gaze never once left the part of Liu Qingge’s slit though, wider this time than before with eggs still inadvertently slipping out, twos and threes at a time, every time Liu Qingge’s breath hitched. There was still roe inside. Two bites of Luo Binghe’s flesh and a generous drink of his blood had somehow both revived Liu Qingge entirely in energy and packed him to the brim with viable eggs.
With both his hands free now, Luo Binghe flattened both hands against Liu Qingge’s tail, framing Liu Qingge’s opening on either side. His eyes were bright with a mad scientist’s curiosity and something else, something troubled and obsessive and heavy. He pushed once, gently, and watched the roe slip free. He held his thumbs to the edges and pressed them into the muscle, holding Liu Qingge somewhat open for more roe, small and dark orange, almost liquid and almost blood, to drain out in a thin pulse.
I, Liu Qingge vowed, staring up at the light of the surface, will hunt down all the offspring you’ll try to have. I will eat them straight out of the water.
Luo Binghe was silent for a moment, neither moving nor projecting.
Then he laughed, a quiet humorless thing.
You mean like this?
Thumbs pried into Liu Qingge’s slit and worked him open, but then, a third appendage joined them. A hot shot of muscle filled Liu Qingge from wall to wall and Liu Qingge tried to jackknife up, to dislodge the sudden intrusion but the chains kept him sprawled, kept him wide open like a whale fall to be feasted upon by any and every insolent creature who dared to put its mouth on him—
Luo Binghe lapped, then suckled. Luo Binghe sealed his mouth over Liu Qingge’s opening and worked his tongue inside so vigorously that roe kept escaping. Liu Qingge didn’t even have to breathe this time for the roe to flow out, the untrained muscles of his passage so bowled over by Luo Binghe’s assault that they could only let Luo Binghe in, and let the eggs out, and hang open so uselessly that Liu Qingge would sooner grab a rock nearby and plug himself up.
Liu Qingge gouged at Luo Binghe’s scalp but it didn’t stop. Liu Qingge punched and shoved and thrashed but it didn’t stop.
Until finally it did, and Luo Binghe was all of a sudden in his face with sealed lips and a full mouth. And his eyes were bleak and cold as they descended and—
Luo Binghe grabbed a fistful of Liu Qingge’s hair and shoved their mouths together.
Luo Binghe dragged Liu Qingge’s lips apart with his tongue and teeth in a shower of salt and iron. And something was flooding into Liu Qingge’s mouth, something in drips and bits, something almost liquid. They skimmed against the sharp edges of Liu Qingge’s teeth and crumpled. Liu Qingge choked hard on the salt of it all.
Then Luo Binghe was pulling back, laughing. Roe looked like blood smeared against his chin and teeth.
Don’t presume to threaten me, Liu Qingge.
As Luo Binghe got his feet underneath him, his hand found the center of Liu Qingge’s tail one more time. He touched the empty slit there, gaping open, rubbing with too much familiarity.
Next time, he promised, and kicked off for the surface.
The plume of bubbles containing Liu Qingge’s roar chased him all the way up.
#bingliu#like I'm not kidding about the fish content y'all#the nasty thing where fish will chase after a pregnant female all dog-like#mouth-to-exit action#so they can eat the baby fish immediately upon birthing#this isn't quite that but for real there's some roe-eating#my challenge this kinktober is apparently to write something so gnarly y'all will quit me alfskdjnflakblgkjsndlfasd#okay no no it's not....THAT nasty i don't think. i mean. i dunno.#kinktober 2022#i'm a little hysterical after writing all that ngl so breaktime#but i do wanna continue it#let Binghe fuck him at least#I also really want SJ to show up but at that point it's gonna be full plot#...which could be nice#HMM ANYWAYS#lunch time lkajdnflaksdjf#gonna go get some sushi alksjdaskjfnlakjnsdfknjasdfjalsdf
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AND THE RESULTS ARE IN FROM OUR POLLS AND PIE CHARTS!
I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who came and voted in the form! This event could not have been done without all of your help! I have another event that will be announced on New Years' at midnight or 01.01.23 as the date... This one has a bit of a Sour theme to it... But that's enough stalling!
The Winner of Twisted Wonderland's Kinktober ‘22's vote is…
JAMIL VIPER, VICE HOUSEWARDEN OF SCARABIA!
with a total of = (63) Votes!!
I'm very excited to write for Jamil after sneaking into his fanclub meetings! Shh… Don't tell Ruggie!
Our Top 5 Runner Ups!:
Idia Shroud: 55
Ruggie Bucchi: 53
Malleus Draconia: 40
The Tweels: 34
Azul Ashengrotto: 32
It was so interesting seeing all the votes starting to roll in at first and see the pie charts change and see what those who visit my blog want to see most, and that would be the lovely Jamil Viper. It was honestly a shock at first that a character like Malleus or even Leona who are some very popular characters in the fandom didn't get that many votes. But I'm excited for such a difference to be made! I'll do Jamil justice the best that I can! Especially after recently finishing Snakes Whisper! (which was very fun to write thank you again anon)
The full creation for Kinktober '22 will be posted and shared on October 1st to my Ao3 account and a chapter will be updated each day for 31 Days.
