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Not Again - Part Ten
Summary: Azriel and Y/n both are left reeling from the fight and revelations that morning.
Warnings: ANGST!!!! Shes a little spicey, Smut (oral, f receiving), this is probably the longest chapter yet
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-Part Ten-
Azriel was gone until well after dinner, she’d eaten alone in the dining room when the house had seemed sick of her wallowing and forced a plate of food in front of her. Y/n was half tempted to refuse but she felt the scolding presence and decided arguing wasn’t worth it.
The fight had drained from her in the hours she’d spent in that seat, staring at the wall. She didn’t have it in her, the fire from her argument with Azriel dying out, turning to ice in her chest until she felt nothing at all.
Once she finished every last bite of the meal, the house whisked away the plates and she was left with nothing again, just that cold empty silence. She felt the fire tugging on her, felt it like a faint echo of what she’d felt this morning, begging to be rekindled, to keep fighting until she won, that was her mother’s temper, her father’s resilience. But she wasn’t them, she wasn’t strong enough to be them, her parents had taken on the world and won, fighting for a dream that they got to achieve. Y/n? Y/n had lived through nothing but peace. She was trained as a warrior, she could fight and win, but what was there to fight for? To get home, to fight some faceless god that wanted her dead for a sin that wasn’t her own, to die anyway? What was the damned point of it all.
Alone, she was so fucking alone, and it was eating her alive.
“You’re still up.”
Her heart lurches in her chest, “Gods be damned, don’t do that.”
Azriel glides across the room, in that deadly silent way, spymaster indeed. She hadn’t even felt his approach like she usually did, that heavy feeling of being under his gaze, that feeling in her heart that whispered, he’s close. It was like it was suppressed, submerged under water, still there, but so so faint.
“I’m sorry.” He gives her a small grin that says quite the opposite, “Did I startle you?”
“Not at all,” she says, frowning up at him, “Where have you been? Babysitting not fun enough for you anymore?”
It’s easy to throw on that mask of sarcasm and arrogance, anything to hide the crushing weight on her shoulders.
“It was never fun to begin with.” He shrugs, taking a seat across from her, a glass of deep red wine appearing on the table before him, “I was dealing with court matters.”
She leans across the table and plucks the glass into her own hands, “Sounds riveting.”
The wine is sweet on her tongue as she drinks deeply, her eyes closed and her head tilted back. It soothes some of the rough edges of her, chips away at that ice.
She sighs as she finishes the glass, her eyes finding the male in front of her, who’s hazel gaze is firmly planted on her sighing lips. There’s a darkness in his gaze, different than the usual shadows, it’s deeper, it kindles that fire in her, a singular spark that could turn into a blaze. Maybe, it would be enough to burn away the thoughts that threaten to drag her down, down, down.
“That was mine,” he says quietly.
She smiles sweetly, “Was it? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”
His eyes don’t move from her lips, “I’ve had a long day, Princess.”
“Oh do tell.” The glass in her hand fills on its own, a gift from the house, she sips slowly. “I do hope you weren’t sulking all day.”
Azriel leans forward, arms resting on the table between them. Earlier it had felt like the only barrier keeping them from tearing into each other, now, it felt much the same.
“Sulking over what, exactly?” His head tilts to the side, examining her, “Over a stubborn female who’s ready to run head first into her death?”
And just like that the fire turns from a gentle heat to a roaring in her blood, and not in the way she wanted it to. There was something about the way he looked at her, the infuriating way he’d looked all morning during their fight, that has her fire burning again. Fight, fight, fight. She wanted to fight and burn and take all of this storming emotion inside of her out on him, and it would seem he was finally ready to do the same.
“I see you’ve still got your panties in a twist over this,” she grins, showing off her canines, “Did you think you could just kiss me and I’d fall at your feet and let you go over protective fae male on me?”
His eyes drop to her lips, “I’d think you’d have wanted to actually survive long enough to make it home to your family.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” she snaps, “But you and your busybody court won’t get out of my way.”
“So you can get yourself killed?” His gaze is darker, filled with that rage and something more, “So you can throw yourself in front of a vengeful god that wants you dead, leaving the portal open to it, get all of us killed in your reckless, idiotic, selfish attempt.”
He’s right, she knows that, whatever god has it out for her won’t stop until she’s dead, and after that, who knows what it will do with the lock. She sees his reasoning, she understands it, but she’s geared for a fight and that fire fuels her.
“If you’d let me try,” she snarls, “give me the damned book and figure out how to open the right gate-“
“No.” His voice is soft, a simmering heat lacing it, “You are not going anywhere near that book, you are not trying that fucking gate again, you are not leaving-“
“Leaving what, who? Leaving you?” There’s a raging fire in her eyes, in her blood, in the pit of her stomach, it begs for her to burn with it, she chases the feeling so she doesn’t feel the emptiness from before. “Was my mouth so good that you can’t stand to let me go?”
That narrow focus on her mouth sends a thrill through her, “Is it so shocking that I actually care about your wellbeing, you absolute fucking brat.”
Her grin is feline, “I have a feeling you like brats, shadowsinger.”
Azriel is standing, leaning over the table, wings flared in the perfect picture of a wrathful god. Her eyes skate over him, down those sculpted arms to the hands that look ready to wring her neck. He could easily wrap one of his large hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her, could make her see stars.
When her eyes travel back up to his, she could melt with the heat in them. This is exactly what she wanted, rile him up, get him to either punch her or fuck her, she didn’t quite care which, only that he made her feel something other than nothing.
“Listen, Princess.” Gods his voice was gravely, laced with anger and something that made her toes curl in her boots. “I see what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”
“And what exactly am I doing, Azriel” she lets her voice drop low when she says his name, lifting that glass of wine to her mouth.
His hand snaps out, practically ripping the glass from her hand, “You think you can get under my skin, make me angry enough, make me want to put you in your damned place.”
She was on fire, burning and burning. A noise almost slips off her tongue as he turns the glass, placing his mouth directly on the spot hers had been, and throws the whole thing back, the strong column of his throat on perfect display to her. A primal part of her wants to sink her teeth into the flesh and leave her mark on him.
Azriel slams the glass down on the table, a crack forming in its stem, “You want me to make you feel something, you want to act like a brat to hide how fucking scared and lonely you feel.”
The heat stops, everything stops as he continues, “You want me to be your gods damned distraction from that fucking void in your chest.
“Fuck you,” she snarls, standing to copy his stance, leaning across that table like she’d jump it and tear his throat out instead of laying her claim, “you’re a piece of shit, shadowsinger.”
He leans in closer, close enough she can smell the wine on his breath, “I’ll take you when you’re done being a coward, Princess.”
And like it meant nothing, that soul baring sentence, he turns and stalks out of the room, shadows trailing behind him like they were trying to stay.
The glass is flying through the air, shattering on the arch of the doorway, and those lingering shadows scatter.
He felt like he was that glass, exploding into a million pieces. It took every ounce of self control to keep walking, to keep dampening that bond he could so strongly feel now that he was aware of it. He could feel her on the other side of that tendril of shadow, raging, desperate, scared, and lonely. So gods damned lonely.
Azriel understood the feeling, he’d felt it all day since the moment Rhys has spoken those words, his mate. He’d collapsed, no longer able to support himself and he’d spent those agonizing hours crying, letting Cassian and Rhys bear his weight. How cruel was fate to bring her to him, this female of pine and snow and fire that reminded him of home, this female that would eventually have to leave him.
His mate, a storm of ice, wind, and fire on the other side of that tendril of shadow that connected them. His mate, the warrior who’d handed him his ass on more than one occasion, who could get beneath his skin more than anyone he’d ever known. His mate, the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.
He’d felt her from the River house, the way her thoughts had spiraled out of control, the rage draining into nothingness, it scared the shit out of him, enough that he’d started to pull himself together, using his brothers to haul himself off the floor. It had taken longer than he would’ve liked to make himself presentable, to force his wings to work to take him to her, to dampen that bond so she wouldn’t feel the agony he was in.
When he’d seen her there, broken and lost, he needed to get her back, desperately needed her to come back from that edge. He was willing to shove his own agony into a box and put on a mask. He tugged once on that bond, begging her to fight it. And when she'd started to come back, when she started to play with him, he kept going, stoking that fire anyway he could, he brought back the rage from that morning, the desire in his blood, and they fought and pushed at each other.
He felt that primal urge to claim her right then and there, but he couldn't. He could feel her on the other side, feel the lust and fire, feel the despair hidden beneath. She wanted a distraction, not him, she wanted to hide from everything she was feeling and Azriel desperately wanted to do it, to take her over that table, over and over, to scream that she was his mate, to claim her as his. Instead he’d called her a coward, he really meant it about himself.
Azriel was terrified, to bare his soul only to have it ripped away through a gate across the stars. He would fall at her feet and she would still leave him, he wasn’t enough to make her stay, he knew that. She had a destiny, she would be a Queen in a far away land, and she would one day find a consort who would be able to stay by her side, love her, cherish her.
He felt sick. Barely making it to his room and into the bathroom before he heaved the contents of his stomach into the bowl. Azriel couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop the spasms in his abdomen, couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his face.
The mother was cruel, so very cruel.
Y/n couldn’t go back to her room, couldn’t be that close to him, she wasn’t sure what she would do if she was. Would she take her dagger to his throat, would she take all the rage in her blood and kill him, or would she cave into the desperate need to kiss him, to turn that anger into passion. Both options were bad ideas, enough that she begged the house to show her to a room as far away as possible.
When she woke with the sunrise, the unfamiliar room nearly sent her into a panic before the night before crashed back into her. All the pain and longing, the fire and rage, the numbness and loneliness. It was to much, these feelings, she felt like she was drowning in them, she needed to get out, get as far away as possible.
She was dressed and out the door, practically running down the halls to the closest balcony. The door was already open for her, the breeze welcoming her as she shifted and leapt of the edge, flying into the sunrise beyond.
She didn’t turn back, didn’t look to see the male who’s gaze she could feel like a brand across her back.
Two days had passed since Azriel watched her take off from the balcony across the house. He’d nearly flown after her, with how fast she was he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to catch her. But instead he just watched, watched as his mate flew as fast and as far away from him as she possibly could.
He’d waited for hours, scanning the skies for that majestic hawk form, but she didn’t come back. The bond grew fainter and fainter as she drifted farther and farther away. That was when the panic had set in. She didn’t know these lands, the creatures within, the fae who lurked in the shadows. Y/n was a warrior, a talented one at that, yet Azriel couldn’t help the fear that she would be hurt.
Cassian had found him on that ledge, had forced him inside, had forced him to eat, to sit down and gods damned breathe for a minute. And he’d stayed with him the rest of the day, through the night and the day after. The only thing that kept Azriel from losing control completely was that thread, no matter how faint, he could still feel her on the other side.
She was alive, burning, those swirling emotions screaming down the bond. Anger, despair, loneliness, longing, fear, so many emotions that mirrored everything Azriel felt. He wondered how much of it was her and how much of it was him.
By the end of the second day, sheer exhaustion had him falling into bed, his brother closing the door behind him to go find his own bed, his mate in it. Azriel was to tired to say anything, even the thank you Cassian deserved for staying with him, for holding him together.
Sleep took him, and he welcomed the blissful darkness.
Wake up, wake, she’s back, wake up, she’s here, outside, back. His body jolts, startled awake by the whispering shadows around his head. Even without them telling him, he knew she was back, could feel her close on the other side of that tether. Closer and closer she grew, coming down the hall towards him. He didn’t think, didn’t stop, just ran to the door, hauling it open to see her standing there, her back turned to him, hand resting on her own door.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
His voice is gravely, still heavy with sleep and lingering emotions that comes to the forefront as soon as her scent hits him.
“None of your business.” It lacks her usual snark, no heat behind it, “It’s late, I’m tired.”
His hand moves on its own, fingers wrapping around her bicep and pulling, rougher than he meant to be but in that moment he didn’t have it in him to care. He’d spent the last two days worrying, scared shitless over where she could be, he couldn’t control the fierce heat that rose in his blood.
She looks up at him, eyes ice cold, “What do you want?”
“Where have you been?” He repeats, each word sharp and short, “You can’t just disappear for two days and expect me to just-“
“Oh fuck off,” she snarls, “I don’t owe you shit, shadowsinger.”
He can feel the spark of anger in her, and it mirrors his own. She’d ran away, flown off to who knows where, and left him. She left him.
“It’s a simple question, Princess.” He pulls her closer to him, looking down at her, “Why do you have to make everything so difficult.”
She gives him one of those sweet little smiles that makes him see red, makes the reins on his control snap. His hand shoots up, wrapping behind her neck and gripping a handful of her hair, pulling so she’s looking up at him. Her mouth opens, most likely to yell at him, to snarl and snap those lethal teeth at his throat, but he doesn’t give her the chance.
Their lips crash together, viciously devouring each other. Azriel pours every emotion he had felt in the past few days into it, the heat and anger, the despair and loneliness, the desire. He decided then that he didn’t care, he would take what she would give him, would be her distraction, would lay his soul bear for her, would let her rip his heart from his chest to bring it with her when she left him behind. He didn’t care that it would kill him to let her leave, to let her leave and never know that he was her mate, he didn’t care, he needed her, needed to feel her, to worship her.
He holds her to him, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other gripping her hair to keep her exactly where he wants her. Her hand grips his arm, nails digging into the flesh, her other grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him impossibly closer.
There was no softness, no gentle touch and soft passion, it was hard and painful. Her teeth drawing blood from his lip where she bites him, his hand bruising her sides where he holds her.
“You’re a fucking prick,” she snarls against him, pulling away just enough that he can still feel her lips against his.
The hand in her hair roughly pulls, forcing her back so that he can look her in the eyes, he notes the small moan that she tries to hold back, “You’re infuriating, Princess.”
She presses closer to him and he almost hisses at the contact, “I can feel just how infuriated you are, shadowsinger.”
He lets go of her hair, reaching down to her thighs to hoist her up. Her legs wrap around his hips as he presses her body into the door behind her. The sound she makes almost brings him to his knees. He can feel her pressed against him, his cock straining in his leathers.
“I can’t stand you.” Her head falls back against the door, letting him trail his lips and tongue down her throat, “You insufferable male."
He finds her pulse and nips at the sensitive spot. It draws a heady sigh from her lips, he does it again just so he can hear that sweet sound. She claws at his back as he wraps is lips around that spot, writhing against him as he leaves a deep purple mark. Azriel has to grip her thighs even harder to keep her still, or he’d lose his mind completely and take her against the wall.
“Gods,” she pants, “Azriel please.”
He kisses that claiming mark, “Please what, Princess?”
She lets out a soft growl, pushing his face away from her neck. Her lips find his again, her nails digging painfully into his cheek. He groans into it and holds her up with one arm, using the other to unlatch the door. It swings open and he takes them inside, slamming it shut behind him. Only the soft moon light illuminates the space, Azriel doesn’t need it to find her bed.
He practically throws her onto the center of it, grinning at the feral hiss she lets out, “I’m not a damned rag doll, you bastard.”
Y/n props herself up on her elbows, looking up at him with those eyes on fire. She looks delicious in the soft light, hair a mess, lips swollen, that mark on her neck a deep dark purple. A sick sense of purely male pride overwhelms him, she would walk around with that bruise for days, and everyone would know she belonged to him.
“No of course not,” he smirks, slowly crawling onto the bed, over her, caging her in, “A rag doll wouldn’t talk back this much.”
“I hate you,” she sighs, glaring up at him.
“That’s fine.” It wasn’t, it was the opposite of fine. “You can hate me all you want.”
He doesn’t let her respond, doesn’t let her wield that poison tipped tongue to open the wound in his heart anymore. Instead, his scarred hands grip the soft material of her shirt and rips.
Azriel groans at the sight, and Y/n gasps as the chilled air drifts across her exposed chest. Soft and perfect, large and heavy, Azriel takes her in, the valley between that leads down to her belly, the curve of her waist, he devours her with his eyes. Her arms lift to cover herself but his fingers wrap around her wrists and pins them roughly above her head. He wouldn’t let her hide from him.
“Beautiful, so gods damned perfect,” he growls, leaning down to capture one of the peaks in his mouth.
Her back arches off the bed, pressing closer to his tongue, to his teeth that pinch the little bud, drawing a sharp gasp from her. He keeps her wrists in one hand, the other trailing down to her chest, gripping the soft flesh in his palm and squeezing. He groans against her, keeping his hold on her wrist despite the way she writhes and pulls against him. The most devastatingly melodic sounds fall from her lips, moans and pleading sighs.
“What do you want, Princess?” He asks, trailing kisses across her soft skin, leaving those claiming bruises as he goes, “Tell me what you want.”
“More,” she groans, hissing when he takes a nipple between his fingers, squeezing and rolling it without mercy, “More, I need more, I need to touch you.”
He grins, “Don’t be greedy, Princess.”
She growls and pulls against the hold on her wrists, desperately trying to break free of his iron grip. Of course she’d fight him, even now when he was ready to lay the world at her feet, she would fight him. He lets her win, lets her rip her hands from his, lets her use those claws to rip at his shirt, tearing it from his body like he’d done to her.
“Did that make you feel better?” He taunts, smirking at the way her eyes take him in.
“Shut up.”
Her hands trace the tattoos across his chest, nails dragging across him with just enough pressure to draw a hiss from his lips. Violent, wicked, beautiful. She was perfect, so damned perfect.
He drops his lips to the valley between her breasts, kissing down the plane of her stomach while his fingers deftly work at the ties of her leathers. Her hands drag through his hair, tugging at the strands as she gasps and moans at every touch.
Azriel makes quick work of her leathers, roughly tugging them down her thighs, throwing them behind them without care. Her scent washes over him, sweet arousal that has him growling low in his chest. The delicate black fabric covering her center is easy to tear off her body, revealing all of her to him.
