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do a fanfic with leg humping, i beg you, ON MY KNEES 🙏🙏🙏 and with hand kink😜 i don’t care about the back story, i don’t care if it’s matt or chris just do it please 😞
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you couldn’t care about the movie playing, and matt has an idea to keep you occupied. however, you’re not prepared for the punishment when you don’t listen.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, thigh riding, hand kink, edging, overstimulation, degradation, spanking, AFTERCARE
SAFE WORD IS MENTIONED BUT NOT USED!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,021
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is kind of intense??? but i like it??? is that crazy???
sorry for no post yesterday. i’ve been having a not so good week and was exhausted/unmotivated when i got home :(
BUT enjoy reading anon! this one was a little hard, i hope i did okay :)
you’ve always been fascinated by your boyfriend’s hands. how much bigger they are than yours, how his rings fit perfectly on his fingers; it’s no coincidence that he wears them on only his pointer and pinky.
the both of you sit on the couch. you guys just started watching a movie, but you couldn’t care less about it.
you wished matt’s hands were roaming your body right now, possibly holding your throat as he rails into you. maybe even—
“are you even watching?” he says, snapping you out of your x-rated thoughts.
“yeah.” you lie.
he can tell in an instant that you’re bullshitting him. “you know i don’t like liars.”
“but—”
“get up and strip.”
you blink at him before getting up, slowly taking off your layers until you’re fully nude. he puts his foot on the coffee table across from where he’s seated.
“sit on my thigh.” he smirks. “and ride it.”
you stare blankly at him, wondering where this burst of confidence came from. however, you’re turned on nonetheless.
he chuckles. “i could read you like a book, y/n. you think i don’t know you were thinking about me fucking you right now?”
you blush and he continues. “i want to watch the movie. it’s either my thigh or nothing, sweetheart.”
you walk over hesitantly to straddle his thigh. you feel so exposed since he still has his clothes on.
his veiny hands caress your sides as you start to rock your hips. you can’t help but to hold them, the warmth feeling nice on your cold ones.
matt’s chin rests on your shoulder so he can still watch the movie in front of him. you moan and shudder when you feel the fabric on his jeans hit the right spot on your clit.
the pressure feels so good, your moans growing louder each time you roll your hips.
he slaps your ass, making you yelp and jolt. “shh.” he shushes. “i can’t hear what they’re saying.”
you whine in protest but nod anyway. the voices on the TV are muffled for you. the only focus is you getting off on your boyfriend’s thigh. you’re so needy and can’t help but look pathetic because of it.
“matt.” you whisper in your ear, the warm feeling in your stomach starting to build. “i-i’m gonna cum.”
“no.” he starts. “hold it until the movie’s done. the movie you wanted to watch in the first place.
“please ma—”
he slaps your ass again to shut you up. you moan loudly at the hit; enjoying it.
your hips get faster and start to tense. there’s no way you can hold it for that long.
“n-no matt y-you don’t understand,” you whine, feeling your cum start to drip down his leg.
“it’s… too late.” you pant, slowing down your hips until you stop. he tuts, taking the remote that’s next to him and pressing the replay button on the TV. he grabs your throat with those goddamn hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“i will restart this movie every time you cum without my permission, you understand me?”
matt had to restart the movie three times. every time you whimper an ‘i’m sorry’ into his ear, but it does nothing for him.
you’re sweating and overstimulated, and your pussy is swollen because of it. the inside of your thighs and his pants are soaked with your fluids, even the couch is messy. one of your buttcheeks are red and numb from the numerous times he spanked it.
you moan softly, your brain feeling fuzzy. you grind into his thigh still, but you start to become weak.
he takes the two fingers with no rings on them and shoves them into your mouth without warning. you gag at how deep they went.
“quiet. i want to hear,” he demands again.
you suck on his fingers and roll your eyes back. tear streaks stain your cheeks from the number of times you cried from pleasure.
“matt.” you muffle around his fingers. “it hurts.”
“that doesn’t sound like the safe word, love,” he says as he kisses your cheek.
he’s not wrong. yeah, it hurts, but it hurts too fucking good. you love being under matt’s control, even though something as intense as this is rare.
you start to slobber over his fingers. the feeling comes back, and you're surprised you have an orgasm left. you dig harder into his thigh and let out a sob.
“shh, it’s okay.” he soothes. “there’s only a few minutes left. you can hold it, yeah?”
your vision starts to fade, and matt removes his fingers from your mouth. you can’t moan anymore; only pant and whimper.
you’re not the only one that’s in pleasurable pain. matt’s been hard as fuck since this started, but right now he wants it all about you. not him.
the end credits start to play, and you sigh with relief. your last orgasm immediately washes over you. he wraps his arms around you as you shake uncontrollably in his grasp. “there you go.” he says as you cum for the fourth time on his thigh.
you collapse on top of his chest, ‘thank you’ leaving your lips over and over again.
“come on,” he says, swiftly picking you up and walking to the bathroom.
he runs a hot bath and gently places you in it. he takes some water to wash the tears away on your face.
matt whispers praises to you as he washes your hair. you stare at his face through tired eyes, admiring how he always takes care of you no matter what.
the way he moves his hands around your body to clean you up rubs you the right way.
after the bath, he carries you in a towel and lays you down softly on your shared bed. he goes over to the dresser and grabs a matching pajama set.
he carefully dresses you and puts you under the covers. he tucks you in, kissing your cheek when he realizes you fell asleep.
“goodnight, my beautiful girl,” he whispers in your ear, kissing you one last time.
𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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MDNI / bakugo x reader
Chest to chest, you were seated on Katsuki’s lap, cockwarking him while he was seated on your couch. both your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your phone in one hand. You were reading one of your favorite romance book/series, and everytime you came across a heart-fluttering moment, you would not only feel your heart flutter, but your pussy too.
Katsuki groans and lets out a breathy “Mmh, fuck”, and grips your hips tighter as soon as he feels you clench around him.
It was your idea to do this, since he kept teasing you about being a loser with no life, burying yourself in those goddamn fiction instead of spending your time with him
So as a little punishment and to prove something to him, you force him to ‘sit still and don’t move.’ You were the one leading here, so whenever he tries to grind or thrust up a little, you completely eject yourself from his dick. He’d get so whiny and plead to you, “M’sorry. Sit back down, I won’t do it again. Please, baby. Need to feel you around me.”
You squealed once you got to your favorite part, a love confession of the main characters, finally! and Katsuki feels you clench harder than ever before. He moans loudly before muffling his moans into your neck, lowkey embarrassed that it’s getting him so close to cumming.
Then, you toss your phone down onto the couch once you’d had enough reading. “Thank you Katsuki, You did so good, baby.” You kiss his shoulder then his neck and whisper praises against his ear. He brings his face up to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You return the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck once again and begin bouncing, and you both let out long moans.
It doesn’t take long for the both of you to cum, having been cockwarming for almost an hour.
Safe to say Katsuki doesnt mind you spending your time reading and ignoring him now, as long as you sit on him while he’s buried in you.
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Chest candy for Ghost and the 141! After many successful missions (and being the baddest bitches in general) the team is going to receive some medals. Ghost tries everything in his power to not have to attend the ceremony. Having to wear that stupid ceremonial uniform, all the attention and the fuzz around them - that sounds like hell to him. He's just doing his goddamn job after all.
A/N: I was very disappointed when I learned what a chest candy is, ngl. A literal version (like a crate filled with gummies and stuff) would be so much better. Anyway, on with the story.
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“You walk like you’re chafed down there, mate.”
Ghost stops and shoots a threatening look at Soap. And reasonably so—your poor lieutenant was trying his best. Price negotiated with him, and they reached an agreement for today’s dress code—he would put on the fancy uniform but keep the balaclava on.
The captain decided this was a fair exchange—persuading Ghost to wear anything other than camo deserved a chest candy of its own. Not only that, but many people will attend today’s ceremony; even worse, the press will also be there. There was no way he would get rid of his “comfort blanket.”
But, even a day without his camo, standing in front of strangers and being photographed, is a century for the lieutenant.
You, Soap and Ghost are preparing for the event in the town hall’s bathroom. Ghost struggles to walk in his new shoes, so you figured some practice might help. You made him walk across the bathroom stalls, which was an unfortunate location since Soap was already in one of the toilets and popped out, offering a “helping” hand.
But it’s not just the shoes that hinder his ability to act normal. He seems to struggle with something deeper within himself. He constantly fidgets, readjusts his blazer, pulls at his collar, and avoids direct eye contact. His gaze constantly darts between you, the sink, the floor, and back to you again.
Except for now.
He’s staring at Soap like a feral animal, ready to leap on its prey. And you get it. You do. Given what he’s used to, this situation should be tough and quite uncomfortable.
He slowly shifts away from Soap and towards you.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“Tell him,” Soap taunts you with his arms crossed, “tell him how he looks.”
“Why are you still in here?” You snap at him.
“I’m sorry!” Soap shouts and throws his hand up, “Have you guys booked the toilets for a private viewing?”
You close your eyes and rub your forehead. This better not escalate.
“Can you please leave us alone for a mom—”
“How about forever?” Ghost snaps.
“Fine”, Soap says and heads for the exit. “Just don’t let him pull another runaway bride on us again, okay?”
You wave for him to exit the bathroom. Soap does as he’s told, and you lean against one of the stalls. You examine the lieutenant from head to toe, but he’s too busy patting and pulling at the blazer to notice you. He grabs his tie and tugs at it.
“Don’t loosen the tie.” You command, “It’s supposed to be snug.”
“Who the fuck decided that wearing a noose around your neck is a good idea?” He says and starts tugging at his collar.
“And stop doing that to your collar—you’ll rip a button off.”
“It’s too tight.”
You approach him, place your index finger inside his collar, and trace the circumference.
“Ghost, it’s not that tight.”
“It sure feels like it.” He replies.
You sigh and slap your arms against your thighs. How will you make him understand what he’s feeling right now? He has to turn his attention inwards and observe his body. Acknowledge it. That’s the only way he’d be able to befriend his current state.
“Is the collar and tie the issue here, or is it your throat?” You ask.
He clasps his neck and looks at you, puzzled. “I don’t understand,” he says.
“Your throat,” you explain, “does it feel tight? Is there a lump when you swallow?”
He throws his head back and closes his eyes. He’s trying to become acquainted with his senses. He takes a deep breath and swallows hard.
“Affirmative,” he states, “a lump is indeed present.”
“It sucks, doesn’t it?”
He opens his eyes wide and nods slowly. “Sure does,” he murmurs.
“It feels like when we’re at the beginning of a mission, right?”
“Just like it.” He nods, “especially when we’re unsure of what we might come across.”
“How about,” you say as you straighten his tie, “We approach this event in the exact same way?”
“How?”
“What are the objectives here?” You ask.
“Get that fucking chest candy, and get the fuck out of here.”
“And what should we do to accomplish that?”
“Get up on the stage, shake some dickhead’s hand, and walk away.” He replies.
“How long would you recon that’ll take?”
He tilts his head. “About three minutes max.”
“That’s not too bad!” You shout and pat his chest, “Plus, I doubt the people awarding us want to be here either.”
He huffs. “You think so?”
“Of course! It’s just as inconvenient for them as it is for us.”
“Then why are we all doing this?” he wonders and throws his hands up, “Why pretend?”
“Because,” you reply, “sometimes in life, you must pretend; pretend to be strong, courageous, pretend to know what you’re doing even though you have no clue….”
“Fake it till you make it?” He asks.
You smile. “Yeah, Lt., fake it till you make it.”
He shakes his hands and kicks his feet. He straightens his suit and posture, then looks at the bathroom window.
“This won’t fit me this time, so we might as well get done with it as soon as possible,” he says and turns to you, “on me, soldier.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” You salute him.
You walk towards the entrance where the ceremony is taking place. Many people are in the room, but you always stay within his proximity to make him feel safe. Sometimes you direct him on what to do—shake this person’s hand, relax the shoulders, pose, stand over here.
He leans towards you while waving at another soldier.
“Do I walk like I’m sore?” He murmurs.
You smile at a photographer and lean towards Ghost.
“No,” you whisper, “why?”
“Soap said so.”
Fucking Soap. He was right; these shoes make him walk like a duck, but you can’t admit it, especially now. He’ll flee.
“Yeah, well,” you reply, “Soap also walks around with a mohawk on his head.”
“Ridiculous,” he says and laughs, “and here I am, wearing a full suit, right?”
You raise your head and look at his black-painted eyes and skull balaclava. He can’t be that delusional regarding what’s ridiculous and what isn’t. But if it helps him right now, so be it.
“Damn right, Lt.,” you say as you nudge his side, “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”
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poly fic idea with lando and max
max and reader have been dating for ages when lando joined f1 he befriended both of them. over time their friendship has many signs of a relationship. lando slowly starts falling for them but hides it cause he thinks he would destroy their relationship and that it isnt normal to be in love with two people. meanwhile max and reader have talked a lot about lando joining their relationship and actually planned a date to ask lando out
Y/N laid on the beach towel beside her boyfriend, the likes of Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris and Daniel Ricciardo with them.
Max was sat up while Y/N laid back with her sunglasses covering her shut eyes. He stared out at the ocean while Lando and Daniel chased each other through the water.
"How's it going?" Asked Charles as he came to sit beside them, his pose match Max's.
To most this would have been a normal greeting, but Max knew better. "So far, so meh," Max answered, digging his toes into the sand. "I don't think he really notices we're flirting with him."
Charles let out a scoff. "Sure he doesn't," he responded. "You two do realise he acts like he's dating the both of you?"
"Piss off, Charles," Y/N mumbled as she rolled over onto her back. But she didn't mean it, it was just a touchy subject.
Charles did piss off. With a laugh, he stood and ran into the water, splashing both Danny and Lando.
Lando left them to it. He walked over and sat in the sand beside Y/N. "Have you got suncream on your back?" He asked, already grabbing it from Y/Ns bag.
She let out a satisfied groan as Lando began rubbing the suncream into the skin of her back. "Can't have your burning," he said, his tongue between his teeth.
Y/N looked over at her boyfriend. Maybe Charles was right. Maybe he did act like their boyfriend.
Goddamn they needed to ask him out.
Their entire holiday was spent with the three of them acting like a couple. Lando didn't notice. It was completely unintential, but he just felt so comfortable around them. He couldn't help it! The others noticed, though. They noticed big time.
"Seriously, I don't know for how much longer I can hold out," Max said as Y/N scrolled through her social media.
She let out a sigh as she locked her phone. "I know, Maxie," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Maybe we should ask him to dinner or something."
That was exactly what they did. Y/N and Max invited Lando out to dinner. And the clueless brit assumed it was nothing. Just a dinner with his friends.
He didn't think anything of it. Not when Max let him try some of his drink. Not when Y/N let him try a bit of pasta from her fork.
It took the couple until the end of the date to realise that Lando didn't realise it was a date. So, as they walked out of the restaurant, Y/N let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to Lando's cheek. "You didn't realise we were taking you on a date, did you?"