And now for our 31 Days of Smutty Prompts!
Dry Humping - A quick encounter that got a little handsy…
Face Fucking - He has a lot of pent up stress, be a doll and let him use that slutty throat of yours?
Begging - He’s not one to beg for it, but with all of this teasing he can't take anymore.
Masturbation - You catch him in the act! Feeling brave enough to join him?
Overstimulation - The feeling is just too much...
Praising - He tells you how you’re such a well behaved servant!
Punishment - You pissed him off… Enjoy the consequences…
Mirror Sex - He wants to show you how pretty the faces you make are when you orgasm.
Orgasm Control - He is in control of all parts of your body, even when you can and cannot cum.
Face Sitting - As much as he loves being in control, why don't you shut him up for a bit?
Lingerie - Won't you dress up so pretty for him?
Deep Throating - Can you take it all?
Role Play - You do have a safe word, but it isn’t ‘stop’ or ‘no’…
Food Play - You heard the term 'don't play with your food' as a child, but you're an adult now...
Spanking - You aren't actually in trouble but it sure feels like it.
Toys - You and him decide to play with a few toys…
Uniform Kink - There was a 'Cosplay' event for the upcoming Holiday. And he's wearing a very attractive outfit...
Morning Sex - Even though it's so early, why not start the day right?
Phone Sex - You can't meet up, so you decide to make use of the phone you were given.
Clitwarming - He wants to twirl you around in his mouth like a pretty candy.
Cockwarming - You decide to tease him, by not moving.
Blindfold - He wants to see how well you do without your eyes.
Dirty Talk - He's feeling a little more talkative during foreplay...
Fingerfucking - You commented on how pretty his hands are, he wants a little more vocal appreciation.
Thigh Riding - You're horny. He's busy. Figure it out.
Wet Dream - Your dream got a little intense, or maybe it isn't a dream?
Semi-Public Sex - You just can't keep your hands to yourselves! Thankfully there's an empty classroom available.
Hair Pulling - He has plenty for you to pull on and yank around. Go ahead!
Accidental Stimulation - You didn't mean for it to go as far as it did...
Pool/Sea Sex - You feel a little frisky enjoying the pretty white sandy beach.
Aftercare - Ending on a softer note, this is how he does with aftercare!
I hope I am able to satisfy what you’re looking for during the 31 Lustfilled Days, of Kinktober ‘22
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Hardcase/CT-5385 | Tup
Characters: Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), CT-5385 | Tup, Clone Trooper Hardcase (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Wooley (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-6116 | Kix, CT-5597 | Jesse
Additional Tags: Kinktober 2022, clone shipping, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Threesome - M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
... this one lifetime.
Every chapter will have individual warnings/summary in the beginning.
#Kinktober 2022#valkeakuulas writes AKA butchers English grammar#clone shipping#Boil#Waxer#Tup#Hardcase#Commander Cody#Captain Rex#Jesse#Kix#Wooley#Star Wars: The Clone Wars#fanfiction#OTP#this is me once again tackling a fic challenge#wish me luck#naughty#tppkinktober2021#tppkinktober2022
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Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 || Double Penetration // Stripping
Eddie Lives AU/Post-Season 4; 3.6k words; Swearing, Steve and Reader Established Relationship, Everybody Is Bisexual, Mutual Pining, Polyamory (male + male + female), Teasing/ Flirting, Camping Trip (80s horror movie reference), Partial Roleplay (Daddy Eddie, Mommy Reader, Baby Steve), Semi-Public Threesome, Oral Sex (male receiving), Spanking, Spitting, Tears, Edging, Overstimulation, Double Penetration, Assumed Contraception (Reader Is On The Pill), Double Creampie
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You and Steve wanted to celebrate. It was both your 6th anniversary of dating and you had managed to defeat a really awful professor to get your degree. You both explained as much to Eddie in the garage he started working at.
"A doctorate degree!," Steve yelled excitedly over the machinery whirring, "she's a freaking doctor now!"
"Well, not in medicine, don't confuse him…"
Eddie Munson threw off his safety glasses and pursed his lips. "...that doesn't explain why you want me to go camping with you."
You and Steve exchanged a secretive glance. "It'll be more fun with you there–" "We just really want you to come!"
The metalhead was still suspicious but on the day the lovebirds were packing he showed up with booze and reefer. "Just the important things," he explained.
You rolled your eyes and laughed. "The tent and the water might disagree with you, but we're glad to have you nonetheless."
Eddie's hunch about something fishy going on never left him, and there were a dozen small things that occurred that only made him feel stronger in his resolve. The whisper session at the gas station, the flicking glances along the drive, the sneaky lip locking that ceased the second they thought he was looking.
You two were dating. Eddie knew this, and yet you were acting secretive about it. Why? You and Steve couldn't possibly know that a tiny needle of jealous desire jabbed him every time he saw you engage in physical affection. He was so good at hiding it and had been doing so successfully for years.