“Look at you,” he groans, sitting back on his heels so he could see all of her, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”
“I told you I was your type,” she breathes, that saccharine on her lips.
Azriel shifts, placing himself directly between her legs, his scarred hands pushing apart her thighs so he could see her dripping for him. His fingers dig into her strong thighs, more bruises for her to wear.
“Az,” she whines, glaring through her heavy lidded eyes, “don’t just stare, do some-“
Her pleas turn into desperate moans as he drops his head to her, laying down between her thighs so he can properly worship her. He runs is tongue directly over her center, tasting her like she was his last meal to savor. So impossibly sweet, her taste has him growling against her.
“Fuck, Az,” Y/n practically screams, rolling her hips as his tongue circles the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
He could do this for hours, flattening his tongue against her, sucking, biting, bringing out those noises that sound like music to his ears. The hands in his hair pull and push like she can’t tell if she needs him closer or to stop, he has to pin her to the bed with his arm to stop her from writhing away.
He can feel her on the other side of the bond no matter how hard he tries to dampen in, can feel the intense pleasure, it ripples through him, making him strain against his leathers uncomfortably. He has to press his hips into the bed to relieve some of the pain of it.
“Gods damnit,” she gasps, “Az, I- fuck.”
He’s half tempted to taunt her for the way she stumbles over the words, but to do that he’d have to take his mouth off of her and he wasn’t willing to do that. Instead, he takes is free hand, softly tracing it up her thigh, until it’s posed at her entrance. He uses a single scarred finger, dragging it through her wetness. Her hips desperately try to chase the digit and he laughs against her, sending a shiver through her at the vibration.
“Please,” she begs, and it’s the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, “Az, please.”
Azriel doesn’t hesitate to plunge into her, groaning at the feeling, grinding his cock into the bed. She’s moaning and cursing as he curls his finger to find that spot inside that would make her see stars, that would have her coming undone on his tongue. When she screams his name, he knows he’s found it and he keeps brushing the spot over and over as his mouth devours her clit. He adds a second finger, the tight stretch around them nearly enough to send him over the edge.
“Az, don’t stop,” Y/n gasps, head thrown back in pleasure, “please I-“
There on the other side of that tendril of shadow he feels the band in the pit of her stomach tighten and tighten. His tongue flattens against her, his fingers curl, and that band snaps.
He doesn’t stop, keeps rolling his tongue over her, keeps moving his fingers as the shocks run through her, his arm pinning her down as she writhes beneath him. Wave after wave after wave until she’s pulling away from him, trying to escape the pleasure that slowly turns into delicious pain.
“Az, please,” Y/n sobs, “I can’t, fuck, please.”
It takes more effort than he’s willing to admit to pry himself away, the way she gasps as his fingers pull out of her makes him want to go right back in. Addictive, she is absolutely addictive.
Y/n goes limp beneath him, panting like she’d ran a marathon, he’s half tempted to tease her for that too if she didn’t look so tired. Eyes heavy like she was fighting to stay awake.
It only hits him then that she had been out, Mother knows where, for days, flying far enough away that he could barely feel her through the bond. She had to be exhausted, and Azriel had throughly worn out any energy she might have had left.
He pulls away, tugging down the rumpled sheets. She doesn’t acknowledge what he’s doing, not until he’s carefully wrapping his arms around her, one behind her back the other below her legs. She’s almost limp in his arm as he gently lays her at the head of the bed.
“What are you doing?” She asks, voice hoarse, “What about you?”
His cock was begging for attention, begging for her hand, for her mouth, for her cunt. He’d need to take care of himself to get rid of the aching need.
Azriel brings the duvet up to her chin, “I’m fine, Princess. You need to sleep.”
“But-“
He grins down at her, leaning down to brush his lips across her cheek, “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. I have a whole list of ways to ravish you. You’ll be begging me to let you sleep.”
A soft whine, “Az, I want-“
“Sleep, Princess.” He stands, moving towards the door, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Azriel has to force himself to take each step away from her when everything in him is screaming for him to turn around and take everything she had to offer. His shadows plead with him to stop, to do just that, pulling back towards her against the tight reins he keeps on them.
“Az.” The softest whisper, he almost doesn’t hear it, “Stay, please.”
Y/n looks at him, those eyes still heavy with sleep and an emotion so raw, so open, that he can’t help it when he says, “Of course, Princess.”
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#these two have zero idea how to properly communicate#gone is that soft early morning talk#we’re here for the pure horniness#also I have written smut like once before so let me know if this is trash or not#you cannot convince me that Azriel is not a brat tamer#Rhys was wrong when he said Az is not the ravishing type#acotar#azriel x reader#acotar x reader#azriel#rowaelin daughter#rowaelin#not again
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I need to get this out my system or else I'mma lose my shit... What about in Mania pt 3( don't know if you'll have one) but what about König hair pulling y/n? Him just cooing as she's babbling shit and overstimulated. (+Slide some belt there if you wanna) huehuehuehue. You get the rest! Imma go to Mars and come back after you post it! Love youn babyeee!! Ajsbsjamajshjssh
people are so wei- jk we’re equally horny i love you anon.
MANIA pt.3
obsessive love; very possessive and often jealous.
word count: 1.3k
read first chapter here
summary: König doesn’t wants you to leave him, even for a second. he finds excuses and makes it your problem so he could fuck you until you’re too sore to leave again. (he could destroy me and i would thank him fr.)
mdni NSFW! +18, cw: hurt/comfort, possessiveness, size k!nk, fem!reader, obsessive König, dom!König, manhandling, hair pulling, overstimulation.
art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader
His hips slammed to yours as he grabbed your thighs and gave them a squeeze, his big palms causing your sore muscles to ache. But he made it up to you by kissing your g-spot repeatedly. It made your eyes roll back and pussy clench around him. He groaned and pushed your thighs to your chest, still thrusting into you without mercy. “You take me so well, Hase.” his eyes were focused on how your greedy cunt sucked him in. “Ich schwöre bei Gott, you love my cock more than you love me, Hase” with a light chuckle continued to watch it, it amused him that how your tight cunt get used to his shape. He used you at his heart content, your little body was like a putty in his hands. He would mold you into the perfect toy for him. Needy and dependent. Maybe then you wouldn’t have a thought about leaving him.
“Kö-König!” was all you could push out from your lips when he didn’t even consider slowing down. Your legs aching and causing so much pain but the pleasure he fucked into you was all you could think and feel. His hips slamming to yours and making the bed shake with the force. “Ja, Hase?” The way you slurred his name was turning him on even more. You were a moaning mess, mind too foggy to remember what you wanted to say. “Faster.” you gripped the bed sheets for dear life, squirming and sobbing while he pounded into you hard. “Du wirst mein Tod sein.” (You will be the death of me.) he mumbled before pounding into you harder and making you gasp. When you said his name, he thought you would beg him to slow down but it was his mistake to forget how needy you already are. Your walls clenched around him and your hips desperately rolling to meet his, that’s when he knew you’re close.
He didn’t stop or slow down. Continued to thrust into you as he tilted his head back and let out a low groan. Your moans and sobs was mixed with his low curses and groans. “I know you’re close Hase. Cum for me.” he looked back to your face. His heart dropped at the sight. Your addicting lips parted and face twisted with pure bliss as you cum on his cock without needing any further stimulation. “Scheiße.” he dug his fingers into your thighs as he couldn’t contain himself and cum deep inside you. “Oh my-“ you whimpered when you felt him unexpectedly fill you up with his hot semen. He pulled his cock out and released your thighs. His hands immediately find your face and pulled you up to meet his lips halfway. The kiss was rough like he was mad at you for making him cum. “You should be punished for the expression you made when you cum.” he whispered after the kiss and bit down your lower lip. You whined and shook your head in protest when he let go of your swollen lip, unable to form a proper sentence as you felt the arousal dripping from your cunt to your thighs.
His hands found your clit and rubbed with enough pressure to make you squirm again. “Wrong answer, Hase. Try again.” he whispered, his eyes filled with nothing but pure lust and want to possess you. Your hips twitched and rolled foward to his fingers, chasing the any friction you could get. “So verdammt süß.” he gritted his teeth to stop himself from devouring you whole. He teased your folds with his fingers, fingering you with the both of yours cum still inside you. You shuddered and grabbed his forearm when he hit that sweet spot. “Fuck.” you cried and threw your head back, another orgasm building within you.
He felt your walls tightened around his fingers. He smirked and tilted his head to the side. “Again? Already, Hase?” he purred then curled his fingers so he hit that spot he already knows by heart, his other hand on your waist to keep you still. He knew all your weak spots and the places that made you squirm. You were already overwhelmed with the all pleasure he was giving to you. “gonna… please-“ you moaned as your eyes rolled back to your skull and legs trembled. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed when you cum again, harder than before. You collapsed back to bed, legs still trembling and aching. He watched the mess he made out of you with a satisfied smile. His hungry gaze locked with your pleading one, his fingers leaving your cunt and finding his mouth to lick his fingers clean. The sight of him tasting your arousal made your stomach do a flip, earning a needy whine. “I’m not done, Hase.” he whispered to your ear, his voice stained with want. The want to take you over and over, the want to make you his, the want to make you stay with him. He took of his mask. As much as he wanted to fuck you with his mask on, he couldn’t resist your trembling lips. His lips found yours in a passionate make out session. His fingers traced back to your breasts kneading and making you squirm again.
He didn’t even let you recover or take a break. After leaving you breathless with his lips he flipped you over and grabbed your hips to hold you up. Your breath hitched when he pressed his rock hard cock against your ass. You tried to escape his grasp but it just earned a low growl from him. “Where do you think you’re going?” He hissed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it back and looking into your eyes. Your blood ran cold when you saw his icy-blue eyes, and you realised that you had managed to anger him. “Du wirst mich nicht verlassen.” (You’re not leaving me.) he murmured as he pressed your face to the mattress and lifted your ass up. Positioning you into however he wanted to take you. Ass up, back arched perfectly and chest pressed against the mattress. He continued to murmur the same thing repeatedly as he stretched you open with his thick cock and pounded into you rapidly. You were already a blabbering mess, begging and sobbing as he fucked the breath out of your lungs. Your legs trembled and gave up eventually, the only thing holding you up was his hand on your lower belly. He adjusted you again with his hand on your belly and carried you without effort. With his hand pressing on your belly he could feel himself moving inside you. With each thrust of his pushed you closer to edge, milking him as you cum again. He suck in a sharp breath and grabbed your hair firmer, yet he didn’t cum until you begged him and promised to not leave. Your cries increased by the time he cum inside you filling you up with his hot seeds all again. He gave you last a few slow thrusts overstimulating further both of you with his each thrust.
He pulled out and then flipped you over onto your back again. “Aww mein kleiner Hase… Don’t cry. You did so good f’me.” he kissed your cheeks and wiped the tears. “You know i love you so much.” he soothed you with pulling you onto his firm chest and massaging your sore legs. As your sobs came to a stop. He then prepared a warm tub for the both of you, filling it with your favourite essences. Carefully placing you into the water then pulled you into his lap in the tub, his body taking up the majority of the space. He began to massage your thighs as your head dropped onto his shoulder. "I'm not going to leave you." you whispered by the end of the day. He pulled you even tighter into his embrace and planted kisses on your neck. “I know.” he mumbled softly.
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I interrupt your daily schedules to present some purely plotless Astarion x gn! Reader smut. Courtesy of me listening to an oldie but goodie "What's My Name" by Rihanna ft. Drake during my morning commute.
Note that this is seriously NSFW so don't read below the break line unless you're a horny little gremlin like this pair or me since yeah I wrote it. :)
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The Things We Could Do in Twenty Minutes…
Rating: MATURE
Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Oral sex (Astarion receiving), hand kink, slight praise kink, slight dom!Astarion/sub!Reader, public sex/exhibitionism
Summary: You and Astarion have been tasked with a scouting mission. You grow a little bored from waiting around and very horny watching Astarion play with his knife.
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The two of you were leaning side by side against the alley wall. Watching. Waiting. Poised to strike whenever your quarry exited the tavern across the street.
But it was late. You had been skulking about for hours. You were bored.
And Astarion, gods damn him, was flush against you, smelling like temptation and sin. Subtle wafts of his signature bergamot, rosemary, and brandy scent teased your nose as his fingers idly spun his blade around in his hands.
Your breath hitched as you watched him. Watched how gracefully those long, slender fingers absently played with the knife while his eyes scanned the street for any signs of activity. He was totally oblivious to your ogling, which was good because you could swear you were starting to salivate just watching him toy with his weapon.
You wondered how those fingers would feel scratching against your scalp. Pulling your hair. Clasping your jaw.
Fuck it, you thought. Throwing caution to the wind, you reached a hand forward to caress his chest. His head whipped around immediately to look at you, brow furrowed. It was an innocent enough gesture, but his eyes caught the look on your face, illuminated dimly in the silvery light of the moon. How your pupils were blown wide with unbridled lust.
He smirked, one delicate fang peeking out from between his lips.
“Can I help you?” he drawled.
“You can actually,” you whispered. Your hand lightly traced down his chest, down his abdomen, before it stopped at the bindings of his trousers.
You looked up at him beneath your lashes, your eyes beseeching.
“My, my,” Astarion chuckled, his voice like silk. “Wanting to play while we’re on the clock? Tsk. What would our comrades think?”
“It’ll make our cover seem more convincing, don’t you think?” you reasoned, licking your lips as you noticed the growing bulge between his legs. “Just two unassuming lovers, swept up in a moment of passion as they passed this dingy alley?”
“Our target should be leaving any moment now, darling. We wouldn’t want to miss our window of opportunity.”
“I give it at least twenty minutes before the tavern closes. And just think, the things we could do in twenty minutes…”
He gave a throaty laugh. “You make a very convincing argument. How could I ever deny you?”
“Is that a yes then?” your voice was husky, struggling to contain the urge to drop to your knees and taste him. You would wait for his consent. Of course you would wait. But you couldn’t deny the heady desires ratcheting up within you.
“Yes,” he cooed, nuzzling your neck and planting a quick kiss against the fang marks he’d left earlier that evening. “Go on then, love.”
“Thank the gods,” you groaned, immediately kneeling before him and undoing the bindings of his breeches.
You captured him in your mouth as soon as his impressive length sprang free, tasting the salt and musk of him as you took him as far back as your throat would allow. Your eyes watered with the pressure of him pressing down your throat. It was the sweetest pain.
You heard the muffled thump of his head as it hit the brick wall. You relished the tortured groan that spilled from his lips as you continued to gorge yourself on him.
Then a moan of your own vibrated against him as his hands moved to grip your hair. His fingers scratching against your scalp nearly had your eyes rolling back into your head. With your hands braced on his thighs, you continued to bob your head, sucking, licking and swallowing around him.
He tasted like the purest drug you could ever inject into your veins. You would never tire of doing this for him. Of hearing and feeling how your mouth and tongue caused him to shiver and quake with pleasure. You could feel your own release building because of it, despite the lack of any stimulation to your groin. It didn’t matter.
You had no desire for anything but Astarion’s pleasure tonight.
“Look at me,” he growled suddenly. You felt his fingers clutch your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.
You peered up at him as you continued to piston your mouth around his length, whining softly as you beheld the look in his eyes.
“I want you to look at me while I cum in that gorgeous, sinful mouth,” he whispered, his hips beginning to buck into you, meeting your movements in perfect synchrony.
You moaned again at his words, your mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum as you continued to suck him.
“Are you ready, darling?” he murmured, his other hand reverently stroking your hair. A stark contrast to the absolutely deplorable things you were doing to his cock.
You gave a garbled assent, taking him in with a surge of passion as you anticipated the feeling of his release shooting down your throat.
A few moments more and your anticipation was rewarded in full. You groaned as you heard him grunt. Felt his final, feral thrust into your mouth. Tasted the salty sweetness of his cum on your tongue.
As he came down from his high, you gave him one last, obscene lick before removing your mouth. Slouching against the wall, utterly spent, he watched as you deliberately met his eyes and swallowed his cum with a gulp. He hummed his approval, grinning wickedly.
“You naughty thing,” he crooned. “You’ll be the death of us both.”
You returned his grin with an impish one of your own before wiping your mouth clean on the sleeve of your shirt and rising to stand next to him once more.
You surveyed the street. Scanned the tavern for signs of movement. Nothing was amiss. Your quarry hadn’t escaped.
“See?” you murmured, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Twenty minutes was all I needed.”
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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson
tags: mmf threesome, oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, piv, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, dom!eddie, dom!steve, sub!reader, best friends with benefits, mentions of virginity, hair-pulling, breeding kink, throatfucking, squirting, praise and degradation, everyone is horny
summary: back home from school, you recount about your time away in college with steve and eddie, leading to a sexual proposition that you never would’ve expected.
notes: pure filth, forgive me if it is hard to visualize positions… threesomes are very messy and crazy to write! feedback and reblogs appreciated :)
There’s a veering shift in the way they look at you. Maybe it’s because you’ve been gone for so long, so out of the loop, nothing but a modulated grainy voice on the other end of a call line, or a lingering scent in the back of their closets — jasmine, soap, the smell of girl and all things sweet, a tang of Eddie’s favorite green bud.
You want to believe it’s because they’ve missed you, they always do, but it’s different.
The way they each hug you, toned arms locked tightly around your waist, dragging and dragging upwards until it’s slung over your shoulder possessively and Steve’s perfectly-curved nose is in the tangles of your hair.
Ours. Ours. Ours.
You may have been gone for almost a year, but you’re still their girl.