Lando's eyes went wide. "Date?" He squeaked. "This was a date?"
"Yes, Lan, this was a date," said Max as he placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder.
"Oh, I wish I had known that."
Lando really wished he had known that. If he knew this was a date he would have dressed a little nicer and would have tried to pay for their food.
"Let's try this again," he said, surprising the couple. "A proper date. We'll book out a restaurant or something, please!"
It was a good thing he was cute.
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Trailer park Steve AU part 17
part 1 | part 16 | ao3
Heat rolls through Steve’s gut; low and quick, a vicious flare, and then he coughs and looks away. “Jesus, man," he splutters, "learn to take a joke.”
“Mmm-hm.” Eddie's smug smirk spreads wide, grows teeth; gotcha bitch, and Steve’s about to tell him to fuck off when he claps his hands to his thighs and abruptly stands up. Does a big stretch, swinging his arms out side to side, reaching overhead until his back makes a noise like a twisted sheet of bubble wrap.
“Holy shit!” Steve frowns. “You’re gonna break your spine.”
Eddie gives him a flippant smile. “That's the idea. Anyway...” He pretzels himself up again, groaning as his neck and shoulders pop. “Seeing as we’re trapped in here for the foreseeable future, you wanna do what the little psychos asked? Play twenty questions or have a heart-to-heart or whatever?”
“Seriously? And just give them what they want?”
Eddie shrugs. “Seems like the fastest way out of here, so yeah.”
“We don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“Please. You negotiate with them all the time." He folds forward at the hips, looking at Steve upside down between his legs, and twists a curl around his pinky. "Those kids have you wrapped around their grubby little fingers."
"They do not!"
"They totally do. Besides," he swings back upright, "I’ll negotiate with anyone if it gets me back home to my girl.”
"Oh." Steve stumbles at that. "Didn't know you had a girlfriend.”
Eddie laughs big and bright, shaking his hair all over the place. “Yeah, Harrington, I have a girlfriend. You're funny. Y'know, Henderson could have saved us a lot of time here if he'd just told me you were fun—”
“Okay, then who’s your girl?” Steve interrupts with a huff, because Eddie’s just hopping around in circles while he laughs like Steve's a fucking moron for making a totally reasonable assumption, and he doesn't understand what's so goddamn funny about it.
“My girl, Harrington,” he all but coos when he collects himself, “is my guitar.” He bites his lip and mimes playing a riff; Steve doesn’t know shit about guitar, but he knows that Eddie’s fingers are quick, nimble and impressive as they jitter through the air. “We’ve got a show this weekend. Like, a real one this time, not just playing to three drunks at the Hideout.”
“Cool,” Steve says, looking away from his rings. “Congrats, man. You any good?”
“You could say that.” Eddie’s mouth goes smug and pleased, genuine pride shining in his big eyes when he rocks back on his heels. “The frat that booked us seems to think so, anyway.”
“Oh, shit!" Now Steve's impressed, because it's the weekend before Halloween, and that means, "College costume party.”
“Of course you’d be excited about that.”
“Hey, great place to get laid,” Steve shrugs.
Eddie chokes on his own spit. “You’re kind of a slut, you know that?”
“Rude,” Steve says mildly. He's not a slut; he's an opportunist.
The ground's starting to hurt his ass, so he stands up to join Eddie's impromptu yoga session. Eddie leans a hip against the workbench, folding his arms over his chest and giving Steve room to move.
His eyes flit to his hemline when it rides up on a stretch. "Would you..." he clears his throat. "Would you want to come?"
"Huh?" Steve twists around.
"To the show," Eddie adds, ducking his head to hide his face behind his hair. "You'd have to cram into the back with Frankie and the drum kit, but uh..."
Steve lets himself picture it for a moment, some alternate dimension where he's allowed to say yes: the winding highway to Indy, a van full of dudes cracking jokes and fighting over who gets to pick the music next, losing himself in the thrum of a crowd while he drinks and dances and watches Eddie on stage.
His throat feels tight, suddenly. He reaches for the flask and takes another sip of whiskey. "Don't all your bandmates hate me?"
"I mean... not any more than I do." Eddie's answer is quiet, his eyes swimming with candlelight; Steve doesn't know when they moved closer, when a hush settled over the room, but it feels like...
"Yeah?" he hedges, his voice barely above a whisper. Then he steps out onto the ledge; icy cliffside, slippery holds. The mountains are so much scarier than the deep sea. "And how... How much is that?"
His pulse kicks in his chest. Echoes down to his wrist, a nervous current beneath his skin. Eddie's eyes are so soft. Big and brown and dark. Dark like the deep woods; endless; sort of mesmerizing.
"Steve, I—"
The cellar doors shriek on their hinges.
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part 18
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There’s No Escape (Part 1)
Summary: You are going through a rather nasty breakup as you escape your ex-boyfriend’s apartment while he’s away on a top secret government assignment. You move to a completely new state in hopes he won’t find you. You clearly underestimated his determination because he has no intention of letting you go.
Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)
Word Count: 1.1k (Next part should be longer! Wanted to get story building stuff out of the way before getting to the good stuff ;) )
If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!
Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings may be added in the future
A/N: @dollrxst, @hxllfiredoll, @nexyswrites, @ghostkennedy, @lipglossanon and like a bunch of others who’s fics I’ve consumed and have been inspired by, this is all your fault and I’m not even mad about it. Please excuse grammatical errors and such, it’s been a hot second since I’ve written stuff like this. Enjoy!
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It was now or never.
Leon Scott Kennedy, your soon to be ex-boyfriend, is away on some top secret government assignment and isn’t due back for about three days. You had been seeing each other for about six months and he insisted you move in with him after three months. He seemed wonderful at first, but living with him proved to be way more than you had signed up for.
He was bat shit insane.
You weren’t sure if it was due to unaddressed trauma from his line of work or whatever but his controlling and sick nature was ludicrous to you. He was controlling, manipulative and sick in the head. His idea of fun was holding a knife to your throat while fucking the absolute shit out of you. That was just the tip of the iceberg on the things he forced you to do for his pleasure.
Anything you absolutely could not live without was getting stuffed into your little Jeep Renegade. If it didn’t fit, it was getting left behind because you had absolutely no intention of coming back. Clothes, toiletries, some of your books, your video game console and games, a couple pillows and some sheets all got stuffed in. When you were confident you had everything essential for your impromptu move, you closed the back hatch on the Renegade and grabbed your purse, phone and car keys from the kitchen counter, making sure to leave the copy of the apartment key you miraculously found behind. You lock the apartment door and shut it. You lean up against it and take a deep breath before you rush back down to your car. You had a long ride ahead of you; Washington D.C. to Boston was about a 9 hour drive.
It was now or never; you weren’t about to squander this opportunity to escape.
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It was dark by the time you finally arrived in Boston. You navigate the confusing winding streets and find your apartment that you got with your best friend, Becky. You see her come out of the front door as you pull up in your car and park. You see her wave as you step out.
“Hey, you made it! I trust you had a good ride,” she inquires.
“Yeah, long as hell, sorry I’m so late. What time is it?”
“It’s like 9:30, come on in! I ordered pizza for us,” she says, motioning you in.
You grab your purse, keys, phone and one of the pillows you had stuffed into your car and go inside the apartment. You decide you can unload your stuff in the morning. The kitchen is the first room you end up in and you set your stuff down on the small island before stumbling your tired legs into the living room where the smell of pizza was calling your name. You practically collapse in a reclining chair after grabbing a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table. You let out a loud sigh of relief. You made it. You escaped.
“How are you feeling?” Becky asks before taking a bite out of her slice of pizza.
You finish chewing on yours and swallow hard, “I’ve never been so happy in my life. I’m honestly surprised I’m not dead from some of the bullshit Leon pulled.”
Becky shifts nervously on the couch. She was the only person you confided in about your sick, demented ex-boyfriend. You didn’t even tell your parents, you didn’t want to worry them.
When you moved in with Leon, he forced you to quit your well paying I.T. job and forbade you from ever leaving the apartment alone. He took your phone away, but you found ways to sneak it back so that you could at least contact Becky. You didn’t want to think about the things he made you do; it was an absolute miracle you weren’t dead or pregnant from the amount of abuse you endured.
“He hasn’t contacted you yet, has he?”
You shake your head, closing your eyes as you lean back in the recliner, “nah, he won’t be back from whatever assignment he’s on for another few days, and I blocked his number.”
“Good,” Becky replies with a nod.
“I’m going to hit the sack,” you say suddenly as you get up from the chair and begin to walk back into the kitchen to collect your stuff.
“No problem, I’ll help you unload your car tomorrow. I was able to get the day off from work.”
“Thanks, Becky.”
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It’s late in the afternoon when Leon finally gets home from his excursion, his forearms covered in scraps and bruises. He couldn’t wait to see his baby girl, his cock growing hard from the anticipation.
He fumbled with his keys in the low light until finding the correct one to unlock the front door to the apartment. He unlocks the door and opens it.
“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Leon calls out.
But there’s no response.
“Sweetie? Are you asleep?”
Nothing.
Leon could feel adrenaline rush through his veins as he starts to frantically search each room for his sweetheart. He became hyper aware of the dead silence of the apartment the further he searched. When he got to the bedroom, he ripped the closet doors open and found most of your clothes were gone. He ran into the bathroom; your toiletries were gone. Almost all your belongings were gone.
“No, no, no, no, nO, NO, NO!”
Where could you have gone? He never in a million dreams imagined you would ever leave him. You belonged to him. You were his everything. Everything he did, he did it for you, he did it to keep you safe from the disgusting world. Pure rage began to flow through him as he stalked back into the kitchen. Unsheathing his knife, he stabbed it into the center of the small dining table before he used both hands to flip it, letting out a primal growl as he did so.
“That fucking ungrateful bitch!” he growls before walking over to the overturned table to retrieve his knife.
“I loved you, took care of you, protected you… and this is the thanks I get…”
He pulls out his cellphone, dialing your number and putting the phone to his ear.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please check the number and try again.”
Taking a deep breath, he then attempts to send a text to the number.
We’re sorry, the number you have entered is not valid.
Breathing heavily, he puts his phone back in his pocket, balling both his fists and closing his cobalt eyes. He stood there for a moment, seething when he suddenly appeared to have a revelation. His eyes snap back open and he digs his phone back out from his pocket and opens an app. A smile slowly overcomes him as stares down at the phone like he was staring down at a long lost lover.
“There you are. Don’t worry baby girl. Daddy’s coming to get you.”
Part 2
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You're boyfriend comes home and sees you all dolled up, what is he supposed to do other than mess it up by making you cry in pleasure?
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Jason left at 7pm, it was now 2am and you were still awake..
While trying to fall asleep you found yourself watching random videos on your phone and scrolling through various apps, finding cute outfit ideas and just clothes overall. Then you got bored and decided to read some of Jason's books under the bed, they were really good and you were invested but you suddenly felt the need to put on makeup..and boom, you're wide awake and now waiting for your big boyfriend to come back.
And just as you were done with admiring yourself and your work in the mirror you heard the window open, meaning jason was home.
You hopped up and opened the door from your bedroom to make your way to the livingroom, you stopped for a second and froze as you took in the image of your tall, downright scary looking boyfriend. The red practically glowed in the dim light on the moon shining through the window.
"You're just gonna stare, huh?" His slightly moduled but still deep voice snapped you out of it. He turned around and god..he looked even more terrifying "why’re you awake, babe?" He asked as he walked towards you "hm?" He questioned again with his cold fingers against your warm cheek "couldn't sleep.." you smiled and looked up at him through your falsies.
He hummed and took his masks off and smiled down at you, god you never really took in how fucking tall he was..he literally towers over you.
"Who did you get so dolled up for?" He asked softly and so lovingly, he adored you quite frankly..I mean how could he not? How couldn't anyone see you and not fall for you? Jason's lucky to have you, and you're lucky to have him. It goes both ways of course, cause who wouldn't want a goddamn handsome man like him? He was smart, respectful, educated, fucking hot and he knew how to fuck.
You smiled at his question and grabbed his gloved hand "no one actually..I was bored and wanted to try this style of makeup i saw" he chuckled and shook his head "looking so pretty cause you're bored, hm?" Jason's hand went to your waist and down to under your big shirt to grab at your soft ass "how about we make the most of it?"
You tried to contain your grinning but ultimately failed as you teasingly asked "what do you have in mind, mister red hood?"
Jason chuckled deeply, that name coming from your lips got him excited. really, really excited.
"I think you know, little miss civilian"
You cocked your head to the side, more into his touch and Jason put his thumb on your bottom lip as you immediately wrapped your glossy and plump lips around it, staining his gloves with the sticky lipgloss. You started to suck and didn't break eye contact with your big boyfriend.
Jason just groaned at your innocent look and slowly ran his other hand back up again to stop and softly caress the sides of your neck before he breathed out "can I?" He asked almost desperate. He always asked, but the way he asked right now meant that he'll be rough with you tonight.
You hummed around his digit in excitement "mhm~" as a 'yes, fucking please!'
As soon as jason got your consent he slammed you against the wall behind you by grabbing you neck in a tight grip. Jason was already breathing quite heavy and his pupils were blown wide, leaving very little of the pretty green color left in his eyes, he had the Adrenaline from being out on patrol and beating people half to death still pumping through his whole body, making him feel almost high. He was already rock hard thinking about how he would pound your poor pussy into the mattress.
Jason pulled his thumb out and shoved his index and middle finger down your throat "yeah, take it, baby..good girl" he huffed and groaned softly at your cute choked noises as you gagged on his fingers. His cock ached and throbbed in his tactical pants at how goddamn pretty you looked gagging on his fingers and him holding you up by your throat with your toes barely touching the floor.
"Fuck you drive me insane.." he hissed through gritted teeth. Your hand suddenly went down from his chest to his abs and then finally his weeping cock, making the man hiss and moan, that was the last straw for him, he needed to feel you "fuck—get on your knees, baby—get on your knees for me"
you happily did as he said while his hands helped you down to the ground. Jason unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down far enough to let his fat cock bounce up and down infront of your face, It pulsed and twitched as your eyes could only look at his veiny cock, your mouth began to water and gap at the sight.
"Open your mouth, pretty girl" Jason hummed "and give me your hands" he demanded as he already grabbed both your wrists and placed them on his strong chest. "Don't want you touching my pussy without permission, hm?" Your head was trapped between his big built and the wall behind you, it made you feel so vulnerable to him, you loved it.
Jason pressed the wet head of his throbbing cock against your lips and pushed you harder against the wall in the process as you let him slide his fat cock inside your mouth. You instinctively started sucking him in as far as you could, relishing in the needy and absolutely horny moans from Jason.
Jason choked a broken moan out as you started suckling on the salty with precum head of his cock, you moaned at the mere taste of him and you knew you were already embarrassingly wet. "And remember, baby..three taps on my chest and i'll stop, okay?" You nodded and sucked harder on his tip, but that wasn't enough consent to him so he pulled out of your mouth with a hiss "I need a yes, baby, I'm about to face fuck you dumb, I need you to understand your safe word."