"Why Camp Crystal Lake?"
You were driving this last leg of the journey and quickly flicked a confused glance his way before returning your eyes to the road. Eddie was sat in the middle of the bench seat of your hatchback between you and your boyfriend, his right arm slung lazily over the back of it behind Steve and the other propping his head up to look at you. He had already tried several times to grill the truth out of Steve, but he wouldn't break. It was time to try again with you, though he had less hope of success.
"Why. Are we going. To Camp Crystal Lake?," he asked again, mockingly slow. "we passed by at least half a dozen perfectly good camping sites full of kids and rednecks. There's even one local to Hawkins so why... are we driving seven hours north to camp out in butt fuck nowhere?"
You shrugged your shoulders in amusement. "For privacy. Crystal Lake's been closed since '81. No rules, no nosy cops: just us, some abandoned supplies, and the woods."
"Sick," Eddie said. "You know if you wanted to be fucked in the woods or by a lake, we have those at home too. Remember Lover's Lake?"
You rolled your eyes and batted his chest. "I'm not worried about me getting caught, idiot."
Eddie looks for an explanation from Steve but he was literally turning his back to him and pretending (poorly) not to be hiding from the whole conversation. Checking with you, he saw you look annoyed by Steve's reaction and making meaningful eye contact with Eddie- meaning which he did not yet understand.
"So you are hoping to get fucked!," Eddie brings it back to his first point of protest about coming on your vacation. "Tough that, bringing me along as a third wheel. A little cruel, actually. What am I supposed to do, sit there and watch?"
"Eddie," you take your foot off the gas and pin him with a hard stare. "We want you here to do way more than watch. Hey, can you pass something off to Steve for me?"
"Uh? Sure." Then you slapped him hard on the chest, almost winding him. "Ouch!"
You gesture vaguely in Steve's direction, expecting him to follow through. And he does, pushing Steve by his back so hard his head almost went through the window.
"What?!" Steve loses control of the volume of his voice and when he turns around, his face is scarlet. Confusion only worsens as Eddie looked at his friend who was sweating profusely, way more than is normal for a breezy Indiana summer with all the hatchback's windows cranked down.
Eddie feels a touch creeping up his left thigh and looks down at it, frozen. Lust strikes through his groin at the sight of your hand settling inches from his cock, and then he notices Steve's own longing gaze as he sees it as well. Not jealous, not heartbroken. Longing. Lustful. Like she's touching him by extension... or like he wants to mirror her action.
Oh, things are starting to click together. Things Eddie has suspected but never had the nerve to confirm at the risk of alienating his friendships. Unconsciously, his thighs spread and a knee bumps up against Steve's, who doesn't budge from his position.
"It's going to take an hour to set up camp," you informed the group as you turned off the barely populated highway down a gravel road with thousands of thick pines lining the way. "I think it's time we were honest about our intentions, yeah?"
Steve's eyes become wide as saucers and he tries to turn away but Eddie's hand catches his jaw roughly and drags him back, forcing him to look in his eyes. The boy is looking thoroughly humiliated but not unhappy with the current position. A hundred images flash in Eddie's mind of King Steve, who Eddie had always presumed was a top or at least the dominant type, bending to your will (and especially your touch) like a rubber ball that bounces right back into its proper shape once the pressure lifts.
"Stevie," Eddie sings. "Go on. Tell Daddy what you're hiding."
Sweet, pretty, perfect Steve whimpers and leans into Eddie's hold. Beneath his rough hand, he feels the submissive man swallow and it goes straight to his head. Were all Eddie’s dreams really about to come true?
“We,” Steve gulps again. “We uh, wanted you to come along because we. Like. You.”
Just then, you made a right hand turn onto a dirt path that took the trio further into the trees, hidden from all the rest of the world. Eddie nodded his head but it wasn’t enough. He pulled the cowering man into his side by the waist and leaned so close to his face that their lips almost touched. Steve’s eyelids fluttered, his body finally beginning to relax as he realized he wasn’t going to ruin his friendship.
“I want to hear you say it,” Eddie purrs, and stops you from doing it for him. “I need to hear him say it. Come on, pretty boy, let me hear those magic words and everything you want can be yours.”
“We want to fuck you…” he whispers and brushes his slender lips against Eddie’s, begging. “Y-you don’t have to do anything you don't want to, just… we want you to be with us on another level."
Eddie squeezes Steve's hip. "Now see I always hoped you'd be naked on your knees when you asked me to fuck you, Stevie, but this is good, too."
The brakes of the car whined as you slowed to a stop. You unbuckle yourself and turn to the sexually charged eye fuck fest going on in the passenger seat. You tap Eddie’s shoulder and he glares at you expectantly, while still holding your boyfriend hostage at his side.
“We’re here. Place is deserted but just to be safe, I’m going to check the perimeter so to speak. Why don’t you let my baby show you how he uses his mouth?”
Eddie smirks impishly at your suggestion. “What a killer idea!”