“Look at you, dressin’ all tough and shit now!” Eddie grins proudly, tugging the hem of your skull shirt towards him as he tenderly presses your head to his chest. You nearly stumble on your boots, nothing but a shy smile ghosting the curl of your upper lip as he runs his thumb along your brow bone and you inhale him in with fluttering lashes. “You copying me? Stealing my style, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. His gorgeous best friend. Wiser, older now, prettier — well, you’ve always been pretty, but now, you’ve really grown into your features.
A year, it’s only been a fucking year and yet you still look this good. Better. Knocking the wind out of him, just to breathe it back between his lips.
“You should be flattered,” You shake your head at him, clasping a hand over his shoulder as you gaze over at Steve with admirable regard. There’s emphasis on every word that falls from your taunting smirk as he steps up your front porch. “You should be flattered I chose your clothes over Harrington’s preppy mom-jeans and—“
Then you’re being crushed, wedged between two warm bodies and clashing scents of woodiness and lavender as Steve wraps himself around you.
“You’re talking mad shit about me now, Y/N? All this time, thought I was your favorite — hey, I know that face — I am certain I was your favorite. I was before this one,” He ruffles Eddie’s hair roughly, beaming at either of you. “Came along and practically hypnotized you with his — his rings and his music and his…”
“Shut up and just say you missed me already.” You pull Steve closer to you, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck as Eddie rests his chin on the top of your scalp. It’s a chorus of can’t believe you’re back, crazy you left us in the first place, you’re here, we’re gonna spend so much time together. You can only smile, feeling their love spill out of their respective cups and into yours as you pull them into the house. “Saps.”
Your childhood bedroom of pinks and blues and whites feels exceptionally, jarringly smaller.
Steve and Eddie take up so much space — long legs and big socked feet, sharp jaws and curious eyes as you sit out on the fluffy beige carpet, sifting through the contents of your suitcase as you tell them stories about wild parties, about classes, about your messy roommates and about professors who didn’t know how to teach.
‘Listen, I loved Chicago, but I’ll always love Hawkins.’
‘Hello? The only reason you like Hawkins is because of us.’
‘Still you and your ego, Harrington.’
You don’t tell them about the boys, about the crushes and what kind of antics you got up to in the absence of them. Of them, their protectiveness, their touch, gentle and fleeting and borderline blurring the lines of friendship.
There was an ache for Steve and Eddie — far from platonic, short of romantic, closer to a sexual awakening than anything. The nights where you called, feeling the baritone of their deep snappy voices over the phone as they fought over for a turn, that dreaded dial tone when the line had gone dead and you were left with an emptiness, a twisting heat in your stomach as you replayed their words over and over again before you slept: Miss you. Come home, pretty girl.
You can’t help but wonder what they got up to while you spent nights in the dorms tossing and turning to the thought of either of them. There’s only so many ways you can quietly lull yourself to a blissful sleep in a shared room.
“Mmm, what do we have here?” Eddie breaks up the childish bantering between you and Steve with a curious tone, waving a flimsy stack of polaroids between his forefinger and middle.
No. No. Absolutely not. Not fucking now.
“Okay, Eddie. Maybe not…” Your laugh is frantic and near-alarmed, hands already reaching out for him until he’s gently swatting you away. “… not that one. Hey, no.”
“Cold case, hard evidence of little Y/N’s college escapades?” He quirks a beady brow, tongue wiggling against his front teeth as he winks at Steve and rambles on in amusement. “Do you… do you hear that? Oh, oh! Eddie, pssst, pssst, Eddie… look at me!”
“Give it back, asswipe.”
“Is Y/N guilty or…” He cards through the pictures, lines dimpling around his pursed lips as a wicked grin starts to split his face in half. “Innocent?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Stupid. You should have taken this into account, boys and their lack of respect for privacy, your boys and their habit of sticking their noses where they aren’t fucking supposed to. Eddie and his big greedy mouth, yapping and yapping until he’s dragged good ol’ Steve into his influential mess — you’re trapped between the two brunettes, pleading to Ozzy that they save you from the embarrassment and just move on with their lives.
It’s the worst picture out of the stack. So much for “it’s all about preserving the memory, you know, you’re only young once.”
Memory or not, it was supposed to be for your eyes only.
Not Steve’s. Not Eddie’s.
They stare at a blurry photo of you, very topless and covered in bruising hickies, your smile split into a hearty laugh as a green lime dangles from between your teeth and Some Blond Guy licks up a trail of salt off of the horizon of your pretty tummy.
“Oh, my god.” Steve gapes. “Dude. Body shots?”
“Guys…”
“Don’t guys us, who is this rat-faced son of a bitch that’s practically making out with your stomach?” Eddie’s brows furrow, jealousy dripping from his tone. He’s trying to lead with the playful card, but it’s difficult — difficult when he’s looking at a picture of a guy (who looks like he’s fucking named Brad) basically violating you.
“He’s… a friend. Just a friend.”
Steves laughs unconvinced, “Ah, friend. Guys and girls… they can’t be friends.”
“You’re friends with Robin.” You frown.
“Robin’s gay, you idiot.” Eddie flicks the back of your head.
“Okay, right! Fine! She’s an exception, though.” You scoff. This conversation is unbelievable. “Well, us then? We’re friends.”
Friends. It’s a weird word. People say the l-bomb is horrible, but the f-bomb — friend, not fuck — is absolutely petrifying, numbing, fear-inducing.
It hangs heavily over your heads like something you’re not supposed to say, like forbidden fruit, Adam, Eve, and the serpent. Because the meaning of friends has always been a little strange for the three of you. What are friends?
What are we - what are we - what are we?
You are not friends, you are more, something unreachable, unconventional, something only you and they can understand, you are—
“Best friends.” Eddie corrects, glancing up at you. He pins you with his eyes, even as you suddenly avert your attention down to the pack of Marlboros in your lap like it could serve as a scapegoat, your fingers drumming anxiously against the weathered box. “You know what, I get it. I do. I really do, Y/N. A pretty girl — a woman, like you, has primal urges. And when you’re in college…”
“Eddie… I’m not thirteen.”
“Where sometimes mediocre, average fucking bozos like this Brad-looking fellow come along… bless his heart for even trying, by the way...”
You groan outwardly, fingers fumbling to pinch a cig between your quivering lips. Your voice comes out muffled, sharp and blunt like the end of a knife. “His name is Matt, okay?”
Steve winces, glancing over at Eddie who responds to with a shrug. “Okay, well, Matt is just as bad.”
“Can you guys, like, chill out? Your name is literally Steve.” You avoid their questioning glares, an orange shadow coating the lower half of your jaw. “I just got back and you’re already hounding me.”
A harsh sizzle cuts through the atmosphere as you raise your Bic lighter to your mouth.
You’re defensive. Sensitive.
They hate it. It’s not like you.
“So, what then?” Eddie continues, unable to drop the subject. He wants to pry. He needs to. It’s you. It’s you, so he has to know every detail, even if it leaves you fuming, nostrils flaring at his persistence. “Is he… the college boyfriend? College sweetheart? How about fratboy, porno fantasy? Hot TA that gives your exams a pass every time? You’ve always been ass at math, can’t even tell a full gram from half so I wouldn’t technically be surprised.”
God. Insufferable. But you still thrum under his stare, his pupils imbedding themselves into your skin as you suck your cheeks in and inhale.
Eddie wonders if you remember, if there’s some part of you that thinks back on your graduation night, the way he touched you in that diner, a hand spread over your thigh, your head on his shoulder as Steve rambled about how boring his version of graduation was.
Eddie wonders if you remember the way you inhaled him inside Steve’s garage, knees sinking into the shitty abandoned couch beside the washing machine as you eagerly sucked him off. You were on cloud nine, adrenaline coursing through your veins from the thought of college-college-college, but also when will you ever get to do this again? Do this with someone as perfect and rare as Eddie?
‘Do they have boys like you in college?’
You can still picture the glimmer of his smile. ‘God, I hope not. What a bad influence they would be.’
‘I think I turned out pretty okay so far.’
His rings stuck in your hair, his head thrown back against the furniture, your mouth and the lewd, filthy squelch of his cock burying itself in your throat while you waited for Steve to come back after he had forgotten his wallet at the diner.
‘This doesn’t change anything’, you had told him. ‘We’re always gonna be best friends.’
‘I know, sweetheart. Just needed something to take the edge off, didn’t you? Bet you’ve been working so hard on getting that scholarship, smart girl.’
He fingered you under the graduation gown afterwards.
“Y/N.”
Fuck. “I didn’t — it was nothing. He was nothing. Trust me. Just… I mean, a quick fuck, s’all, I didn’t even…” You chuckle nervously, girlish and unsure and very vulnerable. “… okay, he was fun, but like, I didn’t even cum so… so it doesn’t count. He doesn’t count.”
“You fucked Brad?”
“Matt.” You cringe.
Steve’s voice nearly booms. “You fucked Matt?”
“It’s college!” You cough out, choking on the contents of your cigarette. “People fuck other people all the time.”
“Weren’t you a virgin?”
You were a virgin. Technically. But you were also a virgin when Eddie spread you open on that couch, moaning as he told you how proud he was of you for working so hard.
You were also a virgin when Steve made out with you in the back of a movie theater, where he’d left a gnarly hickey on your left boob for everyone to see — including Eddie, who didn’t even bat an eyelash because he knew, he fucking knew that Steve boyishly wanted you in the same way he did the summer after you graduated, and he supposes that’s why there’s always been an unspoken understanding between the three of you.
‘If you make a sound, we’re gone. Kicked out. Won’t get to finish this awful movie,’ Steve said. ‘You want that?’
Breathless. Eager. Drowsily drunk on your affection.
His lips against your neck, your pulse point, a nibble to your jaw, a hungry tug on your earring. Fucking hell. How soft he was, how gentle, how he touched you with such a special regard and how some sick, jealous part of you thought — were you like this with Nancy? Was it ever like this was Nancy? Part of you wanted to moan. Croak out his name. Make a sound, any sound, so you could get kicked out and have him all to yourself.
You were a virgin when Eddie let you practice a handjob on him in the living room of his uncle’s trailer. You were a virgin when Steve ate you out in his car after finding out you were leaving for Chicago.
You were a virgin.
“I was, but I’m… do you even count that? He didn’t even… he could barely stick it in me at first, Steve, Eds.”
The air feels angry. Tense. It’s suffocating, how they share that look, how they casually train their gazes back on you like you’ve killed someone. “What was he like?”
“Come again?”
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull as Eddie steals the cig from your lips, taking a drag before he repeats himself — slower, syllables laced with a darker want.
“I said, what was he like? In bed? You said he could barely stick it in you, so I doubt he was any fucking good.”
“Did he kiss you?” Steve follows on, nodding at Eddie to pass him the Marlboro. It’s so fucking intimate. His lips on the patch where Eddie’s had been, to which, in turn, where yours was. There’s smoke everywhere, even as he speaks, it somehow hits you coldly right on the mouth. “Was he a good kisser?”
Only then do you realize how physically close you are to both of them. You’re stuck, sandwiched between their thighs, their knees knocking against yours as you try to compose yourself. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t awful but it wasn’t good, either. Too much tongue. Too much — not enough… not enough teeth, I guess. You know how I…”
Oh, they know, alright.
You don’t even flinch as Steve leans over and passes the cig back to Eddie. It’s a dance, a fucking taunt as you clench your jaw and curl into yourself under their presence. The longer-haired brunette tosses the dirty polaroid aside, speaking accusingly through a lazy drag.
“Thought you wanted to save it for someone special, sweetheart.”
“I did.”
“No judgement there. Lay it on us, what changed then?”
You shrug, blinking rapidly. “Just wanted to get it over with.” They don’t believe you. It’s clear as day on their faces, the crease between their eyes, the side-twitch of Eddie’s lips and Steve’s nerved running of hands through his hair. “If you wanna call bullshit…”
“Bullshit.” These fuckers. Steve eggs you further, “A real reason, come on, Y/N.”
“Look, you’re gonna make fun of me.”
“Which we always do. Just spill it.”
You can’t hide anything from them. Not them. Not Steve, who’s practically had his handsome face between your legs for hours and not Eddie who’s basically bent you over the hood of his van so he could spread you open with his fingers.
Not your best friends, who you’ve wanted in an insatiable way all your life, even when you had went away, it was always them — just the thought of them — that made you dizzy in all the right headspaces, the callousness of their fingers, their constant gonna-take-care-of-you aura and that implicit agreement between you and the two of them that I’m yours, m’your girl, always going to be.
“I just always thought I’d… lose it to one of you guys, and — I mean, you guys weren’t there and so I just figured I’d be more… fuck, I dunno, desirable? Yeah, just… desirable if I lost it before I came back since you already have so m-much, like, experience and...” You mumble rapidly, losing your tongue amongst your word-vomit of an explanation as you clamber onto your knees and try to stand up. Hot, embarrassed tears blur the cones of your vision. “It’s stupid, really! Like, it doesn’t even matter to me anymore because i-it was such a disappointing experience. Let’s just drop this, okay?”
This has to be a dream. A prank. A delusion. Maybe you’re still in Chicago, blacked-out after a party. Drank too much? Took the wrong weed? Shit, maybe Eddie is right — you don’t know half a gram from a full one.
And before you can shakily rise to two feet, your elbow is tugged back forcefully. Pain shoots up your arm, and you nearly yelp when your ass collides onto your springy twin mattress.
“Uh-uh, you are not getting yourself out of this so easily. If it was oh-so disappointing, tell us what he did wrong and we’ll… we’ll… we can be your fix-it. Think of us as a rebound for, like, the guy you totally should not have fucked. Again, no judgement. Just saying a girl like you should have high standards.”
You should not be turned on right now.
Eddie looks sincere and so pleadingly desperate for an answer that you feel the yearning in his stare. It’s graduation night all over again. The stir of your belly, the squeeze he gives your thigh as he sits beside you, your glance of disbelief at Steve and his return of that hooded-gaze that turns you completely boneless as he joins the two of you on the bed.
“And you meet that standard?” You scoff, a snort following.
His brows rise up his forehead. You’re testing him. “I can meet any standard, sweetheart.”
“And you swear you guys can do better than Matt?”
“You already know we can do better than Matt.” Steve laughs, almost as if you had just said something completely stupid.
Eddie’s fingers trail up your knee, a ghost of a touch. He’s barely even pressing into your skin, but you feel him — his warmth, just inches away, gliding over the little goosebumps on your body, caressing the shaky ball of your knee.
“You know, we talked ‘bout you. Had our own bonding moment, me and Harrington. Jus’ talked about how we’d take you out once you got back, treat you like a real princess after being so studious, talked about how… hm...” He chuckles, pausing to glance up at you while you lose yourself in his beady smile. This fucker. This absolute fucker. “Talked about how generous you are when it comes to friends. Thinkin’ we didn’t know you were practically playing pornstar with the both of us. Doin’ shit behind our backs like you’re a genius.”
Both of us.
Both. You want them both, and suddenly, you don’t feel bad for being unbelievably horny, a fucking mess.
“Listen…”
“Nu-uh. It was smart. You gotta make do with what you have. I’ll give you that.”
Steve whispers, thumbing at the corners of your lip. “Hey. No need to be embarrassed. S’alright that big brain of yours can’t think right now. You just wanna feel good. That whole thing with Matt must’ve been so disappointing.”
Eddie puts out his cigarette on the polaroid, smirking when he cups a large hand around your chin, thumb and pointer finger pressing into your hollow cheeks before he’s tenderly pulling your head to look at him.
There is too much heat. It’s stuffy, and warm, and you can’t really breathe. There’s grimy sweat in the crooks your elbows, the duvet is getting stuck to your skin and you can’t really sit still in the itchy fabric of your sweats because it’s fucking boiling. It’s boiling and you can’t think and you don’t know what the hell is happening, and you want air — not this swirling humidity that wafts under your knees, between your thighs…
“You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Yeah?” His hand dips down your jaw, fingers wrapping around the small girth of your throat. A gentle squeeze. Experimental. Your breath hitches, a stuttering exhale as he tries again, harder, then he’s withdrawing and soothing the roughened area. “Care to share with the class? Unless, it’s inappropriate… then, you might just wanna,” He chuckles, tilting your head back. “… whisper it.”
If this is a black-out, you hope you wake up with a gnarly hangover.
“If that offer still stands, if you guys wanna be my… my rebound or— or fix-it, or whatever the fuck...” This is messy. This is wrong. This is… this isn’t what friends do… but at this point, can you even call yourselves friends? “I’m down to do it.”
“You sure? I mean, you were just a virgin and…”
You snap. “Well, that never stopped either of you before, did it?”
He lunges at you.
Your mouth finds Eddie in the tangle of limbs and bodies. You run your fingers through his unruly hair, feeling yourself relax into the sudden notion as he tilts his chin to slot his lips over yours. It’s brazen, an open letter of lust from you to him saying I want this. I want you to kiss me back. I want this so bad, you don’t even know.
It’s a burning ember of feverish desire as he parts himself open and open, tongues slowly rolling against each other until a moan slips out of you. “You like this? Don’t think it’s weird or anything?”
“M’fine.”
“Tell me to stop — fuck — and I’ll stop.”
“No.”
You can feel Steve pressing against your back, the pads of his fingers digging themselves into your flesh, marking the spots where Eddie’s lips can’t reach as the metalhead dips into your collarbone and sucks. Hard. He leaves you purple and aching, your neck craned as the lighter-haired brunette dips your head back and gazes down at you.
“Christ, she likes that.”
You sigh in bliss, slowly unraveling at the seams.
And oh, your whole body fucking stutters when Eddie dips his hand between your legs, causing you to lurch for Steve’s mouth in order to stifle the whiny gasp of surprise knocked out of you. His palm envelops your jaw. He’s warm. Wet. Lids moony and lips silky with an indiscernible impatience you can’t recognize.
More. Give me more of you.