You almost moaned at the way he scolded you but you decided to be good and nodded "y-yes I get it..three taps.." your eyes kept switching between his emerald ones and his red and dripping cock "good girl..you deserve your reward now, hm?" You nodded frantically "mhm!" and waited for his 'go ahead'
"Oh my god—fuck..you little vixen.." he cursed. Jason couldn't fucking stop himself from rutting into your mouth and moaning at your gags. His cock felt so heavy on your tongue and in your throat, god this felt almost therapeutic. It made you feel so good, airheaded, no thought in your head, no worries in the world, just fucking good.
Jason started thrusting harder into your tight and warm throat "ohh..f-fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth.
Your manicured hands started to grab at his chest and dig your nails into him. Fuck you were so wet it was getting so uncomfortable, you needed relief so bad that you just clenched your thighs together just for the smallest friction on your throbbing clit.
Jason held your hands against his chest tightly while moving his hips against you and basically using your throat as his pretty fleshlight.
Jason fucking loves getting blowjobs from you, it's his favorite thing when he gets back, just you hungrily sucking him off. So desperate to drink his hot and bitter cum. He still thinks a lot about that one time he came home and you immediately came over to him and got on your knees for him, it was a little awkward cause the door was still open and the neighbor just passed your apartment at that moment, but that just made it hotter. He wants everyone to know that you're his. he would fucking die for that moment to happen again. You were so horny that night, just wanted to suck him off so, so bad. But truly nothing beats being inside of your hot and tight cunt, just swallowing his cock whole as you grind your hips against him and he plays with your clit.
Jason pressed his forehead against the wall and almost came when the both of you made eye contact, just your teary eyes looking up through your pretty lashes, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks. Something about knowing that he caused this just fucking did it for him, he made a mental note to take a picture of you after he's done with you.
Jason threw his head back and just kept fucking your throat as he began to huff and groan almost animalistic, then the need to be touched became way too much for your poor body to handle and you tapped on his chest. Jason, being the decent man he is, immediately pulled out of your mouth and kneeled down to your level, cupping your pretty but messy face, drool covering your mouth, tears streaming and makeup already ruined.
But he couldn't focus on that right now, "are you okay, baby? Did I go too hard?" He asked out of breath and worried that he might've hurt you. You immediately shook your head "n-no! Just want you to fuck me, jay.."
You gave him a fucked out smile and his cock was never that hard before, you looked like a dream..maybe a wet one but those are always the best.
Jason just let his hand wander your soft and curvy body as he grabbed your neck again with the other to kiss you, neither of you really wanted to make the kiss romantic. Right now, you two just wanted to fuck like rabid bunnies.
Jason had his fingers and nails dig into the plush skin of your waist "shit..m gonna ruin you tonight."
You shivered and yelped as jason suddenly yanked you off the floor and swung you over his shoulder with your ass right next to his face, he could've sworn he was able to smell your sweet cunt. jay was literally unable to resist the urge to play with your wet pussy while you're over his shoulder, so he basically ripped your panties off your ass and yanked them down your legs to throw them onto the floor "jayy~" you whined, grabbing onto the red jacket "don't tease me—" your breath stuttered once Jason's fingers easily slipped into your cunt "oh fuck.." he said under his breath, just barely audible "sweetheart, you're so fucking wet for me.."
Your hips started to jerk into his touch while Jason just curiously played with your folds and wiggled his finger inside of your cunt. "S-stop!~" your pleads just made him chuckle and smile "you say that, but you keep clenching and bucking your hips" he paused and striked a harsh slap against your ass "bad girl" he said, the grin in his voice was very evident, he loved playing with you like this, just getting you as desperate as possible. "Jason~ fuck—please just f-fuck me!"
Jason kissed your ass and walked over to the bedroom and swinging off his shoulder so that you were laying on the edge of the bed and you immediately spread your legs for Jason as you watched him take the rest of his get-up off and then drop to his knees "your pussy's the only thing I'd get on my knees for.." he placed a kiss on your clothed cunt and spoke up again "maybe for you too but..this ain't the time to talk about that" he mumbled and kissed your pussy again before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband "how much were these?" You steadied yourself on your elbows and breathed out a "huh?" Jason rolled his eyes and looked up at you "were they expensive?" He asked again to which you shook your head "not really.." "not really?" He repeated with a chuckle "yeah, why—" you got cut off by the loud sound on cotton ripping, Jason just ripped your panties in half..fuck that sheer strenght of his made your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. But you wanted to clench down on his cock so bad.
Jason grinned up at you through his black hair and then just started making out with your pussy lips, grunting and growling at the taste of your sweet pussy. You were writhing on the sheets and grabbing them as your back arched off the mattress "ohh—f-fuck! D-da.." you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to say it but then jason stopped fucking you with his tongue and just slid his fingers back into your pussy as he got onto the bed "yeah? What did you wanna say, hm?" He huffed as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his red, hard cock pressed against your thigh, once he got up, twitching and leaking on your skin "I'm listening, baby" he groaned out in such a sweet but deep tone while he looked down at you. you bit your bottom lip, choking down some moans as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot, jason knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew what made you twitch, writhe and scream.
You finally spoke up "daddy.." and Jason's soft face turned dark with lust and a grin telling you that you aren't gonna be able to even sit tomorrow.
Jason grabbed your waist and flipped you over, showing his your beautiful ass and your arched back "fuck, look at that ass.." he mumbled as he just admired your beautiful body, he loves every fucking curve, dip and stretch mark of your body. He could kiss every inch of you every second of the day and he'd die happy.
Jason's strong hand came up to your pussy and sank in two fingers, but not moving them. Leading to you whining and crying "don't whine baby.." he began and slapped your ass "how about you just shake your ass on my fingers?" He grinned and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth "and if I'm feelin' nice, you'll finally get this fat cock in your needy pussy, yeah?"
You immediately nodded "o-okay!" You mewled but you then recieved another slap on your ass "what was that?" He asked while squeezing the plush flesh "m-meant yes, daddy" you corrected and started shaking your ass to feel more of his fingers, making you lay your head on the sheets and bite them to muffle your moans and embarrassing whimpers.
Jason enjoyed the show greatly, he watched your ass bounce up and down on his fingers so intently. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you to quickly suck them clean and grab his cock "fuck..you're such a good girl, baby..the best girl, aren't you?" You hummed in agreement, your mind was at that point that you just agreed with anything jason said without even knowing what he was saying. And Jason knew that, so he will ask you to repeat what he said so you know exactly what you agree to
"then say it, baby" Jay rasped and grabbed your hips with one hand while the other is grabbing his cock and teasingly prodded it against your clit and then through your folds. "H-huh?" You asked, mind confused and clouded due to his cock being so close to being inside you
Jay grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back so you looked him right in the eye "say you're my good girl" he groaned and softened his tone as he trailed off, seeing your glossy, pretty eyes..with no thought behind them "my pretty, favorite little sweetheart.." you grinned dumbly and opened your mouth just to get cut off my a gasp as jason pushed the head of his cock inside, causing jason to already huff and groan. "C'mon now, say it, smart girl" he mocked and shook your head in his hand.
You whined and wiggled your ass, you tried to push against him to get more of his cock inside but his hand on your hip stopped you, again, jay was way bigger and stronger than you. And having you fight against him, knowing you'll lose got him so hard. Your play fights always turned into rough sex
"'M your good girl, daddy! I'd do anything for you, daddy!" Jason grinned and moved his hand down from your jaw to your neck again and roughly manhandled you to turn over so you were laying on your back and he had all of that pretty body on sight. "Look at you.." he said, with a deep but soft voice as he was watching you over like you were some type of meat to him. He chuckled once you reached your arms out and made grabby hands so he'd kiss you again "so needy.." he smiled down at you and did as you asked, you happily wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed once he kissed you.
Before you knew it, jay was pushing his cock past your pussy lips and slowly pushed further, "mmpff!—j-jayy!" You whined at the stretch and dug your sharp nails into his back, he winced a bit, but God did he love your nails scratching his back open. Jason dipped his head down to kiss at the soft skin on your neck to suck a few dark spots into it. Jay loved seeing the marks he left on you the next morning, and of course also seeing the marks you left on him, sometimes he even verbally encourages you to suck hickeys into his skin.
The stretch of his cock certainly wasn't unwelcomed, but it was still a bitch to get it inside..Jason looked up again and quietly checked up on you "you okay?" Even though he was trying to keep his persona going, he still cared about your well being.
You nodded happily and kissed him again while your legs wrapped around his waist to get him to go deeper. once his tip finally brushed ever so slightly against your cervix, he let out guttural, animalistic growl to be then followed up by a whimper. Jason didn't waste anytime to start thrusting in and out of that little piece of heaven you got between your legs, because God knows jason would go feral if he tried cockwarming with you. He just needed to fuck you at any given moment, he's a desperate mess just like you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth as his hips continued to slap against yours and his cock hammered in and out of you "you feel so fucking good, baby—" Jason whimpered and groaned once he felt your pussy clench and throb around him, jason knew just how to fuck you so you'd fall apart almost immediately. Your nails were scratching at his strong back "you gonna cum for daddy? Already?" He scoffed and as you nodded he pulled out, leaving you moaning and frustrated as he just grinned down at you
"I want you to ride me, can you do that for me?" He asked with a cocky grin while you whined and pouted "j-jaee..." you slurred and grabbed at his arms, jason tapped your forehead and chuckled "can't be this dumb already, babe..c’mon" he ordered and laid down on the pillow before grabbing your hips and pulling you onto him. Once you were ontop and could see his smug face again you pouted sadly "Jay—" "when you ride me you can get to cum as much as you like, how does that sound, hm?"
Jason grinned again at you staring down at his cock, almost hypnotized "c'mon, be a good girl and ride Daddy's thick cock" he urged by massaging the fat of your wide hips "k-kay, daddy.." you mewled and slowly aligned his cock with your dripping hole to immidietly drop down on him with a loud and long moan.
Jason clenched his teeth and gripped your hips tighter "shit—Baby, you feel so good..fucking everytime feels like the first fucking time" he cursed and let his head fall back, he looked so pretty like this. Relaxed, face flushed with heat and his hair stuck to his forehead while the other hairs decorated the pillow nicely. "Bounce for me, babe..bounce on my cock" he groaned as you started lifting your hips slightly and dropping back down, finding a rhythm you both enjoyed. You desperately rolled your hips and threw your head back, so lost in the pleasure. You put your hands on those that were on your hips to help you steady yourself.
You thought you had a nice view before, but you're not seeing what he sees..he just sees his fucking angel making herself feel good on his fat cock, so good that she doesn't even know what's going on anymore, his pretty little airhead angel..
You choked out a moan and felt your thighs burn, but you were so close again..that burning in your legs wasn't going to stop you. Jason felt your hot walls throb and convulse on his cock, making him grin again and let his dominants hand travel down to play with your clit, he's always happy to make you cum faster.
"Yeah, baby..fuckin' cum on me" he huffed and watched you closely as your thighs started shaking "make a fuckin' mess— good fucking girl" Jason looked up was was not ready for that sight..
You were sucking and biting on your own fingers as your mascara and eyeshadow running eyes stared him down as you came on him. Jason cursed, gritted his teeth and grabbed your wrists to slam you under him as he fucked you into the mattress like a feral animal "f-fuck, baby..you damn angel, huh?" Jason ripped your fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with his own "so fuckin' pretty..damn.." he groaned and began to thrust harder, forcing another orgasm out of you. You whined and mewled as you bit down on his fingers and came on his cock.
"P-please, daddy! C-cum inside me!" You cried, muffled due to your mouth being full. Jason couldn't even think anymore after everything you just said and did, his thrusts became more sloppy as he moaned into the mattress next to you. "Fuck!" His yelling drowned in the mattress as he creamed your pussy full to the brim.
You don't think he ever came that hard...and that much..after good 10 seconds he was still cumming and moaning before pulling away from the mattress with a string of spit connected to it and his lips "that was...fucking good..." he chuckled and grinned down at you, he held his weight up to not crush you and just look at you and the marks he's left on you.
"My pretty girl..fuck you look so good" he said in a soft and loving tone as he wiped your hair away from your face, "I could just look at you all day.." you giggled at his compliment "no you couldn't! You'd try to fuck me" Jason let out a soft laugh and kissed your forehead "let me run you a bath, okay?" As he was about to pull out, you pulled at his bicep to get his attention "wait, you forgot something.." you mumbled with an almost shy grin. Jay smiled and ran his finger over your cheek "n what would that be?"
You bit your bottom lip with the same grin "you wanted to take a photo of me.." you mumbled and Jason's eyes widened a bit before kissing you "you're right, baby.." his grin widened and reached down to the side of the bed to reach into his pants to get his phone.
Once he got it, he pulled his Softening cock out of you and groaned out a hushed "fuck..look at that.." as he saw your cunt drip with his cum. Jay turned on the camera and made sure to get both your overflown pussy and your pretty face in the picture "say 'I love my daddy'" he encouraged as he held your thighs open you giggled happily and said "I love my daddy!"
He took the picture and smiled at it before throwing his phone behind him on the bed and threw himself onto you to leave kisses all over your face "jayy~ you wanted to take a bath!"
"Just one second.." he mumbled before grabbing your face and kissing you on your pouty lips "I love you, baby.."
You kissed him back and giggled into the kiss "I love you more~"
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how about "are you comfortable?" with stevie and he's just being really needy with reader
✶ ┄ PUPPY !
summary: steve isn't just needy, he's downright insatiable, and he'll take you any way you’ll let him.
pairing: sub!steve harrington / f!reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: sub steve always needs his own warning, dry humping, r calls steve "puppy" once (spoiler alert: he likes it), smut 18+
a/n: thanks for your request, anon, and for giving me more oppurtunities to write sub!stevie <3
( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )
Steve Harrington was a sweetheart — the sweetest of sweethearts.
All boyfriends were supposed to be nice, but he was perfect and then some. He’s made of marshmallow fluff, all gooey and saccharine. He loves you so much that it’s got him dripping honey.
It’s sweet. He’s sweet. But sometimes all of his mushy goodness is suffocating.
He’s always needing you. It’s like if he’s not touching you, he might die. Most of the time, it’s purely innocent — a hand on your back to keep you close, an arm around your shoulder to press you into him, fingers spread on your thigh to keep you tethered to him.
But there’s always another side of that coin, a far dirtier side, that has him rutting up against you like a damn dog.
Freshly showered and winding down for the night, you lie in the middle of your shared bed on your stomach while you flip through a too big novel.
Steve watches you from the doorway. His step stutters when he catches sight of you. It leaves him frozen where he stands.
Your underwear isn’t anything special, a cotton number he’s seen about a thousand times before, that leaves more of your ass covered than not. Your tank top is possibly older and decorated with a number of dubious stains you've never been able to get out.