…
Well it’s a good thing this place really was abandoned because Eddie and Steve were loud as fuck. Or maybe they were doing it for your benefit. All in all, it feels good to hear your plan coming together so beautifully.
You trek back to the car where you left them and found Eddie holding Steve’s head and using your boyfriend’s throat to fuck himself. It made your heart beat harder and you stumbled a bit over a rock– Steve was new to all this, you’ve never been so rough with him before this way. But all the tension in your body eases the minute Eddie spots you and releases Steve with a devilish grin. He even holds Steve’s head back and turns his chin so you can see the blissful, drunk state he was in.
“Baby’s doing so well!,” he shouts his praise as you neared the still open car door. “I see you taught him a few tricks, and they were cute, but I’m showing him what he can really do.”
Steve coughs and your eyes fall back to the slobbery, flushed cock he was just choking on. You feel Eddie’s hands creeping up your thigh and try to find a few words to say that would clue him into your preferred role. Suddenly, he smacks your ass and makes a lewd comment about bending you over the hood.
You act fast, closing your hand around his throat and leaning in so close that your noses brush. “Ah, ah, Daddy. Be careful who you’re manhandling, because one of us bites.”
Eddie’s brown eyes glisten with mischief and he parts his pillowy lips, asking permission for a kiss. You dig your teeth into his plump bottom one and soothe the sting with a gentle lick before forcing his mouth open and shoving your way inside. Eddie accepts, meanwhile Steve works hand and tongue over Eddie's thick, veiny muscle and watches reverently.
After a breathless minute, Eddie has to shove you away and directs your hand to tangle into Steve’s hair together. “OK, Baby. Show Mommy how you get the cream out. And make sure you don’t swallow.”
Confused, you look at Eddie who simply smiles, then Steve’s back to work bobbing his head and reaching down to fondle the nest of black hair covering his tightening sack. Eddie’s little gasps are quieter than before, he doesn’t need to show off or project now that you’re right here in each other’s ears. He must have been edging himself because it doesn’t take long before he tenses up and Steve stops bobbing to hold the spitting head in his mouth.
Your throat goes dry at the sight of the throbbing, twitching thing pumping what seemed like gallons of cum out, so much that Steve chokes and some dribbles out despite his best efforts. You pet Eddie’s damp curls off of his forehead and hum in praise. He must have been saving it all up for a while.
Steve pulls off with puffed cheeks and you try to climb into the car, only to find yourself shrieking as Eddie grabs you and throws you over his exposed lap. His softening cock leaves a slimy wet trail on your lower belly and you fight to get back up, only to be trapped in submission by a strong hand at your throat and a warning slap on your thigh. Somehow he’s got you flipped around– head hanging out of the vehicle where you were just standing and back vulnerable. You can feel the outer seam of Steve’s jeans on your inner thigh.
“Eddie! Hey!”
You can’t do much to stop him as he throws up your dress and rips your underwear down to your knees, stretching them to the point of ruin. Steve can’t do anything but mutter in alarm and shrug indecisively behind your head. Eddie lands a harsh smack to your bare backside and delights in the wondrous jiggle of your flesh. He turns to Steve and asks, “still got your mouthful? Good.”
His next command sends a jolt of electricity to your core and shocks you into silence. “Let Mommy feel what a good mess you made then.”
You wait with baited breath wondering what the hell they were going to do next when you feel two warm, familiar hands caressing their way up your hips. Your whole body shivers in surprise when you feel a mixture of saliva and cum spilling over your ass and pouring down the arch of your spine, then trailing back and slipping down the crevice of your intimate parts.
Steve’s gentle hand comes between your legs and his fingers start to massage the mess over your throbbing clit in tight circles. Your head bows and pussy drips, adding to the mixture your own feral juices. Sex has never been this intimate before.
Eddie hums his approval. “Good boy. Now I have another job for you. It’s gonna be hard work, but I promise we’ll make it worth your while in the end. You ready, baby?”
Steve nods his head enthusiastically.
…
Total bullshit, that’s what this was. An undeserved punishment, Steve felt, and after all the good work he did earlier? It was unfair.
“Keep going, Baby! You’re halfway there!”
Steve bites his tongue to stop from yelling at Eddie to shut up. The smarmy bastard had you laid out on a picnic blanket and was fucking you raw, speeding up when ever he felt you get close to coming and slowing down everytime he came close to coming. You were a blubbering, shaking mess under the evil metalhead, and if Steve was counting right, on your way to a second screaming orgasm. Eddie switched positions whenever he felt like it, careful not to break you and keep you just on the edge of overstimulation at all times and making Steve watch. It looked exhausting.
“Tent’s not gonna build itself, buttercup,” Eddie laughed and slowed down his thrusts once again leaning down to whisper sweetly at you. “How are we doing, Mommy, huh? How many petit la morts do we have including all the little tiny ones?”
Tears stream down your face but you haven’t given your safeword yet. “S…seven. I-I think. Two big ones…”
“Two big–” Eddie sits up and starts to pound into you roughly. Your moans reach a fever pitch and you scream, convulsing again under his watch and he pulls out to finger you gently down from your high. “There, now it’s three.”