You jolt as Eddie’s hands carefully push the fabric of your shirt up, his nose nudging against the valley of your breasts before he’s cupping you in a lazy grasp. He mouths at your nipples and he savors it. He thanks you. He thanks you with a twist to one of the hardened buds, soothing the area with his tongue before his teeth climb up the front of your neck and he makes you whimper.
“Fuck, I love how whiny you get.” He hums. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you? S’just my favorite part about you, Y/N. I’m sure Harrington agrees, seeing as… I’m not the only guy you do this kind of shit with.”
A bite. A bruise. An apologetic kiss even though he’s far from sorry. He’s calling you a slut without even saying it.
And while Eddie traverses his way up to your mouth, Steve dips down to nurse a path all over your back. Your shirt gets lost along the carpet somewhere, your shoulders bare and waiting as he takes your flesh between smiling lips and leaves a glistening trail of wet, open-mouthed pecks on your flexing muscles.
Then Eddie… oh, Eddie, the dirty-minded fucker.
Eddie gives you another hungry kiss, only this time it’s like you haven’t kissed in years. He kisses you like he doesn’t already have you yearning and yearning for more. He bites your bottom lip, drawing a raspy gasp from the back of your throat. His nose smashes against your cheek as he moans into you, the taste of cigarettes lingering on your tongue.
“You’re so pretty. You’re so pretty, baby…” Steve ruts against your tailbone, collecting your hair into a careful fist and tugging until you’re pulled away from your deepening kiss. “You must’ve been so empty back there, aching. I can’t imagine how awful you must’ve felt, Y/N. Were any of those guys even any good to you?”
“No. Not even close — not like you.”
“Mm, shame.”
You don’t take your stare off of Steve at all, scared that if you looked away, scared that even one second would take this away from you. He kisses the sides of your socked feet, grazing his lips over your ankles and clothed calves until you shudder at the close proximity to your core.
Anticipation is coursing through your veins. Your chest is heaving, eyes wide like a baby owl. There’s an unmistakable throb that you recognize between your thighs. Burning you from the inside. Burning you at the stake. Burning you until you’re nothing but ash and a brandished vessel of blooming hickies.
Fucking fuck.
“You hear that? Harrington’s right, bet Matt didn’t even eat you out if he couldn’t even get his cock in.” Eddie grits out unfiltered while you part your legs for Steve, inviting him. You exhale sharply — nuzzling your face into the crook of the metalhead’s neck as he wraps you in his arms. He can feel the soft, warm puffs of breath against his jaw as Steve finally tugs your sweats down. “Your pussy’s tight, Y/N.” A kiss to your belly. A suckle to where your pelvis meets your hip. A brush of tongue against your clothed clit until you jolt upright. “But not that tight.”
You melt. You fucking burst. You don’t fucking know anymore, but either way, it’s a new area of bliss. Eddie can quite literally feel you go rigid in his grasp, sliding deeper and deeper against him until he has no choice but to tuck you under the nook of his elbow and hold you close.
You’re burning, hand clenching around Eddie’s bicep as Steve drags the squishy tip of his nose between your folds through the cotton fabric.
“Pretty cunts like yours deserve to be treasured.”
“Please, Steve…” His brown eyes flicker up to you attentively, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your mound as your hips impatiently stir against the bed. “Fuck — just… just take me right now. Please. Eddie, tell him, please.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie purrs, palming at your tits teasingly. He blows cool air into your face, brushing away your bangs as his lips hug the shell of your ear. “Thought all your begging would be so much better given what Harrington’s told me. Unless he’s a liar? You wouldn’t call him a liar, would you? Beg Steve to give it to you. Beg him the way you would if it was me down there.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
They are filthy in the fucking head. They have already stripped you of your pride. You may as well just follow. You may as well turn yourself in, play along with them and this fantasy that may or may not be real. Oh, but it has to be real. It has to, when you can feel Steve’s fingers dip past the decorative bow of your panties, shimmying and shimmying until you’re bare and open for him.
You squeeze around nothingness.
“You wanna stop?” Steve runs his palm up your stomach, fingers splayed so unbelievably wide and long across your skin. It makes you lightheaded, a fixation on his smooth digits and reddened knuckles in contrast to his rose-pink complexion. “We can stop right here, whatever you want, whatever feels comfortable, baby.”
He’s being nice. It should make you feel warm inside, giddy even, that given the circumstances, he still regards you in a way that makes you feel nothing short of safe. Comfortable. But that sick, wronged part of you — the side you happen to share with your two best friends — wants him to drop the gentleman act.
Take me, take me like you have all those times before.
Why hold back now?
“I don’t wanna stop.”
Eddie leans over and nips at the tip of your ear. His deep whisper leaves you tingling, almost trembling at how bad you need them in you, on you, just here. “Then beg.”
“I…” You whimper, cheeks growing hot as you feel their eyes study you. “Steve, I just… please? Please, I don’t…”
“You know what? Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“No! No, please fucking touch me.” You gasp shakily, biting your pride back and digging your nails into your calves before you’re spreading your legs farther to satisfy him, entice him. “Please touch me. I need it, need you s-so bad. Steve, please?”
He hums. You aren’t sure if it’s a sound of approval or one of uncertainty, but either way, your pathetic manner of begging does the trick. For now.
And you’re thankful that you’re home alone because the moan that’s ripped right out of your throat is almost animalistic, maybe even concerning, when Steve dips his face between your thighs and finally puts his mouth on your throbbing sex. Your head lolls back into Eddie’s neck, his fingers coming to stroke the strained vein in the column throat as you arch against him and rut against an unmistakable, very-acute pressure on your tailbone.
He’s hard.
Meanwhile, Steve is gently swiping his tongue over your folds, suckling at your clit before he’s dipping the muscle in and out of your fluttering hole.
“That’s it, Harrington.” A deep chuckle erupts from Eddie, his breaths growing deeper with each moan that leaves his companion. “Go to town on her.”
You’re basically panting for air, pulled under as Steve drags a heavy palm down your outer thigh, slapping where it rounds into the shape of your ass. It stings harshly, a burning bloom of irritation before he does it again and it stings even more.
But, fuck, does it feel good.
Steve’s nose presses against your bundle of nerves as he stretches his tongue into you. His expression is pulled into a concentrated scowl, knitted brows and muffled moans while he decides to stroke the pad of his finger against your entrance and gapes at what he discovers.
“You’re so fucking wet right now… Christ.” Agonizingly slow, Steve pushes a digit inside your cunt, curling it so that it hits that spongy desperate part of you that makes you croon and twitch in Eddie’s arms. You nearly gush at the sensation.
“There we go, princess. Mmm, fuck, you take good care of my girl, don’t you, Harrington?”
Eddie is exceptionally fucked and twisted in the head. You think it’s a power play, him enjoying his one-up, best foot forward against Steve because he had you first. My girl. My girl. It’s warranted, valid — wrong in all the right ways — but he’s not lying, because Eddie took the initial bullet that was his desire for you.
“Play nice, Munson. Sharing is caring.”
“Then stop messin’ with her like she’s a plate of mush.”
Quite frankly, you feel like a plate of mush.
It stirs him, competitively pushes the brunette to go harder and before you know it, his fingers are squelching down there. It’s wet, erotically messy, probably would’ve been gross to any other guy but it’s Steve and Eddie, your best friends who happened to be fucking perverts with a soft spot for you, so who cares?
Eddie does not mean to claim you. Especially claiming ownership over someone who, obviously, isn’t his if there’s easily another man inside you. But Eddie knows your body, he knows no other body like yours because it didn’t just stop at graduation night.
Maybe Harrington hasn’t caught on, but you’ve always been Eddie’s first love in all the ways that count. It’s truly unfair.
It’s even more unfair knowing that you’ll always favor Steve over him.
But it’s okay. The bed’s big enough for three.
Your hand grips Steve roughly by the wrist, forcing his hand down the drenched seam of your cunt even more.
“T-there… right there, just… want it hard, and — and fast… don’t need you to be gentle.”
“She’s blushing, Eddie.”
You blubber, eyebrows creasing with confusion as your voice gets caught in your throat and you rasp brokenly in immediate defense, “I don’t blush.”
Steve laughs. Loud. Shocked. Eyes-wide and mocking as he repeats your words under his breath and smirks up at Eddie. I don’t blush.
At this point, you’re just annoyed. “Oh, well, not you, honey.” You yelp in surprise as Steve scissors his thick fingers knuckle-deep, coating his skin in creamy arousal. “I was talking about your pussy.”
Instinctively, your smaller hand darts out to grab Eddie’s thigh, but instead, you’re met with something very hard, very much not his knee nor his leg — but his cock. The silky feeling of it in your hand turns you flustered. His red, heavy balls spill out from the waistband of his haphazardly-tugged boxers pooling below his taut hips.
The barbed-wire tattoo that wraps across his thigh taunts you, the faded bat wings on his abdomen just waiting to be tasted. You salivate at the thought of… fuck, nevermind. You can’t even think straight.
It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but in the context of all this, it’s a sight that unhinges your jaw and causes you to try to squeeze your legs together — Steve feels the change in pressure around his head, how your thighs press harder against either ear, clenching and clenching till he has no choice but to lap at your cunt till you let go.
“F-Fuck, Steve… I’m… fuck, your mouth, it’s…”
A shared moan from Eddie and yourself cuts your blubbering short as you give his long shaft an experimental tug, running your thumb over his shiny slit till he’s hissing at you.
“Jus’ like that, Y/N.” Eddie groans, a hand coming to stroke the back of your head till he’s grasping the nape of your neck and making you watch yourself stroke his cock. “Shit, sweetheart… see what you — you do to me? God, fuckin’… you fucking slut. Christ… fuck, your hand just feels so… oh, baby.”
His chin tilts back, eyes rolling into his skull as you crudely lick the palm of your hand and reach for his balls, coating him in a glistening film that has you drooling beneath the surface. “Let me make you feel good, please?”
“Yeah? That what you want?” He grits out, sighing as you drag your tongue along the ink on his pelvis.
“Please?”
“Since you begged so nicely,” Eddie hums, leaning back on his elbows as your tiny fist instantly reaches for his heavy cock. He nods at it, dropping his look from your clouded eyes to where his cock rests against his lower stomach. “It’s all yours. Go crazy. You know how I fucking like it.”
Messy. Loud. Disgusting.
Fingers covered in saliva as you pump him in your grasp, massaging the sensitive ridge under his tip with each upward stroke. A squeeze to his shaft everytime Steve pumps his fingers out of you and rubs your clit just the way you need him to. Eddie’s hands wander over your hips, gripping you flush against him until you’re leaning over to take his cock into your mouth.
Stuffed full of Steve’s fingers and stuffed full of Eddie’s dick. What a predicament.
“Shittt…” Eddie hisses as you take him, lips suctioning around the aching head of his dick before you’re dragging your tongue down the velvety, wet base of him. He shudders visibly once again. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. You’re g-goddamn divine.”
You try to suck him in deeper when Steve adds another finger, his tongue lapping at your needy clit as Eddie instinctively pushes on the back of your head and shoves you further down his cock. He holds you there, mewling at the way saliva and cum dribble down his ruddy shaft, pooling around his balls.
You gag disgustingly loud, retaliating with a heavy swat to his arm before you realize your own orgasm is approaching hard and fast once he finally lets off and gives you air.
“Fuck. Fuck. Steve, b-babe… I’m — oh, shit… m’gonna cum if you keep…”
“If I keep doing this?”
You sob into Eddie’s neck as Steve scissors his fingers in and out of you, the naughty squelch of your cunt overpowering the white noise of your childhood bedroom. It’s lewd, how your knuckles glisten with Eddie’s thick pre-cum, Steve’s fingers serving as a direct mirror to that when you find release and gush around him.
“Fuck, Y/N! That’s hot. That’s really fucking hot. Shit, I just made you squirt.” He exhales shakily, a shy laugh falling at the end of his ramblings. “Always wanted to do that. S’just so sexy when you do it — fuck — I wanna watch you do it again.”
Steve’s cock throbs intensely beneath you as you christen his mouth with your arousal, his jaw wet and chin shiny as he languidly moves his mouth side to side against your clit.
“O-Oh, god… s’too… m’too sensitive, I… Steve…”
Like a starving man, his strong hands keep you pinned down when he wraps them around your hips, feeling for your ass and spreading you wide while you soak his face.
“Whose cock do you want inside you first, sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, his free hand resting over yours as he drags it up your ribs, the swell of your breasts, brushing over your hardened nipples before he brings it back down to your stomach. Stroking and stroking, teasing you as your other best friend peppers the insides of your thighs with gentle kisses. “Thinking about how tight you probably are right now, even if Steve fucked you open with his fingers, I bet that little cunt of yours is still just as tight as that night in the garage, yeah? Yeah, it is.” He chuckles, drawing hearts on your hip bone. “Are you gonna let me fuck it? In front of Harrington? Let him watch me stick my cock inside it for the first time? Let him watch the way your eyes just… droop all sleepy and fucked-out when I cum in you?”
Steve laughs, smiling to himself as he wipes the slick from his mouth, collecting it with the pad of his fingers before he’s wiggling the digits in front of Eddie’s mouth.
“Taste her,” He says without shame, eyes moony and half-lidded as Eddie slowly wraps his lips around them. Eyes locked on Steve’s, he fucking moans at the flavor of you. “Sweet, isn’t she?”
He releases him with a pop, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Oh, she’s the sweetest.” He drawls, tongue darting out to lick the space between Steve’s fingers. “You wanna watch me fuck her now, Harrington? Promise you can stick it in her pussy later.” Eddie’s hand cups your jaw, lolling your head back against his shoulder so he can smirk down at you. His doe-eyes swirl with some sick form of tenderness, and the crude denotation of his next words almost fly right over your head when his gaze flickers back up to Steve. “As long as I get her ass.”
A gasp rips out of you when Eddie pulls you up by your underarms, your tender cheek falling against the mattress while Steve lingers at the foot of the bed, arm propped up against the post — where he stands now fully nude.
Your eyes shamelessly rake over his length, admiring the groomed bush of hair around his base, his athletic frame, the girth of his arms. He pumps his cock in front of you, your attention fully directed to him as Eddie undresses himself behind you.
“Staring is rude, y’know.” Steve quips, breathless as he runs his thumb over his meaty tip with a cocky grin. He nods down at his prick, the shaft darker than the rest of him. “You think you can take it, babe?”
“I… I think so. It’s — you’re just so…”
“Big?”
“Perfect.” You gulp out, palm coming up from the mattress to reach for him. “You’re just perfect, Stevie.”
And you swear that Steve blushes. His cheeks tinge pink, freckles prominent on the bridge of his nose as a faint smile lingers across his pillowy lips. But before you can even let your nails excitedly skim across his abdomen, Eddie yanks you back by your hips, ass arched up into the air as he pries your legs apart with his knee.
The action takes you by surprise, your neck twisting to look helplessly over your shoulder up at Eddie. “What are you—“
He leans over you, caging your body with his. You gag when he shoves his fingers past your lips, clutching at his wrist while Steve’s darkened eyes meet his. “Spit.”
Fuck. Okay.
Maybe you really should’ve been patient and lost your virginity to one of them when you got back.
Eddie pulls away; strings of saliva connect to his palm, to which he uses as makeshift lube for his ruddy cock. You study the way he languidly spreads the thick glob up and down his dick, the filthy wet squelch of it causing heat to pool into your belly.
You jolt when you feel his fingers skim over your entrance. “E-Eds…”
The aftershocks of your previous orgasm still linger, evident due to the tremble of your thighs and the deep furrow in your brow as you take a moment to brace yourself.
“Sensitive, sweetheart?” Eddie’s curious voice crackles, the tip of his finger dragging along the backsides of your thighs, tracing the curve of your ass. “S’okay, Y/N. I’ll go slow. At first.” He quips, sincerity and amusement dripping from his tone all at once. His mouth dips down, kissing the planes of your shoulders, your spine, the dip of your tailbone. “Don’t get in your head about it. I’m gonna take care of you.” Eddie whispers, taking his cock into his fist and running the tip along your cunt. You choke on a moan, feeling him slowly split you open. “I a-always take care of you, don’t I? Fuck. Fuck. Shit, you’re — Y/N, baby, you’re already… already squeezin’ me, fuck. S’okay. Fuck. It’s okay. K-Keep clenching my dick like that and this’ll be over so… fast.”
“Eddie!”
You make a move to look at him, but Steve’s hand finds your jaw, pulling your gaze back. “Eyes on me. Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s…” You clutch at the sheets, syllables lost on your tongue as you mewl scandalously. “I can feel his cock s-stretching me out. M’just… just so wet for him.” You sob as Eddie bottoms out, his balls grazing against your clit. His lips meet the crook of your shoulder as he stills inside you. “So wet for it. Please. Please. Fuck, I need… need more. Need, oh, to m-move.” The sheets wrinkle beneath you as Eddie’s hips roll back, his cock slamming into you in deep, agonizing thrusts. “Oh, yes… yes, just like that…”
“Christ, Harrington.” Eddie lets out a grunt, thrusting in and out of you. He watches the way your folds grip around him, asshole puckering as he thumbs at it. “She’s… Jesus Christ, she feels amazing. You hear that? Shit, that’s just her pussy. Makin’ all those wet sounds like a goddamn – fuck – like she’s a little cocksleeve. Fuck yes, but you’re the real thing, a-aren’t you, sweetheart? God, I could jus’ live in your pretty cunt.” He rambles, a harsh spank landing on either of your ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Eddie!”
“I love this pretty pussy. Fuck. I fucking love it — so good. M-Mindblowingly good. Jus’ got me m-melting inside you. Fuck, Y/N. How am I ever supposed to go without this cunt? S’fucking dream, that’s it. You’re a fucking dream.”