And it's not like you’re in the sexiest of positions either, posed in wait for his arrival. It's quite the opposite really. You’re lazing and in your own world, totally sucked into the book you’re reading.
He might've been offended that you didn’t wait for him to come around so you could read to him like you always do, if he weren’t so incredibly hard at the sight of you.
Steve isn’t quite sure how someone could be doing something so mundane, at their most comfortable and more at peace than he’d ever seen, and still be so goddamn beautiful.
It’s just not fair.
He clamors on top of you without saying a word. He presses his nose to your neck, sprinkling tiny kisses onto your skin, while he grinds his hard cock into your ass.
His sweatpants-covered hips drag into you all slow — the feeling makes him exhale sharply in the place of a low moan. Chill bumps erupt at your skin, at the feeling of his warm breath fanning across your shoulder, and the gratification of your boy finding you so irresistible.
It’d be too easy, to roll over and let him take you like he wants. You don’t give in so freely. You rarely ever do. Instead, you take to teasing him, mocking him, because you know he likes that just as much as you simply giving yourself to him.
“Are you comfortable?” you monotone as he rests the bulk of his weight on you.
“C’mon, baby, please,” he all but begs. “I’ll even take a handjob, I just— fuck, you don’t know how hard I am right now.”
“I think I have an idea,” you scoff out a laugh and flip the page, trying your best to ignore the throbbing cock he presses against your ass. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“I just love you,” he mumbles into your neck, punctuating his admission with a kiss.
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm…”
You laugh softly to yourself, several exhales through your nose, at the way he ruts into you all needy.
His cock is still prevalent through the thin layers both of you wear, warm and so incredibly hard. You still feel so much of him despite the fabric that separates you. You can tell he went without underwear for the night. It makes the raging hard-on he has for you, that much more prevalent.
It makes you wonder if it hurts. If the stiffness brings about a throbbing and ravenous ache.
“Flattery goes a long way with me, Harrington,” you purr.
You feel his smile contort against the skin of your neck, all proud of himself because he thinks he’s gotten you to concede. “Yeah?” he mumbles before pressing another wet kiss to your shoulder.
“Yep,” you assure. You turn your neck to look at him over your shoulder and it forces him to leave the refuge of you. He’s lit up with anticipation. You’ve got a playful glint in your eye that excites him. “So you can do whatever you want—”
“I like the sound of that.”
“—But you have to keep your pants on.”
His hips still. The smirk on his face washes away like an ebbing tide. His face contorts into a look of confusion — bushy brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and lips quirked. “…What?”
“I’m gonna let you come,” you shrug.
“But I have to… keep my pants on?”
“Yes, Stevie,” you affirm, almost stern as you arch a brow at him. “Do you understand?”
He swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, then nods with wide, twinkling eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbles before clearing his throat. “I understand.”
When he humps his cock into your ass again, it takes little time for him to pick up the pace. He was needy before, heavy with his want for you, but now he’s downright desperate. He grinds his hips into you, holding himself up on his forearm — next to the elbow that props up your chin — while he lets out pitiful little whines into your skin.
He might not be pleasuring you just now, but a similar feeling swirls in the pit of your stomach. You’ll always feel satisfied when he begs for you.
“Fuck, honey, you feel so good,” he murmurs, breathless. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”
“I’m almost done with this chapter. If you’re not finished by the time I’m done, you’ll have to get yourself off, ‘kay?” you warn with a voice that’s far too sweet. You know he’ll be done by the time you’re finished reading. Besides, it’s not like any of the words are sticking in your head, anyway.
But Steve likes a challenge. Give him a time constraint and an obstacle he has to get over, and he’s golden. Your subtle threat, the way you act like you’re not as into it all as he is — like your panties aren’t soaking wet — just makes him need to come more.
“I’m almost there, baby,” he promises under his breath. “I’m almost there— almost there—”
He mumbles it to himself over and over again as pleasure takes over every fucking lobe of his brain. His free hand tightens its grip on your clothed hip, keeping you nice and still for him while he pathetically ruts his weeping, throbbing cock into you.
His wet, pink lips part to let out every heavy breath and low moan. You wish you could see him right now — the glazed look in his honey-tinted eyes before they squeeze shut tight as his orgasm so quickly approaches.
You know that he’s close by the way his hips stutter against you, like he’s fighting to keep his rhythm as his impending orgasm threatens to take control of his body. His sweats go damp and sticky when several loads of come spit from his cock without much warning.
A whine escapes from the depths of his throat and he leans more of his weight against you, still warm and comforting as heavy as he is. His heaving moans are heaven in your ears and stars against your skin.
Steve stays like that, pressed so fully against you, while pathetic whines spill from his mouth. Even on the comedown of his orgasm, just having you so close makes him feel high.
His head is stuck in the clouds until he hears you laughing. Soft, hearty little giggles spill from your mouths — muffled at first like he’s stuck underwater, until he comes back to reality.
Then he’s laughing right along with you, lazy exhales at how good he feels just now.
You shift under him, silently asking for him to roll off of you, and he abides — still so obedient for you. You sit up on your side as he flops onto his back. Your eyes have a hard time leaving his fucked out face, all flushed and glowing red, to catch that darker gray stain at his crotch. Both sights are equally as beautiful. You don’t know which to gape at.
“Was it worth it?” you ask him with an arched brow.
“Every damn second,” he pants with a sloppy grin.
“Good,” you smile back at him, pressing a too innocent peck to his warmed, freckled cheek. “Now go get cleaned up. You’re a fucking mess, babe.”
Steve eyes flit from your face to the wet spot spreading on his gray sweatpants. He’s embarrassed, almost, feeling like a teenager who’s got the stamina of a goldfish. But he’s more so terrified of leaving this room.
To get to the bathroom, he’ll have to walk by Robin and Eddie’s rooms, and he’d rather die than run into them in a pair of come-stained pants.
“How am I supposed to walk out like this?” he wonders, bewildered.
You shrug in response. “You’re the one who made the mess. You figure it out, puppy,” you tease innocently, though you don’t miss the way Steve briefly perks up at the use of the pet name. The feeling of anticipation swims in your stomach all over again.
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hii! most hair pulling toe curling dog barking jake smut pls <3 im really looking forward to the future of ur blog! 🫶🏻
GOOD GIRL; SIM JAEYUN
pairings: popular!jake x shytutor!reader
Wc. 713
warnings: fem reader, public sex, fingering, praise kink
this isn't toe curling, but jake sim himself is toe curling so...
Trying to tutor jake, but the boy has other things on his mind.
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You didn't even want to be here, you didn't want to tutor jake sim, but due to your shy nature you couldn't even tell the professor that you didn't want to do it.
Jake sim was the most sought after boy at the university — rich, handsome, smart and athletic... Girls wanted to be with him, and guys wanted to be him (some of them wanting to be with him too).
"I'm done." You began to pack up your things, you weren't just gonna sit and wait. "Wait don't leave." You watched as jake ran up to you breathless. "I'm here."
"2 hours later." Basically mumbling to yourself, you were too nervous to even look him in the eye.
Jake took a notice of your timid state, smirking.. you were cute.
"Maybe we can reschedule for next week." You stood up, but he was blocking your way. "Excuse me." You said, eyes glued to the floor.
"Please, I need you." You finally looked up, staring into his eyes... those goddamn eyes. Sighing, you sat down, pulling everything back out.
"Sit."
He sat down... with absolutley nothing in his hands. "Where are your books?" He curses under his breath. "I left them in my buddies car, can we share yours?" He leaned in real close to your face. "o-oh um.. s-sure." You slid the book in between you two.
You fanned your cheeks that began to heat up—jake notices this, smirking... he couldn't help it, he wanted to ruin you.
You knew it was a bad idea, he did absolutely nothing... he just sat there, staring at you, occasionally throwing you a wink when you'd turn to instruct his face back into the book.
"Let's take a break." He sat back in his chair. "It has only been a hour." You looked through the book. "And you've barely done anything."
He didn't get upset at what you said, because he hadn't been listening to a word of what you had been saying, he'd actually be staring at your legs, watching your skirt ride up due to you constantly moving.
"Why are you so shy?" He questioned, eyebrow lifting. "I-i'm not."
"You are, you can barely look at me, it's cute." Was he making fun of you? "I-i can."
"Okay princess, look at me." you can feel his breath on your face, as you slowly twist your head in his direction. "Good girl."
That sent a shiver down your spine, not going on by the boy. "You like that?" He smirked, getting even closer, knee to knee.
"W-what a-are you talking about? pay attention to the book." You stared at the book, trying to ignore the wetness in your underwear.
"Answer my question." His hand slowly making it's way up to where you so desperately wanted him. "Come be a good girl and answer."
You bite your lip to contain your moans. "J-jake." you breathing began to stagger.
"Say it." His hand was now at your heat, rubbing your clit through your panties.
"You're dripping princess, all you have to do is say it and i'll give you what you want."
"I-i d-do, i like being called that." you said quietly, he smiled, pulling your panties to the side.
"Jake" you moaned out as he slid one finger inside your pussy, but he shushed you. "We're in the library, you have to be quite, can you do that for me? hm, can you be a good girl for me?"
You nodded, and he added another finger speeding up his movements. "Fucking hell, you're so wet, you're gonna cum already?, cum for me." you began to shake in his hold as you came on his fingers.
"Be a good girl and cum for me."
"You look so pretty like this." He slowly pulled his fingers out of you slowly, staring you directly into your eyes, putting them into his mouth. "Soooo fucking good."
"Jake."
The whimper you let out made jake's cock twitch in his slacks.
"Princess, let's go." He grabbed your bag, stuffing all the stuff in there. "G-go w-where?" you grabbed his hand, stopping his movements. "To my house."
"I can't just let you go like this, i need to fuck you before I lose my mind."
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anon asked: Hi sweetie, My brain just can't get over the idea of Kid being pegged, I mean, everything is so 'grabable" on his body. So could you write an OS or drabble about this? With a female reader. Maybe Kid would have that kink after a certain time in their relationship, according to your NSFW alphabet. With maybe some overstimulation, hair pulling and spanking as additional kinks? And if it's possible, could you write this with Kid being pegged for the first time? I think it's can be interesting! Last, please, can you write him as extra tough/bratty but his attitude breaks bc he can't handle how good it feels. I hope my request was understandable, I don't know how to explain myself properly. Tysm for your time and anon please
Hi! Well, that was an interesting request! And you’re so damn right, Kid's body is so grabbable. It was quite fun to write, Kid is such a brat, I love him so much :D Sorry for the long wait (my back is still injured) and thank you for requesting, I hope I did the job correctly :D ☆
☆Eustass Kid getting pegged for the first time
CW : MDNI, smut, f!reader, pegging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, praises (bc Kid lives for praises), established relationship, Kid has a filthy mouth, Kid is a big brat, kind of virginity loss kink I guess (?), fingering & oral sex (Kid receiving), dirty talk, rough sex
WC : around 4K. I know it's really long, but I wanted to develop a bit Kid's mindset. Hope you don't mind the length!`
Kid is everything, but not submissive. It's written on his face, and the moment you met him, you immediately knew that he would always be in control of absolutely everything. Including in the bedroom. And you never tried to change that, because Kid knows what he's doing. You crave the sensations of his hands gripping your waist and his huge body pressing against yours. However, in the back of your mind, a fantasy always refused to leave your spirit. Your giant, hot-headed boyfriend, moaning and begging while you fuck him. So, once, you tried to talk him about pegging, and you earned nothing, but a dark, mad scowl and a "no" yelled loudly."I'm not a wimp, y/n, no one will ever fuck me. I ain't no bottom bitch." That's what he said. And you know Kid is a stubborn mess, so you never tried to bring the subject up again.
It was five years ago.
Your mind is still filled with this fantasy. So, a few days ago, you tried again to convince your stubborn boyfriend. It was in the middle of a passionate make-out session, and you caught him off-guard. Initially, you believed that he would yell at you once more. However, he simply scowled and frowned. "You're so goddamn stubborn, I thought you would forget about this stupid idea." And then, he shrugged. "You better take the bigger size, I'm not a fucking pussy."
You still don't realize that he actually said 'yes'. In his language, with a lot of cursing and arrogance, but he did accept. It took him five years to gain sufficient trust in you. What a challenge. That's what you think as you relax on the huge bed and read a book that Kid stole for you. You're waiting for him, actually. Kid is probably locked in his workshop, working on some random weapon or new arm improvement.
Suddenly, the door hits the wall. "You're not sleeping yet?" He asks, closing the door behind him. He's still wearing his goggles and his lips are painted with your favorite red lipstick. And on his skin, some stains of oil. "Gonna take a shower, I'll be right back soon." You laugh softly. "Fine, but don't remove your makeup yet." He mutters 'I don't take orders from anyone' before slamming the door once more.
When he comes back with make-up still on his face, you can't help but smile. He listened to you. Locking the door with a kick, Kid drops his heavy coat on the ground, cracks his neck, and crawls on the bed. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist. "Come here. I want to fuck my pretty girlfriend." He sits you on his lap and holds your hips firmly. As he smears his lipstick on your neck, you shudder and put your face against his neck. Kid slides his hand and firmly gropes your ass. "Mine," he growls, squeezing your bottom. "I want to see that pretty ass, undressed and get on all fours,"
You raise an amused eyebrow. "No, I won't." He scowls, irritated by your teasing expression. You roam your hands along Kid's broad chest. "You're the one getting on all fours this time." He scoffs. A low chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he gazes at you. "You're being feisty tonight?" He squeezes your ass tighter. "No. I didn't forget what you said. I chose the larger size. So, will you let me fuck you?"
Totally flushed, Kid scoffs once more. "Goddam, y/n" You can almost see the gears of his brain working quickly. "Why are you so obsessed with this thing?" He groans, still holding your cheeks and squeezing them like if it were a stress ball. "Because you're hot. And you know where your prostate is, right, Eustass?" Kid scowls at you. "I'm not stupid, y/n." You gently touch the corner of his lips with a kiss. "So let me pleasure you."
You take off his goggles and his red hair falls free on his forehead. He's as beautiful and fierce as ever, gazing at you with his amber eyes. He forces you to sit on his lap while he thinks. And his laps make quite a beautiful throne to sit on. Your heart is racing and you're hoping Kid won't change his mind. You need to see that large, massive body, shivering under your touch. There's something so exciting about the idea of fucking such a big, tough, and rude man as Kid. "Y/n, I swear on everything I have: if you ever try to tell to anyone what I'm about to do… I'll fucking kill you. And I'm not even kidding."
Damn, you know he's not kidding.
Kid cares way too much about his reputation. He's so touchy and sensitive whenever someone tries to deny his status or powers. So, abandoning his dominant position is not easy for his stubborn mind. He must really cares about you. Your dear captain only knows the hard way. His strong spirit was the only thing he had as a poor child, when he used to fight for almost everything. That's why he toughens up so much. Right now, he seems much more human. There's a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Maybe he loves you, but people have betrayed him so many times, he can't help but be a bit distrustful. "Eustass, I won't tell anyone, even Killer. It's between you and me, I swear. " Kid sighs deeply. " Goddam woman… fine."