Steve has already sweated through his shirt and discarded his belt a long time ago. He won’t take his pants off for fear of breaking your one rule– coming without permission. It was getting tough to see through the haze of lust clouding his mind and fury that the tent poles he has left won’t go together like they’re supposed to.
“Mommy says you’ve got them backwards,” Eddie yells. He’s flipping you back onto your stomach and letting you rest. He hasn’t come since earlier in the car and Steve has gotten to come once. He’s being patronizing on purpose as he says slowly, “flip. The one. In your right. Hand.”
Steve begrudgingly does as he’s told and what do you know? Click! He scrambles to slide the canvas over the metal frame and finish setting up, shucking his shirt and glaring against the mid-evening sun as it dips behind the trees. He comes back to find Eddie gently cradling your limp body in his arms like one of those religious marble sculptures you studied in school.
Steve stands nervously as he takes off his pants, shoes, socks, and boxers, keeping an eye on you. “Are you sure she’s ok?”
In answer, you open your eyes and give him a weak thumbs up. He at least knows what you are feeling right now– worn and drained but torn between wanting to please the other and continue or call it quits. Steve himself has been scolded by you on more than one occasion not to overextend himself. He’s never seen before the limits of how much you can take.
“Ok. I’m done.” Steve kneels carefully on the blanket and waits, his neglected cock standing proud and tall before him. Eddie’s eyes roam over his naked body appreciatively. “What’s next?”
Eddie hugs you close to his chest like he hadn’t spent an hour fucking the life out of you. He’s sore too, but he hides it well. “I think you deserve a reward. Something good that you’ve never been given before. Something having one partner can’t quite accomplish on their own.”
Some type of discussion or understanding must have happened earlier while Steve was unaware, because at that moment, you shift yourself and need no verbal instruction from Eddie on how to move. Steve watches rapturously as you both sit up and Eddie shoves his cock into you (with a slightly pained grunt and a gasp from both of you), then he hooks his arms under your knees and lifts you into an unusual and open position.
Only then does Steve realize it’s not your abused pussy that’s stuffed right now.
“I-I… y-you…”
Eddie grunts. “Come help me fuck your Mommy, babe. She could use a couple of nice warm loads in her holes, don’t you agree?”
Hesitantly, Steve crawls over, watching you both tumble onto your backs and hold your hands out to him. Eddie’s cock is naturally thick, it’s a wonder you didn’t call a timeout already. Eddie’s endless patience wears off and he yanks Steve over you, rocking his hips so he’s fucking your rarely used hole. Steve watches again, entranced by the way Eddie's fills you from this close up position he’s never been able to see.
“I-I don’t understand what you want me to do…?”
Your hands cradle his face sweetly. “Sweetie? Fuck me.” Panic flashes in his eyes that you try to soothe. “I can take it. I can take you both. You’ll fit, I promise.”
“All you need to do is come,” you coo and guide his lips to yours.
Finally, Steve grasps the root of his shaft and brushes his tip on your sex. You hiss through your teeth and clamp down hard, causing Eddie to groan as you squeeze him tight. Steve doubles back and finds the little bottle of lube he’s been hiding in his pocket since the trip started and works it as much as he can over his shaft, which twitches with his touch.
“Come on Stevie,” Eddie moans, “Mommy’s waiting for you.”
Steve shifts your legs into a better position to take him so you won’t be so tight around your entrance. He lines himself up and pushes, wincing as your sore parts flutter and spasm and squeeze around his initial breech. He pushes in as deep as he’ll go and sighs, surprised at a strange tingly feeling he gets thanks to an unusual pressure.
“What… what the hell is that?”
Eddie grins and turns your fucked out face to his. “Do you wanna tell him, or should I?”
Steve can’t help but thrust shallowly, so desperate to finish after being forced to hold back for so long. The tingling in his gut gets stronger, like touching himself for the first time ever. His mouth gapes open as your sleepy eyes find his and let him use your body for his pleasure.
“That’s Eddie, Baby.”
He doesn’t understand until he does. Eddie had held perfectly still while Steve inserted himself, but now that he’s caught onto Steve’s rhythm, he starts to move perfectly off beat, gliding in and out of your holes like the the up beats in four-four time. And Steve feels something moving, something caressing his cock from tip to shaft with every down stroke, then back up with every pull out. That’s Eddie, baby, his brain echoes endlessly.
“Eddie, Eddie,” Steve’s brain starts to short circuit and his hips stutter, drool gathering on his lower lip and beginning to leak out. “Oh god, I can feel you, Eddie. I can feel you moving in her. Oh fuck, I didn’t know… I didn’t know you could take so much and feel so fucking good… oh fuck, I don’t wanna come– I don’t want this to end!”
“You have to come, Baby,” you plead. “You have to come inside me and fill me up.”
“Mommy needs a break, Baby boy,” Eddie adds, thrusting his hips faster. “She’s already taking so much that tomorrow, it’s just gonna be you and me and a bag of ice for her to sit on.”