Steve’s head falls against the intricate bedpost, face scrunched up into pleasure and agony just watching Eddie spear his cock into you. You fall further into the mattress, sweat beading off of your brow as you take in the sight of Steve’s cock dripping with pre-cum. His balls hang heavily between his thick thighs, his abs rippling under the orange glow of your lampshade.
Each stroke leaves Eddie’s creamy shaft glistening and wet, your arousal sticking to his skin and the bush of hair at the base of him as he fucks you deeply. A fist tangled in your hair, the other glued to your shoulder, his mouth pulled into a lewd ‘O’ that mirrors Steve’s handsome expression of bliss.
You whimper, eyes welling up with tears, “I’m gonna… oh, fuck, baby… m’gonna c-cum.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on this cock?” Eddie snarls, hips quickly snapping into you. “Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, I can feel you tensing up for me. Yes, cum on it, sweetheart. S’okay, you can cum for us. Do it, Y/N.”
“So good. So — I’m cumming!”
Your whole body goes boneless against the longer-haired brunette, his arm generously scooping you up from under so that he can pull you flush against his chest. Your tits heave with every tremble of your thighs. Your cunt convulses around Eddie’s shaft, milking him as he keeps your hips firmly planted in place against his skin.
“Oh, honey. Yeah, that’s it.” Steve coos with a sweet chuckle, reaching over to cradle your face in his hands. “Came a little hard, huh? You did so well. Look at you, still so fucking hot.” He chuckles, brushing the hair away from your face and kissing your forehead. “Atta girl. Cumming on her best friend’s cock.” His thumbs prod at your bottom lip. “Who woulda thought?”
“Christ, Steve. She’s even — even tighter.”
“Yeah? Think it’ll fit?” Steve pouts, pumping himself as Eddie pulls out of you.
“Mmm, maybe. Maybe not. Can always butter you up some more, Y/N. Make sure there’s enough room for Harrington.” He snickers, “I call him big boy for a reason.”
You can only whine, too fucked-out from your orgasm to even properly respond.
Fuck. Really, that’s the only word on your mind right now.
“Hey, you with us?”
“Just…” You laugh, cut off by your own wince. “Fucking hell, just gimme a sec.”
Steve raises a brow at his friend, studying the way you roll back onto the bed, back arched against the sheets as you stretch your arms over your head and look dreamily up at him. “That good, huh?” You nod, biting your lip as he crawls onto the bed, “You think I can do better?”
A boost of confidence surges through you, the words leaving your lips airily and teasingly.
“Dunno. How about you show me, King Steve?”
“You’re gonna absolutely kill me, you know that?” The freckled brunette whispers, mouthing up your thighs before he’s rolling you on top of him, tucking your hair behind your ears as Eddie comes to kneel behind you, kissing the nape of your neck. “Calling me King Steve like it doesn’t turn you on when you say it,” He chuckles, rubbing up your thighs. “You rode Brad’s cock?”
“No. And his name… is Matt,” You grin, splaying your palms over his chest. “Play nice, tiger.”
“This is nice.” You guide him into your entrance, moaning as you sink down past his tip, the head of him catching on the swell of your clit. Steve’s head falls back against the bed, plump lips parting with a sigh as you take him to the hilt. “God, but this cunt is even nicer — shit, Munson, you weren’t lying.”
“Fuck, Steve. It’s… fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, my god.” His thick cock spreads your folds open, the pink tint of his cock turning slick with your cum as you shakily pull yourself up and down his length. “Feels so good. Oh, your — please…”
Eddie’s arm wraps around your hips, his finger coming to circle your clit while his free hand spreads your ass apart, his dick nudging against your tight hole. “Do you trust me?”
Your jaw lolls back against Eddie’s shoulder, eyes fluttering in pleasure as Steve meets your thrusts. “Y-Yes, please. Just — fuck, need both of you. Need it inside m-me. Put it in, Eds. Please, put it in.” You beg tearily, resting your hand against his taut stomach.
“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, kissing your cheek before taking a hold of your neck. “So slow, you won’t even know I’m here. Jus’ focus on the way Harrington breeds that cunt, yeah? Guy fucking loves that shit. You tell me to stop — you tell either of us to stop and we will, understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. You have lube for me?”
Your jaw falls open as Eddie slips a finger into your ass, the ring of muscle sucking the digit deeper and deeper inside as you fuck yourself on Steve.
“In my — my luggage.”
“Tsk tsk, naughty.”
You lose yourself in the tangle of limbs and shifting of blankets, your knees knocking against the mattress as Eddie finds his way back to the pair of you.
“Can’t believe you — you’re riding me right now. Holy shit, you look so… so beautiful.” Steve gasps out between wet strokes, worshipping your body with an open mouth, “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this? Wanting to be inside you? Oh, and I get this pussy all to myself?
“I’ve always — fuck — always wanted to know how big you are. How it feels to be… to be filled up with my two favorite people in the world — oh, harder.” You growl, feeling a cool liquid squirt down your skin. The lube is warm, slippery as Eddie drenches everything in it, the sloppy squelch of his fingers working into your ass are enough to make your face heat up and hide in Steve’s shoulder. “Harder.”
“You really want this?” Eddie rasps, scissoring them in and out. “You think your virgin ass can take me? I think you need more time, baby. Gotta ease you into it.”
You reach around you to grasp his cock in your hand, panting against him while Steve continues to fuck the slick channel of your cunt. It’s devastating, how he hits every part of you, the crude squelch of it all, how Eddie grips and grips at your ass till you’re basically laying over Steve’s chest.
“I want it.”
“Breathe, then.”
It feels like hours before Eddie really does anything, just the cruel fingering of your ass accompanied by the pounding of Steve’s cock into you. Then eventually, there’s the sliminess of the lube, the glistening of two well-endowed ruddy cocks, happy trails and velvet skin slowly being swallowed by your cunt and ass.
The first few moments of Eddie’s tantalizing press of his cock against your puckering hole is enough to have you jolting forward in Steve’s arms, a comforting shush lulling you to a calm as the boys kiss down your body — worshipping you, soothing you, enticing you.
“Oh, my god!”
It’s… it’s too fucking much. The titillating burn of it. The building pressure. You feel like you’re being pulled under and under, endlessly being filled up by him until he’s drawing his hips back and pushing into you all over again.
“Relax, Y/N. You gotta relax, or I can’t — fuck, I won’t be able to take care of you.” Eddie kisses along the slope of your shoulder, his inked thighs entangling with Steve’s bare ones as he leans over your backside. “Okay?”
You nod and exhale sharply, letting yourself become mush between Steve and Eddie’s bodies as he drives into you from behind, using your ass the same way he had used your sopping cunt. Their cocks drive into you, bone mashing against bone, skin slapping against skin, warmth oozing out of you until you feel like you’re on fire.
“Does it feel good, honey?” Steve grunts from beneath you. The look on his face nearly makes you cum — hair tousled, eyes half shut as he groans deeply. His aching arms ripple, holding you against his chest as Eddie sloppily ruts into you from behind. “You want us to go faster? Make you squirt over both of our cocks? Fuck, taking it in the ass makes you so tight.”
You lose yourself in Eddie’s kisses, the way he drags his lips across your jaw and down your bruised neck, the way Steve sits up to toy with the peak of your breasts, his tongue swiping over the sensitive nubs.
Numb. Boneless. You can’t think.
“Think she’s gonna cum, Harrington. Just look at her.”
Steve cooes, flicking his finger over your swollen clit.
“You gonna cum, princess?” You gasp loudly as Eddie draws his hand across your ass, spanking you brutally until your face is buried in Steve’s collarbones. “Fuck, Eddie’s right… this cunt is — fuck — such a dream. Shit, you’re close. Think I’m gonna cum, t-too. M’gonna fill y-you up, Y/N. Fuck...”
“Yeah? Gonna breed my pussy?”
“Oh, that nasty mouth.”
“I want you to cum inside, Steve.”
“Fuck!” His warm seed fills you up quickly, shooting right against your walls as his hips snap into you over and over again. Relentless. Unforgiving. Your cunt fluttering and leaking with his own spill as Steve just fucking stares and watches you become one with him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, princess. It’s — oh, you’re… m-milking me. Oh, shit. Shit!”
They’re both balls deep inside you and yet all you can think about is how you’re one-hundred percent never walking again after all of this is over.
Your own brain melts before you can even get a word out, turning you into a broken record of strangled moans and incoherent begging.
Princess, you like it when Eddie fucks your ass, don’t you?
Just wait till you give Harrington a turn.
You’re gorgeous like this, letting us stretch your little holes out just ‘cause we’re best friends — god — you dirty, wet girl. I’m never getting enough.
So pretty. So fucking p-pretty.
You cum instantly, your orgasm sneaking up on you from behind and swallowing you whole. Your release has you convulsing shamelessly in the boys’ arms, your mouth claimed by each of theirs as you switch between Steve and Eddie, then Steve again, and Eddie once more until your body refuses to recognize whose skin is whose and who tastes like what.
“Christ,” Eddie grits out. “Christ, your cunt is — you’re strangling my cock, baby. Baby. Oh, fuck, baby.”
Everything comes in a rush. Words lose their meaning, their formation and elegance (if you could even call dirty talk elegant) as Eddie’s ramblings get strung together and Steve’s hands roughly find solace on your thighs. The warm bloom in your ass almost makes you cum again, and you moan wantonly as Eddie jerks and vibrates against you.
You wince when they pull out at nearly the same time — almost as if they had coordinated it — and you wince when you feel their spend trickle down your thighs.
Your cunt clenches around nothingness as you sputter with their cum, your asshole puckering against Eddie’s face while he watches you gape between his hands. You whine when his finger prods at you, a hiss leaving your lips when he eats the cum from both of your holes.
Then, he slurps. Loud.
Definitely going to hell.
“Fuck.” You let out a breathy chuckle, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes to stop seeing the fucking stars that keep pulsing in your vision.
Unable to support yourself, you lazily collapse between the lanky bodies of Steve and Eddie, long limbs tangling with yours.
Steve kisses your temple, nuzzling his face under your chin. “Better than Brad?”
Silly boy.
You laugh again, harder this time, almost forgetting how sore your lower muscles are when Steve presses the curve of your nose against your neck and Eddie casually slings an arm over your stomach like he hadn’t just fucked your ass. “Better than Brad.”
“Thought his name was Matt.” Eddie huffs, tracing the blossoming hickey on your hip.
You glance at either of them, bringing your hands up to stroke their flushed cheeks before you’re giving them a gentle peck on the buttons of their noses. “I could give less of a fuck about Matt.”
“Good.”
“Can we please go get dinner now? You know, to celebrate my return and everything.”
Steve and Eddie collectively groan, burying themselves closer against you with sleepy eyes and sweaty skin.
“Just a little longer.”
“Eddie…”
“Meh.”
“Steve…”
“Nope.”
Theirs. Theirs. Theirs.
And it’s then — between your best friends’ naked and warm bodies, freckled skin and D&D-themed tattoos, soft long hair and thick romantic curls, moles and scars, the sun on your left and the moon on your right, the lingering kiss to your shoulder and the swirling fingers on your thigh — that you realize that maybe, they missed you more than you missed them.
And that maybe, you’re okay with this strange, insatiable dynamic of friendship. If you can even call it that.
After all, what are best friends for?
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video game —ryōmen sukuna
—summary: Sukuna can play his video games if you're sitting on his cock, you're not that distracting.
—cw: f!reader, stepcest, cockwarming, their reasoning as to why cockwarming ≠ sex is questionable / ao3 ver
—wc: 1, 4k
You lean over the back of the couch, wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s shoulders. He doesn’t even look your way, his eyes glued to his video game on the living room TV screen. His fingers tap the buttons of the controller swiftly and his character moves around on the TV screen. “So,” you begin with a drawl, mouth next to his ear, “we’re home alone and I’m bored.”
“So?”
You roll your eyes and pull away, rounding the couch to stand in front of the TV, hands on your hips. Sukuna frowns, leans to the right to look past you. You lean, too.
“I’m just saying, you’re here, I’m here, I’m also horny; you could just be in me and play your little game.”
Sukuna pauses his game and leans back on the couch, drapes one arm along the backrest. He lets his eyes trail down your body, from the tight shirt — no bra, again, you’re killing him here — to the already short skirt hiked way up. It wouldn’t leave much to the imagination if you bent over. The thought makes his pants tighten.
“How generous of you.”
“And — and, it’s not even sex; Mormons or someone have a technicality where it’s not premarital sex if you do cockwarming and get someone to jump on the bed to create friction. They also have a loophole about anal but that’s not important right now.”
“Right now?” He raises a brow. You nod. He tucks that knowledge away into the crevices of his mind. “And are you Mormon? Because I don’t see how what you said correlates to this.” He motions between you with the sweep of his finger.
“Yes, it correlates, okay?” You step forward and lean in, hands on his thighs, open cleavage right in his face. Sukuna soaks the sight in, the plush flesh and the perked nipples, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. “As long as you don’t actually move in me, it’s fine, it’s not the actual action of sex. You can do that for me, right?” You lean forward until your lips brush his and press a chaste kiss against his lips. He parts them to reciprocate, the game controller forgotten next to him on the couch, hands now on your body, tugging you toward him. “Sounds nice, right?” You mumble against his mouth.
“You’re very convincing, baby,” he says, pulling back just enough but still lingering in your personal space.
You tug the hem of his boxers down and his half-hard cock springs, up, resting against his abdomen. Beads of precum are gathered at the tip and you swipe a finger over the slit and drag it along the thick vein on the side of his shaft. Sukuna inhales slowly and exhales, long and heavy. His breath fans your lips.
“So?”
“Yeah, sure.” It doesn’t come out as aloof as he would’ve liked it to — there’s a soft lilt in his voice, instead, the curve of his lips curled up. You’re going to be the death of his reputation, if not the entirety of his being.
You stand with your knees on either side of his thighs and pull your underwear to the side. Sukuna hikes up your skirt with one hand and makes a sound of pure contentedness in the back of his throat at the sight of your pretty pussy, his other hand fisting his cock. What he wouldn’t do to ruin it, to have it dripping with his cum, gathering it up with his fingers to force it back in. You could take it, could take everything he has to offer. If he had the time, he’s sure he could spend hours watching it slowly dribble out only to fuck it back into you. He gives his cock a quick stroke, then another, painfully hard at the idea of ruining your pretty pussy with his cum, and adjusts himself so he’s lined up with you.
The tip drags across your folds and your breath hitches in your throat. You want to avert your eyes from him, look at where the tip of his cock is pressing against your entrance, but he’s too enticing, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and glossy from spit. He pushes in, eyes snapping up to meet yours, hands on your hips to slowly bring you down. Your mouth drops open, nails digging into his shoulders — the stretch is slow and aching and so divine you feel tears prickling your eyes but you don’t look away from him. It sends a flashfire rolling under your skin, clenching around his tip. Fingers — your own fingers, even — work well enough but having someone inside you, someone whose movements you can’t control, someone this thick—
Sukuna pauses with a swear tumbling from his lips, large warm hands on your hips to keep you at half-mast on his cock.
“No, no, no — keep going, keep going.”
“Just… give me a sec.” He closes his eyes and lets his head tip back and breathes in slowly, holds it for a moment, then exhales. His hands squeeze your hips. He doesn’t look at you again, but slowly, excruciatingly slowly pulls you down. His cock drags against your walls so sweetly until he’s buried to the hilt.
The air stands still, your breath caught in your throat. All at once, you both exhale, heavy and drawn-out, adjusting. You’re so warm around him, hugging him so tightly he might blow his load into you any minute. He doesn’t think he could hold himself back from jumping you like a dog in heat, fucking his cum back into you again and again and again. He has the stamina. Sukuna takes a deep breath to level himself, picks up the discarded game controller, and wraps his arms around your waist, unpausing his game.
You dare a glance to where your bodies are conjoined and snap your gaze up immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks. Slowly, you let your body tip forward until you’re chest to chest, your chin on his shoulder.
The tiled kitchen backsplash provides a distorted but somewhat coherent reflection of the TV screen. His character moves around, leaps, shoots. It’s a lot to keep track of. Fatigue from the summer heat weighs down your shoulders and you stifle a yawn.
Other than the sounds from Sukuna’s game and the hum of the fridge, the house is quiet.
Your drooping eyes follow the action on the TV. You can make out figures walking around but that’s about it.
“Somebody on your left.”
Sukuna’s avatar turns right and promptly dies.
He smacks a hand against your ass and you yelp, press forward and he’s so much deeper, tip nudging your cervix. It drives the air from your lungs, a broken moan chasing it. Maybe he’d be willing to stay this way forever; if you ask nicely enough. “Your left,” he says. But his hand doesn’t leave. Instead, it massages the spot it made contact with. You take a deep breath, heart thrumming against your sternum, and press a kiss against the side of his neck. He smells good, a pleasant mixture of shampoo and cologne.
“Could you ever find it in your big, big heart to forgive me?” You clench around him for emphasis and Sukuna groans. You almost, almost want to sit up and sink down on him, just to hear that sound again. But that wasn’t in the deal. So, you change the subject. “Why are you wearing cologne at home?”
“I have plans.”
“Nobody wears cologne to hang out with the guys.” You trace mindless patterns on his back, feeling the grooves of the vertebrae of his spine underneath your fingertips. “Do I know this girl you’re meeting with?”
“No.”
A low hum leaves your parted lips and you don’t bother to push the topic. It’s not worth it, whoever she is; it’s not worth it. This right here, right now is just the two of you. She doesn't matter. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, the tip of your nose grazing his neck, breath ghosting over his collarbones with every exhale, and let your eyes slip closed, giving into the summer heat and the fire simmering under your skin. “Wake me up when you have to leave.”
Sukuna responds with a non-committal hum and turns down the volume on his game.
And if his date texts him to ask if he's still up for their outing, maybe he asks her for a raincheck.