Relieved, you kiss his lips softly. As a punk, Kid always craved for non-conformism. You noticed really soon that he was always curious to try things considered 'weird' by society. But you never thought he would let you peg him. Your heart is brimming with excitement, pride, and impatience. You squirm to escape the strong grasp of your boyfriend and reach for the nightstand .Kid watches closely as you grab the lube and the strap-on. You didn't lie; you chose the larger size. Kid glances at the toy for a long moment, but remains quiet.
"Alright, come here and lie back." Immediately, Kid raises an eyebrow. "You want me to take orders from you? Ain’t no fucking way" Ah yes. Kid. Constantly bratty and hot-headed. "Come on, Eustass." You gently try to push him on his back, but he doesn't move, struggling with his inner thoughts. "Let me pleasure you." As you press your palms harder against his chest, he snarls and eventually lies back, completely tensed. You reach for his belt and he pushes your hand. "I can do that myself," he grunts, taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belts and unbuttoning his pants.
Damn, what a sight to watch at Eustass Kid's naked body. Muscular shoulders, broad and toned chest, abs as hard as the stone, big and grabbable thighs, and that perfect muscular, round booty. "Your name is so accurate, Eust-ass", you laugh as his face turns as red as his hair. "Shut up and do your fucking job," he barks aggressively. He's trying to hide his flustered state. How cute.
Your hand reaches for his already hard cock and you firmly wrap your hands around the thick girth. Kid bucks his hips, eager for more friction. "You're so hard. Are you actually turn on by the situation?" His cock twitches in your palms. "You know what? You should shut the fuck up. Why won't you suck my cock?" He grins and grabs your hair. Damn, even now, he can't help but give your orders. Kid smirks as you comply, content with himself. "That's it, take it all." His cock is throbbing with needs as he pushes deeper down your throat. You can already taste his pre-cum in your mouth.
You keep sucking him while reaching for the lube, spreading it on your fingers, and guiding your fingers against his tight hole. Kid tenses automatically. "Just do it, I'm not a pussy," he mutters. With a wet sound, you remove his cock from your mouth. "Eustass, just to be sure: have you already been fucked in the ass before?"
Now, even his neck is red. "Hell no. Do I fucking look like a guy who likes being fucked all the fucking days?" He snarls, his pride stinging. His thoughts are filled with lust as he feels your hands on him, making his heart race. "Now what?" You don't answer and continue to run your hands along his muscular thighs, grabbing them to widen his legs. "You're so pretty for me." Kid lets out a low, growling sigh, his cock twitching with the need. "Don't call me pretty. And fuck me, I'm dying of impatience"
"Fine, fine. You're needy." You gently tease him, spreading his ass cheeks to take a look at this hole clenching around nothing. Eustass tenses under your touch. "Don't fucking look at my ass like that" he growls, squirming nervously. "Why not?" You whisper, kissing his inner thighs and squeezing his muscular flesh. With your lips, you trace all of his scars and curves. "Because I'm not some fucking object for you to gawk at!" Kid roars, shoving your hands away from his ass. "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"
You can't help but chuckle. He's such a hot-headed mess. Even more stubborn, yelling and aggressive than usual. Your poor boyfriend is really flustered and turned-on by this situation. The unknown is something he finds unpleasant because he can't control it. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you soon. Let me prepare and stretch you first." You're rubbing your fingers against his entrance, as you say. "Prepare me?" He sneers, his voice thick with disbelief and irritation. "I'm not some delicate flower" He continues to protest, but his heart is racing at the thought of being filled with the massive strap you choose. "Stop being so bratty." You sigh, apply more lube to your fingers, and spread it on Kid's entrance. " Just breathe and relax for me." You gently push two lubricate fingers inside him. His warmth and tightness immediately surround you. With a shiver, Kid groans and grabs the bedsheets. His head, neck, and shoulders are all flushed.
Kid groans as you keep teasing the tip of his cock with your free hand. The double-stimulations is too much for his body to handle. You gently push your fingers deeper, savoring your boyfriend's low grunts and how he clenches around you. So needy already. "You're doing okay, babe?" You ask teasingly, curling your fingers and rubbing his prostate. Kid grabs the bedsheets tightly. Right now, he looks so vulnerable; he doesn't have his prosthetic arm. Just his bare body covered with scars and his big thighs trembling crazily. "Don't call me 'babe'" he grunts, bucking his hips against your hands, eager for more of your touch. It's almost hilarious how hard he tries to hide the moans of pleasure that threaten to escape his lips. "Look like you're enjoying yourself" you tease, stimulating his prostate. "Fuck!" Kid groans, his body arching off the bed. "Just get it over with, I can't get much fore of your goddamn teasing!" he growls, his voice laced with need.
Eustass 'Captain' Kid is finally begin to break down.
That is so fascinating to watch such a big and scary man, so needy and almost begging for more. Begging to actually be fucked. You continue to finger him and he yells, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sensation shot straight to his cock. The pre-cum is leaking onto your fingers and his stomach as his member throbs in your hand. Kid's body trembles, betraying his arousal despite his best efforts to maintain control and the tough boy-attitude. "Just fuck me," he growls impatiently.
"Okay. Then, get on your hands and knees." You demand, taking your fingers off. "No."
"Why, no?"
He frowns. Of course. He won't obey. No one can commands the great Eustass "Captain" Kid. You sigh, half-amused and half-annoyed by his stubbornness. Despite his dislike for orders, what if you simply guide him with your hands? Perhaps he will comply. Holding his hips with firm yet gentle hands, you attempt to roll him onto his stomach. But you can't move his big, heavy body if he's not willing to obey. Kid glances at you for a long time, and when you finally break the eye contact, he huffs and rolls on his stomach. Your heart is racing at the sight of his muscular back. Some scars are running down his spine. Both the small of his back and his ass are incredibly juicy. You can feel yourself becoming increasingly wet as you imagine the moment you will finally fuck him and drive him crazy.
Still with your hands, you try to move him on all fours. Kid growls and arches his back. But he can't really stay on all fours with his missing arm, so he ends up with his head buried in the pillow and his ass perfectly raised in your direction. The position he's in is so helpless and vulnerable that it makes your throat feel a bit dry. He must really trust you to be so exposed. "You can breath at least?" He turns his head. "Of course I can, just fuck me."
He glances across his shoulders as you put on your strap-on and spread some lube on the fake cock. Kid asked for it to be both large and long, and it is. His spirit of competition is quite amusing, but you hope he'll be fine. You give a playful spank to Kid's amazing, muscular ass and enjoy the nice jiggling. It's only fair to give him a light spanking because it's his favorite activity when you're on all fours.
By pressing on the small of his back, you force him to bend more, enough to spread his ass cheeks without your hands. Then, you gently rub the cockhead of the toy against his tight entrance. Kid eyes roll back in his head as he feels the cold rubber head pressing against his hole. "Hurry up and fuck me, damn it! He grumbles with a voice full of desire and impatience. His cock throbbing between his legs shows that he's ready. "Just relax and let me in," your orders before starting to push the massive toy inside him. "Fuck", Kid hisses out between clenched teeth, his body shuddering from the intrusion. He tries to manage his breathing, and he feels the thick head of the dildo stretching his entrance further. "Shit…" he cries out, as the cockhead finally passes his tight ring of muscles. His body instinctively fights back. You soothe him with one hand while gripping his hips firmly with the other. "Just breathe, Eustass. You're doing so good. Just a little more and it will all be inside. " Kid grabs the bedsheets with his hand, his whole body shaking and covered in a slight coat of sweat. As Kid finally relaxes, you manage to push the big toy deeper into him. "You're taking me so well, Eustass." You purr, watching the thick girth of the strap sink completely inside him, stretching his ass widely. "That shit is so fucking big," he groans out, his body shaking with the sensation of being filled so deeply. His ass walls are tightly clamped around the toy. "That's what you wanted" you laugh playfully, squeezing his ass. You can’t believe you’re finally filling him up to the hilt.
"Shit! I know. Just fuck me, I can handle it." Even as it overwhelms his senses, he cannot deny the pleasure that surges through him. Seeing him with a completely flustered face would be wonderful, but you know that he's probably more comfortable that way, with you taking him from behind. If you are unable to see his expressions, he may be more willing to let it go and indulge in the pleasure.
Your entire body is aching. It's too much for you. Kid is so perfect, so pretty, on all fours for you. His muscular body offers to your hands and thrusts. You had no idea that he would allow you to realize one of your most significant fantasies. Now, you have to take good care of him and prove to him how good it can be to be fucked. Maybe he will accept to do it again if he's convincing enough.
You gently start to thrust, sliding in and out with ease thanks to all the lube. The amount of lube is making some wet, obscene sounds with each thrust. Kid grunts, almost moans and tries to hide it behind a curse word as you move your hips. Your hands move from his waist to his ass, and you grab it firmly. You spank the firm flesh playfully. "So perfect" you whisper while thrusting. Kid groans lowly as you continue to plunge the toy into his ass. "You look so beautiful when I’m inside you." Kid sighs. "Can you stop babbling and actually starts to fuck me for real?" He tries to keep his moans under control, his teeth tightening tightly. 'Fuck," he mutters, his voice thick with need and desire. " Damn Eustass, you're taking me so well. You're so beautiful, I-"
" Harder " Kid grunts, silencing you. " I can take it, fuck me harder." You give another spanking to his ass, which slowly turns red. Kid bites the bedsheets, smearing his lipstick everywhere on the pillow and on the mattress. As you speed up your thrusts, Kid bites the bedsheets more firmly to muffle his moans. The sensations are too intense, the pleasure is too overwhelming for his poor mind. He can't think clearly, and is slowly starting to lose his tough-guy attitude. It's tempting to tease him about his pretty, husky moans. He's such a whimpering mess. But you shut up. It's obvious to you that he would feel mocked and humiliated. And you want him to trust you. It's beautiful to watch him indulge in a new world of sensations. With each hard thrust, the inner ring of the strap grinds against your clit, and you moan as well, digging your nails into Kid's ass. "You should see how your hole is swallowing all of me." The mind totally dizzy, your boyfriend doesn't react and just bucks his hips, eager for more friction, more roughness. "Yeah yeah i get it; you love my ass. Just fuck me harder," he begs again impatiently. His body is trembling as his mind still tries to fight against the pleasure washing over him. His cock twitch violently, releasing pre-cum as it throbs in response to your thrusts. "Fuck," he repeats, moaning. Burying his head in the pillow, he bites it. You know, his lipstick is probably all over the white bedsheets. You spank his ass playfully, speeding up your thrusts. "Damn, you were right Eustass, you're taking me so well. You like how wide it stretches you?"
The slapping sounds of the skin fill the room as Kid turns into a whimpering, almost whiny mess. It's difficult for him to handle how good you're stretching him and how nice the toy is rubbing his prostate. You continue to thrust, chasing your own highs. The rubber ring is stimulating your clit just nice, not to mention the amazing view of your boyfriend on all fours and at your mercy. The fake balls of the toy slaps against Kid’s balls. With one hand, you still hold his hips firmly. With the other, you pull on his hair, fucking him deeper. His face is completely red, his eyes are almost wet, and his lipstick is smeared on his chin and cheek. Amazed by this sight, your pussy ache in need. You already know how beautiful Kid looks when he can't handle how tight your cunt is. But that. It's beyond all expectations. The slight pain from his hair being pulled and his ass being spanked only add to his arousal, his cock throbbing with need. All he can mutter is a long, long strand of'shit' and 'fuck'.
Kid buries his head back in the pillow after you release his head. His ass is red from both your spanking and the roughness of your hips when slamming against his. Amazed by the way his body is completely swallowing the toy, you too moan. You reach for his chest, squeezing his large tiddies. Your breast bounces crazily with each hard thrust and Kid's body just jolts of pleasure. You know he won't take much more. So you reach for his cock and as soon as you touch it, Kid cum violently, arching his back, curling his toes and making a mess on the bedsheets. The pleasure just washes over him. But you don't stop, still chasing your own highs. "Fuck!" Kid groans again, his body shuddering from the intense release. His massive frame falls stomach-first on the bed. The friction between his sensitive cock and the mattress is causing him to squirm and jerk. "Damn, Y/N!" He grips the bedsheets more tightly and pants heavily. The way you're overstimulating his sensitive walls and prostate is too much to handle.
"Almost there", you whisper, and finally, you feel the pleasure running through your veins. Your loud boyfriend can't help but cum once more, his eyes rolling back in his head, short-circuited by his second orgasm. You continue to give him some sloppy thrusts, making him squirm and cry out. "You're amazing," you whisper before finally pulling out the toy carefully. With a loud 'plop', you completely pull out the toy, leaving Kid with a gaping hole.
'You're okay?' You whisper, stroking his back gently and playing with his hair. "Hmph. That wasn't that bad" he admits, his chest heaving up and down. Your fierce boyfriend struggles to glance at you and keeps his head buried in the pillow. Despite the intense pleasure he'd just had, his pride is swollen. You gently kiss his lower back, leaving a trail of kissing along his spine. "You were amazing… so beautiful and perfect for me…" Kid grunts slowly. At the moment, he only needs praises. He cannot deny how good it was. And his mind is tortured. What does it mean? Is he still the same for you? Does he look less manly now? Or cruel, maybe? Ashamed, Kid slowly manages to relax as you keep praising him. "You're alright?" You ask, kissing his neck. "Yeah." He grumbles, still trying to catch his breath, and finally rolls onto his back. You take off the strap-on and leave the bedroom, just for a moment. When you came back with a wet cloth, Kid didn't move at all. Without any words, you clean him. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He shakes his head. "No. I fucking lost my arm, I can handle having my ass pounded, damn." He groans. "Alright, alright. Just move your ass then, let me change the bedsheets."
Kid struggles to comply, barely standing up on his shaking legs. After you're finished, he returns to his bed. "Are you joining me or what?" With a chuckle, you comply, pressing your naked body against his. Kid wraps his hand tightly around your waist. "I love you, Eustass" you whisper close to his ear. The confession brings his heart racing. "Of course you love me."
He rolls on his side in silence. You know exactly what he wants, so you wrap your arms around his large body. "My big boy loves to be the little spoon," you laugh and he grunts a 'shut up'.
His hand reaches for yours and intertwined your fingers.
"Why are you smiling?" Kid asks as he feels you smile against his back. "Nothing."
You're just so proud of your stubborn, hot-headed boyfriend. And proud of how your relationship just evolved. Kid is always hard to understand and you never know if he loves you, but those kind of moments… it eases all your doubts. You're overjoyed to have the chance to see the vulnerable, human Kid. He can sleep comfortably. You won't tell anyone about it; it was too precious, you want to keep it to yourself.
"Alright, just smile then, he grumbles", still holding your hand.
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I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it
˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild
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*~smut!*~
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)
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[Name]'s POV
While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.