Steve’s too far gone to laugh and feels his balls tightening painfully. He rests his head on your chest and feels you card your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to finish so you can all eat and get some much needed sleep. He hears Eddie whisper something in your ear and one of your hands trails down the curve of his spine, past dozens of adorable freckles and between the valley of his cheeks. You stuff two fingers in his hole and curl them like a hook as he suddenly cums hard.
“Atta boy, Harrington!” Eddie rocks his hips faster, pinned down by the combined weight of his lovers. “I’m gonna get you a fucking cigar for that one!”
As Steve’s cries die down, you feel Eddie’s shifting cock stop and fill you with more hot liquid. Your thighs are on fire from holding this position and you let Steve slide off to the side before rolling the other way off of Eddie, sprawling on your stomach and sighing at the feeling of cool air on your raw, chafed parts.
After a minute, Eddie’s arms wrap around the both of you and pulls you closer, but you’re all much too tired to do anything else. His thumb strokes over your sweaty foreheads and he chuckles into the fresh air as night begins to fall.
“I was being serious about that ice though, babe. Anybody want a snack?”
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This fic was rewritten and finished 10 minutes before I posted it so I am losing my mind
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Kinktober 2022 Day 7: Public -- Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Female-AFAB Reader
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Kinktober 2022 / Day 31
Food play: Lando / Max F
[spoiler alert: there's no food play in this. It's just domestic idiocy. Inspired by the prompt, not bound by the prompt. ]
“Truth or dare?” Max picks up a card from the pile in the middle of the floor. They’re both awful options. He skids it into the discard pile and chooses another one.
Lando’s sprawled on the carpet, hands behind his head. He turns his face up to Max, cross-legged opposite him, and tries to read his expression. Max is studiously blank, the card to his chest. “Truth.”
Max pulls the card far enough back to see and turns it truth-end up. “What would you do if you got locked in a supermarket overnight?”
“On or off season?”
“Surprisingly, the card isn’t specific about that,” says Max drily. “You choose.”
“Off, then.” Lando thinks for a bit. “I’d try one of each biscuit. Find out which ones are the good ones. And try all the ice cream. Probably eat too many dried apricots.”
Max nods and discards the card back to the floor as Lando picks one up. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare?”
“Good choice,” says Lando, still not having looked at it as he lifts the card. “Exchange an item of clothing with the player on your right.” He eyes Max. “Are you wearing anything that isn’t mine?”
Max fixes him with a look, then opens and closes his mouth and decides against arguing the semantics of mine about clothing. Lando’s already holding out his bracelet anyway, clearly having chosen an alternative definition. Max fumbles with the clasp on his own, hands it over then slips Lando’s on. It’s still warm. He lingers on that thought for a moment as he picks up another card.
“Dare,” says Lando without being asked.
“Oh Christ, no, no—” Max says, trying to dispose of the card a split second after reading it, but Lando’s quicker, has him in a vice grip, silver pressed hard against his wrist bone as he pulls Max off balance to get to the card. He’s far too gleeful as he reads out: “Only answer yes for an hour.”
Max groans and screws up his face. “Don’t. No. Game over. That’s it. No more. I’m done. We’re done.”
“Okay,” says Lando, picking up another card.
“No!”
“Yes.” He’s starting to giggle. “Put on a blindfold and eat whatever your partner gives you.”
“No. I didn't choos—”
“Yes.” The giggles are spilling over into proper infectious laughter and Max knows he’s doomed. Lando rolls himself to his feet and pads into the kitchen. “Don’t look,” he calls over his shoulder.
Max groans again and drops his head, irritating himself with his compliance."You're not going to be a dick about this, are you?" A yes floats back and Max sighs. At least there's no hot sauce in the apartment.
#yes this is the 'went nowhere' idea from days 23/24#but i actually like it and it went further than anything i tried to concoct for 'your choice' so here we are#is it cheating?#no more so than any driver's ever done to win a head to head challenge so i'm fine with it#lando fic#max fewtrell fic#nortrell#mando#4#f1 rpf#kinktober 2022#kinktober#tppkinktober2022
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Frustration (Mikey Way x reader)
Kinktober day 6: Angry make-up sex
Summary: After a friend posts a picture of (y/n) having fun with them, Mikey finds that he’s rather jealous - and his insecurity leads to an argument that can only be resolved one way.
Word count: 1471
Warnings: silly little argument + conflicty stuff, dubious consent (like there’s no clear no, but also no clear yes - it’s just heavily suggested that our reader is fine with what’s happening) ,degradation
“Hey, I’m home.”
When their boyfriend didn’t answer, (y/n) stuck their head around the door frame, concerned. He was sat at the kitchen table staring at his phone with a deep frown. “Mikes? Is something wrong?”
A muscle in the side of his face twitched slightly. “You went out wearing that?”
They glanced down at the very short shorts they had chosen to go out in. “Yeah. You saw me when I left… what is it, what’s up?”
He shook his head in disbelief, holding his phone out. “This.”