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Oh okay! Yes you can write the second idea of Hyunjin jerking off to the thought of being with a guy while reader watches and guides him💝
GUIDANCE — HYUNJIN.
pairing: hyunjin x reader(afab)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: drunk characters, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, slight degradation, breath play, choking on fingers
a/n: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER! i had SUCH a hard time coming up with a plot for this, so yeah… i don’t know if it’s cringe or not but here we are. first part of the ask is here!
today was one of those nights when random confessions were made. you have never been a party girl, but your best friend hyunjin convinced you to go.
“c’mon, it’s the last party of the semester. we have to go.”
the thing is he totally forgot about the fact that he was not a party type either. so now you two were sitting in someone’s room upstairs with a bottle of tequila, talking about the most random topics. you’ve been best friends for years, so there were no secrets left to share.
well, at least that’s what you were thinking.
“you know…” hyunjin stumbled over his words and gave up on continuing a sentence.
“mhm?” the alcohol flowing down your throat burned, but you just loved that feeling - mushy brain, thoughts not forming into one. “know what?”
“nevermind. we’re both drunk, i don’t think it’s time to share shit like that.” he shook his head.
the sound of blasting music downstairs was giving you a sort of comfort. for some reason, it felt so cozy sitting here with hyunjin while a bunch of people were losing their minds just below you.
“no-no, tell me. now is the perfect time to share what’s on your mind, jinnie.” you put a hand in his shoulder in assurance. “c’mon. take another shot for confidence, if you need.”
and he did. it was honestly impressive how two of you managed to drain half the bottle already.
you had run out of lemons a long time ago, so now there was only pure alcohol and some pinches of salt in your veins.
you could swear you weren’t an alcoholic.
“i think i’m bi.” hyunjin said so suddenly, you almost choked on a shot you were about to take. “i’ve been having these thought for a while, but the more i think about it, the more i’m sure.”
“oh! that’s great, jinnie! i’m so proud of you, thank you for telling me.” you were a little taken aback from the sudden confession. no one ever came out to you before, so you couldn’t quite figure out what to say and how to comfort him. not forgetting the fact that you were still drunk.
“yeah… like every time i think of blowing a guy, i just get an instant boner. is that normal?”
nevermind. you were not drunk anymore. with eyes widened, you looked over at your best friend, who was sitting next to you with the booziest expression on his face.
you figured that he was just saying what he was thinking at the moment, not giving it much of a thought. but the wording that he chose made your mind clear in a matter of seconds.
and hyunjin didn’t stop.
“it’s just… i don’t know if you get it, but i need to get my mouth stuffed with cock. i want to choke on it, gag cause it hit the back of my throat.”
“that’s called being horny and touch-starved, jinnie.” you tried to laugh it off while your pussy started to pulsate in your panties. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t touch-starved yourself. and the staggering speech hyunjin just gave made your panties start to soak through.
“i know. but like i also had a quickie with a girl from my class last week and then i realized that deep down i desperately want a guy touch my dick. i just wanna know how it’d feel….” he sighed in frustration, settling comfier on the floor.
hyunjin closed his eyes, while those filthy words kept coming out of his mouth. the room seemed to float around him like a boat, and his voice was raspy and quiet. he was drunk. so drunk, but you did not dare to stop him. you knew it was wrong and could potentially ruin your friendship. but... you couldn't help it. hearing hyunjin talk like that made a knot in your stomach tighten even more. he sounded so hot, even if it was because he was thinking of a guy.
you decided that wouldn't do anything until hyunjin stops himself. god, you felt like a pervert, listening to him in such state. it was supposed to be private and intimate information. you’ve never shared something like this with each other. you had to stop him. you needed to stop him.
“jinnie-“
“and then i'd ask him to cover my nose while he holds his cock in my mouth. and-“ his hand was already dipping past the waistband, halting at the bottom of his stomach.
should you stop watching? keep watching?
“hyunjin!”
he finally snapped out and looked at you. the sight of you with your mouth open made him chuckle. “sorry. shit! sorry- i guess i am too drunk and horny.”
strained silence settled in the room for a while. it was for the best. it was morally correct to stop him. of course, friends shouldn’t discuss something like that and he was about to touch himself in front of you.
the thoughts were spinning in your head as you kept fighting with your drunk brain. but at the end… it won.
“how often do you jerk off to these thoughts?” you said quietly as you stared at hyunjin in curiosity. “of a guy touching you-“
he glared at you pointedly. "does it matter?”
“well… just wanna make sure that you know what feels good for you, before you have a quickie with a guy-”
hyunjin’s eyes snapped wide open as your face flushed red, as if you hadn't meant to voice out your previous statement so blatantly.
“you wanna see me jerk off? is that what you’re saying?” he kept looking at you, studying your embarrassed face with his dark eyes. it was so unexpected from you. but something about the thrill of touching himself in front of you... made him so fucking horny.
after receiving a nod from you, slowly, his hand slid back to his waistband, but didn’t stop now. then he pulled the pants down just enough to expose his underwear and grinded his hand over his hardening dick. the rough material rubbed against his sensitive head, making him sob quietly. a little wet spot where his cock was tenting the material could already be seen. it was almost embarrassing how quickly he got hard.
as soon as him palm fully covered his groin, he let out a loud groan and bit his lip to silence himself. even though the music was still blasting downstairs and constant chatter could be heard down the corridor, hyunjin was worried that someone would hear him.
“don’t stop… please-” you spoke; voice muffled out of embarrassment. “i like the noises you make.”
hyunjin didn’t even have time to be embarrassed because the urge to touch himself was stronger. he repeated the movement with his palm, a soft whimper leaving his lips. in his head, he heard a man’s voice teasing him, cooing over his inability to temper the moans, offering to shut him up with a cock.
the cool air wrapped around the flesh as he finally freed it out of the boxers. his dick immediately fell back against his lower stomach, making you choke on your spit. you’ve never thought you see your best friend’s dick. but there it was - hard and already leaking with precum.
unexpectedly, hyunjin spit on his palm and grabbed his dick roughly. the dirtiness of the act turned you on even more. he savoured that first proper stroke, the shift from teasing to gratification. his mind, already slow and quiet, emptied altogether. he started slow, not allowing himself the full pleasure. precum dripped out of his cock, and he opened his eyes for a second to see how it smeared between the pads of his fingers. the slow moves of his fist united with the slick sounds of saliva and precum spreading all over his length.
you couldn’t keep you eyes off hyunjin. his hands, his throbbing dick, the soft moans leaving his parted lips…
"AH that's so good... that feels so good- FUCK!" he moaned, hips jerking up frantically.
“what are you thinking about?” you asked, fighting with the urge to touch yourself too.
hyunjin answered immediately, ignoring how embarrassed and dirty it made him feel. “there is… a guy on campus. we hanged out a couple of times. and all i could think about is the outline of his dick in his pants. fuck!” he squeezed himself harder at the memory. “everytime he turned away i stared at it like a pervert. i was just trying to not bust in my pants the entire time.”
you quietly laughed at his confession, but continued to play along. “does he have a big cock?”
“oh my god YES! i would give anything to be able to see it- to touch it- to have it on my tongue-“ he moaned pathetically, moving his fist faster. the thoughts made him even more desperate.
“okay, i want you to think about him, jinnie. can you do that for me?”
hyunjin nodded frantically.
“imagine as his hands would slide up your thighs…” with that, your moved your palms in said direction. “then he would touch your hard cock and tell you how pathetic you look right now.”
the desperate moan left hyunjin’s lips as your hand captured his throbbing shaft. you pumped it a couple of times and spread the wetness and a new portion of precum with your thumb down his shaft.
“he’d start jerking you off fast, making you squirm from his touch.” the movements of your hand became rougher. “he would see how close you are. the flush on your neck… your cheeks… the way your breath hitches when he touches you.“
the breath stuck in hyunjin’s throat. he refused, he didn't want to accept the situation. but most of all, he was afraid that he would regret it in the morning, when the drunkenness would pass and only the bitterness of the alcohol would remain on his tongue.
the movement of your hand brought him back to reality. he no longer held back the sounds, moans becoming shamelessly louder.
you were panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. unable to restrain any longer, you finally started to rub yourself over your underwear. gosh… the amount of arousal you could feel was making the pads of your fingers wet. you were absolutely drenched and soaked down there. and that happened because of hyunjin - your best friend.
you focused on pumping his dick with your other hand and finally slid your fingers into your underwear to circle your clit. the amount of wetness that you smeared on the folds only increased the sensitivity.
you didn't even notice how hyunjin opened his eyes and was staring at you, studying how you were running your fingers inside your underwear, how your eyes closed with pleasure. he groaned and his dick twitched in your hand harder.
“fuck- you look so hot like this.” hyunjin choked out, breathing heavily through the nose.
his gaze only confused you even more, so you mumbled softly in response. “close your eyes again, jinnie. ‘m close.”
he obeyed, letting you work closer to your release on your own. two of you got worked up so quickly, even though just recently you discussed the topic of how hard it is to take exams.
the rush of pleasure hit you fast and heavy. your back arched and you mouth opened in a silent scream. thankfully, hyunjin’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see your cumming face. at least that’s what you thought.
when you opened your eyes after you came, the sudden idea popped up in your mind.
“open your mouth, jinnie.” you whispered.
he complied and you put your fingers in his mouth experimentally and.. oh god. hyunjin started sucking on them harshly, tasting off your arousal. he slid his tongue on your digits, making them slick with his saliva. his eyes were still shut and you could swear he was imagining a dick instead of your fingers.
unexpectedly, even to yourself, you moved your other hand from the dick to his nose, blocking the breathing.
hyunjin’s eyes widened in surprise at first, but gradually turned into satisfaction. he closed his eyes again, sucking on your fingers even harder than before.
“look at you. so pathetic. are you getting off to this?” you spat out, stuffing your fingers further in his mouth.
he choked slightly, mostly because of the suddeness. muffled moans became louder. the abandoned cock was still standing in the air, new trickles of precum slowly continued to leak from the head.
“hAHHH!” he stammered when you finally took your fingers off his nose, tongue slurring over your fingers still in his mouth. “s-so good! so- good…”
his exhausted fucked out face only turned up the heat. returning your wet fingers to your underwear and collecting the remaining juices from your folds, you repeated the process, blocking his access to oxygen and thrusting your fingers into his mouth. hyunjin only mumbled something in pleasure, sucking on every millimeter of skin.
this time you held your fingers a little longer, but it only aroused him more. once you removed them, he took a deep breath in his chest and took a quick look at his dick. but it was enough for you to realize that he craved your touch down there.
“wanna cum, jinnie?” you cooed, gently running your hand through the veins on his neck, sending goosebumps all over his skin.
“yes-yes, please-“ he choked out, even though you only caressed the skin on his neck.
you brought your hand back to his wet shaft. it didn’t take even a couple of pumps from you to feel the load of sperm falling on your wrist. it was sticky and wet, but so unbelievably hot to feel his cum on your skin.
“i guess… now you know what you like, jinnie.” you said, licking off the droplets off your hand.
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sex in seattle - a vinnie hacker smut
a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended
cw: praise kink, dirty talk, blowjob, sex, orgasm denial, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t interact, i’m not your mother
summary: vinnie is thankful for having sex in his room with you, but not thankful for being caught in the act
the front door of vinnie’s childhood home opens and we’re both greeted by his parents maria and nate with opens arms and big hugs. this year, i’m celebrating thanksgiving with vinnie’s family and friends. It’s always nice to have a bit of a change which is why i’m currently in seattle with the best boyfriend in the entire world and his family and closest friends. we walk in and it feels so cozy, warm and full of love.
“the turkey is still in the oven so make yourself comfortable, love”, maria warningly says.
“thanks, maria.”
i go to sit next to vinnie but instead i’m pulled by my hips and into his lap. not that i’m complaining though! while everyone is busy preparing the table and setting up the food, vinnie starts to act up. he starts bucking his hips up, the friction becoming too much all of a sudden.
“vincent, what are you trying to accomplish here?”
“baby, please, i need you now”. he whines softly in my ear.
“bub, we’re here with your family and friends. we can’t just go and have sex like we do back at home in la.”
he whines again as i get up from his lap to go and see if his family needs help with anything. being told that everything is under control, I’m suddenly spun around to face my boyfriend.
“how about i give you a tour of my room?” he smirks, taking me by the hand and leading me to his room.
this boy i swear to god, always so horny!
he takes me in first before closing the door behind us and pushing me up against it. he quickly follows my movement, capturing my lips in his for a steamy and sensual kiss. little moans and gasps escape my lips as he squeezes my ass and presses his chest against mine, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth and graze my lips. i slowly drop to my knees and i’m level with his growing boner. i press a quick kiss to his clothed dick before hooking my fingers around the waistband, pulling them down to find that he chose to go commando today. good lord. I wrap my hands around his length, giving him a couple of strokes before taking him in my mouth.
“god i love the way you wrap that pretty little mouth around me, princess. so pretty.”
i giggle around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. i speed up my movements, making vinnie throw his head back in pleasure, the intensity getting him close to the edge. He grabs my head and pulls me off, his breathing rapid.
“as much as i wanna cum in your mouth, i would love to cum in that cute little pussy of yours.”
he helps me up from the floor before picking me up and throwing us onto his bed. he presses a quick kiss to my forehead before aligning himself with my entrance. he pushes in all the way, bottoming out once he’s fully inside and making us both moan in pure ecstasy. i quickly adjust and give him the nod of approval for him to start moving.
“oh vin, that feels so good, please don’t stop.” i moan out.
“not stopping, pretty baby. not until you cum all over my cock.”
i can feel us getting so close. i clench around vinnie’s girth, feeling him twitch against my walls. my heart beats faster and my breathing becomes erratic as i feel the knot rapidly unravelling in my stomach. i cry out as my orgasm washes over me and i cream all over vinnie’s cock. i grind against his cock as i ride out my orgasm, getting him close to the edge.
“fuck, pretty girl. you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”
“cum inside me, pretty boy. i need to feel you inside me so bad.”
“hey guys, you almost done with the room tour? dinner is read- JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK?!”
vinnie and i both scream in fear as we whip our heads to the open door where his brother reggie stands, mouth wide open and hands in his hair. We quickly cover ourselves with the blankets and sheet underneath us, trying to hide our bodies from the younger brother.
“knock next time, dipshit! how much did you see?” vinnie asks, fear exiting his body.
“um... just that last bit. fuck, now i’m scarred for life. anyway, dinner’s ready when you two are.”
reggie shuts the door and vinnie turns to look back down at me.
“i just lost my orgasm. shit, i’m sorry baby.”
“it’s okay, bub. i’ll give it to you later on tonight, promise.”
“this is one of the many reasons why i love you so much. happy thanksgiving, my pretty.”
“i love you so much. happy thanksgiving, handsome.”
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Hey babe. You know part 2 to your shadow company blub. I can't help but need to ask for that specific piece where you said when they run a bath for you, you can't help but get finger fucked. Like omg I'm feeling so embarrassed to ask but you are one of the few people that gives me justice in smut ok
I'm on my period and feeling like a slut. Anyways love you. 🫶🏽
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, bath sex, fingering, overstimulation, praise, squirting *not proofread, just pure horny
[SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S,, GOOD LORD NONNIE THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME HOW FUCKING HORNY I AM FOR THE SHADOW COMPANY // continuing the bath part of this hc thing :D] also the names are purely random bc not using names would make this way too confusing
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MINORS DNI!!
They take care of you. They always do.
So after a long and tiring session, two shadows, Logan and Stephen were assigned to take care of and pamper you. The two assigned to you were sweethearts, like two big and loving dogs. They’re just as eager as them too.
The shadows are simple, you lay back and sit all nice and pretty while they do all the work. So here you sat, in the bath of soothingly warm water as Stephen lightly washed your back. “You did so well, bunny. Did such a good job today.” You preen under the praise, closing your eyes as you get your hair washed.
Logan moved their hands down, washing along your arms and ribs. You can’t tell when the switch flipped until a hand found its way to your thighs. You subconsciously open your legs, letting out a short gasp as you feel two fingers press circles into the sensitive nub.
Your thighs clamp down around the hand before they are pushed open again. “Just want one more, baby, promise, just one more.” You lean back against the edge of the tub, holding onto Logan’s forearm.
Stephen reaches down, pressing two fingers against your sore pussy. His fingers are quick to push in, getting kisses along your cheeks as you cry out and clamp down on them. Their paces picked up immensely as you hiccuped out moans, hips twitching as all your pleasure points were pressed against.
“That’s it, sweet bun. Take us just like this, nice and easy.” It is not nice and easy. You feel like you’re gonna explode, grabbing at anything and everything in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. The water around you sloshed rapidly as you were lifted out of the water and placed onto Logan’s lap.
Logan’s fingers replace Stephen’s, while his replaced Logan's. The two continued to toy and play with your cunt, circling your swollen clit with feather-like touches and harsh curls into your sweet spot. You’re thrashing in Logan’s lap, the contrast in touches making you dizzy.
“C’mon pretty baby, give it to me, just one more time.” Stephen scissored you open with his fingers, using his free hand to hold your thighs open. The feeling was overwhelming, surrounding you and clogging your senses. Your brain feels like cotton, airy and floaty as the pleasure becomes increasingly intense.
The constant friction of fingers against your sweet spots, figure eights on your clit and the smooth purr of praises muddle your brain. Your body is on autopilot as each nerve ending is set on fire. All you can hear is water splashing, wet sounds of skin on skin and the voices of the men cooing never-ending praises into your ears.
Once the ringing in your ears had quieted down, you managed to wedge your eyes open. Through bleary eyes, you noticed the once dry shirt of Stephens was soaked from the chest down. His eyes held a look of bewilderment as he tried to calm his laboured breathing. Logan was breathing just as hard, his hands holding your thighs open.