The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny.
So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.
Lessons start now.
Miles' POV
I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.
While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky.
That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.
Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.
After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last.
"[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.
Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.
"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me.
"Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.
"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.
Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!"
This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.
Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?"
She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length.
But that doesn't happen.
Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"
The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"
And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room.
Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books.
Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?
I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table.
"So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"
[A Note From Zee]
I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.
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no cause the way you have filled my brain with sho brainrot,,,
baby acting like a mf guard dog for his favourite senpai, constantly wanting their attention 😭
LISTEN
I am so glad I waited to answer this for a teeny bit because I thought I was exaggerating at first because like. It was one voiceline right? WRONG. When you level him up he says "thank you senpai" and when I got his SR and slapped him onto my homescreen he does in fact try to get your attention and ask for help from his senpai. He's supposed to be this brash delinquent but he's shockingly respectful of one very specific senior even if he's just a bit sarcastic about it ugh.
Sho feels like he needs an excuse. He can't just ask to hang out with you because then it looks like you're friends, but if he's asking for a favor then you won't have a reason to say no. The Professors all want you to help out the ghouls so he can say just about anything and you'll jump at it, right? Yeah no that's not the real reason. He wants to have you to himself and if he words it like he needs help he can make excuses as to why you two need to be left alone.
Absolutely uses the fact that he can cook to his advantage. I think one of the main reasons Sho started liking the MC so much was because you supported his cooking. He seemed like he expected to be judged for it so when MC was just hungry and said his food was good? The only person he really seems to have cooked for up to this point is Leo (and Bonnie but she's special) so he wants that praise. And to hear you say he could charge money for it? Oh he was riding that high for ages. I feel like he already wanted to open some sort of cafe but really appreciated the support.
And it gives him the excuse to get you to stay around him longer when he asks for your help. Well he's going to cook anyway and you're hungry, so just stick around. He'll make something and pretend to complain about it but he likes feeding you. Well assuming you don't douse his food in hot sauce, though that won't stop him from making you stuff.
I really like the idea of him competing with the Frostheim ghouls idk why. I think MC should get to be good friends with Kaito and Luca and Sho should get to be a brat about it. Vagastrom and Frostheim already don't get along and he never got his fight with Lucas so yeah. He's super intense about how he's way better at protecting MC than they are, especially with Lucas. Part of it is because he feels guilty for going along with Leo's plan and almost getting you killed, he feels like he needs to prove that he's strong enough to not let that happen again.
Speaking of Leo... I sort of get the sense that Sho hides how much he hangs out with the MC from him. In book 3 Leo makes a bet that would see him getting Sho's food truck if he wins it so I sort of feel like if Leo knew Sho liked the MC he'd be insufferable about it. Honor Roll is stealing his best friend (¬､¬) how lame ugh. And he would try to sabotage it because he would find it funny, or even worse try to make Sho's friendship with you the cost of a bet. I could see Sho having nightmares about that.
Book 3. When Towa and MC go missing. I just know in my heart Sho was loosing his goddamn mind. Again I think he feels sort of guilty for almost getting you killed, and now that you aren't with his dorm you just go missing? Unacceptable where are you? How did Jabberwock fuck this up so badly holy shit. I wanna see him admit that he was worried about MC. I wanna know if he got into any arguments with the Frostheim ghouls while the professors forced them to stay behind.
... i kind of want him to argue with Jin. Like specifically Jin. For no reason other than it would be funny to me personally and like... Jin is the one who interrupted his fight with Luca so I just think it would be funny if they had beef.
I need to level his affinity more. I need to see more chats game please ;-; I love him shomuch.
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hiii keeks! saw that we could share our thoughts about witchy and eddie soo i wanted to share that i’ve been thinking all day about eddie making witchy squirt with the rose quartz dildo lolololol🫠
goddamn y’all love that rose quartz dildo down omg 🫣
this can be read as a pt. 2 for this post
this is for @reidsbtch specifically cause that was her idea 🤭
this is strictly 18+ minors DNI please
“Witchy, can I ask you a question?” he says out of nowhere, as you’re reading your book on the couch. Your head lifts, and you can sense the wicked twinkle in his eyes.
“What is it?” you ask, closing the book you weren’t really reading, just using it as a cover up to ogle at your boyfriend while he played guitar next to you.
“Y’know how you complained about the dildo I got you not being uhhh” his cheeks tinge pink, as he looks into an indiscernible place on your living room wall, like the answer was going to be on the pink wallpaper of your house.
“Big enough?” you finish the sentence for him, he purses his lips and nods.
“Why didn’t you use your magic to make it bigger, or uh- curved or something?” he asks, a frog trapped in his throat as he everything he says comes out like a half- croak, maybe a side effect of when he turned himself into a frog on accident.
“Oh, no I did. I just made it look like your dick” you say, a shrug of your shoulders makes the purple shawl you were wearing fall off of them, nonchalant, like you were telling him your grocery list.
Eddie’s eyes bug out of his sockets at that. The thought of you using a dildo shaped like his dick? He nearly bursts in his pants at that.
“You uh- uh you what?” he stammers, a crimson red tinges his pale cheeks, blinking quickly at his goddess of a girlfriend who just so happens to be an actual witch and his dream come true? He really is so, so lucky.
“Yeah, I just- y’know did my magic thing” you say, a dramatic movement of your hands follow it “Do you know wanna see it?”
He blinks at you, slowly “Do I wanna- Do I- Fuck, witchy of course I wanna fucking see it” he mumbles, as you stand up, guiding him to your room.
You open the mahogany dresser in front of your bed, rummaging through piles of silk and wool, taking out what seems to be Eddie’s dick in crystal form. Veins and everything.
“Holy shit, witchy, you’re a fucking freak. Jesus Christ” he hisses, feeling his cock stir under his zipper, fighting the urge to toss you on the bed and use it on you.
“Have- have you used it yet?” he breathes, his hands finding purchase in his pockets, fighting himself from acting upon all the dirty thoughts he’s been currently having.
“Oh, I was waiting to use it with you” you say as you throw yourself onto the bed, blushing slightly at the darkened stare your boyfriend gives you, hair fanned out around your head and spreading you legs for him.
“Fuck, witchy, you can’t say shit like that” he rubs a hand over his eyes as he inches towards you. You blink up at him, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.
His hands run up your legs, bunching your long skirt up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs.
“Are you gonna use it on me, Eddie?” you mumble against the skin of his cheek, breath already heaving at the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin, creeping up the inside of your thigh.
“Witchy, God, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you” he whispers as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, kissing your arm up to your wrist.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m the only one who can bring you to your knees, am I right?” he bites down on your neck and you let out a weak “yes” as you arch into him.
“You don’t have to be so strong and powerful all the time, huh? Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hands hooking on the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs.
You squirm under him, handing him the rose quartz.
“You get so fucking wet, witchy, and I barely did anything” he snickers, kneeling at the foot of the bed, nestling himself between your legs.
He probes your entrance with the crystal, as you whimper under him, with the cold surface coming into contact with the heat radiating in between your legs.
“Put it in, please” you whine, arching your hips into him.
“Such good manners, witchy” he smiles wickedly at you, letting the toy enter you. A loud moan you’ve been holding in your throat escapes you as he pumps the quartz in and out of you.
“Big stretch, baby, huh?” his cocky smirk is the only thing you can see in the dark room.
“Yes, so- so big” you pant out as he reaches a hand on your stomach to feel the quartz go in and out of you, slightly putting pressure there as he drives himself forward, tongue darting out to lick at our clit.
An animalistic noise falls out of you as you begin to grind yourself on him.
“You’re so dirty, witchy. Using your magic for something so, so, filthy? What would your coven say, hm?” he proceeds to give you another lick, making you jolt in pleasure.
“Would they say how much of a slut you are, my lovely witchy? Because no matter how much you try to hide it, you really are just a witchy slut” he drives the crystal in further, making you wail in pleasure.
“God, Eddie- fuck” you thrash on your mattress “right there, there there there” a chant falling out of your lips, his head between your thighs as he keeps on drawing moans and wails from you, it’s never felt this good before.
The coil feels weird in your tummy, like a pooling sensation that is making its way down, down, down. You fist and paw at your sheets and at Eddie’s hair as you search for purchase somewhere, anywhere.
His tongue keeps lapping at you, humming and slurping sounds filling the room as he keeps driving the crystal in.
“Ed-Ed I feel- mmm weird” you stutter, almost unable to get the sentence out along moans and whines.
“C’mon, witchy. You close?” he asks, placing a kiss on the seam of your thigh.
“huh ‘mclose” you mumble, as you let yourself be taken over by the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.
“You gonna cum f’me? Go on, baby, let go, I got you” he mumbles against the skin of your tummy as the coil in your tummy violently snaps, and your vision goes white. Eddie lets himself be soaked. Hair, face, arms, shirt, nothing is saved.
It takes you a couple minutes to come back to him, seeing white spots. You feel the wetness of the sheets under you and gasp.
“It’s alright, witchy, I gotcha. That was really hot, baby” he mumbles, scooping you in his arms, as you tremble from the aftershocks.
“I uh- I didn’t know I could do that” you mumble.
“Witchy, I think you’re magical” he whispers, putting his nose to yours, making you chuckle.
You try to stand up, but he won’t let you.
“No, witchy. Stay here, I’ll run you a milk bath and while you do that I’ll wash your sheets, sounds good?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose.
You just hum, as he lays you down and disappears into the bathroom.
Your body really does love him.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x witchy!reader#the witchyverse#eddie x witchy#keeksgetsasks!#keekswrites#anon
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Reputation pt. i
Alec x Virgin!Fem!Reader
Summary: Alec has more than a reputation as one of the most feared vampires in the world, he also has a reputation for collecting… playthings. And to your surprise, you're his next target.
Warnings:
NSFW 18+
Smut
Dom/Sub
Overstimulation
Oral (F. Receiving)
Virgin reader
That poor backseat
Or is it a lucky backseat?
Word Count: 3.5k+
Requested?: Kinktober!
Please I NEED car sex or phone sex with Alec for kinktober… You have made me OBSESSED!! 😍😍😍😍
A/N: Car sex it is! I have no idea what happened with this one.
The bookstore was rather empty. It's exactly why it was one of my favorite places to go for a good read. With my being here every other day, I was probably their best customer.
I hummed to myself, ignoring the rather ominous, yet pouty, figure behind me.
Yes, Alec of the Volturi, one of the most feared vampires in the world, was acting like a goddamned child. He even had his arms crossed, his eyes boring holes in the back of my head.
"Are you ready to go yet, human?"
I rolled my eyes because, of course, he would do this right now. He was rarely ever on guard duty when it came to escorting me to places, it was usually Felix or Demetri.
"Not just yet," I replied, deciding to go for the polite route. "I would like to check for one more book and then we can head back."
"We have books in the castle library. I do not see why you feel the need to grab even more of them. We most likely already have a copy."
I sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as I pressed my forehead into the bookshelf in front of me. This man, no boy, was testing my patience. I squared my shoulders and turned back to face him, glaring softly.
"I would like to have my own collection of books. Once I turn, I won't know my own strength and I'd rather not have Master Marcus or Master Caius on my ass if I accidentally shred a book."
Alec snorted, folding his arms. "The last thing on your mind will be books, girl."
"Y/N." I hissed at him. "My name is Y/N. Is it so hard to use my name??"
He simply assessed me, boredom prominent in his gaze, before stepping forward and letting his arms drop to reach up on either side of me, caging me in against the bookshelf. My heart sped up and I was sure he would probably kill right then and there. Pushing one of the witch twins' buttons was not the brightest idea I'd ever had.
But instead of attacking me, Alec leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my ear. "You're right, Y/N. I should use your name more often." he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine at the intimate gesture, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.
This was the other thing about Alec that put me on edge. He had a certain... reputation...
Alec chuckled darkly, his hands trailing down my sides before resting on my hips.
"You're so responsive. It's quite... entertaining." he continued, the huskiness of his voice sending heat coursing through me and straight between my legs.
I swallowed hard, not only confused at the sudden change in topic but also trying to push away the urge to give in to him.
"I'm not here for your entertainment, Alec."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting dangerously. "No, you're here because of your little talent." He spat, the words obviously leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, does it?" His hands squeezed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin almost painfully.
I gritted my teeth, trying to push him away, but his grip only tightened. "Let me go," I growled, my anger rising to match his.
Alec's eyes narrowed.
"Make me," he challenged, his lips curling into a smirk.
Without another thought, I shoved him as hard as I could, using all of my strength. To my surprise, he stumbled back a few steps.
"L-let's just get out here." I mumbled.
I was beginning to panic. I had no idea where all of this was coming from, but if Alec thought for one second that I was going to be his plaything, he had another thing coming.
Alec said nothing, but I could feel the familiar holes being burned into the back of my head as he followed behind me.
"Y/N!" Wanda, the owner, greeted me. "Back again, I see. And who is this with you? You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!"
Alec snorted from behind me, and I flinched.
Ouch.
I pushed away the hurt to smile at Wanda and set my new books on the counter.
"We're not together. Besides, whatever happened to setting me up with your son?"
Wanda waved her hand at me dismissively.
"Oh, that boy is so boring. You need someone with a little more... spice!" she said with a wink, eyeing Alec up and down.
I groaned quietly. Please no.
"Well, we should be on our way." I said once the transaction was complete, eager to escape the awkwardness.
As we walked out of the store, Alec fell into step beside me.
"What the hell was that back there?" I demanded.
Alec just smirked at me, his eyes shining with amusement.
I was starting to hate that damn look.
"I was just having a little fun, human. Nothing to get worked up about." he said, his tone light and teasing.
I narrowed my eyes at him, my hands clenching into fists but continued walking around the back of the shop to a dark and empty parking lot. Alec's car wasn't too far away, and I couldn't wait to get back to the castle. I could hole myself up in my room and pretend none of this had ever happened.
But in the meantime,
"My name is Y/N, Alec. How many times do I have to tell you?" I said through gritted teeth as we reached his car.
Alec's smirk faded, and he stepped closer to me, blocking me in yet again, this time against his car. I clutched my books to my chest as he leaned back in, lips against my ear.
"If you want me to use your name, girl, you're going to have to earn it."
I gulped, a little sliver of fear and (surprisingly) lust running through me. "And just how do I do that?"
I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.
"I don't think you could handle it, little girl."
"Alec, I swear to god-"
"Get in the car."
I stopped abruptly. "What?"
"I said. Get. In. The. Car."
He opened the car door to the back seat. My eyebrows shot up but did as he said. Was I confined to the backseat now?
"Good girl." He purred, and to my surprise he followed in after me, the car door slamming shut behind him.
Alec loomed above me, his eyes dark with hunger and desire. I felt the chill of his body as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine.
"I think it's time for you to learn a lesson, girl." he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
Oh fuck.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, my nipples hardening painfully beneath my dress. I had no idea what he had planned, but I couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through me.