It showed the photo their friend had posted on Instagram earlier, one (y/n) had loved. There were eight of them crammed into a tiny booth seat at the pub, legs tangled over each others laps and arms around waists or shoulders. Everyone was dying with laughter and nobody was looking at the camera - it was the perfect semi-candid shot. “Okay, what about it?”
“You think it’s appropriate to go acting like that in public?”
They rolled their eyes at his tone. “We were out for a couple of drinks, not whoring ourselves out on street corners. And nothing I ordered had booze in, before you ask. I was just having fun. It’s hardly illegal.”
That didn’t seem to help his temper at all. “Okay, but why are you getting so… personal with people in public?”
“They aren’t just people, Mikey, they’re my friends. Why is this bothering you so much?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He huffed sarcastically. “Maybe it’s because you’re my partner. You’re taken. You shouldn’t be out showing yourself off like you’re single.”
Their eyes narrowed. “Showing myself off? I was hardly doing that. Hell, you were invited! If you were so concerned about me having fun with people without you then you should have come along.”
“What, so I could sit there and watch you drape yourself over a whole host of random people?”
“They’re my friends!” Their jaw dropped, furious that he was being so childish. “You know, some of us are capable of making friends with people without having to scrounge them off an older sibling.”
Something in him snapped at that dig. “Say that again. I fucking dare you.”
(y/n) snorted. “What, you think you’re all big and scary because you’re six inches taller than me? Get fucking real.”
Suddenly they found themselves pinned against the wall, Mikey’s leg shoved between theirs and a familiar hardness pressing against their stomach as he glared down at them. “You’re gonna pay for that.” He didn’t give them the chance to respond, slamming his lips into theirs and tugging firmly at the handful of hair he’d seized. Judging by the way they moaned against his actions, he was doing the right thing.
Breaking the kiss, he manhandled them through the doorway to their bedroom. “Strip. And kneel.”
They scoffed, arms folded. “Make me.”
This time when he kissed them, his hand kept such a tight grip on their throat that their mind was going fuzzy from lack of blood. When he finally released them he fixed them with a glare that made their hair stand on end.
“Next time you say no to me, I won’t touch you at all. I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I get off all by myself while you’ve got no way of doing the same. Is that what you want?”
(y/n) shook their head, and he smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now strip.”
They’d barely finished removing the last item of clothing when he moved to stand directly in front of them and pushed them to the floor, also totally naked himself. “Open your mouth.”
“No.”
“You’re really pushing your luck today, aren’t you?” He seized their chin tightly, squeezing until their mouth hung open. Scanning their face for any sign of doubt or worry - there was none - he rammed his dick into their mouth before they could talk back, groaning as they gagged a little around his length. “That’s better, putting that pretty little mouth to good use.”
His cock hit the back of their throat over and over, and he watched as tears mixed with the saliva that trailed from the corners of their mouth. The sounds he was making were almost unholy, and despite the force he was using them with, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel their own pleasure building. They’d never been the most vanilla of couples, but this was certainly the roughest Mikey had been with them in a while. And they were loving it.
Both hands on the back of their head, he held them down so their nose brushed his pubes, ecstasy flooding through him as their warm, wet cheeks fluttered around him. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You belong to me. You can go out looking like a common slut for all the world to see, but only I get to see you like this. Like the needy little bitch you are.”
He let them go, listening to their choked gasps as they got used to being able to breathe properly again. It took very little effort to drag them onto the bed, spreading their legs so he could kneel between them and press himself against their entrance. They keened softly, putty in his hands as he pinned their wrists above their head.
“You keep your hands to yourself, and maybe I’ll give you what you clearly want. Huh? No touching. If you move those hands, I won’t let you cum for the next week.”
They nodded and he let go, smiling as they kept their hands in place. “So good, doing as you’re told.” Gripping their hips harshly he thrust into them, straight away moving at a punishing pace and relishing in the cracked moans his movements were pulling from their throat. He fucked them relentlessly, fingers digging into their soft skin as he dipped his head to sink his teeth into their chest.
They arched against him, still just about keeping their hands away as they struggled to speak. “I - shit, so close. Need you.”
He slowed for a second, resting his forehead against theirs as they whimpered. “Now, do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough?”
“Please. Fuck, I can’t… please.” They became even more incoherent as he slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers against them in a way that made them squirm. “Oh God, Mikey!”
The way they cried his name so reverently was more than enough to convince him, and he started thrusting again, somehow managing to go even deeper than before. It was only a matter of moments before they were tightening around him, muscles spasming as their orgasm left them boneless.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Pulling out as they came down from their high, Mikey only needed to jerk himself a few times before spilling across their stomach with a groan, vaguely aware of them stroking his shoulders encouragingly as his vision greyed out. He collapsed next to them, breathing raggedly as they ran a hand through his sweaty hair. Neither of them said a word. After a couple of minutes they got up, already walking slightly stiffly as they headed for the en suite, cleaning up the mess he’d made. When they were done, they grabbed his water bottle and brought it over as a kind of peace offering, snuggling back under the covers. He took a drink and sighed, guilt sinking into his chest as he saw the beginnings of the bruises already littered across their delicate skin.