Though your vision had cleared, your head did not. You merely looked at Stephen in confusion, before it was replaced with shock. Logan handed you off to Stephen before he kneeled in front of you, now getting his entire lower half wet as he sank into the water. “We’re not stopping until you do that again.”
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kinktober: chastity~ shoyo hinata
synopsis: corrupting your pure friend . you gotta teach him the basics of course, he doesn’t know much, what better way to show him where to start by teaching him how to masturbate first ?
warnings/tw: aged up! corruption, masturbation, cum play, handjob, and porn with a plot(?) BONUS [twt links !]
the character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here
not proofread // posted early bc ily !
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“e-eh?! woah uh wait! i uh! no don’t-!” he protested, watching how your hand was trailing his thigh. you were rubbing little circles on his thighs under the cover. you and him were friends, you have been for awhile. of course you knew that he was a major ‘no sex’ sort of person. he invited you for a movie and now here you were trying to make a move on him. why wouldn’t you? he’s fucking hot.
“you know I don’t do those things! im waiting until marriage,” he continued, shaky breaths. he could feel himself crumbling underneath your touch. his face was flushed a dark red color.
“oh cmon! don’t be such a prude… look at how cute your cock is. sprung up so quick… as soon as I put my hand here,” you gave him and innocent smile.
he gulped slightly, shaking his head slowly, sinking into the couch you both were on. he was anxious, breathing quickly. he shut his eyes, balling his palm into a fist to feel his purity ring.
“no… I’m waiting until marriage,” he blushed.
you bit your lip slightly, seeing him so flustered made you so goddamn turned on. you wanted those same fingers inside of you, oh how erotic it would be for him to finger fuck you with his cute little purity ring on.
“shoyo please,” you hummed, hand trailing a bit more up. his cock twitched slightly, he winced at the sensitivity. “I’ll make you feel so good~” you teased, palming his pulsing dick.
he looked at you with pleading eyes. his mind said it was a bad idea… but his dick just needs her. he’s never been the type to give into any temptation, he wouldn’t even watch porn. but now that you’re in front of him, boobs squished against his arm, hand on his thigh, it made him rethink.
“let me show you how it feels to feel so good…” you whisper in his ear. he let out another shaky breath, looking over at you. your eyes were so seductive, he was drawn to them.
“no…”
“please shoyooo~” your voice sang slightly, fingers teasing the waist band of his shorts
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“show me…” he mumbled, looking away from her. it was way too embarrassing. he couldn’t even believe those words escaped his mouth. why did he feel so horny? why did he want to stick his dick inside of you. he wondered what it looked like, what it’d feel like… your gummy walls clinging onto his hard cock… the wetness… softness.
you smirk to yourself, grabbing his chin to face you. you wanted to see his cute little flushed face.
“how should I show you what to do? maybe you need to see what we’re gonna do soon huh? you ever watch porn?”
he blushed at your straightforward question, shaking his head ‘no’. you chuckle at his innocence. of course he hasn’t. you bet he probably hasn’t ever came from touching himself… he’s probably never even touched himself.
“ever… hmmmm touch yourself?” you asked in your cheerful voice.
once again he shook his head ‘no’. you looked at him, amused. so cute, so ready for you to corrupt his mind.
“such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself. he couldn’t believe he agreed.
you pulled out your phone, going on Twitter, you scrolled through dozens of porn accounts searching for just the right video to show him. it would be his first time watching it so…
you click on this video.
you make him hold the phone, hand stroking his clothed, painfully hard cock. he watched, blushing, eyes staring on to the phone. the way the girl got fucked from behind… sucking on the guy’s dick afterward made his cock leak some precum. the girl was so eager for the man’s cum… maybe he wants that… but yet he still doesn’t know how.
as he watched, your hand rubbed his clothed cock up and down. you teased his leaking tip by putting just a finger on it. he whimpered slightly, still paying attention to the video.
“shoyo… let me see it” you giggle.
he looked at you with a small blush. why did you have to ask it like that? so embarrassing for him.
“okay…” he set the phone down, pulling down his shorts slowly. his hard dick hit his abdomen straight away, causing him to hiss at how sensitive he was.
his cock was pretty average, thick, a vein running on the left side, and slightly curved. not shaven, he never cared for those types of things because he didn’t think he’d ever be doing this sort of thing before marriage. his cock was almost tempting you with its pink flush on the tip to just hop on it and ride. he was embarrassed, looking at himself. the precum spilling out made him ashamed that he’s gotten this far with you.
you chuckled at his facial expression, grabbing your phone. you chose another video for him to watch.
ultimately you decided on this one.
you placed your phone back in one of his hands, guiding the other. his eyes were glued on to the phone, like an addict. the way he wasn’t giving the girl the time of day to catch her breath… he moved so fast, he bet that the guy’s cock was feeling so amazing.
you guided his hand to wrap around his own cock, pumping it. you couldn’t feel the soft flesh, giving him the opportunity to feel himself.
his breath was hitching, eyes off the phone. he felt weak. he didn’t mean to but his shaky hand dropped your phone on to the couch. the woman’s moans echoing off in the room.
he watched as you helped him rub himself. the way his thumb hit his tip here and there made him see stars. his back arched slightly when you started to move his hand faster.
you put a wad of spit on his twitching cock, making him moan. the spit spread over his dick and hand as he pumped, making him feel extra euphoria. he shut his eyes to chase his high.
he felt like he was gonna shoot something out soon. maybe it was that liquid that he sometimes saw when he woke up. he never understood why it happened but he never paid mind. he dug his nails into the couch, moaning and groaning.
“y/n… st-stop it’s too mu-“
“i stopped controlling your hand awhile ago,” you chuckle.
he looked down and saw that his own hand was pumping himself, shame throughout his body. but he didn’t want to pull away. he wanted to chase this high that was coming. he felt too alive, his hand was moving on its own, as if he had no control over it
you giggle to yourself, amused as you watched him masturbate. he was such a whiny and whimpering mess.
“god…! i can’t- im!” he whined, rubbing faster. as soon as he rubbed his dick faster, white splurges of his cum landed on to his stomach and a bit on the couch. he panted, looking at the white sticky substance.
you smile, grabbing his hand that had his cum. you licked it all clean, teasing his fingers as you shoved them down your throat.
his cock twitched at this action. the sensation of your saliva and tongue on his finger pads made him feel tingly.
your eyes were like a hungry lust demon… he was so fucked.
“we aren’t done yet shoyo,”
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Bad Boy
18+
Pairings: Demon Sam x Reader
Warnings: Dark sex, NSFW, unprotected, fingering, dirty talk, language, Dark Sam
Summary: Sam is possessed, and hot af.
“I’m going to look for him” Dean mutters out
“I’m going to look for him” Dean mutters out
“Dean stop! He probably stopped somewhere. He’s fine”
“Listen no offense but you don’t know what’s been going on with Sam. He’s just-“ Dean stops talking
“He’s just what?” You cross your arms.
“He’s just not himself lately.” Dean says quietly walking out of the bar. You roll your eyes at him. Sam wouldn’t do anything stupid he probably stopped for food or beer. He’s not in trouble. You wipe down the tables in the bar and get to the bar counter, you here the door jingle.
“Sorry we’re closed” you yell out not even looking.
“I know” you hear a familiar voice
“Sam” you smile “where have you been Dean is worried sick”
“Oh is he?” He says walking up to you getting closer and closer you back up until your back is against the counter
“Y-yeah he is” you stutter
“Is be here?” He asks his chest inches from yours. You shake your head ‘no’
“No he left. He went looking for you” you say despite your mouth going dry.
“Oh he did” his is deeper and rougher. You swallow thickly. His body is pressing against yours “that’s a good thing isn’t it?” He says In a whisper. You shake your head yes. Sam flips you around so your back is pressed to his chest. His hand on your throat. “Yeah I thought so too” he pushes your face into the counter and holds it there by pressing down on the back of your throat.
“S-Sam what are you doing?” You choke out confused and extremely horny. He’s got you soaking right now and he has no idea.
“Having some fun. Giving into temptations” he says so calmly there’s almost something wrong with it. “You want this don’t you?” He chuckles “actually I already know you do. You slut” he’s harsh about it, which makes you even more wet. You wiggle your ass trying to feel him, he laughs at you. “Wow look how pathetic and desperate you are”
Where the hell did soft Sammy go who is this person. You’re not complaining but oh my god. He couldn’t be hotter. Sam lifted your your skirt showing off your lacy white thong. “Hmm white. For purity?” He says messing with the hem. You squeeze your thighs together trying to feel something. “Oh but there is nothing pure about you is there?” his words ring in your head, you can't even think straight. Your whole vocabulary went to "Oh my god, fuck me, I need you." He moves your thong to the side giving him access to your clit. He gathers some of your wetness and uses it as a lube, he rubs your clit, you bite your lip so hard you think you're bleeding you close your eyes tight trying your hardest not to move.
"You like this don't you" you can feel him smirking "Don't you" he says slapping your pussy causing you to jump
"Yes" you say barely audible
"I know" He says in a mocking voice you let out a shaky breath. Your body starts to shake, you close your eyes and let out a long moan. "Already close?" He chuckles "I haven't even put my fingers in you yet"
Your face is still against the cold counter, your breathing is picking up faster and faster. This entire situation is something you dreamed of you never ever thought it would be happening in real life. Sam this hot, this rough. It seems so unnatural but you don't care.
"Please" You moan not even knowing what you're asking for, you just want to feel something.
"Please?" he completely slides off your thong slowly.
"Please" You repeat. Sam chuckles darkly and enters a finger in you, he slides right in because of how wet you are. You let out little moans. Sam bit down on your shoulder, then kisses your back. He adds another finger, his other hand slides up your shirt.
"No bra?" he asks shocked "not so innocent" he teases your nipple, tweaking and twisting it. You try to move your head but he stops you.
"Sam" you moan
"Don't move." He tells you sternly. You bite your lip and try not to move at all. Your legs are starting to shake, you try so hard not to let them. Sam's grip on your neck gets tighter he shakes his hand a little. "Don't. Fucking. Move." He says through his teeth. Sam removes his fingers from you and shoves them in your mouth. You take them suck on them swirling your tongue. "Good girl" He says in your ear. You can hear messing with his belt and pants. You feel a hard something at your entrance you moan loudly just thinking of his cock inside you.
"I see you're ready, so needy. I bet you can't wait to feel so full of me you can't even think straight. You're going to get so cockdrunk you won't even remember your pretty little name." He says in your ear.
"Please Sam. Please fuck me" you beg. Sam slams into you without warning and keeps going, giving you no time to adjust. You scream out in pain and pleasure. "Oh my god, keep going" You grip onto the counter so hard your knuckles turn white. Sam stops. You let out a big confused breath.
"Don't tell me what to do. okay?" his hand squeezes your cheeks. You nod your head yes. "Good" Sam says roughly letting go of you. He continues to pound into you. Your moans are echoing off the walls in the bar. His grunts and groans only turn you on even more. You can feel your wetness going down to your thighs.
"God you're such a mess for me" Sam grabs a handful of your hair, he finally lets go of your neck. You arch your back and Sam pulls on your hair bringing your head back. Your moan gets even louder, Sam's thrusts get even harder and deeper. "Who knew, a girl like you. Always playing so innocent would love to be fucked like this" He whispers in your ear before nibbling on it. "I would, because I see right through you. You're a slut, a slut for a man with authority." You don't say anything, you just close your eyes and try really hard to cum all over him right now. "Oh getting close are we? I can feel squeezing my cock even more."
Your mouth hangs open just a little, you know you're making noise but you can't understand what's coming out of your mouth. You're starting to see stars even though you're trying really hard not to. You feel a sharp pain on your cheek.
"I asked you a question" Sam yells.
"W-what?" You ask sloppy not even sure he could understand you
"You're close to cumming all over my cock aren't you?"
"Yes" You moan out. "Yes, yes" Your legs start shaking and your entire body tenses up, you've never felt anything like it. "Oh my- Sam!" All you saw was black, you're screaming Sam's name. He holds you up and continues fucking you hard, and rough. You're screaming and trying to squirm away. Sam wraps his arms around pressing you to his chest keeping you still.
"You love this don't you, being used like a toy, being used so I can get all my anger out." you lay your head on his shoulder not even able to form words or think. "I'm going cum in you, fill you up even more"
You nod your head and little whimpers escape your lips. His thrusts become sloppy, his moans become louder. He squeezes his arms around you tighter so much it hurts. You feel Sam fill you up with his hot cum. He loosens his grip on you, you breath heavy and so does he.
"Wow" you say breathless. Sam pushes you back down over the counter, he slides up your panties and fixes your skirt, he fixes himself as well.
"Y/n" Dean busts through the door. He stops when he sees you and Sam there, your hair a mess, you breathing heavy, and your cheek red, your eyes glossy. "Sam" he says softly, he pulls out a bottle of holy water and splashes it on him, Sam has an immediate reaction. You cover your mouth gasping.
"He's a demon?!"
"Of course I am, pretty" He smirks at you.
"That's why he hit you, Y/n" Dean says keeping his eyes on him. Sam laughs loudly.
"That's not why I 'hit' her" Sam says walking towards Dean "I fucked her"
"What?" Dean says through his teeth, you stand there not knowing what to say.
"I. Fucked. Her." He says proudly "Oh and she loved it"
"Y/n is this true? Did he-?" Dean doesn't even finish the question
"Oh what Dean, still got that little crush? Well so does Sammy and he got to her first" Dean doesn't say anything. He watches as Sam walks out of the motel and he runs to you pulling you in for a hug.
"Are you alright?" You shake your head yes not even looking at him, your mind is racing, what just happened?
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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm re-watching supernatural and something about season 2 Demon Sam gets me. Thanks for reading!
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18+/// okay but imagine being ceo!eren’s cute little housewife and you decide to surprise him by baking him his favorite dessert in nothing but a short, tight apron and heels.
now this was honestly way out of your comfort zone but after all the hard work eren does to make sure you’re pampered and happy you had to thank him for all he does—and what better way to do that than give him a little show? you felt nervous, giddy, and horny all wrapped together but the second you heard the familiar jingle of his keys a burst of confidence struck you like lightening. “in the kitchen renny!” you called out to him grabbing a pinch of flour and sprinkling it on your face and very exposed breasts.
eren dropped his keys in the dish near the door before walking to the kitchen, his heart nearly stopping at the sight of you bent over. your pussy was on full display, folds glistening in the light as you looked for a pan to put the homemade strawberry cake batter in like you didn’t have a clue in the world eren was eyefucking you from across the room. “welcome home my love you hungry for something sweet?” you smiled scooping up some of the batter onto your finger to get a taste. you moaned dramatically as the sweetness hit your tongue, trying to fight off your giggles at the sight of eren’s dumbfounded face.
he walked over slowly, the sound of his expensive shoes echoing throughout the room. “yes i am craving something sweet actually but i don’t know if we’re thinking of the same things are we wife?” he chuckled pressing his body against your back. you breath hitched when you felt his hand cup your pussy, his middle and ring finger slipping between your soaked folds. “by all means don’t stop because i’m here,” he smiled pressing featherlight kissed against your neck, “keep going finish what you started.” you knew your husband well enough to know his intentions in this moment were anything but pure, but you listened regardless shakily lifting up the bowl containing the batter to pour it into the pan.
“now the presentation may not come out the best but i- oh! i-it’ll still taste good i p-put a lot of love into it,” you began to fumble over your words when you felt his soft fingers brush against your clit. eren being the annoying tease he was pressed his fingers against your clit but made no movements after that, only adding pressure to his fingers as the seconds went by. you were so needy—so desperate to get any type of affection from your husband you tried to subtly grind your pussy onto his fingers but it worked to no avail and all you got in response was a quick slap to your pussy. “i don’t care how it looks baby i know it’ll taste delicious,” he hummed into your ear gently nibbling on the lobe.
once you put the pan into the oven and cleaned up your mess all under eren’s intense and watchful eye he had you pushed up against the counter once again this time your front facing him. “what am i gonna do with you,” he sighed running his hands down your sides, squeezing at the soft skin of your hips. “cake’ll be done in 20 minutes and you still need to make the icing….but i don’t think i can wait that long to have you,” your brows furrowed at the mischievous glint in his eyes. what is this man thinking about? suddenly eren lifted you onto the counter, spreading your thighs roughly to get a look at your soaked center. his tongue traced over his bottom lip as he watched trickles of your wetness drip onto the counter. “always so fuckin’ messy,” he growled smacking your clit, “wonder what the housekeepers must be thinking when we need our sheets cleaned every other day.”
his taunting words had your cheeks burning in embarrassment and your pussy clenching around nothing. you really didn’t mean to be so messy he just brings it outta you :( without wanting eren shoved two fingers in your cunt, curling them with ease. “flour was a cute touch,” he chuckled licking and sucking at the streaks of flour on your breasts, “love this apron on you too y’should wear it more.” you hummed in agreement, running your fingers through his soft locs as he began to suck on your nipples. “squeezin’ my fingers so good you really are the perfect wife aren’t you?” he cooed tracing his fingers over your lips. you eyed at the wedding band that sat oh so prettily on his ring finger and couldn’t help but wrap your mouth around the digit, swiping your tongue over the cool metal of the ring.
life didn’t feel real in this moment for eren, but then again every intimate moment he shared with you didn’t feel real. he couldn’t believe he bagged a woman as beautiful and caring as you and the fact that you treated him like he was your entire world didn’t help his obsession with you either. with the way you batted your eyelashes so prettily at him whenever you spoke to him to the way you took his dick so nicely like the good girl you were he put a ring on your finger within months.