"I- What-"
I gasped as Alec's hands began to explore, tracing the curve of my hips, the line of my jaw, and the swell of my breasts. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch despite my better judgment.
He leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his cool tongue plunging into the heat of my mouth with a hunger that left me both dizzy and confused. But I couldn't help but respond, my body arching up to meet his as he pressed me further into the plush leather seats.
This was a really, really bad idea.
But I couldn't help myself. His hands felt good. I had never been touched like this. I had never been kissed like this. And I liked it.
Alec pulled away from me, his eyes boring into mine.
"Do you want me to stop?"
I blinked up at him dazedly, my face flushed.
"No." I whispered.
"I could pin you to this seat and do whatever I wanted to you right now. Fuck you right here in this car. Is that what you want?"
I swallowed hard, my body trembling as I stared up at him, not knowing what to say. I had never been in this type of situation before. I had never been wanted in such a way. I wasn't even sure if Alec actually wanted me, or if he was just bored. But I found that I didn’t really care.
Fuck it.
"Y-yes." I managed to choke out.
Alec smirked. "What is it you want me to do to you, girl?" His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to look up into his eyes. "Say it."
I seemed to snap out of it momentarily at his use of ‘girl’ and I glared up at him.
"I want you to use my name, Alec." I hissed.
His eyes narrowed and before I could blink, he had pinned me to the seat with his hand around my throat. My heart was racing, my breath coming in gasps.
"I don't think you're in a position to make demands, girl." He growled.
"You asked!" I bit back.
He suddenly kissed me again, pulling roughly enough at my bottom lip to make me tear up. It was a miracle he didn't break skin.
The next thing I knew, he had slid to the car floor and had my legs up over his shoulders with a hand on each knee. His face was inches from my pussy, his breath a cool caress against my skin. I shivered, my breath hitching as his hands trailed up my bare thighs, thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to erupt right behind them.
He slowly dragged the hem of my dress up my legs, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. I squirmed under his intense gaze, my heart sinking into my stomach at the hungry look in his eyes. Alec licked his lips, glancing up at me with a smirk before one of his fingers dipped underneath my panties, trailing through my slit before he lifted it up for me to see, a thin trail of my juices clinging to his finger.
"Fuck." I whispered, my eyes widening as I stared at his glistening finger.
Alec grinned at me as he moved his finger closer to my mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation as he moved closer, my tongue darting out to lick his finger.
"Good girl." Alec groaned as his finger was soon replaced by his lips.
Gods, this was so dirty.
I moaned against his cool lips, arching my back yet again. He kissed and nipped his way down my body, teasing the exposed skin of my neck and collarbone with his teeth and his tongue. Not once did he break eye contact with me, his deep red eyes burning into mine.
Finally, he made it back to my dripping pussy, and nosed my panties aside. I couldn’t help but watch him, his tongue swirled around my clit, dipping into my folds before trailing back up again, exploring me, tasting me. I moaned as he shoved two fingers inside me, fucking me roughly with his hand, his thumb on my clit.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
I panted, nodding my head violently, tears springing to my eyes as I felt a white-hot heat begin to coil in my lower belly. I had never felt this before. I had never even come before. And here I was on the edge. Did Alec even know? Was he aware that I was a virgin?
"Alec." I whimpered. "Please don't stop."
He smirked and kissed me again, pulling his fingers out and driving them back inside me, thumb still working my clit. I felt the coil begin to unravel inside me, a sudden onslaught of pleasure that had me seeing stars. A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt my pussy tighten around Alec's fingers.
Alec continued to kiss me, swallowing my cries.
Slowly, the roiling pleasure began to recede, and Alec pulled back from my lips, that stupid smirk still on his face as he stared down at me and I trembled beneath him.
"Such a good girl, Y/N." He purred.
I shivered; his fingers never left my pussy, driving me to the edge once again. I gasped, biting down hard on my lip as I could handle, beads of blood springing forth.
Alec's eyes darkened, nearly black, as he zeroed in on my lips.
"Stop biting your lips, amore."
The nickname stunned me for a moment, right before I felt myself falling over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me yet again as I came around his fingers.
"Fuck."
Alec watched me intently, his fingers slowing their assault until the waves of pleasure receded once more. He leaned forward and swiped the beads of blood from my bottom lip with his tongue before he pulled away and raised his fingers to his lips, sucking my juices off.
I moaned quietly as I watched him before covering my mouth, horrified at my involuntary reaction.
"You like that, do you?" He grinned, licking his lips. "You like watching me taste you?"
I blushed, looking away in embarrassment.
“Eyes on me, Y/N.”
My head snapped back to look at him, eyes wide.
“Do you want more?”
I nodded hesitantly.
“Words, Y/N.”
“Yes, please.”
He smirked at me. "Well, if you want more, then you're going to have to prove you deserve it."
"How?"
If Alec had wanted a plaything, he had one. I was too far gone now to care.
"We're going to play a little game." He said, completely serious. "A game where you have to obey every single thing I say. No arguing. No questions. No trying to be clever. And if you try to, then there will be consequences."
"Like what?" I breathed.
He grinned at me, feral. "Like this."
I gasped, my body tense as Alec slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers sliding inside me yet again. He continued to rub me, his thumb pressing against my clit. My body jerked, still sensitive. I don't think I could take any more, and yet I craved it. How was this a bad consequence?
Suddenly he stopped, eyes glinting wickedly.
Oh.
Oh.
I whimpered, moving my hips to try and gain more friction. The key word being tried.
"So responsive. I think you like this, don't you?"
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I like it."
"Good girl." He whispered, slowly withdrawing his fingers and grabbing my chin. "Now, spread your legs, and show me how much you want it."
I bit my lip, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I spread my legs, my pussy still dripping. I was certain that the leather seats would be ruined by the time he was through with me. He smirked, pulling my panties aside as he slid two fingers back inside me. My body jerked again.
"I think I'll have you begging for anything I give you, pretty girl." He whispered.
My blush deepened at his words, and I bit my lip as he slowly began to fuck me again.
"Please, Alec."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
“I am fucking you.”
“Alec.” I whined.
“I need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”
“Please fuck me with your cock. Please.”
I nearly choked on the words. Never had I imagined that I would be saying such a thing.
"That's more like it." He moaned.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me again, making me whimper in disappointment and excitement.
"On your knees."
I gasped at the command but obeyed, placing my knees on the seat as Alec positioned himself behind me. I hissed as the cold leather met my hot skin. Alec chuckled as he slid my wet panties down to my knees, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place.
I felt Alec's hard cock against my ass for a moment before he slowly began to push inside me, my pussy still tight despite the work over it had been given mere minutes ago.
I shivered, my hands curling into fists.
"Relax, Y/N." He soothed as he pushed inside me, just an inch.
I groaned.
He withdrew and pushed inside me again, just a bit further.
"You're so goddamn tight."
I groaned again as he finally pushed his way in, pain lacing through me. He stopped.
"You're a virgin?"
The way he said it had me looking back at him. His face showed clear surprise.
"Y-yes?" It came out as a question.
"No one else has touched you?"
I shook my head.
"Words, Y/N."
"No. No one else has ever touched me."
Alec's eyes darkened.
"Good." He finally said.
He withdrew from my body and thrust forward, his hips slapping against my ass as he buried himself to the hilt.
I yelped in pain, my entire body tensing as Alec began to thrust, my pussy tight around him. He was rough. Rough enough to make my body tremble as he pounded in and out of me. It hurt, but I found that I didn't have it in me to care. I was so far gone that I had forgotten about the pain almost as soon as it began. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to set in.
Alec groaned as he fucked me, whispering words of encouragement.
"That's it. Take it, pretty girl. Take it."
He reached under me, his hand finding my clit as he pressed a thumb against it, rubbing back and forth, slowly. He was still fucking me, still violent in his actions, but his thumb was soft against my skin, gentle.
It was the perfect combination.
The heat was beginning to pool in my belly again, my entire body tensing as I neared the edge.
I whimpered his name as I came, my entire body shuddering, my pussy tightening around him. I collapsed against the seat.
"I need you to come for me again."
"I- I can't."
He bent over, his lips brushing my ear. "You can, and you will."
I whined, tears streaking down my face from the intensity of the pleasure. My orgasm had left me trembling, unprepared for another so quickly, but Alec pounded into my pussy, his thumb keeping up a steady rhythm on my clit.
He was relentless.
"Please, Alec." I begged.
"Please what, pretty girl?"
I moaned, the pleasure beginning to lick its way through my body.
"Please let me come. Please, I need it. I need to come."
He thrust into me faster and faster, a desperate moan escaping my lips. "Alec."
My body quivered, unable to handle the brutal pace he had set. Alec reached around and pulled my back flush against him, one hand wrapped around my neck while the other reached up and grasped my breasts.
"You're mine." He growled.
I was suddenly completely okay with that. He could have me whenever he wanted me, as long as I could come again.
"Alec!" I moaned as I came, the coil inside me unraveling yet again.
Alec's hips stuttered and he slammed into me one last time, a muffled groan coming from his throat as he came.
The wave of pleasure was almost violent, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. When it finally began to fade, I let out a sigh, my body collapsing against him.
Alec held me to him, my body still trembling. I felt him nosing along my sticky neck, teeth scraping ever so gently and sucking.
‘Is he marking me?’ I thought hazily.
After a moment he pulled away, sliding out of me gently, and after another moment helped me out of the car and into the front seat, where I collapsed, limp with exhaustion. After buckling me in he shut the door and reappeared in the driver's seat less than a second later, looking completely put together, as if he hadn't fucked my brains out just a few seconds ago.
He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot, driving expertly despite the steamy windows. He held out his hand, something rather lacy and intimate dangling from his long fingers. My panties.
He pulled them away before I could make a grab for them, shoving them into his far side pocket.
"I think these belong to me now."
I narrowed my eyes at him, too exhausted to really retaliate. I wondered how he would react to me calling him a panty thief…
"Don't get too comfortable, amore." His hands pushed the skirt of my dress back up in a gentle caress.
I whined a little and he gave my thigh a light slap, leaning over to whisper in my ear.
"Keep those thighs open, Y/N. I'm far from through with you yet."
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Hello baby!
What if our favorite cowboy organizes a date with his sugar, the man literally prepares everything alone or the best he can. He organizes everything in his ranch.
It was the first time he was so excited to receive her, prepared a meal, get ready, once he finally picked her up, he was like:
"Hell, sugar... you look so goddamn precious!"
Whisky being literally being a pleaser to his sugar, he teached her how to ride one of his favourites horses, his home, he doesn't know what else to do for her.
I hope you feel much better! I send you a big hug! ✨
Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader
A/N: hi bestie!!! I love this so so so so much, this is such Agent Whiskey coded because he is a people's pleasure, and above all, he's a sugar pleaser, which means he'll please his sugar until the day he dies
• Whiskey is the king of date: he never lacks ideas, plans or any other thing to take his sugar on a date, he's got a wide range of creativity and money that helps a lot, so it's just a matter of picking up the mood for the day not to overdo himself
• he's definitely the kind of man who would drive you across town just so you can grab that one pie you had when you were PMSing years ago and you never forgot, or he would book you tickets for a weekend getaway if you complain about stress at work and stuff like that
• but even if he's great at pleasing, he's still a romantic at heart, so the best kinds of dates in his opinion, are the ranch dates, because he loves his ranch, it's a huge part of who he is, at his ranch, he's not just the tacky cowboy who talks funny and isn't afraid to pick a fight at places, but instead, he's himself, not Whiskey, just Jack, with his beautiful green fields, his horses, his simple life and his southern manners
• so you can expect a real weekend, because the cowboy isn't just going to invite you for a day, you're going to at least spend the night, have the whole ranch experience, all you gotta do is to say yes to it and he'll make it happen
• and he's a gentleman, let's not forget about that, so even if you insist you can drive to his ranch, chances are you aren't because he'll make sure to pick you up with his Bronco, he just wants you to take on a ride in it because he loves that car, it's pretty, comfortable, it's got status, and he's excited to be seen driving around with you in the passenger seat, just as he's excited to see you wearing your cute sunglasses as your hair flies loose at the window
• that if he doesn't gift you a cowboy hat the minute he picks you up, because yeah, he is gonna buy you a stetson, he just doesn't know when he's gonna give it to you, so why not in the beginning of the adventure, anyway?!
• and let me tell you: that cowboy's ranch is simply gorgeous! He will be so proud and happy to show you around, knowing exactly where to take you and what to do with you there, giving you a tour through the main house that's big and comfortable af obviously and then taking you to the stables so you can see the animals and play with them and all of them
• now, hear me: he loves horses, he's been riding them forever so if you know how to ride them, he will be glad to do so with your company, but if you don't, Jack will be thrilled to teach you from the very beginning, from how to actually get on the horse, to where to hold it and gentle guide it until you are feeling safe
• if the weather is hot enough, you can also expect him to take you swimming out at the lake, because let's face it: do you think Jack Daniels didn't grow up swimming in those waters around the ranch? He knows all the nice and pretty spots to take girls by the way, and you won't be different at all
• in the evening, you can expect him to throw a barbecue or just smoke some meat, but the thing is: it's gonna be outside, it's dark, warm and the lights will be on, making the ranch look so nice, although it's a little bit empty too, but it's a good thing since it's just the two of you spending time together; he'll serve you appetizers, the main dish, and the best liquor Statesman is capable of producing
• and yeah, he will roast marshmallows by the fire and tell you ghost stories about that land as if you two were in a summer camp together, and even if you know there's a big fat chance he's lying, you will still feel slight shivers down your spine and you will cling to him just a little bit tighter once the howling wind blows
• but once you two get back inside, it's sweet sweet love making with a sugar coated cowboy, where you can't have enough of him and he can't get enough of you, loving your body all night long and of course he'll greet you in the morning with breakfast in bed because he's a romantic at heart
• so chances are, you're gonna spend the morning in bed, enjoying the big breakfast and the cowboy's sugar and in the afternoon, he's definitely taking you for a picnic, with everything you're entitled to: a beautiful basket, a nice plaid towel, mini sandwiches and cake, all he wants is to spoil you
• watching the sunset together as you enjoy this romantic time is great, but as soon as the sun sets, he's gonna give you puppy eyes, asking you to stay the night once more, not ready to let you go home just yet 🥺❤️
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Blood On His Hands
pairing: Dutch van der Linde x f!reader
summary: during your time of the month, Dutch offers a helping hand and some advice from good old Mr Miller
word count: 3308 words
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, menstruating reader, period sex, fingering on period, mentions of blood, slight blood play, sexual content, vaginal sex, breeding kink, explicit language and blasphemy
a/n: uhhhhhhhhhhh I have no excuses for this. i just know nothing would ever get between dutch van der linde and pleasuring his lady, and then this happened. whoops. totally get that this one won't be for everyone, but its what i wanted to write so I did hehe
as always, big love to my love @cowboydisaster for beta-ing and reassuring me i wasn't wrecking my own idea every minute of the day
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“Y’know, I think the Lord must hate his women, what with all he goddamn puts us through.” You grumble as you enter yours and Dutch’s bedroom, slamming the splintered door shut behind you to stalk right past Dutch, falling onto the creaky bed and shoving your face into your pillow.