“I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to start a fight over.”
(y/n) shrugged. “I mean yeah, it was. But I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said some of the things that I did. I gotta say though, I really like your method of conflict resolution.”
“It wasn’t too much, was it? I didn’t make you uncomfortable?”
“You want me to be honest? Fine. Michael James Way, I think that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”
He snorted, tucking an arm around their waist. “Glad to hear it. I mean it though. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I... I just can’t help but think that you’d be happier with someone who wasn’t me. Someone more sociable, more of a party animal. Someone who isn’t worse at socialising than a nerdy seventh grader.”
“Hey, no.” They propped themself up on an elbow so they were looking down at him. “No way. You’re the love of my life, and I need you to start believing that. Nobody compares to you. I don’t wanna imagine what my life would be like without you in it.”
He pulled them down again for a kiss. “God, I love you so fucking much.”
“And I fucking love you, Mikey fucking Way. No matter how much of an idiot you are.”
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New year, ACTUAL MCR CONTENT!!!
Anyway, the prompt list for Bandom Kinktober 2022 is LIVE!! The collection is also up, so if you get very inspired and pump out the fics soon, you can post them to the collection to be revealed October 1st 🥳🖤
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Kinktober 2022 - Day 13
Day 13 of Kinktober
Kink: Angry Sex
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x OFC (Lila)
Words: 744
T.W.: N/A
Summary: Jealousy doesn't agree with you
The ride home was unbearable. None of them said anything to the other. Just a couple of hours earlier they were laughing and drinking with the team and now they weren’t speaking. All because he thought she was flirting with Danny’s brother, Matt. She wasn’t, by the way. Matt was actually just telling her of all the mischief Danny used to get into as a kid, giving her ammunition to then give Steve, but Steve thought differently.
They got home and that’s when it began. Lila was already expecting it but she was really hoping that they would just go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow. No such luck, apparently.
- “Did you get his number before leaving, at least? I mean, I don’t think I got there in time for that not to happen, so…” – He was pissed. Anger dripped from every word. This was going to be a long night.
- “Oh, knock it off, Steve. He’s Danny’s brother. I was just being friendly. That’s it.”
- “Yeah, right. I saw the way he was looking at you. Checking you out. He definitely wanted more than to just be Danny’s brother to you.”
- “So what? That doesn’t mean he would get what he wanted. Or do you think I’m that type of person?”
- “I don’t know. Are you?” – That stung. Now she was the one beyond pissed.
- “You know what? Maybe I should have given him my number. That way you would be right in accusing me of flirting with him and so much more. I wonder if he’s good in bed? Maybe he’ll give me a good fucking.”
That was it. That was what sent him over the edge. He didn’t think about what he was doing; all he knew was that he was going to show her who was able to give her a good fucking.
He pushed her against the wall and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with anger, lust and jealousy. He was actually a bit surprised when she kissed him back. Picking her up by her legs, he carried her towards the couch, laying her there. He ripped her shirt open and pulled her jeans down, as well as her lacy panties. He could tell she was completely drenched. That just made him harder.
Taking his clothes off, he quickly got on top of her, aligning himself with her entrance. While kissing her, with a hard thrust, he was inside of her. “God, she feels so good.”, he thought, grabbing her breast and licking her nipple, making her moan his name.
- “Let me show you what a good fucking is.” – Lila wasn’t expecting that, at all. He started thrusting, faster and harder than ever before.
- “Fuck, Steve. Don’t stop.”
- “You like it like this? Yeah? Say my name, come on.”
- “Steve, fuck, Steve. Don’t stop.” – She didn’t know what else to say. He was fucking her like he had never fucked her before. She couldn’t think straight. Lila felt her orgasm climbing and soon she hit her peak. Screaming his name, she came, shaking violently under him.
- “Get on all fours.” – She did as she was told. He thrusted inside her again, hard. She could feel him touch her core. She loved it when he did that. A few hard and fast thrusts and they were both on the edge of coming.
- “God, Steve. Keep going. You’re gonna make me come again.”
- “Fuck, Lila. I’m almost there. Come for me, baby. Come on.”
- “Steve, I’m coming. Come inside me, please. I wanna feel you come inside me. God, I’m almost the…”
With that, they both came. He could feel her cramping around his cock, sucking all of his cum into her. How he loved that feeling. Looking down at her, he could tell she was spent.
- “You okay, babe?”
- “I’m good. Just tired.” – Lila answered, a tired smile on her lips.
Steve got up, went to the bathroom and brought a wet cloth. After cleaning both of them up, they just laid there, resting.
- “I’m sorry, Lila. But I really thought you were flirting and seeing the way he was looking at you, I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
- “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. But I gotta say, if this is the result of you being jealous, I’m gonna have to make you jealous more often.”
- “Not funny.” – He said, with a smile on his lips.
He could definitely repeat this, without the angry part. Definitely.
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