“y’know you’d look really pretty carrying one of my kids,” the pace of his fingers picked up making it almost impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. all you could muster was a whiny ‘uh huh’ that had eren smirking. “what do you say baby how ‘bout we start trying after you finish baking hm? timers almost up and you still need to make some icing,” he brought this thumb to your clit rubbing tightly little circles that had your eyes crossing. you wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist digging your nails into the skin, “f-fuck the icing ‘n the cake just—just fuck me!” you couldn’t think of anything else besides eren eren eren. the way he was so gorgeous when he was concentrated on your body, the faint smell of his cologne, the mouthwatering view of his bulge straining against his slacks.
just as you reached your earth shattering peak the timer went off but all you could hear was white noise. eren pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before briefly walking away to turn of the timer and take the cake out. he scooped your body off the counter bridal style before walking up to your shared room, tossing your half naked form on the bed. “i hope you know i was serious,” you heard him speak softly, watching as he removed his jacket and loosened his tie. “n’ what’s that?” you smiled untying the strings to your apron. you couldn’t have been happier that eren was finally fulfilling his promise of making you a mother and you were going to make every second of the process count.
“oh you don’t know?” he smirked unbuttoning his dress shirt, your eyes immediately went to his beautifully sculpted abdomen. “i’m afraid i don’t husband,” you giggled pulling his body closer by his belt loop, pressing wet kisses against his stomach. “well wife,” he chuckled unbuckling his belt, “i’m going to fuck you like madman until you place a positive pregnancy test in front of my face.” he yanked his slacks and briefs down, his hard dick slapping against his stomach, “n’ then i’m gonna fuck you some more even when you’re all round and swollen—sound good?” it sounds better than good.
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism
.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?
pairing: vessel x gn!reader
a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣
cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.
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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎
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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.
“… well?”
vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.
“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”
it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.
what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.
ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.
“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”
“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.
“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.
“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”
ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.
he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.
“totally.”
“uh— yes.”
vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.
vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.
“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”
your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.
“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”
for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.
he never kept his eyes off of you.
as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.
without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.
ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.
vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.
“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.
with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.
but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.
vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.
vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.
“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”
you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.
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#holiday hoes event#sleep token fanfic#sleep token vessel#vessel x reader#vessel smut#ii sleep token#iii sleep token#iv sleep token#sleep token ivy#sleep token smut#sleep token fanfiction#smutty headcanons#smutty drabble#christmas#christmas prompts
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i think we need a part two to the rockstar! eddie x wife! reader, possibly where it left off but this time they’re gonna make a baby? ;)
rockstar! eddie x wife! reader
i absolutely adored writing this! the much needed part 2 is here!! here’s part 1
nsfw/smut under the cut
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this time in the munson household…
“the best sex i had?” eddie asks confusingly as the camera crew nodded, zooming into his face as he sat by the pool, cigar in hand and whiskey by his side. shirtless, tattoos covering his chest while his mullet was tied in a low ponytail. the scent of chlorine filling his nostrils as he relaxes himself after such a tiring week of non-stop music making for the next corroded coffin album and taking extra care of you nowadays. these past months being so hectic on the both of you. it was refreshing to get a weeks worth of stay at home vacation.
“thought i’d said that already. any sex with my fucking wife, man.” he shrugs, bored at such plain question. the camera man only says they know that but in specific detail.
“oh, you all are getting nosy as shit.” he scoffs and laughs at it as he blows out a smoke. he leans back on the chair, sighing as he smiles at it, every memory him making sweet love to you in his mind but one always sticks to him to this day. quite recently it was as well.
“well the best fucking sex is when you’re really determined. don’t wanna overshare but getting your wife pregnant is the best sex, you horny fucks.” he says, taking in the sun, smirking as he remembers it so vividly that he could get an hard-on shamelessly in front of the camera. not that his fans hadn’t seen it countlessly when you’re around the show.
it was after that filming when you told him about your desire of a little munson running around the big mansion. it never left his mind that you wanted a family with him. i mean, of course it was bound to happen. but he never felt so blessed that you’d want a kid with him, never in his life he’d imagine being a father. his dad was an asshole, he expected much he could turn like his dad but he vowed to never think of that way. he had you, he loves you, and he will do everything to get what you want.
and he’ll get you a fucking kid.
“you’d really wanna have little me’s and you’s, sweetheart?” he wraps his arms around your waist, hands resting on your belly as you perfume hit his nose making him sigh tiredly. you nodded, eyes focused on the eggs you were frying and the pancakes you were flipping as well as the crisp bacon cooking. felt like heaven to him right now.
“of course i do, eds.” you answered as he kissed your neck. “you think i wouldn’t?”
“well, i don’t fucking know, thought that this wouldn’t cross your mind since we’re so busy all the time that we wouldn’t have the capacity.” he counters, knowing you were also busy with keeping up your image. magazines, photo shoots, modeling and all for the fans. which he currently despises how his own fans are horny fuckers for you. you were basically a 90’s it girl now, rockstar wife that he’s so lucky to be with.
“oh, eddie.” you turned around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. kissing his lips as he squeezes your ass. “having kids with you has always been on my mind since we married.”
“really?”
“mhm.” you nodded, kissing him again, slow and tender, no screaming or fighting, just pure bliss of the sweet moment. eddie melts tasting your strawberry glossed lips, his hand roamed up and down at the expanse of your lower back. your sundress so sheer that he could feel your skin. fueling his desire further.
“we could get started now, ey?” he teases, nibbling your lower lip as you let out a quiet moan when he descend down to kiss your neck, enticing you.
“but breakfast, eddie.” you whined, scolding him.
“but that’s what you want right now, isn’t it? me topping you up with my cum ‘til you get so round with my child.” he breaths out, pressing his covered bulge to your stomach. his black boxer shorts feeling tight around his crotch. you sighed at him, the damn man had a knack way of his words to get you riled up. honestly, you weren’t complaining but it was so hard to say no to him sometimes.
“eddie…”
“you’ll be fucking glowing as ever. i’ll take care of you the whole shitty 9 months, fuck you real good.” he smirks, lifting your sundress up until his hand met with your bare ass. you grew accustom to not wear panties most of the time, easy access it is for you.
“fuck you, i w-wanted to make breakfast— oh!” you gasped when he lifts you up by your waist, shutting the stoves quickly as he circles to place you gently on the marble counter of the kitchen. he grins boyishly making your heart thump remembering your highschool days with him. he still looks the same back then.
“fine.” you sigh at him as he greedily hikes up your sundress to reveal your glistening pussy. “but you better get me pregnant, munson. or else.”
“ooh, i’ll fill you up in no time.” he promises, shoving his boxers down. he was about to do his usual foreplay but you stopped him by his wrist. he looks up, feeling puzzled by your intrusion.
“just want it now, please.” you pleaded as he chuckles at that.
“you on the pill?” he asks warily.
“nope.” you answer, wiggling your hips to seduce him further as he pumps himself first, precum glistening the head as you eyed it hungrily, spreading your legs wider as he positions himself to your entrance. rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit for moisture as you breathlessly moaned at the pleasant feeling.
“fuck.” he breaths out as he pushes in, determined to make your wish come true. he sinks in blissfully, the heat of your cunt coating him with such ease. no matter how many times he gets to slide into you, it never tires him out how you were made for him. your cunt was made for his cock. bottoming out, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a mewl as he starts pumping in and out. teasing you relentlessly.
“put a baby in me, munson. pleaseee…” you begged, salivating at the thought of his cum in you. you wanted this as much as him. you wanted it so bad for so long, now was the time he has to give it to you.
“i will, baby. i will.” he promises, snapping his hips suddenly in such vigor that made you squirm and grip his shoulders hard. he pounds into you, every snap of his hips a promise that he’s fulfilling. so determined to get you knock up in the moment. you gasped, shuddered, moaned at every move his cock rubs inside you raw. you loved it, loved the look on his face. so serious as he kisses your now bare chest as you shove it down for him.
“these fucking breasts gonna swell up soon.” he groans, burying his face as he moves his head side to side, loving the feeling of your soft breasts on his face. you giggled as he grips your hips hard, fucking you with no will to stop. the kitchen is filled with the lewdness of wet skin slapping, groans and moans and breathless whispers of curses.
“gonna..” eddie starts, kissing you hard, tongue and all. “make you a mama, huh. gonna make you a mama. you like that?” he practically growls against your lips, feeling his release near seeing you mercilessly take in his brutal pace as you rubbed your swollen clit.
“yes, yes, yes— fuck! please, eddie!” you begged, eyes watering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. one sharp thrust had you shuddering as the coil in your stomach exploded making you clamp hard around him.
“shit—“ eddie moans out, bottoming in to the hilt as he fills you up with spurts of his release. your wet walls clamping down on him hard as he grinds in as you sobbed at such wonderful feeling inside of you. he sighs, slumping a bit as the grip on his shoulder lessened, making you slump back against his chest tiredly.
“filled you up good, sweetheart?” he asks breathlessly, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips softly for the rough fucking.
“yeah.” you shakily nodded, feeling blissed out as ever. eddie smirks, rubbing your stomach, feeling a little giddy he’s gonna see it round and plump soon.
“now we wait.” he smiles making you smile tiredly. breakfast out of your mind.
and back to the present…
“that fucking sex was the best out of all, you horny shits.” he breathed out, done reminiscing about it. “i’m starting to fucking think you all just wanna hear how me and my wife fuck.” he chuckles, the camera man zooms out as you suddenly appeared with heat in your steps.
“eddie!” you sniffled, eddie immediately sits up, facing the teary eyed heavily pregnant you.
“baby! what happened?” he asks worriedly seeing you cry as you sat on his lap, burying your face in his neck as you held something in your hands. “did something go wrong, sweetheart? did you get hurt or is it the baby—“
“my shoes!” you sniffled. eddie waits as he caresses your back, knowing how sore you are from carrying the little rascal growing in your stomach. the whole media went crazy when they first found out you were 5 months pregnant after making a public view to the world. eddie was above happy everyone got to know about the munson family starting to expand.
“what about your shoes, baby?” he asks curiously as you shake your head, tossing the heels into the pool. he ignores those as you grumbled. emotion shifting.
“they don’t fucking fit me anymore and i don’t know why! my fucking stomach is already in the way, i couldn’t bend down and now my shoes don’t fit!” you sobbed as the camera man moves away from the scene as eddie gestured for privacy. he licks his lips to himself, knowing those damn hormones are poking at you for the past 8 months. he kisses your forehead as he wipes away your tears. a determination in his eyes, wanting you to feel relax as ever, knowing your literally carrying his child. he’s literally at your beck and call these few months.
“sweetheart, i’ll buy you another pair. don’t you fucking worry.”
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i love me husband rockstar eddie 🥹
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem! reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson imagine#rockstar!eddie#joseph quinn#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things imagine#fnhrlcllnwrites#eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡
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Kunigami Rensuke? Compared the the rest of bm (manga) I think he’d make it pretty far at least
NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI
NOVEMBER 12TH, 2023 — 2:38PM
NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
kunigami rensuke gives me such frat boy vibes (at least further along in the manga he does) it’s insane. now, whether we’re talking wild card kunigami or loving, doting, fair kunigami, he still lost about halfway through the challenge, and i don't take opinions on the matter sadly.
the mindset was there, for sure. but there’s just something about you and the way you sit when you’re reading a book, or cuddling up against him while you’re both watching tv, even when he’s eye fucking you as you do your homework.
this go around you’d managed to drag him grocery shopping with you, the one chore that he hated more than anything. he’d rather not be surrounded by people and endless frozen food options but alas, here he was, reaching over your head whenever you couldn’t reach something on the top shelf.
rensuke was a very strong willed man, but there was definitely a reason why his friends teased him constantly about you. he had no self control when it came to you, nor the will to say no to you, clearly.
with that being said, kunigami lost no nut november not because he was too horny, but solely because you asked him to.
there, i said it. he’s a slut for you and won’t keep it in his pants so long as you asked, challenge be damned. he knew that he wouldn’t hear the end of this from his friends, but all care for it left the window the moment your walls sucked him in, wails of satisfaction slipping past your lips.
you sounded so pretty when you were taking his cock, the man honestly couldn't see himself being anywhere else but between your legs. the backs of your knees rested on his shoulder, a rough grunt falling from kunigami's lip every time he bottomed out in your cunt. "isn't this what you were begging for?" his words were rushed and breathless as he shoved his cock as far as it could reach, hips slapping against yours as he fucked himself closer to orgasm. "wanted me to ruin this tight little pussy?"
you were too fucked out to respond, jaw slack and mouth wide as you tried to force a response out. the sounds of skin on skin left your ears ringing with delight. a stinging slap to the side of your thigh left you crying out when you didn't give him a verbal answer, a single deep stroke leaving your eyes bulging from your skull. he was so deep in you that you swore he was breaching your throat, a nonverbal whimper leaving you as the knot in your stomach grew warm and tight. "rensuke..."
"yeah?" an eyebrow arched up, his signature cocky smirk leaving you ready to kick him had he not had you twisted like a pretzel. he noticed the glare you sent him but didn't think too much of it. instead, he fucked you harder, laughing to himself when your agitated expression quickly shifted into one of pleasure. "gonna come all over this cock, pretty thing?"
when your head nodded heavily, barely even enough to count as an answer, kunigami pressed forward a bit, hands bracing themselves on the bed by your head. he watched in pure lust as your pupils crossed over each other, thrusts speeding up so much that your head nearly went flying into the headboard.
"fuck!" your clit was throbbing in need as he pounded into your hole, begs and whines flying from you in hopes of him giving you what you wanted. your fingers palmed the nape of his neck with one hand and the broad expanse of his shoulder with the other, warmth spreading all over your body as his head fell between his shoulder blades. with a gruff voice, the next words he spoke were accompanied by a devilish smirk.
"then why don't you make me come first, huh?"
don’t plagiarize, it’s not nice <3
©️ theanimeroom
#no nut november challenge!#blues asks 💎#blues anons 💙#blue lock smut#blue lock#kunigami rensuke#kunigami rensuke smut#kunigami smut#kunigami blue lock
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cw. nsfw, gn!reader, telepathy, oral, choking, improper use of Sento *not proofread, just pure horny
[im not gonna say how I got here]
He didn’t mean to. Well maybe he did but that’s not important right now
You were staring at him for so long and you looked so deep in thought, of course, he was gonna get curious
Now he has to hide the flaming hard-on in his pants
You’re having these thoughts? In the middle of the day??
He tries to act nonchalant but the images in your head only continue to fluster him
They flash one after the other
Who wouldn’t want to see a sexy tattooed and strong former yakuza in some ‘interesting’ positions
Hovering over you
Coming home after a long day, leaning back in his seat with his head thrown back while still in his suit
Pushing his hips out to get comfortable, resting his hand on his lap
Patting his lap as a signal for you to sit down
Strong hands holding your face, slowly sliding down and wrapping around your neck
Your legs on and over his shoulders with his face between your thighs
The view with his thrown-back head as you kneeled between his legs
The most flustering ones are the ones that involve Sento
Letting the spirit have its way with you while Kenshi watches how you writhe and whimper
Watching how easily you’re split open on the spirit dick
Getting double team stuffed by Kenshi and Sento
Oh look, we’re back to Kenshi-
Having Kenshi wear rings while he’s two fingers deep
Wearing Kenshi’s blindfold while he pleases you
Having his big, rough, and tattooed hands all over your body
This may or may not have fueled Kenshi’s thoughts and dreams for a bit
Spending time in the middle of the night, tossing and turning bc all he can think about are the cute faces you’d make when he fucks you
Now that he knows what you want, he’ll do little things to mess with you
Little things just to see you get all flustered
#bubbly writes <3#mortal kombat smut#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#mk1#mk1 2023#mk x reader#mk x y/n#mk x you#mk smut#kenshi takahashi x reader#kenshi takahashi x you#kenshi takahashi#kenshi x reader#kenshi smut#kenshi x you
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what about about streamer/content creator pc? it's a good way to pay the rent and get income. they play games, dance, sing...robin is one of their first fan, and a certain stalker keeps donating
what if they do roleplay asmr for their fans, like "being on a date with your lover" or "sleepover with your childhood crush"
ooo i love this!! i think vrel has said on blogspot he wants to implement something like this. it makes so much sense!! that’s prob in a more lewd way than we’re talking here tho ehehehe
i really like this hehe will share thoughts below
robin def is the first to subscribe though they can't really afford to throw you any money at the time. loves supporting you and is always happy to help out with a stream and play games with you!
you block the nasty comments people leave about them though...
avery sends you big amounts of money but you have to wear what they buy you. it’s nothing weird but it is really expensive and fancy clothing. they watch and enjoy knowing that you’re wearing what they got you. also respects the side hustle from a business perspective
whitney watches in secret and thinks about how lucrative it would be if you engaged in a different type of streaming...but really enjoys just watching you have fun. totally doesn’t put on your asmr videos every night to fall asleep, shut up slut!!
of course kylar is donating a lot of money (don’t ask where they got it from). leaves tons of adoring comments. tries to make it anonymous but it’s so obviously them bc their username is like PCsTrueLove or something. likes watching you but gets angry whenever someone else comments on your looks. has been kicked several times for threatening comments. offers you even more money to give it up entirely
if still pure, sydney watches to support much like robin and gets so flustered if you do asmr, feels conflicted about watching them. if corrupt, will ask if they can go down on you while you’re live. but know if you say yes kylar WILL know so watch out…
alex doesn’t have much time to watch you stream but tries to support you. also really enjoys the asmr roleplays but wishes you were at the farm with them instead. just thinking horny thoughts the whole time too.
fucking. does eden even have internet connection out in the forest? definitely wouldn’t understand what streaming is even if they did. worries about the unsavory people watching and wishes you would just stay in the cabin with them and be their spouse. you don’t need to do that extra work when they’re here to take care of you!
#degrees of lewdity#dol#never done stuff for all the LIs like this before. it was fun!! send more like this!!!#nica's headcanons#writing
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