“Something bothering you, dear?” Dutch raises a brow before looking over at you. He puts his finger on the line he was reading, to save the page when he closes the book to offer you his full attention.
Your neck strains when you lift your head to meet Dutch’s eye. His stare feels hot and intense, which isn’t exactly unusual for a look between you and him, but is definitely heightened by the hormones raging through you. Your stomach aches and cramps, your pussy practically mewling for a release you can’t even reach right now.
“Just that time of the month, love. Nothin’ to worry about.”
But Dutch’s finger slips out from between the pages, closing the book properly and discarding it on the table beside his chair. You’ve bundled up the blankets beneath you, pressing the ball of wool into your abdomen to let the pressure attempt (and fail) to ease the pain.
Your face is stuffed back into the pillow, so the first indication Dutch has joined you is the dip on the bed. He holds your frame, moving you to your side with such an ease and slotting himself behind you. His large hands cover your stomach, the heat from him comforting and actually soothing you a little. It’s wild to you that the man can somehow numb a pain that whiskey can’t, but that’s Dutch. He’s incredible.
The way you’re laying on the bed, your body the little spoon to his larger one, means that Dutch slots in right behind you. You’re sure he’s not even trying to turn you on, focused only on your comfort, but the incessant poking, ever hardening cock branding onto the side of your ass. You so wish you could turn around and let him have his way with you, but knowing the exact thing that has you so feral in the first place is the one thing stopping you from taking what you want. No, what you need.
Dutch presses a kiss to your temple from behind, his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your belly. It helps the pain, but not the winding feeling tightening your core. Your ass feels how rock hard Dutch is now, and it burns into your flesh until you can take it no more. You grind up against him and he growls deep into your ear. When his tongue slides up the side of your ear, you jolt, and Dutch takes the opportunity to tighten his grip on you and flip you over. He’s hovering above you now, hands roaming everywhere, tongue delving into your mouth as he undoes your shirt and pushes it off your shoulders.
"I once read that it's a scientifically proven fact that cumming for me relieves those sorts of... symptoms." Dutch whispers teasingly.
The war between mind and body rages in your core. Your body is desperate for him to continue, desperate to feel the trail of his fingers lower and lower until they’re buried deep inside you, but your mind seems tethered to taboos hammered into your subconscious by a conservative world. It’s your mind that forces your hand to grip Dutch’s wrist, though your fingers barely meet wrapped around him, stopping him just above your sore abdomen.
“Dutch, we… we can’t.”
It’s an awful feeling, forcing yourself to deny what you truly want, and you curse whatever force or, more probably, some old guy years ago with a quill and a fear of women is making you feel so uncomfortable.
You want nothing more than for Dutch to plunge himself into you and fuck you better, you want nothing less than to disappoint him. You’re surprised when instead of the furrowed brows and frowned lips you’re expecting, Dutch simply smirks.
“My dear… there’s blood on my hands from creatures far less beautiful than you.”
The shock is all you can focus on, so your grip on Dutch’s wrist slackens enough for him to break free and continue his journey downwards. It sends shivers over your entire body and you blink wide eyes up at him, speechless.
“What kind of man would I be…” he starts, expertly sliding the buttons of your pants out of their holes and pulling down the zip, agonisingly slowly.
“… if I could bathe in the blood of my enemies, shed in hatred and violence, but shied away from this, the life force of my love?”
You’re blushing furiously, you’re sure of it, but something in his poetic words, the comfort in his tone, chips away at your shame. It cracks, breaking away to reveal a more vulnerable version of yourself, reserved only for Dutch. This layer of you fears not the judgement or the embarrassment, it cares only for the wants and desires of yourself and Dutch.
And right now, you desire Dutch.
He frees you yet again.
He’s always freeing you. When you met, he freed you from those beliefs ingrained into you by your parents about what society should be, instead showing you how the world is. He freed you from the boundaries you built around yourself, loving you and nurturing you until you found who you really are. He liberated you, quite literally, taking you from your little corner of the world on that ranch and riding you both into the sunset, stopping off at the most incredible places along the way. And now, freeing you from whatever was holding you back from this act with one loving, fervid, searing kiss, breaking away only to add, “But only if you’re comfortable, my love.”
It seals the deal, the absolute devotion in his eyes when he seeks consent and you nod, biting down on your bottom lip coyly. Words are simply too much.
“Oh, good girl…” he seems impressed, glad that you’ve let go just enough for him to experience this with him. Dutch gets back to the task at hand, slipping one of the darker blankets underneath you and hooking his fingers into your jeans and underwear to peel them down your legs.
You try not to think about what he must see down there, and it takes everything in you not to squirm, not to retreat back into thoughts planted in you by others and instead to simply be here with Dutch. The struggle manifests itself in a furious blush on your cheeks and an inability to look anywhere but up at the ceiling of the tent. You miss the stars. You wish you could count them.
Ever the expert on you, Dutch notices your inhibitions winning the battle. He’s hovering just above your heat and he places the softest of kisses just below your belly button. His voice is low when he begins to speak to you, “You know…”
You glance down to Dutch, curiosity overtaking whatever was stopping you meeting his eye, “I was reading earlier and Mr. Miller has some quite interesting views on freedom.” The giggle is inevitable, tumbling from your lips like a waterfall and crashing over Dutch. He’s always talking about Evelyn goddamn Miller, even now. God, you love him.
“Go on…” you reach down to him, tangling your fingers into a stray lock of hair and pushing it behind his ear. You cup his cheek, enjoying watching the flickering candle beside the two of you glistening in his otherwise inky orbs. Your hand looks so tiny beside his chiselled features and you can feel his jaw flutter against your palm. The world melts around you.
“So the question the seeker of allegorical poetry should ask himself-”
Dutch begins to roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, revealing those stunning, strong forearms, “or indeed, herself…” he adds, glancing to you before kissing your belly once more.
“Is this:”
As he crawls back up the length of your body, you can feel hot breath tickling your jawline. Your lips part, desperate for his taste but he denies you for just a second longer.
“Is it in the seeking that we find or the finding that we seek?”
Finally your lips meet, even if it’s far too briefly, Dutch’s hand trailing back down your front as his tongue dances with yours. You’re trying so hard to concentrate on his words that the nerves seem to have dissipated into the air.
“While this may seem like a pathway towards insanity…”
On insanity, he pinches one of your nipples between his fingertips softly, but just hard enough for the sensation to travel down your centre, the feeling everywhere, and a moan escapes your lips.
“…it’s an important distinction, and also a clear one.”
The trickle of his fingers running down your stomach sends ripples of sensation over the rest of your skin. You are no longer thinking about your reservations, only Dutch and his words and the passion in the way he speaks them.
“She who finds things is wise…”
You lose his touch, but somehow know his fingers are lined up at your entrance. You’re quivering with anticipation.
“…but she who continues to seek…”
You hang on his every word.
“…is evermore free.”
Two fingers plunge into you, curling up deep and hitting your sweet spot with the confidence of a man who knows every inch of you like the back of his hand. It’s different. It’s incredible. Even with just two of Dutch’s fingers, you feel full.
He gives you a second to adjust, before sliding his fingers almost all the way out, only to push them back in until his rings are practically steaming against your heated flesh. With this movement, his thumb lands on your clit and begins to move slow, gentle circles in time with his thrusts.
You see stars. You don’t have the capacity to count them.
“O-Oh my god- Dutch!”
“I know, my dear, I know… doesn’t it feel good? To seek?” He whispers right into your ear, so close his moustache tickles your lobe. All you can do is nod, biting down on your lip so hard it will surely swell in the morning. You feel a million times more sensitive right now, every bit of pressure or movement on your nub hurtling you closer and closer to what surely must be oblivion.
“I’m so proud of you, exploring this with me, letting me show you what we can find together.” The praise washes over you, working in perfect tandem with Dutch’s expert hands to wind your coil tighter and tighter until you’re all but a babbling mess, wantonly pressing your hips up to meet Dutch’s hand with a harsher force.
Somehow, you manage to finally flutter your eyes open, finding Dutch smirking as he watches you come undone beneath him.
“That’s it… good girl. Let go, princess, I’ve got you…”
Of course he does. Dutch would die for you. Dutch would kill for you. He’d do this for you, and you wonder how you could have ever hesitated.
The wonder is brief, cut short when Dutch van der Linde steals every coherent thought from you the second he slips that third finger in knuckle deep. You scream out his name, arching your back, the woollen blanket beneath you scratching at your shoulders.Dutch continues to orchestrate your euphoria, pumping deep in and out of you and circling your clit just how he knows you love it. It’s so intense and there’s so many stars you’re not quite sure you could count them if you had all the time in the world.
You come down slowly, guided by Dutch’s voice. Your legs tremble and your cheeks feel wet, though you’re not sure when the tears fell, most likely glistening in the light of those stars you saw just seconds ago. They’re replaced instead by Dutch, who is running gentle fingers of the hand not currently sliding out of you through your hair.
“Oh, my good girl. My beautiful, good girl, doing so well for me…” He knows you, so knows when you make it back to this realm. It’s in the way you smile at him, the way the spark returns to your eye. He smiles right back, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You’re too quick for him, though only because he’s certainly not expecting much energy from you after that orgasm, snaking a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you properly. Passionately.
Your tongue demands entrance and Dutch is happy to oblige. You hear that low growl deep in his chest and the vibrations seem to reverberate through you, spurring you on like a siren’s call. The ache in your abdomen is long forgotten, inhibitions beaten to a pulp and left on the side of the road to die. It doesn’t even phase you when Dutch pulls back to wipe down his crimson right hand on his shirt and you spot the blood splattered on his arm. It’s actually… pretty goddamn hot. He’s right, if the image of him coated in the blood of his victims is enough to set you off, what could be so wrong with this? An act of pure devotion, love and sex in their rawest, most vulnerable forms.
His shirt is left with a scarlet handprint Dutch will surely later claim belongs to an O’Driscoll, but that doesn’t matter for long as he pulls it off his shoulders and discards it to the ground. He unbuttons his pants, slipping them off before returning to you, his body covering and warming yours before you can even realise you’re shivering.
“You astound me every single day, my dear…” He speaks so quietly, seemingly afraid of bursting the bubble formed around the two of you, cutting you off from everything and anything but each other.
“Gotta keep seeking…” You quip, unable to keep the cheeky smile from your lips when you watch Dutch realise you’re the one quoting Evelyn Miller now. He kisses the corner of your lip, where the smile first started to tug. It’s a playful kiss, at first, but with each second that passes the laughter dies, he holds you tighter and the passion bubbles to the point you feel you might shatter if you don’t have him soon.
“Dutch…” You gasp breathlessly, the neediness in your tone working with the gyrating of your hips to let Dutch know just what you want, as if he’d ever need the help figuring it out. When you feel the head of his thick cock lining up at your entrance, you think of how much tighter it felt with Dutch’s fingers. About half a second before the anxiety can manifest itself, Dutch pushes into you. It’s euphoric, like no fullness you’ve ever felt before. There’s definitely a stretch deep inside, but the ever so slight pain only seems to burn the pleasure brighter. The noise that escapes your lips is obscene, and Dutch dips down to catch it with a deep kiss. Part of him definitely does it so that that noise can be reserved for only him, but the other half of the kiss holds a message: I’m here. He’s right here with you in this, holding you in a way that shields you from everything. In this moment, at your most unguarded, you know you can trust Dutch van der Linde with your life. With everything.
And you suddenly find what you seek.
When Dutch’s hips pull back, you feel every ridge, every vein, so beautifully massaging you that you experience it head to toe. He pushes back in, and you feel every muscle that twitches in his hard back under your fingers.
“Some beings, my dear, will never truly appreciate what your body is doing right now…” He growls, picking up a rhythm and hitting that sweet spot he seems to have a map to every damn time. It sends you dizzy and you can feel your heartbeat throbbing deep in your cunt, “But I do. It’s magnificent. You’re magnificent, and one day this cycle you endure will allow me to fuck my babies into you…” His rhythm picks up and you feel yourself climbing, serenaded by his words. You’ve never talked about babies before, but the way Dutch’s breath tickles your ear, the way his words harden your nipples and steal the breath from you, you suddenly know you want that more than anything.
Yet another discovery.
“Oh, God, Dutch, I-I’m gonna-”
“That’s right, princess… Cum for me. You wanna cum with me, baby? Let go for me.”
And how could you not?
Dutch seems to sense the impending scream, pressing his thumb into your mouth to let you bite down on it. You do. Hard.
It’s as though every piece of you explodes, crashing into all the pieces of Dutch and bonding to them forever. The rushing blood in your ears is the only other thing you can hear but Dutch’s visceral groans as he too loses control, his once steady rhythm growing erratic, his thrusts getting harsher and harsher. You never knew an ache could feel so good until right this moment.
And just when you feel like you’re in orbit, like you couldn’t possibly reach a higher ecstasy, Dutch presses the thumb not clamped between your teeth onto your clit and starts to rub.
And you get it. You really, truly understand it. Mr Miller is right, he’s so damn right.
This, the comfort you find in being in Dutch’s arms that unlocks the ability to just keep seeking more from life, this is true freedom. He holds you and guides you from one life changing find to another, allowing you to shape what you want from the world and doing everything he can to bring it to you. The two of you find magical things, like the carnal lusts you experience near nightly, but with his encouragement and love, you continue to seek. You seek times like these, where you’ve never been so vulnerable with another and yet have never felt pleasure and connection so all-consuming.
You and Dutch, when you’re together…
You’re evermore free.
Free to seek and find, and then keep seeking until you reach this: true bliss.
You cum to the sweet melody of Dutch’s moans and praises, wave after wave radiating over you. Your toes curl; your nails dig into the skin on Dutch’s back, surely ripping it and shedding more blood between you. You can feel your pussy clenching around Dutch’s entire shaft, which twitches madly as it pumps you full of his hot spend.
It feels as if it lasts forever, like when you blink your eyes open the world will have ended, leaving you and Dutch to fuck into eternity and repopulate the Earth. You’d do it. Gladly.
Alas, when you do open your eyes, you’re met with the world, just as it was when you seemingly left it. Your world: Dutch. His arms are tense around you, as to not let his entire weight crush you and when he slips out of you, he lowers himself to your side. You see the blood on his right hand, but it doesn’t look too unlike the blood on your own hands. You’re breathless, feeling the laboured rise and fall of Dutch’s chest when you rest your head on it, but you just about manage to whisper to him, “Sorry for scratching you…” with the cheekiest smile on your swollen lips.
Dutch raises a brow, entangling his cleaner hand with one of your own and raising them both to the candlelight to inspect the damage.
“Y’know… I quite like the look of my blood on your hands, my dear.”
You grin, thinking of the long forgotten cramping and bad mood you once knew.
“Likewise, Mr. van der Linde.”
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